8 A Real Fantasy

In a motion too fast to follow, the Alpha grabbed her around the waist and plucked her across his lap. He was so much huger than her that her entire physique fit across his thighs, with just her forearms and the lower part of her legs left swiveling. She battled against him but the halo of his arm might as well have been compelled by an iron.

"I am going to whack you," he informed her as if talking with something as commonplace as the climate.

"I don't expect you to enjoy the grief, you little Beta, but the more you resist then the more punishment you will receive." He said still holding her.

I don't want you to enjoy the pain. He could not mean it, she thought frantically. Is this what got the Alphas in the Aquila to blow their loads…physical misuse?

She had anticipated a bruising rut from a giant Alpha, and a little pain was to follow that, but this was something different entirely.

Still Panicking, Leda clasped her thighs together and shoved hard against the arm at her waist. The steel vise of his grasp did not change so much as an inch.

"You're just about the size of an Omega, maybe you have some small bit of their biological impulses as well." He said, stroking her flank with the back of one hand as She tried and failed to restrain a shiver.

"Regardless, let's act up, shall we? That's what this is all about, after all." He added

The first assault on her bare ass was more startling than it was unbearable. She had never been hit, even as a child, so the awe of being struck was sufficient to make her jump.

She screamed at the next bang which was delivered with extensively more force. Her legs flagellate as she tries to find the floor. He whacked each thigh punishingly harsh, enough that she was sure it would induce a mark, until she calmed. His chest was clutched hard against her back, pinning her to his thighs with just the weight of his body. She felt the stiff length of his erection press painfully into the smooth flesh of her belly. Her last clear thought was that no one had ever whacked her before, not even when she'd drawn on the floor of their quarters with a pen as a kid.

She had wanted sex, even to suffer humiliation, but nothing like this. The blows showered down, strong and unrelenting. The pain coupled with fear and adrenaline pushing her to the verges of reason. She had to compel herself to think through the onslaught. Emotional thrills and lows upset the fresh balance attained with the heat suppressants. If she were to lose composure of herself, even in the tiniest way, her secret would be disclosed.

Leda screamed with each bang of his hand against her skin. She pleaded him to stop, choking out the words via her tears. If he listened to her, the Alpha didn't acknowledge. Alternating sides, he wrapped every inch of her backside with smacking shocks in a tempo that never sputtered even a beat. He whispered into her ear, lips moving against the delicate shell, even as his hand never stopped its punishing rhythm.

"You want this and just don't know it yet, don't you Omega." he asked.

His words flowed through her with a howl of shock and fear. But his voice stayed calm and the tempo unhurried. She realized that this was part of the illusion, the playacting, that he needed to pretend that he subjugated an Omega female and not some generic Beta.

She beseeched again to the all-seeing gods that he would not uncover the truth as he was hitting her harder.

She could no longer feel the individual blasts because fire consumed the whole of her backside, from the aching skin under his hand to the molten midst between her clenched thighs. She was moaning, without inhibition or restraint, tears and snot draining the cushion against her face.

No longer able to struggle against him, Leda focused all of her attention on trying to quiet her mind. But that only made it difficult not to focus on the hurting flesh at her center that appeared with each strike of his palm. She didn't understand the sick sensation that swooped over her — the desire that made her want to shove herself back to meet his blows.

His hand finally slowed, the harshness of the spanking morphing into something softer. He caressed her burning skin, over the swell of her buttocks and down her thighs, just very hard enough that the stoked fire could not fully abate.

Her tears slowed until she grabbed only small, hiccuping breaths.

"That was awesome,. I think you merit a reward, little one", He said with his palm rotated in slow circles on her back but inched down towards the curve of her ass. His touch developed light as a feather as he almost skimmed the aching spot between her thighs. The burning sensation of grief altered into pleasure. She moaned louder when one thick finger tugged inside her.

"What's this, then?" he asked.

He waited for a long moment as she swiveled to draw him closer, but he stubbornly refused to move, compelling her to respond.

"I d-don't kn-know…sir," she said, on a stammering breath, dominated by desire and shame.

"How very wet you are." His stroking fingers hoisted away, and she had to chew her tongue to keep from pleading for more.

"They can presumably smell you all the way downstairs. It's only a unique Beta that can soak for me like this." he added.

She wailed at that, unable to react. Guilt and desire stirred together into an overwhelming cocktail.

What was he doing to her?

He clasped her chin hard between his index finger and thumb, tugging her head back in a painful warping until their noses almost touched.

"Do you know what kind of girl gets wet when a man whacks her bare ass?" he asked

"A b-bad gg-girl, sir." She replied

"Not just a bad girl", he said as he grabbed her lower lip between his teeth and bit down hard until she savored the copper zest of blood. He pulled away enough to mumble against her mouth.