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  My tears dried as he held me, and then he cleared his throat.

  Chapter Five

  Dawn

  I had a feeling my ordeal was far from over and once he began to speak, I knew I was right.

  “I’ll never give you more than you can take, my sweet omega, but you earned a very thorough punishment and it isn’t over yet. What happens next is going to ensure that you won’t ever forget your place again. Now you’re going to pick out three switches for me in three different lengths. The thickest and the longest one will be used to thoroughly switch your already sore little bottom. The medium length one will be used to punish your breasts and those delightfully pretty nipples. Then, after all that is over, I’ll use the smallest one to switch that pretty little pussy until you promise me that you will be a good little omega who will always obey her alpha,” he explained darkly.

  My mouth went dry and I could have sworn my stomach dropped straight to my toes. He wasn’t serious. He couldn’t be.

  “Please,” I begged. “I’ve learned my lesson.”

  “You’re not the one who gets to decide that anymore, my beautiful omega. I’ve decided that your lesson needs to continue, and you don’t have a choice about whether or not you’re going to take it. It’s not up to you. It’s up to me,” he replied firmly.

  A soft whimper escaped my lips. I quivered with need. His words made me afraid, but they also did very strange things to my body. My breasts were heavy with desire, my nipples pebbled into tender little peaks at the prospect of feeling the merciless bite of a switch. My pussy tightened and my clit throbbed as I wondered it how very much was going to hurt to be switched there too.

  I feared getting a switching, but it also made me wet knowing it was going to happen very soon whether I wanted it to or not. He’d decided that he was going to give me one and it didn’t matter what I thought about it.

  I’d never felt more out of control than I did now. He’d taken every ounce of it for himself. I didn’t understand why that aroused me so much.

  “Sir,” I pleaded, hiding my face in his shoulder.

  “Do you want another spanking before your switching, little mate?” he asked, his voice laced with a very real threat.

  “No, sir,” I answered quickly, feeling very small and vulnerable. There was no doubt in my mind now that he wouldn’t follow through with what he said he would do. If he wanted to spank me again, he would.

  “I don’t know what to look for in a switch. I’ve never been switched before, sir,” I said quietly, knowing that I was going to have to find several that pleased him very soon whether I liked it or not.

  “The branch is not to be too thick, but slender and supple so that it is flexible. Younger trees are best for this and yield a number of thin branches that would make good switches. Once you choose one, I will break it off for you. I will then remove the leaves and twigs stemming off of it. When you have chosen your three switches and I’m pleased with your choices, the rest of your punishment will begin,” he explained.

  My pussy clenched hard. As afraid as I was right now, I’d never wanted to orgasm so badly in my life.

  He offered me a hand and I used it to stand on shaky legs. I met those icy blue eyes, finding them staring back at me with unmerciful firmness.

  Reluctantly, I turned away and walked over to some nearby trees. I found a young sapling and ran my fingers along its wood, trying to figure out exactly what he was looking for. He had warned me before that if my choices didn’t please him, he’d break one off himself and switch me so hard that it broke and then I’d have to choose another. This would happen again and again until he was happy with the switches that I’d picked, I had no doubt of that.

  I swallowed nervously.

  Something loud cracked behind me and I turned back to him. He’d taken two rocks in his hands and had smashed them together, creating some sort of makeshift blade that I assumed he’d used to trim the branches that were soon going to be whipping the very naked and most tender places on my body.

  I started looking amongst the trees once more, trying to find the perfect one that would please him.

  I found a thin branch as long as my arm and pointed it out to him. He walked over to join me and used his stone blade to cut it off. Anxiously, I watched him as he trimmed off the leaves and the smaller twigs until he had one single long switch. He placed it on top of a boulder nearby. It was rather ominous as it laid there, an innocent branch that was about to play a not so innocent role in the punishing of my already very sore backside.

  “This is a good choice. It will mark your bottom nicely,” he said, and I breathed a sigh of relief. I understood what he was looking for now.

  I looked carefully and chose another that was about half the size of the first one. It was about the length of my forearm and a bit thinner. He grunted his approval, cutting that one and trimming it just as he’d done the other. When he was finished, he laid it beside the longer switch and I swallowed nervously as I thought about the fact that it was going to whip my breasts, as well as my nipples very soon.

  “Time to choose the one that will punish that very pretty and very wet little pussy. This switch will hurt the most, sweet girl, but you’re going to take it because it’s exactly what you need,” he said sternly, and I whimpered quietly. I pressed my legs together anxiously as if that would protect me from what was to come, and I couldn’t help but notice that my inner thighs were soaked with my arousal.

  I fidgeted nervously as I looked at the tree, feeling like I was being forced to play an active role in my very own doom. Having to choose each switch made the possibility of it actually happening very real, making me anticipate what each one would feel like as it whipped against my skin.

  With even more reluctance, I reached for the shorter branches, feeling for the suppleness and flexibility that would be required in order to whip the place in between my thighs. A number were far too brittle, and I passed over them before I found one that was about half the length of the medium one that I’d already chosen. This one seemed so much worse though, since I knew it was going to switch the most sensitive spot on my body. I had a feeling it was going to make me cry and he was going to be able to see every last tear when it finally happened.

  “This one, sir,” I whispered, my mouth as dry as cotton.

  He took it in his fingers and ran them down the length of the branch, testing it and flexing it back and forth before he purred his agreement. I would have sighed in relief that I’d chosen acceptable switches and that I wasn’t going to be whipped with one until it broke, but it also meant that the rest of my punishment was going to happen far sooner than I was ready for. It was going to begin now.

  He laid the third switch on the boulder by the others. I stared at it with extreme reluctance and tried to swallow away my unquenchable fear and ever-building desire.

  Then he picked up what remained of my shirt and tossed it over a fallen log. Calmly, he extended his arm toward me and I tentatively took it, knowing that I had no other choice. With a gentleness I wasn’t sure I deserved, he led me over to the log and laid me over top of it lengthwise. After that, he tore strips of cloth from what remained of my jeans. I waited, staying where he put me.

  He returned to me and bound my hands together. He also tied a very long piece around my waist, securing me to the log. I wasn’t able to roll or move off of it. I felt so very helpless and vulnerable bound this way and I was sure that he knew it too.

  My pussy tightened with need and I whimpered softly, very nervous for what was to come. His fingers traced lightly up the backs of my thighs and I looked up at him with trepidation.

  His cock was so very hard. He was enjoying punishing me like this.

  He caught me staring and I blushed, forcing myself to turn away.

  His fingers dipped in between my legs.

  “So very, very wet, little mate. You protest, but this little pussy is telling me that this is exactly what you want,” he said softly, and I whined with
shame. He pressed one finger into my pussy, and I shuddered with pleasure.

  “Please,” I begged.

  “Not yet, my pretty little omega. You’ve got quite a switching coming before I allow you to come all over my cock,” he answered, his voice dark and dangerous and entirely too fuckable.

  He strode over to the boulder and took the longest switch into his fingers. He swished it through the air and the sound made me shiver in fearful arousal.

  “I gave you an instruction before, and you ignored it. This punishment is going to ensure that it won’t happen again, isn’t that right?”

  “Yes, sir,” I whimpered.

  I felt so exposed. So vulnerable. I didn’t feel even remotely feisty or defiant anymore.

  Instead, I felt like a little girl who was about to find out what happened when she was very naughty and then got caught. I had a feeling I was about to understand what it truly meant to be punished. My spanking had only been the beginning.

  “Please, I won’t run again,” I begged.

  “I know,” he replied. He laid the switch on my naked bottom.

  “I’m sorry I tased you,” I pleaded, hoping my words would stop what seemed so very inevitable right now.

  “I know that too, little mate. You’ll get your chance to soothe the place that you tased with your tongue after I’ve decided your beautiful little body has been punished to my satisfaction,” he said firmly, and my core twisted hard.

  He wanted to fuck my mouth. I was sure of it.

  “Please, I’ve learned my lesson,” I begged. “You don’t need to switch me.”

  “Of the two of us, who gets to choose how you are punished?” he pressed.

  “You do, sir,” I answered timidly. My legs flexed nervously as the switch laid against my already sore backside and I nervously awaited its cruel bite.

  “That’s correct. I’m going to enjoy switching your beautifully bare bottom, your pretty breasts, and your wet little pussy. You’re going to scream and beg and you’re going to cry for me, but your punishment is only going to end when I’ve decided you’ve had enough. Is that clear, little girl?”

  “Yes, sir,” I whispered. I could hardly breathe, I was so nervous. My legs quivered with fear and my inner walls fluttered as liquid heat gathered between my thighs.

  I heard the switch cut through the air and my entire body tensed as I waited for its fall. Once it whipped against my freshly spanked skin, the resulting sting was swift and overwhelming and painfully brutal. My chest rose and fell as I struggled to take that single lash and when I finally began to calm, he switched me again.

  The resulting crescendo of pain built on the first and I did everything I could to remain stoic and strong, but the line of fire was so much harsher than I was prepared for. He switched me for a third time, and I couldn’t stop myself as I wailed in response to its painful lash.

  Fuck. It hurt so very, very much.

  He took his time switching me, ensuring that I experienced each moment of the branch’s cruel sting. Sometimes, he would pause and walk around me, showing me that his cock was impossibly hard. It was obvious that he very much liked punishing me this way. My pussy ached to be full of that very hard cock.

  Without warning, he whipped me hard and fast with that long, slender switch.

  I wailed from the agonizing sting as I felt the welts rise up on my skin. My entire bottom blazed with fire and I sniffed back my tears, trying to hold myself together but it was so very difficult.

  “I’m enjoying seeing my marks on your beautiful bottom, little omega,” he said softly, and my eyes flicked up to look at his cock once more. It stood high and gloriously erect and I wanted it inside me so very badly.

  The switch was ruthless, and I hated every cruel bite despite the fact that I could feel how very wet it was making me. Each welt burned like a blistering brand that seared into my sore flesh. I could feel each one rising, the scalding pain building as the seconds crept by after each fateful lash.

  This was a very hard lesson, one I was struggling to take.

  I squeezed my eyes shut and folded my hands together. There was no way for me to reach back because of the way he’d restrained me. I couldn’t roll to avoid the switch either, bound as I was to the fallen log. There was no choice left for me except to take what he gave me, and I soon wondered how much that would be.

  Then he started to whip the backs of my thighs.

  Almost immediately, I choked back a sob. When the second painful lash fell against my thighs, I wailed and I began to beg. Not long after that, I started to cry. I told him how very sorry I was, how I would never defy him again and if he would please consider my lesson over. I asked for his mercy. I begged him for it.

  “Please, let me make it up to you. Please let me suck your cock. I’ll do anything. Please,” I pleaded through my tears. I sobbed openly. I no longer cared how shameful the words coming out of my mouth were. I only wanted the switching to stop.

  “Don’t worry, little omega. You’ll do all that and more after your switching is over,” he assured me, and I wailed in defeat. Nothing I did or said would convince him to stop. I understood that completely now.

  The absolute power he had over me was in stark contrast to my complete lack of it. He’d taken thorough control of me because he was my alpha, and because I was his to control.

  Even as I cried, my pussy throbbed with need, calling for him to claim me in the way I was meant to be taken.

  He switched me another five times in quick succession and I sobbed hard. I hardly noticed when he’d placed the cruel switch back on the boulder. Then he returned to me and untied the clothing around my waist. After that, he freed my wrists and I was able to unwind my arms from around the log.

  “Come. Stand here,” he instructed. I sniffed back my tears and obeyed, too fearful to even think about being disobedient. He tossed the long piece of fabric over a strong branch above me and proceeded to lift my arms over my head. He bound my wrists with that same strip of cloth.

  “I want you to test it. Put all of your weight into your wrists and suspend yourself in the air,” he directed. Obediently, I pulled myself up by the strength of my arms so that my feet left the forest floor. The branch and the restraints held my weight with ease. He purred his approval and my nipples pebbled with desire.

  Next, he spread my legs apart and bound each of my ankles to two nearby saplings. My legs felt spread obscenely wide and I whimpered, realizing how much I was on display for him. I tried to bring my thighs together and hide the wetness I knew was practically dripping from me, but I couldn’t. His restraints prevented that.

  My punished backside ached, the residual smolder from the welts left by the switch still burning hot. I ached to touch them and soothe the painful marks, but bound as I was, I knew I wouldn’t be able to for some time.

  He didn’t pick up that medium length switch right away. Instead, he stood before me and admired my naked form, taking his time to let his eyes drift up and down so that he could see absolutely everything. He circled me and I’d never felt more like a lamb left out to slaughter than I did at that moment. His fingers glided down my back and onto my bottom, tracing the welts he’d left behind.

  “It gives me great pride to see my mark on your beautiful skin. Your bottom is so very pretty when it’s properly reddened and welted to my satisfaction,” he murmured, and a shudder of desire raced down my spine and pooled between my thighs.

  His touch skated along my flesh, circling my hips and smoothing across my stomach until he lifted my right breast in his palm. He grazed his thumb over top of my nipple, causing it to harden under his touch. Gently, he pinched it between two fingers and a moan of desire managed to escape my lips. He smiled knowingly and he lifted his other hand to capture my left breast too.

  He teased my nipples, pinching them softly and making them pebble under his skillful touch. Gradually, the pinches grew harder, the twists rougher and I tried to turn my body in order to break his hold. Instead, he t
ook each nipple firmly between his fingertips and lifted my breasts with them. I whimpered, feeling how very heavy they felt with desire and then he pulled them away from me.

  I whimpered because it started to hurt. His fingers squeezed and twisted harder. He punished my nipples until I couldn’t stop myself from crying out, pain lancing across my breasts. When he finally released them, I bit my lower lip as a second wave of hurt followed the first.

  Then, using his hand, he began to spank my breasts. I whined in alarm as they jiggled shamefully but as he slapped them a bit harder, I no longer cared what they looked like. I was only concerned with the fact that it stung. Over and over he slapped each one, ensuring that he covered the entirety of my vulnerable and tender flesh. He didn’t stop until my skin was bright pink and I was once again whimpering for his mercy. After that, he returned to punish my nipples, pinching them hard enough that I knew they would remain sore long after he released them. When he was finished, he slipped his hand in between my thighs.

  “You’re soaking wet, mate,” he said loudly, and I shivered with shame. He coated two fingers with my wetness and removed them from my pussy, only to press them against my lips.

  “Open. You’re going to clean these off for me,” he instructed.

  I obeyed and opened my mouth. He pressed his fingers in between my lips and onto my tongue. My own sweet musky flavor surprised me. I didn’t hate it, but it felt so shamefully wrong to be made to taste my own arousal like this. Tentatively, I began to cleanse his fingers with my mouth. I did the best that I could, ensuring to swirl my tongue around his digits until the taste of myself gradually faded away.

  “Good girl,” he murmured softly, and I could have sworn my heart leapt in my chest. I found myself suddenly wanting to hear those words fall from his lips again.

  “Are your nipples sore now, little mate?” he asked.

  “Yes, sir,” I answered. Perhaps he’d decided I’d earned his sympathy.