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She opens her mouth to speak, but I lift my hand to halt her words.

“I am not angry with you. Your father was a good man, and your mother was well respected. That they passed and left you alone is the will of the Goddess. But the fact remains that some lasses need a protector. A male figure in their lives, a partner, a lover, who can guide and cherish them and ensure they are always safe.

“Please do not marry me off. I do not like any young men from the village. I can stay here with Blue and Greta. Your pack leader swore to my mother as I could.”

As I take her hand, her ramble stops. “Make no mistake, Fawn. I would kill any man who laid a single finger upon you, be he a villager or a pack member.”

She gulps. Her eyes are wide and vulnerable, reminding me that although I will claim her, there are many stages, each requiring time.

“I fully intend to be the one guiding you, starting with a proper correction which is long overdue. Now, over you go, lass.” I pat my lap. “It would appear I did not make a firm enough impression yesterday. I expect your bottom will be very sore before I’m done.”

Her face flushes a pretty shade of pink, and her legs twitch together.

My cock is stone-hard thinking about putting my hand on her plump ass—there is going to be some suffering all around. I want to strip her naked and feast my eyes on the body that will soon be mine, but that will have to wait.

“If you can be good for me during this, I will make you feel better after.”

“H-how?”

When she doesn’t move, I take her wrist and draw her toward me. “You will find out soon enough.”

She squeaks as her belly makes contact with my lap, fidgeting, trying to pull her shirt down over her ass.

My palm lands against her plump ass with a crack. “Hands away this instant, or I will need to use my belt.”

“Oh!”

I pause to brush her hair from her cheek and cup her chin, turning her a little so she can face me. “I’m going to lift your shirt up so that it doesn’t get in my way during your punishment.”

She nods, pretty eyes wide.

“Good girl,” I say, smiling when her eyes soften under my praise. “I am so proud of you.”

Fawn

He is going to make me feel good once the punishment is done. I’m giddy with excitement and don’t even care about the spanking that must come first.

Then I feel him lifting the hem of my shirt, and all the excitement shifts to my core... my pussy squeezes, and I can feel myself growing wet.

“Open your legs, Fawn.”

My mind plays back and forth between the use of my name and the instruction. I fidget a little, wondering if Wolf will see that I’m aroused, whether he will scent it when I open my legs.

He taps my thigh to remind me to obey. Wolf has told me to part my legs for him, and I want to please him.

I settle myself over him and let my thighs part.

“That’s my brave girl,” he says, cupping my ass. His hand feels warm and a little rough against my skin. “Try to relax for me, and it will go easier on you.”

The first spank is sharp, the second sharper still. I’m soon gasping and wriggling as he peppers one cheek and then the other with his monstrous palm. This is much firmer than last time. He said it would be, but I didn’t fully understand.

“Ow! It hurts!”

“It is meant to, little girl.”

Oh, I am relegated to a little girl now? No more Fawn? The heat he generates on my bottom rises from a sting to the fiery pits of hell. I jerk, twitch, and twist. The pain morphs into a strange heat that moves all the way to my pussy, making me hot and achy there. My hands are pinned securely. With nowhere to go, I can only endure my firm chastisement.

I dare to close my legs.

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