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Madison woke the next morning to Jared feasting voraciously between her legs; she was coming before she was even fully awake.
Then he caught her knees over his arms and slammed into her, kissing her deeply as he began to ride her hard and fast.
“Good morning, baby-love,” he said softly, rotating his hips against her with an inward thrust wringing a loud cry of pleasure from her lips.
“Jared! Oohh… yes, just like that!” she cried as he brought her quickly to orgasm again before following her over the edge.
She loved their morning quickies, snuggling contentedly in his arms and pulling him down for a kiss. “Good morning, mate.”
After one last lingering kiss, he reluctantly released her. “Go grab a quick shower, baby-love. Ethan will be here in a minute to take you to your spa appointment.”
“Spa appointment?”
Jared grinned. “Tonight is the gathering. I thought you would enjoy a pampered day at the spa to get ready.”
“The gathering is today?” Madison asked in alarm. He told her about the meeting of all the packs in the region. It was a formal get-together to introduce his new mate to the other packs. “Jared, I don’t have anything to wear!” she wailed.
“I’ve already ordered a dress for you. It will be here when you return from the spa. Go get ready to go to the spa. I promise you have nothing to worry about.”
Jared pointed her to the bathroom with a swat to her bottom to get her moving. Madison took a deep breath and decided to just go with the flow. She trusted Jared; he had everything under control.
Madison eyed her reflection in the mirror with dismay. The bright crimson dress Jared had chosen was sleeveless, leaving her fleshy arms on display. It hugged her torso revealing more cleavage than she’d even be comfortable with on the beach. The final insult was the short flouncy skirt that exposed her fat thighs to all and sundry.
No way in hell was she wearing this.
Madison stomped into the bedroom and fixed Jared with a murderous scowl. “I can’t believe you planned to introduce me to the other packs dressed up as a fat whore!”
Jared straightened from where he and Ethan were studying something on a laptop, his brows shooting up at both her choice of words and the tone she was using. “Excuse me? I think you better take a breath and rephrase that statement.”
Madison was a little embarrassed to have Ethan as a witness to this confrontation between Jared and her, but she was too angry to stop herself. “I will not rephrase! Where did you find this dress? Hookers R Us? The total inappropriateness of the dress aside, I don’t wear clothes that show so much skin. Women like me shouldn’t dress like this!”
Jared and Madison both ignored the way Ethan sat back with a grin to watch the show.
A muscle ticked in Jared’s jaw. “Women like you?”
If possible, Madison’s glare became even more scathing. “Fat women, you idiot! No one wants to see all my jiggly fat on display like this! So much for dinner—everyone will be too sick to eat! What are you… nooo…”
Jared ignored Madison’s irate yell as he grabbed her and sat down on the corner of the bed, then tossed her face down across his lap in almost one movement. In a matter of seconds the short flouncy skirt was across her back and her sheer panties were simply ripped from her body. “You won’t need those again this evening,” he said as he began to lay firm slaps down across her wriggling posterior.
“Jared, you can’t! Ethan is still here!” Madison cried out in horror.
“You earned this in front of him so I see no reason for him not to witness the fruits of your labor,” he said matter-of-factly as he pulled her in close and began her spanking in earnest.
“Oww! Jared, please! I’m sorry!” she cried, frantically trying to squirm away from his punishing hand. In hindsight as her bottom began to fill with heat, she realized there might have been a more diplomatic way to handle the situation.
“What did I tell you about talking negatively about yourself, Madison?” Jared asked almost conversationally, as if he wasn’t actively applying his hand to every bit of her poor bottom.
“You said I wasn’t to do it again,” Madison sniffed miserably.
“What did I tell you would happen?” he asked, pausing the spanking to rest his hand on her already hot, dark pink bottom.
“You said the spanking I got would make the last one look like love pats, but that’s really not necessary. I’ve learned my lesson!” she pleaded softly.
“You haven’t yet but you will. First we will discuss calling yourself fat and comparing yourself to a whore; when I’m satisfied you’ve learned we’ll move on to the rest,” Jared said. Madison’s whole body stiffened as she realized the import of his words. This would be a long hard punishment.
“I plan to ensure you never utter such things about yourself again and you will learn to show me respect at all times or never sit comfortably again,” he told her as he tilted her further over his left knee then locked his other leg down over her legs to pin her in place.
Madison grabbed his leg to provide stability and also because it made her feel better to hold on to him. Jared wasted no further time as he began to light into her bottom with a vengeance.
Soon she was emitting a constant wail as his hand fell faster than humanly possible to deliver the most searing heat her bottom had ever felt. His hand fell so fast, Madison couldn’t even tell one swat from another; soon her bottom was just a mass of throbbing heat.
Jared held her fast as he spanked her; she knew he would never use his strength against her, but his unnatural speed was imparting a lesson she would not soon forget. It took only a little over a minute for all of the tension to leave her, causing Madison to lie limply over his knee sobbing heartbrokenly. He lifted her to her feet and guided her nose firmly into a corner, tucking her skirt into the top of the dress so her flaming backside was on display.
For once Madison wasn’t even tempted to argue, seeing the corner as welcome respite. She felt him standing a few feet behind her and crammed her nose tighter into the corner sniffing miserably.
“Come see what you think of my handiwork, Ethan,” Jared called his second over to stand with him.
She could feel Ethan join Jared behind her and her bottom twitched as if it could sense them studying its well-spanked surface. She was mortified by Ethan’s witness to her punishment and by the wetness leaking down her thighs.
“A beautiful uniform color, Alpha, although I think I see one spot that doesn’t match the rest,” Ethan said as he indicated a spot at the crease of her bottom that wasn’t quite as red as the rest.
“By all means, even it up for me, Ethan,” Jared said with a nod toward Madison.
Ethan gently moved Madison back from the wall, bending her at the waist with her hands still braced on the wall before applying the flat of his hand firmly to the spot in question until it matched the rest of her well-spanked bottom.
Madison wailed and danced in place as Ethan’s hand fell on the same spot again and again. She couldn’t believe Jared was letting his second spank her! Worse was the wetness growing between her thighs with each swat he delivered to her bottom.
Once he was satisfied with the uniform color, Ethan placed her back in the corner and returned to his conversation with Jared.
“What a naughty little mate we have to deal with, Alpha,” Ethan remarked with a grin. “She is too beautiful to speak so negatively of herself.”
“I agree, we must ensure it never happens again,” Jared said firmly. “The large plug, I think, Ethan.”
“Jared? Why are you sending Ethan for a plug?” Madison hissed in a whisper.
“Because he is going to help me to teach you a lesson you will never forget, little one. Come, let’s take this dress off for a minute, I don’t want it wrinkled.” Jared quickly divested her of the offending dress and her bra, laying them carefully over the back of a chair.
Madison could only groan in humiliation when he turned her back to his chest then picked her up under her knees, held her off the floor, and spread her wide. When he turned to face Ethan, her mortification was complete.
Ethan stood there holding a butt plug, large enough to make her clench her bottom cheeks, and a tube of lube. The knowing smile on his face sent another hot flush of embarrassment through her.
Holding her eyes hostage, Ethan began to squeeze lube onto the plug. As she watched, he coated it thoroughly.
“Jared, please… I…” she wailed in desperation.
“Shhh, we would never hurt you, little mate, but this is a lesson you will learn once and for all.” Jared’s tone was implacable.
She groaned when Ethan sank to his knees in front of her and immediately sucked her clit into his mouth. As he alternated between licking and sucking, he slowly sank a finger deeply into her ass. He rocked it in and out of her until she was trying to follow his finger for more.
Then she felt the broad tip of the plug at the entrance of her tight little pucker, pressing firmly for entrance.
As he sucked her clit hard he pressed it home, twirling it around inside of her until she was panting, building toward a climax.
Then he stopped; pulling his face away from her needy slit, Ethan looked up at her. “Look at me, my lady.”
When she would have stubbornly stared at the ceiling, Ethan delivered a sharp swat to her thigh.
“Lady Madison, look at me,” Ethan said firmly.
“Madison,” Jared added his own warning and she gave in and looked down to meet the intensity of Ethan’s gaze.
“You are beautiful, my lady,” Ethan said firmly as he pressed the plug even deeper inside her bottom until he was able to lock it into place.
Madison could only moan in a combination of pleasure, pain, and shame. How could another man’s touch and discipline be so arousing? Especially when she was being held in place by her mate.
Then he used one hand to spread her labia even further apart. “Look at how your body weeps for us, my lady, your pretty little clit standing at attention begging for our discipline.”
She shook her head as if to deny the obvious.
“Oh yes, naughty girl,” Ethan told her before slapping three of his fingers on the other hand down sharply right on her clit.
“Ohhh.” Madison’s body jerked in response as the sharp sting bloomed almost immediately into pleasure.
His fingers slapped down three more times in quick succession and Madison knew one more little slap and she’d come hard and beg for more.
Her body tensed in anticipation of the next blow and the impending climax, but Ethan stepped away from her with a grin and licked his fingers clean of her juices.
“Naughty girls don’t get to come, my lady, do they, Alpha?” Ethan asked.
Jared lowered her to the floor on shaking legs. “No, they don’t.”
Madison shivered in need and confusion and Jared and Ethan quickly dressed her again.
“By the end of the night you will never doubt your attractiveness again. This is only the first part of the lesson, Madison. Now we must leave for the gathering but first I think we should deal with your lack of respect. Come here, Madison,” Jared said as he sat down on the corner of their bed. Ethan once again sat down in the chair across the room.
Madison came to stand between his legs where he sat. “I’m sorry… I know I could have handled that better. I could have told you I didn’t like the dress without being so disrespectful and rude or putting myself down.”
He tilted her face to his staring into her eyes as he spoke. “You definitely could have chosen your words much better, baby-love. I’m very disappointed in you, young lady. Now I want you to go to the closet and pick the implement you think you deserve for your behavior, then bring it to me.”
She gasped. He wanted her to pick something to spank her already thoroughly punished backside? Choose her own instrument of torture? “I don’t think I can,” Madison said softly.
Jared turned her and delivered a sharp swat to her left thigh. “You can and you will. Dawdling with only earn you extra.”
At the closet Madison gulped at the array of scary-looking implements. The big paddles looked horrendous, there were several straps and a couple of canes. Realizing she was taking too long, Madison finally grabbed a thick strap. It was only less scary than the rest by a small margin but seemed the best choice.
When she took the strap back to Jared, she found he’d moved a stool into the center of the room. He took the strap from her trembling hand then guided her down over the top of the stool.
“Hold on to the lower rungs and don’t get out of position. I’ll help you by placing a hand on your back. This will not be pleasant, as I want to ensure we don’t need to have this discussion again. Do you understand?” he asked.
“Yes, sir.” Her reply was almost a whisper.
Madison heard a whoosh as Jared swung the strap and then a line of fire bit into the tender skin where her bottom met her thighs, jolting the intruder in her bottom. To her horror the next stroke landed in the exact same place. When the next two landed on top of the first two, Madison began to beg, “Please, somewhere else…. somewhere else!”
Jared seemed immune to her pleas and delivered twelve strokes directly on top of each other leaving an angry reddish purple weal on her sit spot. The width of the strap ensured there was no way she would be able to sit for some time to come without remembering the lesson.
Jared left Madison to cry it out over the stool while he put the strap back in its place. When he got back to where she lay sobbing, he picked her up and cuddled her close to his chest as he sat back down on the bed.
Madison clung to him. “I’m so sorry, Jared. I won’t speak to you like that again. I should have just said I didn’t like the dress.”
Jared rubbed her back and kissed away her tears. “I know you’re sorry, baby-love, and if you’d just told me you didn’t like the dress, I would have found you something else to wear. However, because of the way you handled it, you will wear this dress.”
Madison studied his implacable face. “I thought I was forgiven.”
“Madison, you were forgiven before the punishment even began, but the lesson isn’t over. You will wear this dress tonight and next time a situation like this comes up you will think about your words and handle it more appropriately, won’t you?” he asked.
“Yes, sir,” she said with a slight pout to her lower lip.
Jared seemed to be holding back a smile and was choosing to ignore the sulky look Madison knew was on her face. “Go finish getting ready, baby-love, we need to leave in fifteen minutes.”
Madison left to do as he bid; she took a little time to wash her face and redo her makeup. Studying her reflection critically, she saw that she had managed to repair most of the damage her tears had caused. Her face was still a little pink but though her eyes looked big and a little shiny, they weren’t puffy as she feared they would be.
She was desperately trying to ignore Ethan’s role in her punishment or the thought of what would happen later when they got home from the gathering. Every step she took jolted the plug lodged in her bottom and pulled on the tight skin of her punished backside.
Madison left her curls twisted into a soft cascade at the top of her head then looked for her panties. She gasped when she found them in tatters next to the bed.
“Jared, my panties are torn,” she said worriedly.
“I told you that you wouldn’t need them. Part of your punishment will be to go bare beneath the dress; all evening when you feel the air on your punished bottom or shift in your seat, you will remember this discussion,” he told her firmly.
“I can’t go without panties!” Madison cried, scandalized, even though the thought of panties on her scorched posterior wasn’t a pleasant one.
“You most certainly can and I wouldn’t argue further about it unless you want me to get the strap back out.” Jared looked at her with a raised brow.
“Yes, sir,” Madison said softly, giving up the argument and slipping into her heels with a dejected slump of her shoulders. She’d already been nervous about meeting the rest of the packs and their leaders; now Madison wasn’t sure how she’d get through the evening.
“I think spending the evening with a plug pressed deep inside her sore little bottom and no panties will help Madison to remember her manners, don’t you, Ethan?” Jared asked his second as if she wasn’t there.
“I do indeed, Alpha, although I think some of the edge was taken off her passion with the strapping,” Ethan pointed out helpfully.
Jared studied Madison thoughtfully. “I do believe you’re right, Ethan,” he said, pulling Madison in close and kissing her deeply until she clung to him and responding enthusiastically.
He spun her out of his arms and into Ethan’s, who immediately kissed her as Jared reached for something in the cupboard.
Madison resisted Ethan’s kiss at first, but soon with a groan of surrender she wrapped her arms around him and sank into his kiss. All too soon the kiss was over and both men were leading her out to the car.
The thought of spending the evening meeting new people with a sore bottom, a butt plug, and an achy needy clit was almost more than she could bear.
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