YIKES. Sooo I just realized this has been sitting in my drafts for MONTHS and I somehow f***** up getting it posted. Alas here is part 2 to The Tail of Two Wolves. Again thank you to my very special Stardawn Cabot for putting up with me. ❤
“Hey now,” I warned as I finally moved my hand to her right cheek. “You know better than that. You also know we are far from done.” I then proceeded to light up her right cheek, focusing only on it until she squealed in protest.
Pulling back, I kneaded again, giving her a moment to settle and refocus. A good thirty seconds passed, maybe a full minute before I raised my hand again.
I tried to catch my breath when I felt Wolfie’s hand leave my bottom again. That wasn’t good. I tensed slightly waiting for her hand to fall again. And fall it did. It was hard and stingy and the swats were meshing together to create a molten hot mess of my bottom. My hips squirmed every single swat that landed. The sound reverberated loudly and drowned out my noises of discomfort. Her arm tightened around me as she held me securely in place. She was trying to make a point and using my bottom for the lesson. She squeezed my fingers again in reassurance.
“Owie, Wolf! That hurts.” I swear she smacked harder when I started to squeal in pain. I could only imagine the satisfied look on her face.
“It’s a spanking, it’s supposed to hurt, little girl.”
My body tingled with her quiet scolding. I could only mew as she made the swats impossibly harder and lower. She went to my thighs and started spanking there.
“Wolfie! OW! Not my thighs! Please!!” I kicked and squirmed from the first swat. They hurt so much more. Damn it. “OW!!”
She stopped only a moment, “If you keep kicking we will be getting out the cane and I’ll bend you over the desk.”
Her threat made me tear up. As soon as she was done talking she went back to spanking me as hard as she could with her hand focusing mainly on the thighs.
“You are turning my favorite nice pink color,” she mused as she finally stopped and traced the underside of each cheek.
“Wolfieeeee. It hurts,” I pleaded. And it did. Even her light rubbing touch was slightly uncomfortable.
“Are you going to be a good girl for me or should I keep going?” she questioned while still playing with my bottom.
I gave my naughty little wolf a pat, knowing what she was thinking. She hadn’t near enough attention yet, but I always gave her the chance. She whined a moment, but then kicked her leg. “I’m not a girl, I’m a wolf,” she reiterated.
“I see,” I said, giving her another pat before I reached over and picked up her favorite hairbrush from the nightstand. “Then we need to step this up a bit.”
She groaned and squirmed as I rubbed the cool wood over her bottom, almost as if she was rethinking her choice, but then kicked again. That was my cue. I pulled back the hairbrush and let her have the first pop. It wasn’t hard, but enough to let her know that I wasn’t playing around. She had just asked for more, and more I was willing to give.
I started out slowly, but methodically, as I moved from cheek to cheek in a steady and stingy rhythm. My naughty wolf yipped in protest, but I didn’t let that deter me.
“You like it when I paint your bottom red with this, don’t you?”
“No,” she whined and kicked again.
Pop pop pop, went the brush, definitely making its impression. The pinkened cheeks slowly started to deepen in color as I was making sure my point was well understood. Pop pop pop, I continued the drumming just as her toes echoed my rhythm on the bed quilt.
“Owie,” my brat cried.
Pop pop pop.
“Please,” she begged.
Pop pop pop.
“Okay! Owie!” she finally claimed, her voice rising into that tone in which I knew she was getting close to giving in.
I clung to the bedsheets as the sting in my bottom grew to an almost unbearable level. Damn that brush. Damn my need to be smacked at 3 in the morning. She wasn’t holding back. She now was focusing on the extra sensitive area at the very bottom of my cheeks. It got harder and harder not to fight for her to stop the spanking.
“Owie, Wolfie!” I flexed my toes and she drummed my bottom. I struggled to catch my breath just as my bottom was struggling to not roll off her lap and beg off.
“Wolf! It hurts! Ow ow ow!”
She didn’t respond, but did slow, only to make the swats fuller and I’m not sure how, but stingier too!. The swats seemed to send my entire body into shock and there was not a chance of just relaxing into it! She intended for me to not want or ask for anymore for a few hours at least. Another hot swat fell and I couldn’t help the tears that leaked into out of my eyes,
“Wolfie! I’m sorry! I’m sorry, ma’am!” I was desperate now. My bottom felt like it couldn’t get any sorer. From just below my tailbone to the top quarter of my thighs felt like 100 bees were inside my skin stinging me over and over.
With two more pops, she stopped and sat the brush aside. I felt her hand come and begin to gently rub my hurt bottom. “Are you going to behave and sleep now, little wolf?”
I nodded. “Yes ma’am. Sleep and behave.” I whimpered when she pinched a cheek.
I gave my brat a pinch and then patted the pillow next to me. She smiled and moved to lay with her nose just inches from mine. I couldn’t help giving it a little kiss. “Remember you said you were ready to sleep.”
Her lip tucked into a small pout but she nodded as she shoved her shorts off and kicked them across the room.
“Can I stay?”
“Yes, if you also promise not to steal the covers.”
“I need Luna,” she mumbles, her eyes already closing.
I let out a small sigh and sat up to retrieve her stuffed bear. it had been knocked to the floor during the ruckus. Handing her her bear, I kissed her cheek again. “Night, honey.”
“Night, Wolfie,” she again mumbled. “Forgive?”
“Of course I forgive you. My girl. My wolf. Love you.”
“Love too,” my girl nodded and snuggled into her pillow.
With a small smile and another sigh, I settled back into my side of the bed and tucked into my own pillow. I turned to watch her breathe. She’s quiet now, and still. I think she’s fallen asleep. I watched her for several minutes, my own eyes starting to finally feel heavy again.
“Night, little wolf,” I whisper before finally giving in. I think we’ll both sleep well… well at least for the rest of this night.
The End… for now.
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