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when you see the fingers coming to tickle you or the shivery crawl up your neck when you know something scary is gaining on you…

Kaila stiffened, stomach muscles jumping. She tried to relax, figuring the stress of

anticipation was worse than the actual ordeal would be. Pavel wouldn’t harm her…

“Start counting.”

“One!”

Ten strokes in, she was glad she’d used the word, harm, because he sure as hell was

hurting her! Kaila squirmed, kicking up her legs as the eleventh blow landed on her left cheek, desperate to get away. Fire raced up her spine and she bucked on his lap, embarrassed at the frantic cries and pleas tumbling from her mouth. At least she hadn’t vocalized her distress before the fifth swat and earned more of the same. She didn’t know how she would stand these thirty-five, let alone any extra.

“Please, Pavel let me go! I promise I won’t ever do it again!” Kaila wailed, not even sure what she was promising, only wanting the spanking to end. She counted fast and he kept up, scattering a flurry of swift, hard blows over her hot flesh, making sure every inch of skin from below the tender fold under her full cheeks to the soft, vulnerable area at the top of her deep crease felt the heat. She screamed out, “…eighteen!” and the ordeal abruptly halted.

Breathing hard, fighting sobs, she tried to catch her breath as she gathered the will to begin counting again, dreading the moment Pavel would begin all over. Heart pounding, her entire body trembling, Kaila’s hands curled around his muscular legs, palms barely

registering the coarse hair dusting the firm calves.

“Wait, Kaila. Don’t count yet.”

Firm hands, cool against the throbbing heat awakened by his blows, roved over her

buttocks and back. The soft massage brought blessed relief to her stinging cheeks and Kaila crooned under her breath, shifting languidly. Gradually, her body relaxed under his gentle ministrations, the tips of her breasts pressing against Pavel’s hair-covered thighs. A lump formed under her tummy, growing harder and firmer the longer she lay across his lap. She could barely constrain her grin as she asked, “Did you stop because something came up?”

His warm, lazy chuckle melted things low in her belly, his hands continued to stroke

and skim along the full lines of her body. “Oh, something’s come up, as you say, but that’s not why I stopped.”

She missed his warmth when he lifted his hands. “We’re halfway through, with the

punishment part behind us. Now I’ll teach you to enjoy your spanking.”

She snorted without bothering to lift her head and look at him. “Not likely.”

That wicked chuckle sounded again. “You have no idea…but you’re about to learn a

much needed lesson about the relationship of pain and pleasure. Sit up.”

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She did, only to find her muscles had gone lax under his gentle kneading. She needed

his help to get upright and turned around to face him. His eyes twinkled at her, the

mischievous glint making her smile. “What are you planning?”

“For these next seventeen swats, I’m going to put my cock inside you. Every time you

count, you’ll get a swat as well as a thrust. I won’t move, and won’t allow you to move, until you’ve counted. If you want a harder, faster thrust, it will come with a harder, faster swat.”

She thought about it, quickly seeing the deviousness of his plan. “So, unless I ask for it harder and faster, you’ll only give me gentle swats?”

“And gentle strokes. Yes.”

“And when we’re finished counting…?”

“We’re finished. I’ll pull out.”

Surprisingly, she felt her pussy gush at the thought of controlling his thrusts as he spanked her. She faked a pout. “That’s not fair. What if I don’t come?”

He raised that single eyebrow. “I’d suggest you order your swats accordingly.”

Kaila licked her lips, unable to disguise her eagerness. “How are we going to do this?”

Pavel stood her on her feet, scooted to the top of the bed, and then beckoned for her to come to him. He fisted his thick erection at the base and aimed it up -- a long, steely bar of flesh waiting to impale her. “Straddle my lap with your back facing me and ease down on my cock.”

Pulse jumping, Kaila did what he ordered, biting her lip as she lowered herself down

over his rearing staff. As usual, she had some difficulty working his fat blunted head past her tight entry, but she circled her hips, pressing down hard until the bulbous tip popped through and forged its way up her fluttering channel. Her wet sheath engulfed him, intimate muscles clenching and unclenching on the substantial column as she sank all the way down until her coarse pubic curls intermingled with his dense brown bush. Her thighs shook with the pleasure. “Oh damn, Pavel, you feel so good!”

“Up on your knees. Lean forward and put your arms back toward me. I want my cock

just barely inside that tight cunt of yours.”

His voice sounded gruff, and Kaila glanced over her shoulder to find his teeth clenched in a fierce grimace. Sweat stood in great drops on his brow and his eyes glowed with the hot golden color she now knew meant he was close to shifting.

“Do it, Kaila!” His hand came down, administering a sharp slap. It stung. She jumped.

“Okay!”

The growl in his voice had her worrying about his self-control. She so didn’t want the wulf to come out and play right now. Kaila leaned forward until she thought she would fall.

Pavel caught her hands before her breasts touched the bedding, pulled her arms back, and shackled her wrists with one large hand. The position was straining, but not truly

uncomfortable.

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She hung from his hands, pussy entrance stretched wide around his cock, butt raised

just right for what he had planned. Kaila felt…excited. She never thought she would, hadn’t figured she was cut out for the kinky side of things, not after the way the first part of her spanking had hurt.

“Are you ready?”

She strained her neck to look around at him. He looked so fierce she wished she hadn’t.

“I guess…”

“Then start counting.”

“One.”

The blow was soft, barely felt, so was the gentle twist of his cock in her pussy. A soft kiss of flesh on flesh, barely there.

“Two?”

The second swat landed in a different spot, but with the same intensity. His palm

rubbed her bottom, petting her. What a letdown. Kaila blew a sigh out her pursed lips. Well, I’ll never get off like this…

“Harder! Three!”

Pavel laughed and swatted her sharply, raising and dropping her on his steel-hard

erection.

Oh, that one stung! But the accompanying thrust was delicious. She craved the feel of his cock burrowing up inside her, grinding against her throbbing clit. Her pulse increased.

Okay, she could handle a bit more.

“Harder! Four, five, six!”

Three swift, pounding swats. Three breath-stealing thrusts. Her ass burned and her

pussy sizzled with what felt like Greek fire, lit up by Pavel’s enormous cock. Nothing but total consummation would put out the flames. She lifted her hips, trying to escape the heat, but her wulf snarled, yanked her back down on his lap by her captured wrists, refusing to let her ease either sore bottom or aching pussy.

Kaila chanced a furtive glance over her shoulder and caught her bottom lip between

her teeth. Pavel was very close to the edge, the animal within him gazing out at her with blazing eyes. Fur flowed heavy along his shoulders and his parted mouth showed the tips of wicked fangs.

“Oh god, oh god,” she panted, driven wild with the need she saw in his face, the same need clawing in her belly, howling through her womb. The pain of her bottom was nothing to the cauldron of acid lust eating her from the inside out.

Kaila leaned forward, rested her forehead on his upraised knee. She scattered kisses

over his hair-covered legs, the only part of him she could reach. “Please, Pavel, please let me come!”

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“Count!”

She tried to work her vagina on him, tried wooing his cock to no avail. His grip was

implacable but gentle on her, heading off her every attempt to circumvent punishment. She pouted. “I don’t want any more spanks.”

“Do you want to come, sweetness?”

“Yes!”

“Do you want to come hard?”

“Oh god, Pavel…yes!”

“Count for me, then. Tell me how many times you want me to fill you with cock, how

hard you want me to give it to you.” He used his free hand to tweak her jutting nipples and she cried out at the lush pleasure threading through the darker veins of pain. “Tell me how loud you want to scream…”

Kaila screamed the words. “Hard! Hard! Hard!”

Tears flooded her eyes. Her nipples felt like bits of hot coal, burning at the tips of her swollen breasts. Between her legs, her sex wept harder than her eyes. Over and over, she clenched and released her muscles on the rigid column of Pavel’s penis.

“Seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve --” She gasped for breath. “-- thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen!”

Impossibly, he kept up with her, hard palm falling in the same rhythm his hips shuttled back and forth between her thighs. Each swat sparked flames in her flesh, lava in her cunt.

Each thrust pushed her closer and closer to the edge, left her dangling over a sharp cliff of erotic danger.

Kaila panted at eleven, breath coming harsh and ragged between her open lips. She

gasped prayers and pleas at thirteen and fourteen.

She’d never climbed so high, never risked falling from such great height. She teetered over the abyss, fear and longing buffeting her heart. If she were to fall and Pavel didn’t catch her…

“Let go, love. Fly for me. Fly with me!”

His hoarse voice in her ear, urging her to trust him was the catalyst, his love her safety net. Kaila leaned back and this time he allowed it. Her neck was boneless, her head lolled on his chest as her hips bounced atop his churning loins. His strength was inhuman, his stamina monumental, and his determination as adamant as his shuttling cock.

She fell into his hands, convulsing through the screaming orgasm that lasted through

swats fifteen, sixteen, and seventeen, secure in the knowledge Pavel would always catch her.

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Raw Meat

Delin had thought this island gig would satisfy him, but he was sick to death of being at the beck and call of spoiled, high-society monkey women. All the clients erroneously

thought they were worthy of being fucked by a wulf when in reality they didn’t deserve to lick his paw.

They were nothing, these human bitches, nothing but primitive apes barely out of the

trees. These women were so stupid, so blind to reality that they let others -- males, mostly with no taste in good woman flesh -- dictate what their bodies should look like. Hell, the only thing these idiots had going for them was their rounded curves and full bodies. Even so, he’d just as soon eat one as fuck her. He hadn’t enjoyed a juicy human haunch in too long, and he planned to rectify that really soon.

* * * * *

The tennis shoes hit her in the chest as she exited the dining hall. Anita jerked back, an unladylike curse coming to her mouth. Of all the trainers on the island, why did she have to get the psycho? She stomped over to a bench and sat down to change her shoes. “That does it.

I’m sick of your abuse, Delin. I’ll have you know I’ve reported your behavior to the director.

I told him you don’t have the right to mistreat me when I’ve done nothing to deserve it and he agreed with me. By tomorrow, you’ll be an unpleasant memory.”

“I’m shaking in my boots. Meanwhile, your fat ass needs to get on the track. You still have three pounds to lose this week.”

Anita stood and placed her fists on her hips. “You know, I’m not going to let you

bother me because tonight is the last time I’ll have to put up with your mean ass.”

Delin laughed under his breath. “Truer words have never been spoken.”

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“She left the dining hall before we did. Said something about her trainer insisting she do her laps and not wanting to do them in the dark.”

“That is one rude, nasty son-of-a-bitch. I’m so glad I didn’t get the short straw and pull him.”

“I hear Anita’s complained to the director. She’s going to have a new trainer come

tomorrow.”

“Good for her! I’d have complained a long time ago.”

“Well, if you see her, tell her I found her bracelet. The clasp must have come off.”

“Just give it to Patricia. They share trainers.”

“I think I’ll hold on to it. There’s no telling whom she’ll end up with and I wouldn’t want it to get lost in the shuffle. Her kids made it for her.”

“Oh, how sweet! It’s a good thing you found it, then.”

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chuckling at his humor. ’Course, she didn’t know she was the butt of his joke. She was the rabbit tonight and tonight, he was going to feast on her.

“You know, I can find my own way home, so why don’t you just fuck off? And cut out

the Alice in Wonderland jokes. My name is Anita!”

“Your name is dinner, stupid bitch!” Delin’s whispered retort didn’t reach the uppity human. He made sure of that. Fading back into the bushes lining the quarter mile track, he kept his head down as he quickly shed his clothes. Hunting was wet, dirty work and he needed his clothes clean for afterwards. He wasn’t ready to leave this cushy job just yet.

Naked now, he allowed his wulf free rein, glorying in the sprouting of fur across his shoulders and down his back, the growth of his snout, ears, and tail. Biting back a

whimpering growl at the visceral ecstasy, he rolled to four feet as he underwent the shifting and rearranging of muscles and bones, sinew and spine all the way down to the molecular level. Shedding his puny skin form, he settled into the powerful, majestic battle form. He regained his footing, fangs descending, claws snicking out to their full, lethal length.