I obeyed, rising on shaky legs. Beta moved back to his chair and sat, then looked at me with an expression that made my stomach flip.
“I’ve been thinking too,” he said. “About how to punish you in a way that satisfies as many of your needs as possible. The ones you’re aware of and the ones you’re still discovering.”
“As many… as possible?” I repeated uncertainly. “So… different…” I swallowed hard, trying to imagine what he meant—and at the same time trying desperatelynotto imagine it, because of how hotly and darkly the things that my mind and body craved had rushed in at the idea. “Different things?” I asked in a whisper.
“Come here.”
I approached him slowly. When I was close enough, his hands settled on my hips, and then he was guiding me down across his lap. The position was so reminiscent of the ceremony, but different too—more intimate somehow, less formal.
“I’m going to start,” Beta said, his hand resting on my bottom, “by spanking you the way a husband chastises his bride—or, as you know, as a master corrects his concubine for smaller faults. With his firm, open hand. So you feel the personal connection between your misbehavior and my correction.”
Before I could respond, his palm cracked down on my right cheek. I gasped at the sharp sting—so different from the cane and even more from Omega’s horrible energy whip. Beta’s hand felt so much more immediate, more… personal, exactly as he’d said.
He spanked me methodically, alternating cheeks, covering every inch of my bottom with firm, stinging slaps. It hurt, but not unbearably, especially now that I had so much experience of traditional family discipline. What made it intense was the intimacy of it—his hand on my flesh, the way I could feel hisstrength controlled and directed specifically at teaching me a lesson.
“This is what you get,” Beta said as he spanked, his voice calm and steady, “for betraying my trust. For endangering yourself and others. For letting your needs control you instead of learning to channel them properly.”
“Yes, Master,” I sobbed, my hands gripping his leg. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
The spanking continued until my bottom felt hot and tender, until I was crying freely, until I felt something inside me finally break open and release. When Beta finally stopped, his hand rested gently on my punished flesh.
“Up,” he commanded.
I slid off his lap, my legs wobbly. He stood as well, and I found myself looking up at him through tear-blurred vision.
“Now,” he said, his hands moving to the fastenings of his uniform, “you’re going to thank me properly.”
I watched as he freed his cock—that massive blue shaft already hard and ready. My mouth started to water as I understood what he meant, and I could feel the delicious waywardness of my body’s response, how I had learned to ready myself for the shameful task of giving pleasure on my knees.
“Kneel,” Beta commanded.
I dropped to my knees immediately, my eyes fixed on his manhood. It seemed even larger from this angle, intimidating and mesmerizing at once.
“Open your mouth.”
I parted my lips, extending my tongue the way he’d taught me during the ceremony. But this time, when he guided his cock into my mouth, it wasn’t gentle or ritualistic. This was different—more demanding, more intense.
“That’s it,” he murmured as I struggled to accommodate his size. “Thank your master for disciplining you. Show me how grateful you are.”
I did my best, using my tongue and lips the way instinct guided me. My jaw ached almost immediately from the stretch, but I didn’t pull away. This was part of my punishment, part of my lesson. I needed to accept it, to submit to it completely.
Beta’s hand moved to the back of my head, not forcing but guiding. He taught me the rhythm he wanted, the depth, the way to adjust my mouth to please him. Tears streamed down my face as I took him as deeply as I could, trying to make my mouth a vessel for his manhood’s enjoyment.
Abruptly, my master pulled my face from his lap. He yanked my head back with what I could somehow feel represented calculated force, designed to let me feel his dominance without risk of injury.
“You’re going to stand up and go to the desk,” he said, his eyes shining with lust. “You’re going to bend over it and I’m going to cane you like an old-fashioned schoolgirl.”
