Each time she hid in what she deemed a safe place, his booming voice followed. Riona tried regulating her breathing as not to be discovered, and not to let her fear be known, but it was always fruitless. He laughed in her ears as she grunted and stepped out to begin running again. Her lungs burned and screamed at her to stop and take a breath, but her mind told her to keep running.
Run. Run away as fast as you can.
This was hopeless; he sensed her panic. She was sure of it. Alistair would surely come for her again and she had a feeling that he would show no mercy.
Stop. Breathe. It’s useless if you’re exhausted. He’s nowhere in sight, you can’t hear him.
Riona alternated between calmly walking to crawling behind brush for what seemed like forever, actually hoping she had fooled him.
“Just what are you doing, little one?” His voice echoed in her head again, only it sounded deeper, much gruffer. He was growing impatient with this game.
Riona jumped as she realized her position was compromised. Abandoning any rational thought, she picked up speed until she was sprinting in every direction, using low-hanging branches to hoist herself further ahead.
How… how am I doing this…?
She realized she was running faster than she ever had before in her life, the trees whizzing by in blurry green shapes as she focused her eyes and ears on possible civilization. Surely he wouldn’t risk following her then.
But suddenly, his laughter was everywhere she turned. Unable to get away from the sickening sound of his howl, she tripped over sticks and cut herself on large branches, hindering her previous speed.
Alistair taunted her mind, telling her how running from him was pointless, and that he could see her as if she were standing right in front of him.
How? How is that possible?
Riona spun around in circles, frantically searching for any sign he was near, but alas, nothing. If she hadn’t known any better, she would have thought she was completely alone in the forest.
“You severely underestimate me, my darling.”
“This world is where you belong. You were meant to be here.”
“You will never leave this pack. And you will never leave me. You. Are. Mine.”
“We are bound, you and I. Forever and throughout all eternity, as long as we both remain on this earth.”
She could almost see his grin as he spoke to her, but while his voice grew louder, the world around her grew smaller.
Riona panicked, her heart racing as she ran as fast as her tired legs could carry her. She grunted and held back tears as she tried to outrun Alistair, but deep down she knew he would find her. No matter what, he always would.
“Leave me alone! Why can you not just leave me be! Leave me alone!”
Riona screamed at the sky, wailing as hot tears burned her cheeks, struggling to catch her breath. She slumped to the ground, exhausted from running. Her legs cramped up and failed her as she wheezed and coughed into the hard earth. Riona stared at the ground, remembering how these woods witnessed her being mated to him. Nothing else in the world knew of her terrible ordeal but the quiet forest, as if it could help her.
This was his territory, his domain. It bent to his will and he used it to his advantage; to hide or to camouflage when he hunted. She hardly noticed the pain she was in as she curled up in a ball, feeling the colorful leaves circle around her as she sobbed, defeated and all alone.
At least until Alistair found her and brought her back to his den.
Her energy had depleted. Her nerve was faded. All she could do was wait until he found her and accept his punishment. Whatever that would be.
In moments, his unmistakable footsteps crunched the leaves on the ground approached her from behind. His breath came quick as he finally slowed down, having caught her. His shadow crossed over her. It signaled her impending punishment.
“I told you to stay. You did not listen to me.”
“Please… just leave me alone.” Riona would not give him the satisfaction of looking at him.
He had taken her to hunt as promised. But unable to handle watching him, she seized an opportunity for escape. She just ran, having no sense of direction. In minutes she began to hear his paws behind her, only fueling her fear.
“You know I can’t do that. I will not do that. I refuse.” He stood over her. Riona knew he would wait until she stood up and faced him. She had to at some point.
“I suppose you will punish me then,” Riona sniffled.
“I told you. Defiance will earn you one.” She felt him kneel behind her. Alistair tried to touch her, but her body racked with more tears in the anticipation.
“Just get on with it then!” Riona raised her voice. In response, her mate gently lifted her off the ground. He turned her to face him, examining her for any wounds from her little attempt.
He meticulously picked stray leaves from her hair and gown, and adjusted her skirts. Riona closed her eyes and waited for a slap to the face or some other kind of assault. That’s what the men in her village did when their wives stepped out of line. She had heard more stories than she’d care to remember in the tavern.
“I want you to step over there to that log.”
She opened her eyes. He didn’t sound stern or angry.
“Because I asked you to. Go on, right there.”
Alistair led her to it while he walked behind her. His presence made her feel uneasy, but her body responded to his closeness.
He sat down in front of her. His frown was heavy on his face while he crooked his finger at her.
“I need you to understand that I am doing this because I love you, and thus I will correct you. I told you to stay by me, and you ran. You put yourself in danger.” His voice cracked as he finished his statement. Were those tears behind his eyes?
“W-what will you do?” Riona hugged herself.
“Lie across my lap and pull your skirts up.”
No… not that. Anything but that.
Riona shook her head and almost backed away again, but he caught her hand.
“I will tell you this once. Across my lap.” His stern order prompted her legs to move, positioning herself how he asked.
“Please… not like this. I won’t do it again…”
Riona frantically shook her head as he firmly handled her body.
He adjusted her, being sure not to press her against a spot that would be tender for her. She now lay over his lap comfortably, but she had not pulled her skirts up yet.
“What else did I tell you to do, sweetheart?”
“P-pull my dress up.”
“Do that for me now, please.” He was making her perform this act as part of her punishment. Being made to expose herself would add to her embarrassment.
Riona’s face flushed as she pressed it against his thigh. She felt his hand rub over her bottom and over the backs of her thighs. Her body jumped as his fingers made contact. He wouldn’t even swat her over her layers of skirts?
“You know why I must do this, little one?”
“Because I disobeyed.”
The first swat came without warning, making her head shoot up.
“Ah!” Riona sucked in air through her teeth.
“No, you disobeyed by doing what?”
“B-by running away…”
Another swat hit the same area as the first. The sting went straight between her legs.
“By running away when I was told not to!” He was going to make her voice every single reason why she was being delivered a spanking.
“Yes. What do you think this one is for?” His hand came down to the other cheek, making a loud echo in the forest.
“Ahh! I don’t know!”
What else could he mean?
“Try that again, little girl. What else have you done besides this little foolish act you pulled today?”
Riona could feel him smirk. What else? She searched her mind from the day before. Being with the pack? Earlier that morning? Breakfast. Yes, breakfast. When she would not eat.
“Yesterday, when I would not eat!” He delivered several more spanks to each cheek until tears began to prickle behind her eyes. He repositioned one leg so it held her ass higher in the air for him.
“It hurts!” Riona held on to the leg her upper half was draped across to keep her from falling while he continued his work on her bottom.
“It is supposed to, mate. This is how my kind disciplines our unruly little females. We pull them across our laps or bend them over and spank their little asses until we are satisfied with their apologies. Then we fuck their naughty little bottom holes.”
He ceased his spanking for a moment and spread her open, exposing her puckered hole.
“No! No, you can’t!” Riona squirmed, prompting more sound spanks to her reddened flesh.
“Relax, little one. I will not do that—yet. You must be properly trained to take me there. In the meantime…”
His hand came down several more times before Riona could barely take anymore. Her tears dropped to the ground as she sniffed and begged for her mate to stop.
“You are lucky I do not do this publicly, for all our pack to see. In my day, our females were tied down and punished so all could see their shame.”
She heard him hum as he pondered the thought.
“Please! I will behave…”
There was one thing worse than the stinging pain of his punishment, and that was how increasingly wet she was becoming. She had begun grinding her pelvis into him for relief. If she hadn’t known better, she would have reached down and touched herself.
“I know, little girl. I know your arousal better than anything. You will come. But not now.”
Of course he would know. There was absolutely nothing she could hide from him anymore.
“Please make it stop!” Riona sobbed. Stop the spanking? Or the ever growing desire that was building in her womb that was aching to enjoy his touch again?
“Be still. We’re almost done.”
Riona wailed and kicked her legs as he delivered more loud spanks. She had lost count by now, but grew quiet and clutched the material of his breeches and waited until he was through with her punishment.
When he finally slowed, he was actually panting. His cock was poking into her belly. In the last handful of swats, he soothed her with his words telling her how good she had done. What a sweet mate she was for him. A strange sense of satisfaction entered Riona’s mind as he sat her upright, but she was too exhausted to respond.
Without hesitation, he promptly lifted her into his arms, taking special care around her well used bottom. She winced as the fabric rubbed against it, but felt better when he bunched her skirts toward her waist.
Riona felt cold all of a sudden, just realizing how the temperature had dropped. The forest had gone silent. Not a bird chirping, not an owl hooting.
She couldn’t fight her heavy lids as her tears stained his shirt, but he didn’t seem to mind. He proudly held her as he walked them back to the den, where Riona felt herself drift off in his arms.
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