He punished the backs of my thighs exclusively for what felt like forever after that. My breath caught again, and I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to stop the inevitable from happening whether I liked it or not.
"Please," I begged.
The sounds of the first sob to escape my throat felt especially polarizing because they came out of me entirely unheeded. I couldn't have stopped it if I tried.
Entirely unbidden and unwanted, a single tear dripped down my left cheek and dropped down into the dirt beneath me.
It didn't take long for another to follow and soon, I was sobbing over his knee like a naughty little omega who had been properly punished by her alpha.
I no longer begged because I knew it wouldn't do anything at all.
The spanking slowed to a much steadier pace after that, each blows terrible and hard and jarring in its intensity.
My bottom burned with a fire like that I'd never imagined it could.
