The First Spanker
by LadyWydryn

Rawr rustled in his sleep. The cave was brisk and the chilly air was stirring him from his slumber. He stretched and slipped from beneath the furs to add wood to the fire in the center of the cave. Looking back across the small space, he watched the woman sleeping in the fur-lined nest they had made. Just watching her stirred his urges. He would have thought he’d be sated from the night before. But recalling the evening past, only hardened his desire.

He’d arrived back at the cave after hunting from sunup until nearly sundown. The hunt had been only mildly fruitful, yielding only several small animals, each barely one meal if mixed with greens and fruits. Entering the cave, he’d seen Aiya bent over tending to skins filled with all sorts of gathered things she collected from the woods around them. At first the sight of her rounded form stirred lust in him, but the lust quickly faded as his gaze swept the remainder of the dwelling. Anger clouded his vision and coursed through his veins.

He hadn’t asked much of the woman he’d claimed and brought to his cave. In return for his protection, his skill as a hunter, and the sanctuary of his cave, he’d only asked that she tend the fire, forage the woods around them and keep small animals out of their cave. He didn’t expect her to deal with large animals… but he knew that no animal could share a dwelling with man. Large animals were often seeking shelter just as man did. If you kept the small critters out of the cave, then the larger animals are never enticed into the area. Keeping the small creatures out, meant survival.

The woman was intent on her work with the hides, she didn’t hear him enter. She didn’t see the savage look that came over his features. The fire was nearly out, a simple nest of embers barely glowing in the dark. And resting near the firepit was a wolf pup, snuggled up, warming himself.

Rawr strode over to the woman and greeted her backside with a wallop that momentarily took her off of her feet. While she scrambled to regain her footing, he turned and grabbed the pup on his way out of the cave. He deposited the pup away from the cave entrance and gathered an armload of brush and wood to feed the fire.

Back inside the cave he watched Aiya squatting in the shadows, glaring at him as he coaxed the fire back to life. Her defiance in the face of his anger only fueled his inner fire. He jumped to his feet and strode across the dirt floor to grab the woman’s arm.

Hauling her to her feet once again, he began tearing at the skins she wore. Pulling at the cured hides, he was heedless of the tearing of her careful stitches. The pelts fell from her body onto the floor, some torn, others just fallen from her form. She grasped at the furs, trying to protect herself from him. He would have none of it, she would be naked and vulnerable to him. He would dominate her and she would submit. Her futile resistance made the blood surge in him again. A growl rose unbidden from his throat.

Aiya paused at the sound. He was ferocious and was displaying that fierceness toward her now. She cried out as the beginnings of fear settled into her stomach. He ripped the last of the furs from her body and threw them across the cave.

Rawr hauled her body toward his. He grasped her, holding the curve of her waist, keeping her on her feet but unable to flee. She pulled at him, trying to evade his grasp. He tightened his hold on her and drew back his right arm. His hand descended to meet her bottom with a resounding smack. She shrieked in alarm. Rawr continued to hold her against him, and continued to pound her backside with the flat of his hand.

Aiya stamped her feet, and pranced in place, futilely trying to evade his smacks. Her movement hindered him not in the least, but did cause some of his blows to land on her thighs and hips rather than his target, her bottom.

Rawr continued his punishment of her, dragging her back against him whenever her wiggles moved her out of position. He was a strong man and she had no choice but to be where he put her. Her bottom was coloring rapidly and even in the dim light of the cave Rawr could see the deepening red of her backside. He cared not. Her discomfort was of absolutely no concern to him. He was a furious, raging male animal. She would pay for her neglect and rebellion. He swatted her with renewed strength eliciting screeches of pain and outrage from her.

His hand pounded her bottom, occasionally lifting her off her feet with the force of his blows. She danced frantically, yelping with each and every blow. He was tiring of this. Her refusal to submit to him, even in this, was enraging. He backed up, dragging Aiya with him. His feet touched the mound of logs piled in the dirt.

 Quickly, he lowered himself to sit on the stack of firewood, pulling Aiya with him. She crashed into his lap, losing her balance under his grip. He pushed her body along his leg, seeking a position that would allow him to completely control her movements. Her bottom arched high over his thigh and he quickly locked her there with his other leg. She shrieked with indignation at this new position. Rawr growled at her.

She would submit. He would continue to punish her until she understood that basic foundation of their relationship. She screeched again in response to his growl. He grasped the plaited hair at the back of her head and tugged her upward to look at him. Leaning over her, he growled into her face, dominating her with his voice and look and being. She cowed under his gaze and closed her eyes to avoid his stare. He growled again and swatted her backside.

Aiya’s eyes flew open in alarm. He moved in closer to her, his nose touching hers. She whimpered! under his intensity. He growle d again and returned his attention to her backside. A wallop or two on her bottom caused her to begin kicking in the sand. He growled in frustration. This was still not the submission he demanded from her. Reaching to the floor his hand fell on a small branch from the pile of brush he’d gathered for the fire. Seizing the switch, he brought it crashing down on her tender skin. She screamed at the white hot pain that seared her bottom.

Rawr grinned in satisfaction. Finally he had found something that would convince this stubborn woman of his resolve. He continued switching the stick against her backside relishing the cries that greeted each swat. Aiya’s voice grew hoarse from her howling. She wailed with each blow against her skin. Line after line of fire marked her bottom. Her muscles twitched involuntarily in response to each stripe, but her struggles had ceased with her weariness. She lay her head in the sand and wept.

Rawr continued to thrash her backside with the switch. He accompanied each new spank with a low growl to test her response to his domination. She whimpered and moaned in response to his rumbles and snarls, but did not resist him in any way.

He threw the switch down and resumed his assault on her bottom with his bare hand. This brought low moans and groans from the woman across his legs. He continued, testing her again. He would tolerate nothing short of full submission. He would demand full obedience and respect from her, but for this moment her complete submission would satisfy him.

He stopped his punishment of her bottom and tugged her hair again, bringing her gaze to meet his. She did not resist, but raised her teary eyes to meet his. Her look was pleading and meek, but she did not move or struggle.

He pushed her from his lap onto the sand floor of the cave. She lay just as he left her, all will and strength drained from her. Her cheek sought the cool comfort of the sand, her knees tucked against her to support her.

Rawr raised himself up and knelt behind her. Heedless of her tender skin, he grasped her hips and bottom in his strong hands and pulled her upward to meet him. He pounded her bottom again with his hips, punishing her already raw skin with his body. She moaned and whimpered beneath his assault, but did not resist him. Submission had been won from her. She would allow him to rule her completely.

Afterward, he had lifted her and brushed off the sand from her, and laid her on the pile of furs they used as a bed. She sobbed in relief that her ordeal was finally over. He lay beside her, keeping her warm and allowed her to cry herself to sleep. Later he slept alongside her, sated and satisfied.

And now he’d awoken. And the mere memory of her writhing, twisting body under his hand, and of the primal satisfaction that followed it had roused him beyond the point of returning to sleep. He stalked across the small space between them and seized her arm.

Aiya roused at the rough action. Her backside quickly reminded her of the previous evening and her hard-fought battle against her mate. Her eyelids fluttered open and she stared doe-eyed at Rawr. She dared not attempt even a small show of resistance this morning. She feared the fate she would suffer. Rawr grinned at the submissive posture she assumed and the soft look in her eyes. He knelt in the nest of furs and pulled her to him. Fear sprang into her eyes. Her body was sore and tired. He pushed her onto her back, heedless of the raw skin on her bottom. He lifted her legs to display her bottom and backs of her thighs and to open her to himself. He smiled in satisfaction. Her bottom was a dark bruised color with stripes of livid red crossing it. Her thighs lacked the bruisy shadows, but bore angry welts from his switch.

Quickly and without emotion, he took her again. The wiry hair of his thighs and hips scraped along her scalded thighs causing her to weep afresh. He pounded into her, heedless of her tears. When his thrusting drove her off of the furs and onto the sand, she pushed against him, struggling to return to the less punishing fur against her bottom skin. He greeted her tiny struggle with four quick open handed swats to her thigh. It was enough to quell the spark of resistance. She submitted instantly. Rawr was thrilled with her response. He stroked her hair and gentled himself with her...

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