Page 44 of Stormbinder King
“Are you really so stupid that you would run out into the middle of the forest like this? When you’re a little simpleton who doesn’t know the first fucking thing about where she is or how to get out?”
“I didn’t mean to,” I cried, tears prickling again at the corner of my eyes. “It was an accident.”
Symeon strode up to me.
“You are going to get the thrashing I’ve been promising,” he warned as he grabbed me roughly by the arm.
I began to protest as he dragged me over to the fallen tree.
“Save your crying for Jack. You disobeyed orders to stay out of the forest, and you are going to be punished.”
The Alpha King sat on the fallen tree and pulled me roughly across his lap. I already felt my skirt riding up, and I tried to pull it down, but he slapped my wrist away, making me squeal in pain.
His thighs were hard and unyielding and even though I knew my protective spells must be hurting him, he still ground me down across his lap.
Then he fisted the soft fabric of my skirt in one hand and yanked it up.
One hand landed in my ass in an incredibly painful stinging blow, my thin little panties barely any protection against his massive slap.
I had never been spanked in mylife,and I squealed in distress and rage.
But the king only gripped me by the back of my dress and spanked me again, the blow and the total humiliation of my position across his knees making me shriek in rage.
He didn’t go easy on me, his huge hand landing over and over on my ass.
“How dare you!” I cried.
I tried to squeal, then I tried to scream, but it was no use. The birds in the forest flew away with all the noise I made, but his hand only continued to land on my ass with vicious precision.
His tanned face looked almost bone-white when he finally let me go, the stink of burnt magic almost choking me.
“I hope that hurt you, too!” I cried out in rage, stumbling away.
My ass and thighs ached, each inch of my skin stinging as I rubbed the sore spots resentfully.
But I regretted it almost immediately when he gripped my face with one big hand, the thick muscles standing out in his forearm. I felt the crackling flow of power, and I knew it meant the contact sent shooting pain through his body, but still he tightened his fingers, making my jaw crack in pain.
“Watch this smart little mouth, Andromeda, or I’ll banish you from the Pack. Send you in the forest and see if someone else picks you up before the feral boars do.”
My eyes widened.
“You wouldn’t d-dare. Jack wouldn’t let you!”
“Wouldn’t he?” Symeon asked coldly. “Seems to me like he’d do perfectly fine without you. Plenty of other prettier women to fuck. Now move. I want to be back before dinner.”
Miserably, I obeyed him, turning to follow the King back to the village.
I had desperate thoughts of running away, but every time I tensed to sprint into the forest, Symeon’s massive thick shoulders would tense too, and he would turn around, his harsh face blank and remote.
“Your ass not sore enough?” he asked. “If you run, I’ll make you walk into the village naked, so everyone can see my handprint on that ass.”
“How did you know I was there?” I burst out. “I wish I’ddiedrather than have you save me.”
Symeon’s face told me nothing as he loomed over me, and once again he didn’t answer the question.
“You won’t die unless I say so,” he said flatly.
“But how did you know?” I persisted, even though everything below my waist was on fire with stinging prickly pain.
