I watched in the mirror, transfixed, as his blue hand moved over my reddened flesh. The contrast was striking—his enormous palm against my small, pale bottom, his fingers tracing the lines he had put there. Each stroke of his hand served as a reminder of what had just happened, of what I had submitted to, of what I now was.
His concubine. His property. His to punish and to pleasure as he saw fit.
“Keep watching,” Beta murmured, his voice low and intimate in my ear. His breath was warm against my neck, and I shivered at the sensation. “I want you to see what you look like right now. How beautiful you are in your submission.”
I couldn’t have looked away even if I’d wanted to. My reflection showed everything—the tear tracks on my flushed cheeks, the way my small breasts, just visible in profile, rose and fell with each rapid breath, the vivid evidence of my punishment marking my backside. And in front of me, towering over me, Beta’s massive blue form as he tended to the welts he had created.
His hand moved lower, spreading the cream over the stripes on my thighs, and I whimpered at the sensation. The pain was still intense, but underneath it I felt my punished pussy’s need building with a rapidity that made my knees wobble.
“Do you feel that?” Beta asked softly, his lips close to my ear. “That heat spreading through you? That’s not just from the punishment, is it?”
I shook my head mutely, unable to form words. My face burned with mortification at what he was implying, at what we both knew to be true.
His hand moved back up, cupping my bottom possessively now rather than applying cream. I watched in the mirror as he squeezed gently, his enormous hand engulfing my small cheek, and a moan escaped my throat before I could stop it.
“You’re more aroused right now than you’ve ever been in your life,” Beta said, and it wasn’t a question. “Aren’t you, Jendra?”
“Yes, Master,” I whispered, the admission tearing from somewhere deep inside me. “Yes.”
“Do you know why?” His other hand came around to rest on my hip, holding me against him. I could feel something hard pressing against my belly—his cock, rigid and demanding. “Because this is what you needed all along. Not Omega’s cruelty. This. Real discipline from a real master who cares about you.”
