Page 10 of Bad Omega

And Knar smacks my butt, hard.

CHAPTER 5

There is a sharp clap of flesh meeting flesh, followed by my own shrill cry of shock and pain. The sting is only brief, however, and it quickly fades into a warm, tingling sensation shaped like Knar’s big hand.

“That,” he says, “was for wandering off into the woods alone.”

I try to squirm off his lap, but I know it’s futile. Knar is far stronger than me, and his other hand easily keeps me pinned in place. All I can do is yelp and kick my legs as the alpha continues my spanking.

The second blow lands on my other cheek, spreading the fire evenly across both sides of my ass.

“That’s for running around with alphas.”

“No fair!” I shout. “I’m a grown-up now. I can run around with whomever I—”

Smack!

“And that’s for sassing your pack leader.”

Big Bjor is still kneeling beside me, holding my hand. He gives it a little squeeze and gently brushes the hair out of my eyes. The combination of that gentle touch with Knar’s rough punishment is really messing with my head. Hard and soft. Hot and cold. Source.

I look up into Bjor’s deep brown eyes, and I know that I am safe. If he suspected Knar was really hurting me, he would put a stop to this. The only reason he’s allowing it to continue is because he knows…

He knows I want this.

Oh Source, why do I—

Smack!

The fourth blow is harder than the ones that came before. It jolts my body and drives the breath from my lungs in a startled gasp. My bottom burns in the aftermath. Tears well.

“That’s for putting yourself and others in harm’s way,” Knar says. “And this… this is for making us jealous.”

Smack!

Smack!

Smack!

Three swats in quick succession, one for each of my daddies. My cheeks jiggle with every rough impact. My face heats with shame.

“Damn,” a voice chuckles behind me. Renn’s. “I don’t believe I’ve ever seen an ass that red.”

I turn around and try to look, but it’s impossible to get a good view.

“I wish I could see.”

Renn’s chuckling stops.

“You do?”

I nod.

Renn’s smirk disappears for a fraction of a second. Then it comes flashing back again, not just a smirk anymore, but a full-on fox’s grin.

“That can be arranged…”

He crosses the room to the little table beside my bunk and retrieves the shard of mirror I keep there. Then he returns and holds it up so I can see my own punished backside. I swallow a gasp, and blush.