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He spanks me again, several times, as if punishing me for not being in school.

“Your mother had no idea where you were, no idea what you were doing, no idea that you were here, unsupervised with dangerous feral wolves, criminals with outstanding warrants.”

“Their warrants are pretty epic, right?” I shoot the snarky words back, and get another set of slaps on my ass for my trouble. The pain is starting to settle into a duller heat now, a general warmth that makes some of the sharpness feel less, well, sharp.

He pauses for a moment, then I hear a rustle. He has ripped a branch from a nearby sapling. I look over my shoulder as he strips the leaves from it with one rough pass of his hand, then he holds it short and starts whipping my ass with it.

“You will learn not to speak to me so rudely,” he says matter-of-factly, as if he has some right to do this, and worse, as if he hassome intention of continuing to do it. “You have been raised in this country, fatherless. Lilly did her best, I am sure, but there are many lessons you have yet to learn, Anya.”

I would tell him to fuck off, but I am too busy wailing as my ass burns with the intensity of the whipping he is now giving me, that lash making my flesh burn with the devilish little lines laid down by the switch.

“What do you want from me!”

He pauses for a moment. “I want you to behave yourself in a manner befitting your position. And I want you to listen, because I have important things to tell you.”

I remember what he said at the beginning. That my mother is dead. That’s just not possible. She was fine last time I saw her, and she’s not even very old. She had me when she was in her early twenties. She’s not even fifty yet.

I start struggling again. I don’t want to hear what he says. I don’t want it to be true. It can’t be true. If I can get away from him, then it isn’t true. I push up to my knees and try to scramble away, but he grabs my pants and holds me down there between my legs, keeping me in place against my will.

“Let me fucking go!”

Alexei

She is a dramatic, passionate, and rebellious little thing. A proper she-wolf would have submitted when the rest of thepack did, but no, of course Lilly’s daughter had to keep up her defiance long after everybody else knew surrender was the best option.

Her reddened cheeks frame her sweet lips, lightly furred and entirely on display for me in the position she has chosen to assume. I’ve exposed her, but she is doing nothing to guard her modesty. Instead she is doing her absolute best to give me the best view in the house.

This is not how I imagined I would find Lilly’s daughter. I thought I would find her at the university where she was supposed to be, for starters.

The pack she is with isn’t even a proper pack. It is a collection of strays with a pseudo-alpha who wouldn’t even qualify as a beta among mine. Seeing Anya in this state makes me absolutely certain that she has suffered for being raised without a father. I know Lilly did her best, but this spoiled little whelp needs to be taken in hand.

I notice something else about the state of her. Something I am trying very hard to ignore. I did not strip her to leer at her. I wanted her bare because bare is the only way to properly punish a girl. Now that I have her in this state of undress, I cannot ignore her arousal. She is wet. Soaked. The insides of her thighs glisten with need as I hold her helplessly in place and make her face the consequences of her actions.

I am fighting my own instincts and urges in this moment. The desire to mate her is intense, of course. More than it usually is. I put it down to the intense emotion of losing Lilly and now finding her delinquent daughter. The urge to sink my cock deep inside her tight, wet little cunt is almost overwhelming.

“Let me go!”

I twitch the switch in my hand, letting my wrist do the work to whip her ass again. I would never have put her in this position myself, but the fact that she has managed to do it herself is quite pleasing. Right now it is the only pleasing thing about her.

“I am not going to let you go. Stop fighting.”

“No!”

She’s panicked and she needs to be fucked. My cock is rock hard right now, and the urge to rise up and mate her like I know she needs to be mated is almost impossible to resist, but I restrain myself. There are more important things that have to happen first.

“Yes,” I growl. “Or I will do something to you with this switch that you will regret.”

“Let me go!”

She repeats herself, not listening to me. I line the switch up again. This time it’s not going horizontally across her ass. This time it’s oriented vertically up and down. I flick my wrist and the whippy branch catches her between her spread cheeks, catching not only the tight little bud of her asshole, but her pussy lips as well. It’s a harsh treatment for a virgin, but I have no intention of backing down. I’m going to whip her until she submits.

It’s clear she’s never been made to give in before, and that isn’t good for her. It’s not good for me either, in the attempt to handle her. There are more important things to do than continuing to stripe her perfect ass and gorgeous pussy. More important things than burying my cock deep inside her and showing her precisely what she really is.

I am almost maddened by the urge to fuck her. My self-control is hanging by a thread. I have not felt this much lust in years, perhaps ever. I know what that might mean, but I can’t think about that.

Her whines and cries increase in intensity until finally she does what I want her to do: she submits. She softens, she whimpers, and she stops fighting me.

The moment her energy shifts, I soften. I pull her close to me, and I snug her underwear up over her sore ass. I need her covered, though the thin layer of fabric does absolutely nothing to dull her scent.

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