Little Boy Wolf

punish me daddy

ADDISONS P.O.V

I slept deeply, for the first time in a month, I hadn't been woken up with an orgasm the size of a small earthquake. It was 7 when I finally opened my eyes, the dun was streaming through the ceiling to floor windows, and the curtains had been pulled open earlier, showing a beautiful view of the alphas private gardens, that stretched farther than I could see. I wrapped a small blanket tightly around my shoulders, and walked over to the window in awe.  Suddenly, I felt a tight squeeze of my ass.

"Morning little wolf" he crooned "hungry?" He slapped my asscheeks hard, before taking my hand and leading me to a table that was immaculately laid, each plate carefully set on a green silk mat, next to a tall glass filled with what looked to be a mimosa.

"I thought- I mean you are-" I trailed off abruptly when he brought over cherry waffles, my childhood favourite.

"You what, little one?" He asked, smirking, placing one on my plate. I shook my head, awestruck, barely able to hold my fork. I cautiously took a bite into it

"Mmm" the bite filled my mouth with flavour and then melted away, slipping easily down my throat. He chuckled, as he looked at me, more with curiosity than care, I thought.

"How many people has he thrown away?" The little voice nagged "how many mates just weren't good enough for mr perfect? Be careful, or you'll get hurt. Like you always do" I listened, but I got carried away, listening to my head, I didn't listen to myself.

"How many?" I asked, not really hearing.

"Excuse me?" His face turned a scary shade of thunder, and his tone was heavier than a boulder.

"How many people like me? How many" I asked, this time only catching up to myself after the words fell off the cliff into the chasm between him and I.

"Is that any of your concern little one" it wasn't a question, the heavy hammer of his voice dangled above me like a promise. He leaned over and placed a hand round my neck, not so much as it hurt, but to assert his dominance.

I stated as quiet as a church mouse.

He squeezed my neck a little more. "Answer me pretty wolf" his voice was cold and calculating, A stab wound with no knife.

"No Daddy" I murmered, gazing at the floor.

"That's what I thought." He growled, and released me, sitting back down. I rubbed my neck with the back of my hand.

"Fuck." I thought. "Now I genuinely deserve to be punished."

I looked over at him, but he seemed peaceful, relaxed almost. But he caught me looking, and he grinned.

"Yes baby?" He said, face mock innocent.

"Are-aren't you going to punish me?" I asked hesitantly, pulling my knees up to my naked chest.

"Not unless you want me to" I squirmed. I really really wanted him to.

"Baby? Is that what you want?" I nodded reluctantly, ignoring the internal screams of "you fell for him you sucker" and putting them to the back of my mind. I would worry about that later. He stood, straightened his pale blue button down, and walked into the bathroom, and came out with a towel, perfectly folded over his arm.

"Get on the floor all fours" he snarled, the cold dominating tone rattled through me like a train. I obliged, unable to meet his cold yet firey gaze. He tied the towel around my mouth, mufflimg me. He gripped the ends of the towel tightly, pulling my head upwards. He had a riding crop gripped tightly in his hands.

"Do you know why you are being punished?"
I nodded
"Good boy. Your punishment is 15 swats with this crop. Understood?"
I nodded again.
"One" the thin crop came down hard on my ass, causing me to leap forward, he pulled on the towel hard, gagging me slightly.
"Two" I stayed as still as I could, my ass stinging like a bee.
"Three" it had started to feel alright, the stinging was feeding my arousal, and because I was naked, he could tell.
"Four, Five, Six..." He kept saying the numbers but I didn't hear him, I couldn't see the bed really either, it was hazy, like I was looking at everything through a kaleidoscope. It felt like I was flying and falling all together.