Page 37 of The Honor of Being Hers
"We know,” Ryan said, rising and moving toward her.“That’s exactly why this is what you need.”
“Tyler will start,” Ryan said, and Lauren’s eyes widened in shock.
Tyler—gentle, therapeutic Tyler—stood and moved to the center of the room with predatory grace she’d never seen from him before.Gone was the soft-spoken therapist.This was pure Alpha.
“Come here,” he said, his voice carrying an authority that made her knees weak.
“Tyler, I—”
“Now.”The single word cracked like a whip, and she found herself moving before conscious thought kicked in.
He sat on the edge of the coffee table, legs spread, and the look in his hazel eyes was unlike anything she’d ever seen from him.Hard.Uncompromising.
“Take off your jeans,” he ordered.“Panties too.Leave them around your ankles.”
“But—”
“Did I stutter?”His voice was cold and quiet.“You chose not to trust us.Now you face the consequences.Strip.”
Her hands shook as she fumbled with the button of her jeans, shocked by this side of him.The denim slid down her legs, followed by her cotton panties, leaving her exposed and vulnerable.
“Over my lap.Come on now.”
As he positioned her across his thighs, she felt the solid strength of him, the controlled power she’d never fully appreciated.His therapist’s hands weren’t gentle now—they were firm, commanding, holding her exactly where he wanted her.
“You’re going to learn that hiding from us isn’t acceptable,” he said, his palm resting on her bare bottom.“We don’t coddle Omegas who can’t be honest about their feelings.”
The first spank was sharp, authoritative, nothing like the gentle touches she was used to from him.She gasped in shock.
“Count,” he ordered.“And thank me.”
“One—thank you, Tyler,” she whispered, stunned by his transformation.
“Louder.And it’s ‘Sir’ right now.”
“One!Thank you, Sir!”
Tyler’s spanks were methodical, precise, each one building on the last.His professional knowledge of the human body served him well—he knew exactly where to strike for maximum impact, how to build the heat and sting until she was squirming helplessly across his lap.
“This is what happens when you lie to your Alphas,” he said, his voice calm even as his hand painted her bottom pink."When you hide behind anger instead of trusting us with your pain.”
By fifteen, she was crying.By twenty, she was sobbing.And by twenty-five, she felt something else stirring—a shameful heat between her legs that made her gasp with each strike.
“Feel that?”Tyler’s voice held a note of satisfaction.“Your body knows what it needs, even when your mind fights us.”
When he reached thirty, her bottom was on fire, and she was wet with arousal despite the pain, her body’s confused response making her burn with shame.
“Ryan,” Tyler said, his hand rubbing circles over her heated skin.“Your turn.”
Strong hands lifted her, and she found herself over Ryan’s lap on the couch, before she thought to protest, her tender bottom already aching from Tyler’s thorough spanking.
Ryan’s approach was different—the slaps were harder, more demanding.His spanks overlapped the tender spots Tyler had created, drawing fresh sobs from her throat.
“Are you ready to talk to us now?”he asked, pausing mid-spank.
“I—I can’t—”
His hand fell again, sharp and unforgiving.“Wrong answer.”
