26: Or humiliation

Alora’s POV

The humiliation burned deep. The fact that Rune, of all people, was spanking me at my big age was beyond degrading.

Even when we were younger, he never stooped to such levels. We fought, we argued, but he never crossed that line. And now, as an adult, with the strength and independence I had built over the years, he dared to do this?

It was infuriating, and the sting on my skin was nothing compared to the sting of my pride.

But what made it all worse, what twisted the knife he had plunged into my dignity, was the undeniable fact that I was wet. So wet that I could feel it dripping down, soaking through the thin fabric of my dress, and onto his trousers.

It was as if my body was no longer my own, responding to his touch, his dominance, in ways I couldn't control.

And then, as if to make it all worse, he slowly, deliberately, dipped his fingers into the wetness between my thighs, gathering it up before spreading it over my ass.

The sensation was maddening, b