Joy and anticipation

Ever gave a hard nod to Alpha Cyril and stepped back. My father's deep baritone voice was easily heard as he spoke to Sydney, "Your sentence is fifteen. Count each one out loud. Is that understood?"

"Yes," she whimpered.

Fifteen wasn't bad. It shouldn't take too long. I was more than ready to move along to the next step.

My father didn't waste any time. His hand came up, and the paddle came down, the slap against her bare skin resounding loudly in the air. Sydney flinched hard but made no sound other than to gasp, "One!"

As the punishment continued, and swat after swat rained down, Sydney was no longer able to contain her cries of pain. Her chest heaved as she panted hard. The wolves all watched on eagerly, twittering among themselves, pleased with the spectacle. I was a little surprised at their vocalness. They were usually reserved during public punishment, and I wondered what their conversation amongst themselves consisted of. It was hard to hear over the constant slapping of the p