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Story: Fawn

“There is no hope for it.” He shifts to human as he strides forward.

It is considered rude to look at the private places on a shifter who has just transitioned. Yet my eyes have a mind of their own and immediately lower to his cock. I catch only a glimpse of thethick appendage swinging before I find myself upturned over his knees. “Uff!”

His big hand comes down over my ass with a thunderousclap.

“Ouch!” My pants offer little protection.

Spank! Spank!

I twist and try to cover my ass.

“It seems this is the only way to gain your full and undivided attention.” He catches my flailing hands, pins my wrists to the small of my back, and spanks me three more times in swift succession.

“You will not go to the fucking castle.”

Spank! Spank!

“You will pay attention when I am talking to you about important matters such as your safety.

Spank! Spank!

“You will be a good girl for me.”

It stings a great deal—more than I expected. It also makes me feel small, powerless, and cared for.

I struggle, twitch, and twist, trying to avoid his disciplinary hand. He is still talking to me, but my mind drifts once again, taking me down a meandering path where I find great interest in how easily he masters me. I like this very much. Not the spanking, for it has risen from a mild sting to a fiery burn—but the holding and subduing, how much stronger than me Wolf is, how he only does this because he seeks to keep me safe and is truly worried about me when no one else has since my mama passed away.

“You have not answered me, lass.”

Spank! Spank!

Answered? Oh, what did he ask? I peer back, trying to judge what he might have said, but my hair has fallen over my face, so Ihave no cues. Also, he is still spanking me, and it is hard to think of anything at all. “I am sorry!”

His hand stills, settling against my burning flesh, so big it covers both cheeks.

There is a buzzing in my ears. My breathing is more of a choppy pant. My entire focus is on his hand against my ass.

“There, it is over now, lass.” His hand smooths downward, pausing to squeeze my right cheek in a way that feels affectionate.

My pussy clenches. My bottom feels hot and swollen, but so does my pussy. When I squeeze my legs together, I can feel how slippery I am.

Belatedly, I realize that his hand has stilled again—that all of him is still. His fingertips are also very close to my pussy… and something hard is poking into my hip.

He shifts to werebeast. The body beneath me disappears.

I’m falling, spinning.

I land face-up with my ass against his firm, fur-covered thighs. I squeak—my bottomisvery sore.

Blinking, I brush my hair off my face and try to work out what happened and why he shifted back to a beast. This close, I can see flecks of gold in his beautiful blue eyes. He is more mature than me in ways and years, but he is also a wolf shifter and will live longer than an average human. I should not be counting how long we both have to live and share together, but I do.

“I won’t tolerate any mischief. Especially where the castle ruin is concerned.”

“No, Wolf.”

My spanked bottom throbs. My pussy throbs, too. He smells so nice—I’m getting squirmy and struggling to concentrate again.

His sigh is heavy like he senses my thoughts drifting again. “You will not enjoy the kind of spanking you receive if you put your safety at risk again.”