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"And if I don't?" The words slip out before I can stop them, a last act of defiance.

Koda's hand moves from my arm to my chin, tilting my face up. His touch is surprisingly gentle, a contrast to the steel in his voice. "Then I'll have to teach you the hard way. Trust me, little one, you don't want that."

But as I meet his intense gaze, feeling the strength in his grip and the heat of his body so close to mine, I'm not so sure. Part of me, a part I'm not ready to examine too closely, wonders what exactly those "consequences" might entail.

"Now get that ass back to the cabin. Now." His tone leaves no room for argument.

“Make me–”

I've hardly finished speaking before he reaches out and grabs me, pulling me over his broad shoulder, much like a caveman claiming his prize. I squeak in shock and outrage, kicking and pounding against his hard back, but it's futile.

He carries me to his whittling chair on the porch, sits, and then drapes me unceremoniously over his thighs and pulls my sundress up and my panties down as my legs kick helplessly in his lap. "Koda, no, stop, you, you pervert!" I gasp as he manhandles me as I struggle against his rock hard body, then his broad palm connects with my behind, the sting of the slap radiating through me.

"This is your punishment," he says, his voice low and sober. But the spankings continue, each one more stinging than the last, igniting a fire deep within me that's both humiliating and arousing all at once. “If you want to act a fool, little lady, then this is about as far as it’ll get ya.”

I cry out again, but the swamp absorbs my naughty noises, leaving only the sounds of the spanking echoing in the stillness. Again and again he beats my petulant little ass, my body betraying me as I’m humiliated and put in my place.

Yet, during this humiliating act, I feel alive. Free. It's a rush that's as overwhelming as it is intoxicating. I shouldn't like this. I'm a strong, independent woman, and I should fight him, resisting. Yet, a part of me enjoys being over his knee. Enjoys being punished by him like a naughty little whore.

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Koda

As my stern hand comes down on her round, firm ass, I lose control. A blush creeps over her, starting at her cheeks and spreading down her neck. Her eyes are wide, filled with shock, fear, and what looks like lust. It should make me feel guilt, seeing her like this. But it doesn't. The sight of her over my knee, her body trembling under my touch, is the most arousing thing I've ever seen.

But I don't just want to just punish her, I want to claim her, mate her, own her. The urge to split that body in half is overwhelming, a persistent beat in my chest, an itch under my skin.

She's meant to be mine, and I will take what’s mine.

She’s stirred an instinct in me that I never knew I had.

The need to protect, to claim, to own.

I land another spank on her ass, and she gasps, her body jerking forward. I feel the heat of her skin through the thin fabric of my pants, and my cock twitches, aching to be inside her. This punishment has turned into something else, something primal,raw. It's not about teaching her a lesson anymore, it's about marking her as mine.

I can't resist it any longer. I don't want to resist it.

"Enough," I growl, pulling her up and into my arms. Her pretty little sundress is still up around her thighs, her ass is a lovely shade of pink, and she's panting, her chest heaving.

She looks up at me, her eyes filled with confusion, fear, and arousal. She's a perfect combination of innocence and sensuality, and she's driving me insane.

I carry her back into my bedroom and throw her on my bed. She doesn't protest or fight, just looks at me with those wide, trusting eyes. I tug the sundress over her head, leaving her standing in just her bra and panties. The sight of her standing there, her body pale and delicate compared to mine, sends a jolt of primal lust through me.

"Take it off," I say, my voice barely more than a growl. I need to see all of her, to touch all of her. I need to claim her as my own.

She doesn't hesitate, her fingers moving quickly to unclasp her bra and slide her panties down her legs. She stands before me, smooth and naked and beautiful and perfect, her body trembling slightly. I don't know if it's from fear, arousal, or both, but it only further awakens my dark instincts. "Koda…" she asks again, her voice barely above a whisper.

I kiss her, penetrating her mouth in a passionate kiss. She responds immediately, her arms wrapping around my neck, her legs wrapping around me.

Her skin soft and sweet, her body small and delicate compared to mine.

And she's mine.

My cock flops out thick and heavy between my legs, and I’m not quite sure she can handle it, but she seems like a fighter and as I position myself between her legs, I see the fear in her eyes, but also the desire.

She may be scared, but she wants this as much as I do.

I press the head of my cock against her entrance, looking into her eyes as I sink it in. The look on her face as she struggles through my orcish girth… delicious. The thought that I am causing her pain should hold me back, but all the sweet and desperate noises she makes… it makes it all too easy.