“What do you think you’re doing, Ivy?”
He was leaning against a rock, arms crossed, a stern look marring his face.
“Llyr!” Ivy bashfully folded her arms. She had been caught.
“Didn’t I tell you to stay put, mate?” He slowly stepped forward, raising an eyebrow.
“Y-yes.” She couldn’t meet his eyes.
“And it seems my curious little rabbit went on an adventure.” He took in the sight around them.
“I-I’m sorry, I just—” Ivy sputtered.
“You disobeyed, Ivy. I told you to stay because you could get lost. And judging from how you looked just now, I would say you were just that.” His voice dropped, and Ivy realized she had stirred the wolf within him.
Ivy just wanted to go back to the camp, but Llyr had her backed into a corner now.
“All I wanted was to see! I won’t do it again, I promise!” Ivy shuffled her hands as she attempted to soothe her anxiety.
“Do you know what happens when you disobey your mate, Ivy?” He lifted her chin with one finger. The stubble on his cheek grazed hers as he took in a deep breath below her ear. His throat rumbled. She must have smelled different in a state of fear.
Ivy didn’t answer. She attempted to move away, but in seconds he had her tossed over his shoulder, marching out of the ravine.
“Llyr! Put me down!” She beat on his back, kicking her feet. Not again.
“My mate needs to be taught a lesson. I asked her to stay where she was, and she did not. What did she do instead?” He made it to higher ground where he sat on a flat rock, pulling her over his lap.
“What are you doing!” He had her face down, ass up, and sprawled over his legs now.
“What did my mate do?” He was calm yet demanding in his tone. Ivy submitted long enough to stop squirming
“I wandered away! Now let me up!” She heard him tut.
“It is unseemly of an alpha’s mate to command him, little girl. Do you remember what I told you when you listed your conditions upon being mated to me?” He had the lower half of her body positioned higher on his bent knee. His hand was kneading the curve of her backside through her skirts. His other hand was playing in her hair.
“You promised you would not hurt me!” Ivy tried again to get up but failed under his grasp.
“I mean to keep that promise. What I want you to understand is that this is different, for it is discipline for a wayward mate. A correction. This is not out of anger, but of a place of great worry for your safety. So, you must learn to obey when I give a command.”
“I only walked off to explore! Let me up!” She beat on the rock with her fists. Ivy’s hair began to fall out of her braid while she thrashed about. The more she squirmed, the tighter he held her.
“Ivy, if you do not settle down, I will deliver more than intended…” He squeezed her ass now, making her still.
“I do not need it!” A sharp swat delivered to her backside made her yelp.
“Yes, you do. I told you, it is correcting your disobedience. I asked you to stay at the camp because it is dangerous. You did not listen.” Down came another smack to her other cheek through her dress, and she was thankful for all the layers.
“Llyr, I—” Another smack cut Ivy off, and she cried out. “Ow! That hurts!”
“Punishments require some semblance of pain, love. It is my job as your mate to chastise you accordingly when my commands are ignored. When it comes to your safety or wellbeing, this is not negotiable.” Another swat came down and tears began to sting behind Ivy’s eyes.
“That’s four over your gown. Now lift it.” His casual tone made Ivy fume.
Ivy glared back at him. He would spank her bare bottom once more, when it had still been recovering from her previous chastisement?
Ivy snarled as he did it for her, exposing her vulnerable flesh to the nip in the air.
“Four for each cheek for your little adventure in a strange place will suffice. This is not easy for me either, Ivy, but you will not traipse around this land until you know every inch of it. There is a drop off back there. I take it you nearly slipped and fell down in the ravine?” He ran his warm, calloused hand over her ass, and she actually growled.
“Yes!” She knew she sounded like a bratty child, and she did not care.
“That’s what I thought. Now, hands behind your back, you will injure them on this rock, if you haven’t already. Much like you would have injured yourself had you fallen down that ravine.”
“I was perfectly fine.”
Ivy obliged, but not sweetly. She hoped he could feel her red-hot scowl.
Llyr held both of her hands by the wrist behind her back as he had before.
“Count, little girl.” A slap jolted her head up, and Ivy began counting through her teeth.
The sting of his rough hand set her skin on fire as he delivered several swats to her ass. When she faltered in counting to eight, Llyr repeated until she got it right.
Llyr calmly rearranged her positioning over his lap, guiding her legs obscenely open to give him access to her pussy.
His hand made its way to the slick sensitive bud, already standing to attention. When it dawned on Ivy what he intended to do, she snapped them shut.
“No! You cannot spank me there!” Ivy frantically squirmed in his lap but was easily subdued.
“Just a few, mate.”
An embarrassing wet slap between her legs made her womb quiver. She swore she could feel Llyr’s smile.
“My attentions to you were not enough I see. This greedy pussy wants more.”
His fingers plunged into her depths, making Ivy stiffen and grind herself over his lap.
“Ohh Gods…” Her moan echoed softly in the emptiness of the wilderness around them. She was sure she could cum this way if he kept up his pace, but he withdrew his fingers, chuckling as he delivered more wet slaps to her pussy.
“You will have more, impatient little mate. We aren’t done. Now keep counting.”
Tears now fell to the leaves on the ground as her body was only able to accept the punishment being delivered.
What Ivy hated almost as much as the spanking was how aroused it was making her.
Her pussy was positioned in just the right spot on his knee, and she couldn’t help but grind her pelvis into him.
“So, this is turning you on, mate?” He delivered another harsh slap, this time closer to her pussy. “I thought I smelled your arousal.”
Ivy could feel him grin as he pressed the flat of his hand to her outer lips.
“Dripping, as I thought. You’re doing so well, little one. What would happen if I just continued touching here? Would you cum for me as you did last night?”
“Nooo…” Ivy moaned as he applied pressure to her pussy, the tips of his fingers barely reaching where she needed relief the most.
“Think very carefully before you deny it again, Ivy. Do you want it?”
The obscene wet sounds of his fingers against her, combined with the humiliating echo of the slaps reverberated through the trees, and Ivy was sure even the neighboring packs could hear her cries.
Finally, Llyr picked her up and cradled her in his arms, with her legs on either side of him. Her well punished bottom still exposed, Ivy finally let her emotions go and cried into his shirt, now understanding how foolish she had been.
“Shhh. My little mate did so well. Easy now.” He rocked her back and forth as she squeezed his neck.
“I’m sorry! I won’t do it again, please do not send me away.” He pulled back, taking her tear-stained face in his hands.
“Never. You’re mine now. Your home is with me.”
Ivy sniffled and dared not to let Llyr go, partly in fear of how her skirts would rub against her reddened ass.
“It’s all over now. Forgiven.” His chest vibrated as he spoke. Ivy pressed her face there, letting a hand slip through the tunic to feel how warm his chest was.
“Should we be getting back to camp?” Ivy mumbled. Her stomach seemed to answer, and she had forgotten how hungry she was.
“I will take that as a yes, little one.” Llyr picked her up and carried her off.
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