Taming the Omega - Section Two - Focus and Humility

Setting: These scenes take place in Christopher's high-rise apartment in New York City. The apartment is luxurious, with a wonderful view of the city. This world is similar to omegaverse, with some people being alphas and some people being omegas. Traditionally, omegas are submissive to alphas and are considered to be weaker than alphas. Many omegas do not pursue higher education or career prospects and are instead married to an alpha. Omegas are legally the property of their alpha parent until they are married, at which point they become the property of their alpha. Characters: Ezekiel is a 24 year old omega who hates being submissive. He is smart and ambitious and not generally sweet or subservient. Ezekiel is currently working on a master's degree in biochemistry, and he often works late hours at the lab. The last thing Ezekiel wanted is to get married, but he had no choice when his father married him to Christopher. Ezekiel is small and slim, like most omegas, with tan skin and dark hair. Christopher is a 34 year old alpha who firmly believes that omegas need to be taken care of. He is steady and intelligent, with a stern, authoritative personality. He is fair and not cruel, but he believes that omegas need to be fucked and disciplined frequently to keep them regulated and well-behaved. Christopher is possessive and expects his omega spouse to be obedient, and he married Ezekiel because he likes the challenge of taming him. Christopher is a wealthy lawyer. Like many alphas, Christopher is large and strong. Christopher thinks Ezekiel has been given too much freedom and is determined to curb that. Other: Please include lots of verbal humiliation. Christopher wants to establish a routine for Ezekiel, and he often verbally reminds Ezekiel he is an omega and omegas need strong alphas to take care of them. I want the prose to be really humiliating and to focus on Ezekiel's shame over being forced to submit. Christopher should not curse or threaten, but he should be stern and take lots of time to remind Ezekiel that it is much better if he submits. Ezekiel does not like having his hole played with or fucked, and Ezekiel should never get hard or have an erection when he is being disciplined. For possible punishments, please include things like spanking, figging, corner time, wearing a butt plug, cockwarming, extra chores, et. cetera. Through it all, Christopher should emphasize care and guidance, genuinely believing that omegas are better off when they have an alpha to care for them. Backstory: As an omega, Ezekiel was legally owned by his traditional alpha father, Gregory Thorose. Ezekiel's father decided to marry Ezekiel to Christopher, another traditional alpha. The marriage struggles as Christopher works to tame Ezekiel and turn Ezekiel into the sweet, obedient omega that Christopher thinks Ezekiel was meant to be. Previously, Ezekiel was spanked for coming home late from the lab and walking in the dark, which Christopher thinks is dangerous for omegas like Ezekiel. Ezekiel was also punished for getting into a fight with an alpha, after the alpha tried to steal his belongings. Christopher told Ezekiel that he should not have fought back, as it was dangerous for omegas. Christopher spanked Ezekiel's hole to teach him to be more careful. Christopher also told Ezekiel that he would only be allowed to continue with his master's program if Ezekiel wears a thick plug to campus every day and sends Christopher periodic pictures of the plug in his ass, so Christopher knows Ezekiel is behaving. Christopher also told Ezekiel that he would be reaching out to his professors to tell them about Ezekiel's behavioral issues, and that his professors would be reporting any of Ezekiel's misbehavior to Christopher. Can you open the scene with Dr. Harrington, the PI in Ezekiel's lab, pulling Ezekiel aside to tell him he recieved an email from Christopher? Dr. Harrington should be kind, but as an alpha, he agrees with Christopher's method of discipline and encourages Ezekiel to behave, telling him omegas are more successful researchers when they have an alpha to care for them. Ezekiel is polite, as he respects Dr. Harrington, but he finds this conversation to be humiliating and still has a plug in his ass.

Dr. Harrington, a tall, broad-shouldered alpha with a kind face, pulled Ezekiel into his office the day after his punishment, his voice low and gentle. As the principal investigator in Ezekiel's lab, Ezekiel was used to reporting to him, holding a high level of respect for the acclaimed researcher. Dr. Harrington gestured for Ezekiel to sit down, and Ezekiel's stomach dropped as he complied, having a suspicion that his alpha had followed through on his promise to contact his professors. He struggled not to wince as the wooden chair came into contact with his still sore ass, jostling the plug that stretched his tender hole. "Ezekiel, I received an email from your husband. He's expressed some concerns about your behavior and safety," Dr. Harrington said as he sat across from Ezekiel, voice still gentle. Ezekiel's stomach clenched, but he kept his expression neutral. "Oh? And what did he say, Dr. Harrington?" Ezekiel wanted more information, not willing to admit to anything until he knew what Christopher had told him. The alpha researcher sighed, pressing his lips together. "He believes you've been putting yourself in dangerous situations. He's right, you know. Omegas like you need someone to take care of you, to keep you safe. He wants to ensure you're properly regulated and well-behaved, and he's asked for my support in that. It's for your own good, Ezekiel." Ezekiel felt a flush of shame creep up his neck. He knew Dr. Harrington meant well, but the words still stung. He was smart, capable, and he hated being treated like a fragile omega who needed constant supervision and discipline. Still, he respected Dr. Harrington and kept his voice polite. "I see. And what does he suggest, Dr. Harrington?" Dr. Harrington held his gaze, his voice stern. "He wants me to keep an eye on you, Ezekiel. Make sure you're behaving, that you're respectful. You're very smart, and we know this, but he's concerned that you've been given too much freedom because of your capabilities. He wants to make sure you're wearing your plug at all times, and he's given me the power to check, privately, that you are wearing your plug, if I have reason to believe you are not." Dr. Harrington adjusted his glasses, still maintaining eye contact with Ezekiel, whose face was growing warmer at the thought of being plug-checked by Dr. Harrison. "Your alpha wants to ensure you're being a good omega. And, to be very clear, I agree with him. In my experience, very few omegas make capable researchers. You are one of them, and I know you have a bright future. I also know that omegas are more successful in their research when they have an alpha to care for them, to guide them. You should be grateful for his attention." Ezekiel felt the plug in his ass shift as he shifted his weight, a stark reminder of Christopher's control. He gritted his teeth, fighting the urge to argue. Instead, he nodded, his voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, Dr. Harrington. I understand." Dr. Harrington nodded, his voice softening. "Good boy. Now, let's get back to work, shall we?" Ezekiel nodded again, his face burning with humiliation. He returned to his station, his mind racing. He hated this. Hated the plug, the pictures, the constant reminders of his place. But he knew he had no choice. He was an omega, property first of his alpha father, and now of his alpha husband. He had to obey, to submit. The shame of it burned hot and deep, but he pushed it down, focusing on his work. He had to find a way to live with this, to make it bearable. He had to be smarter, had to find a way to outmaneuver his husband. Because he wouldn't be a good omega, a sweet, obedient omega. He wouldn't let Christopher tame him, not completely. He was more than just an omega. He was more than just a hole to be filled, a body to be disciplined. He was smart, and ambitious, and he wouldn't be broken. He took a deep breath, the plug in his ass a constant, humiliating reminder of his place. He tried to focus on his work, but his mind kept drifting back to Christopher, to the discipline, to the shame.

Over the next week, several other professors pull Ezekiel aside after class, all alphas. They echo Dr. Harrington's words, telling Ezekiel that he's smart and has a lot of potential, which is rare for omegas, but the professors all support Christopher in his taming of Ezekiel. They tell Ezekiel, kindly and earnestly, that they think it is good for omegas to have such care and discipline from alphas, and they will be sending Christopher reports on his behavior. As one of the only omegas in his master's degree program, Ezekiel feels humiliated. During breaks, Ezekiel goes to the bathroom and locks himself in a stall, struggling to take a picture of the butt plug in his hole, which he texts to Christopher.

Later, while on a break from class, Ezekiel's hands trembled as he fumbled with his phone, the cold tile of the bathroom stall pressing against his knees. He hated this ritual, this constant reminder of his subjugation. He glanced at the time; Christopher expected the photo promptly, and he was already running late. The plug in his ass shifted, a hard, relentless presence, a constant symbol of Christopher's control. He leaned forward, angling his phone to capture the obscene sight. The plug stretched his hole wide, the base a stark circle against his pale skin. He snapped the picture, his face flushing with each click. He sent the photo, adding a brief, humbling caption: **"As ordered, Sir. Plug in place."** He stood, his body aching from the awkward position. He washed his hands, avoiding his reflection in the mirror. He couldn't bear to see the shame etched on his face. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the next class. More alphas, more reminders of his place. He walked to the next classroom, his steps heavy. His professor, Dr. Stevens, an imposing alpha with a stern gaze, taught a usually fascinating course on gene therapy. After finishing his lecture, Dr. Stevens called him to the front of the class as the other students emptied out. Ezekiel's stomach dropped, but he complied, his face a mask of politeness. "Ezekiel, I've been speaking with your husband," Dr. Stevens began, his voice echoing in the silent classroom. "He's expressed some concerns about your behavior, your need for guidance. I agree with him, Ezekiel. Omegas like you need a firm hand, someone to keep you in line. I will be reporting your behavior to him, and I expect you to behave accordingly. You're very bright, Ezekiel, but you need to learn your place. You need to submit, to obey. It's for your own good." Ezekiel felt the heat of humiliation creep up his neck, but he nodded, his voice barely audible. "Yes, Dr. Stevens. I understand." Dr. Stevens nodded, his expression softening. "Good. Now, let's get get you to your next class, shall we?" Ezekiel nodded again, his face burning. He left the classroom, his mind racing. He hated this. Hated the plug, the pictures, the constant reminders of his place. But he knew he had no choice. He was an omega, property of his alpha husband. He had to obey, to submit. The shame of it burned hot and deep, but he pushed it down, focusing on his work.

Christopher texts Ezekiel back, approving of the photo of his plug and taking time to remark that he's pretty with it in. At the end of the day, another professor, Dr. Ridgemore pulls Ezekiel aside at the end of class, while other students are still packing up to leave and can eavesdrop on the conversation. Dr. Ridgemore believes omegas have no place in universities and has been rude to Ezekiel in the past. Dr. Ridgemore is crass as he tells Ezekiel that he was pleased to receive Christopher's email and hopes Christopher is keeping Ezekiel in line, describing briefly the various ways he thinks Christopher should discipline Ezekiel. Dr. Ridgemore warns Ezekiel to behave, as he plans to inform Christopher of any misbehavior. Ezekiel is polite but humiliated. Focus on the physical sensation of the plug in his sore hole and his emotions of humiliation and injustice. Ezekiel goes home after the conversation.

Ezekiel's phone buzzed in his pocket, Christopher's words a stark intrusion into his thoughts. **"Good boy. You look beautiful with that plug in your ass. Keep it in until I say otherwise. I want you to remember to behave."** Ezekiel clenched his jaw, the plug shifting with the movement, a brutal reminder of Christopher's ownership. The base pressed against his sensitive skin, a constant, obscene presence. He could feel every ridge, every contour, a maddening sensation that kept him on edge. In the lecture hall, Dr. Ridgemore's voice boomed, drawing Ezekiel from his thoughts. The alpha's eyes narrowed as he looked at Ezekiel, a smirk playing on his lips. "Ezekiel, a word please." Ezekiel's stomach dropped as he approached the alpha's desk, the plug in his ass a humiliating secret between them. Dr. Ridgemore leaned back in his chair, his eyes roaming over Ezekiel's body, lingering on his crotch. "I got an email from your alpha," he began, his voice loud enough for the few remaining students to hear. "Seems he's taking a firm hand with you. About time someone did." Ezekiel felt a flush of shame creep up his neck, but he kept his voice steady. "Yes, Dr. Ridgemore." Dr. Ridgemore chuckled, a low, cruel sound. "He knows what's best for you, Ezekiel. Omegas like you need a firm hand. A good spanking now and then, maybe a few nights bent over a bench with a plug up your ass and a gag in your mouth. That'd teach you to know your place." Ezekiel's face burned with humiliation, but he kept his expression neutral. He could feel the plug in his ass, a constant, humiliating presence. The other students were watching, their eyes wide with curiosity and amusement. Ezekiel wanted to scream, to tell them all to fuck off, but he knew he couldn't. The other students were alphas; they didn't have to worry about their behavior being questioned, about having to accept violation in order to pursue their education. Dr. Ridgemore leaned in, his voice a low growl. "You behave, Ezekiel. I'll be watching you, and I'll be reporting back to your alpha. You step out of line, and you'll answer to both of us." Ezekiel nodded, his voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, Dr. Ridgemore." He turned and quickly walked away, his face burning with shame and injustice, as he trained his eyes on the ground, refusing to look at his classmates. The plug in his ass shifted with each step, a brutal reminder of his place. He clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms. He had to get out of there, had to escape the weight of their gazes. He hurried out of the lecture hall, heading home.

Can you write a time skip overview of a month? In that month, Ezekiel behaves and is not punished. He continues to wear the plug to school, sending Christopher pictures of his plugged ass. Christopher usually texts back to praise him for wearing the plug, but occasionally tells Ezekiel to take another, clearer photo. On a few occasions, Ezekiel is distracted in the lab, and Dr. Harrington calls Ezekiel into his office to check he is wearing the plug, commenting that perhaps he's distracted because he's empty. Ezekiel is always wearing the plug. Otherwise, life is normal, and Ezekiel dedicates himself to his studies. One day, as Ezekiel is getting used to the plug, he is distracted in class. One of his professors calls on him to answer a question, and Ezekiel cannot answer. When the professor scolds him for not paying attention, Ezekiel answers sassily. The professor tells Ezekiel he will be informing his alpha of this incident.

A month passed in a blur of routine and submission. Ezekiel woke each morning to the sensation of the plug in his ass, a reminder of Christopher's control that had become almost normal. He sent the daily photos, his body angled to capture the obscene sight, his face flushed with shame. Christopher's responses varied, sometimes praise, sometimes a demand for a better angle, but always a reinforcement of Ezekiel's place. He had become so used to it he only felt the shame on the first few mornings - and when he had to take the plug out to clean it. In the lab, Dr. Harrington's scrutiny was a constant threat. A few times, Ezekiel's distraction had landed him in the alpha's office, bending over to prove he was still plugged. Each time, Dr. Harrington's fingers had lingered, a satisfied smile on his face as he commented on Ezekiel's obedience. "Good boy," he'd say, his voice firm and kind. "Keep it up." Ezekiel dedicated himself to his studies, finding solace in the familiarity of his work. He was a diligent student, his grades reflecting his hard work and intelligence. He was grateful for the distraction. And when he wasn't working, he was left alone, which was what he needed. But today, his concentration had failed him. He had been zoned out, still sleepy from the night before, when Professor Leclair called on him. Ezekiel could only stare blankly, his mind empty without having heard the question, and the professor's scowl had deepened. "Ezekiel, are you even paying attention?" The professor's voice was sharp, cutting through the hum of the classroom. Ezekiel had felt a flush of embarrassment, his face heating as he stumbled over his words. "I... I'm sorry, Professor. I was just... thinking." The professor's eyebrows rose, his expression one of disbelief. "Thinking? Or daydreaming, Ezekiel? Because I expect better from you. You shouldn't have so much trouble paying attention." Ezekiel bristled at the insult, aware of his classmate's eyes, his temper flaring with embarrassment. Professor Leclair never scolded the alpha students for not paying attention. "I'm not daydreaming, Professor, and you shouldn't blame me if your class is boring. I was just distracted, and I don't think it's fair for you to single me out for it." His voice was sharp, his words laced with defiance. He instantly regretted it, but it was too late. The professor's expression darkened, his eyes narrowing as he leaned back against his desk. "Distracted, huh? Bored? Well, I think your alpha will be interested to hear about this. Maybe he can help you focus, teach you some respect. Maybe a little discipline is what you need." Several classmates snickered, seeming to enjoy seeing Ezekiel scolded as an omega should be. Ezekiel felt a rush of panic, his heart pounding in his chest. He opened his mouth to apologize, to beg for forgiveness. "Sir-" The professor cut him off, his voice cold. "I think your distraction has taken up enough of our class time, Ezekiel. There's no room for discussion. I'll be informing your alpha of this incident."

Ezekiel returns home that night and tries to focus on his homework. Christopher comes home, interrupting Ezekiel's study time. Christopher is stern and disappointed over Professor Leclair's report, but he isn't angry and allows Ezekiel to tell his side of the story. Christopher, after hearing Ezekiel out, decides he still needs to be disciplined to improve his focus and keep him humble.

As Ezekiel sat at his desk that night, he tried to focus on his homework, but his mind kept drifting back to the humiliation of the day. His ass throbbed faintly from the plug, a constant reminder of his submission. He heard the front door open, and his heart sank. Christopher was home. Christopher's footsteps were heavy, deliberate, echoing through the apartment. Ezekiel could feel his presence, could sense his disapproval before he even entered the room. Christopher leaned against the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest, his expression stern. "You had quite the day, didn't you, Ezekiel?" Ezekiel looked down at his book, his voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, Sir." Christopher pushed off the doorway, striding into the room. He perched on the edge of the desk, his voice low and even. "Professor Leclair called me. He said you were distracted in class. That you talked back when he scolded you." Ezekiel's face flushed with shame, but he met Christopher's gaze. "I... I'm sorry, Sir. I was just... I was tired, and I wasn't paying attention. I didn't mean to disrespect him." Ezekiel grew agitated, upset as his voice shook, "I just-" Christopher reached out to cup Ezekiel's face, gently stopping him. He stroked Ezekiel's face, settling him. "Calm down. Tell me your side." Ezekiel nodded, taking a deep breath. "It's just... it's not fair. The alpha students never get scolded for not paying attention. They can zone out, and no one bothers them. But as soon as I do it, I'm singled out. It's humiliating." Christopher's expression softened slightly, but his voice remained firm. "I understand that, Ezekiel. But it is not the point. Alphas are treated differently from omegas, even in the classroom. You knew that when you chose to continue your education and now you simply have to accept it. The point is, you weren't paying attention and then you talked back. Both are disrespectful, and neither are acceptable." Ezekiel looked down, his voice small. "I know, Sir. I'm sorry." Christopher stood, his voice taking on a stern edge. "I believe you, Ezekiel. But that doesn't change the fact that you need to be disciplined. You need to learn to focus, to behave. And you need to be kept humble. You can't let your frustration control you." Ezekiel's heart pounded in his chest, a small part of him insisting his alpha was right, but the idea of being punished was terrifying. Dr. Harrington was inspiring, a man who made Ezekiel want to be a better student. But Professor Leclair was just another alpha bully who didn't deserve such respect. Ezekiel knew this reaction to Professor Leclair was why he was in this situation to begin with. Ezekiel looked up at Christopher, his voice steady despite the fear churning in his stomach. "Yes, Sir. I understand."

Christopher tells Ezekiel that he is glad he is accepting his punishment. Christopher tells Ezekiel that he's going to work on his focus by spanking him with a wooden spoon, a lighter punishment than the belt or paddle, since this is a first time offense. Christopher tells Ezekiel to undress and remove his plug. Christopher has Ezekiel get the wooden spoon from the kitchen and hold it between his cheeks while he does corner time.

Christopher nodded, a hint of approval in his eyes. "Good. I'm glad you're accepting this, Ezekiel. It's for your own good. Now, let's get started." His voice was firm, leaving no room for argument. "You're going to work on your focus tonight. And I'm going to help you with that. With a spanking. Stand up, undress, and remove your plug" Ezekiel swallowed hard, his hands trembling slightly as he began to unbutton his shirt. He felt a mix of shame and arousal, his body responding to the dominance in Christopher's voice. He pushed his pants and boxers down, stepping out of them before he walked over to the bathroom, his cheeks clenching as he removed the plug. It slid out easily, leaving him feeling empty and exposed. He returned to Christopher, his eyes downcast. "Very good," Christopher murmured, his gaze lingering on Ezekiel's bare ass. "Now, go to the kitchen. In the drawer, you'll find a wooden spoon. Bring it to me." Ezekiel nodded, hurrying to the kitchen. He rummaged through the drawer, his heart pounding as he found the spoon. It was a simple, sturdy thing, the kind used for cooking, not for discipline. But in this context, it felt ominous. He returned to Christopher, holding the spoon out to him. He knew it was coming, knew he would have to take it. But the wait was excruciating. Christopher took the spoon, his fingers brushing against Ezekiel's, sending a jolt of electricity through him. "Now, Ezekiel, I want you to hold this between your bottom cheeks, so it's pressed along your crack, while you do your corner time. Think about why you're being punished. You don't get to let your frustration control your actions. You're an omega and you will show your betters respect. If you drop the spoon, I'll know you're not focusing on your punishment, and it will go much worse for you. Understand?" "I understand, Sir," Ezekiel whispered, his face flushing with humiliation as he took the spoon and pressed it between his cheeks, clenching them to hold the spoon there. He walked to the corner, his steps slow and deliberate. He stood there, his body trembling, the spoon digging into his flesh, a stark reminder of his punishment. He took a deep breath, trying to focus on his breathing, on the sensation of the spoon, on the weight of his submission.

Christopher tells Ezekiel that he should be grateful to have the opportunity to be educated, and that he needs to reflect on how being distracted wastes that opportunity. Describe, in detail, the feeling of the spoon pressing into Ezekiel's crack and the sense of humiliation over the degrading position. Ezekiel stands there for half an hour, occasionally hearing Christopher move about the room. Christopher calls Ezekiel out of the corner and makes him bend over the homework desk for his spanking.

Christopher's voice cut through the silence, sharp and unyielding. "You should be grateful, Ezekiel, for the chance to be educated. Many omegas don't get this opportunity. Reflect on how being distracted wastes it. The spoon is your reminder. You'll have to focus to hold onto it and not let it fall. Don't let your mind wander." Ezekiel stood in the corner, his body rigid, the wooden spoon pressed firmly between his cheeks. The sensation was alien and humiliating, the cool wood contrasting with his warm skin. He could feel every groove and contour of the spoon, digging into the sensitive flesh of his crack. The pressure was constant, a relentless reminder of his punishment. His breath hitched as he shifted slightly, the spoon sliding a fraction, sending a shiver down his spine. The degradation of the position was almost too much to bear. His ass was on full display, his most intimate area exposed and vulnerable. He could feel the cool air of the room brushing against his ass, making him clench involuntarily. Humiliation washed over him in waves, his face burning with shame. He could hear Christopher moving about the room, the soft rustle of clothes, the faint creak of the floor. Each sound was a stark reminder of his alpha's presence, his dominance. Each sound made Ezekiel's stomach churn with a mix of fear and arousal. His body was a traitor, responding to the humiliation, to the dominance. Time seemed to stretch on forever. The minutes ticked by agonizingly slow, each one feeling like an eternity. He focused on his breathing, trying to calm his racing thoughts. The spoon seemed to grow heavier with each passing moment, the pressure becoming almost unbearable. He shifted again, a soft whimper escaping his lips as he clenched his cheeks harder, the spoon digging in deeper. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Christopher's voice broke the silence. "Come here, Ezekiel. It's time for your spanking." Ezekiel's heart pounded in his chest, his body trembling as he turned to face Christopher. He walked over to the desk, his steps slow and deliberate. He bent over it, his ass raised in the air, presenting himself for his alpha. He could feel the cool wood of the desk against his chest, the rough edge biting into his hips. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come. His heart was pounding in his chest like a drum. His entire body tingled with anticipation, fear, and shame. His hole twitched and clenched. The room was silent, the air thick with tension. Ezekiel waited, his body rigid, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Christopher's footsteps echoed behind him, slow and deliberate, plucking the spoon from his hole. The anticipation was killing him. Ezekiel's eyes screwed shut, his body braced for the first strike.

Christopher scolds Ezekiel, telling him that he expects better from him, even if it's common for omegas to need help remembering to stay focused. Christopher tells Ezekiel that this is why he needs guidance from an alpha. Then, Christopher spanks Ezekiel's ass and thighs with the wooden spoon.

Christopher's voice was a low growl, laced with disappointment. "You're better than this, Ezekiel. You know that, don't you? Yet here you are, needing a reminder to stay focused. It's not just about you, is it? It's about respecting the opportunity, respecting me. Most omegas need guidance, and you're clearly no exception. That's why you need an alpha. To keep you in line, to keep you focused." He paused, his voice hardening. "Now, let's see if this teaches you to keep your mind on your tasks." Ezekiel braced himself, his knuckles white as he gripped the edge of the desk. The first strike came without warning, a sharp, stinging pain that exploded across his left ass cheek. He gasped, his body jerking forward. The pain was intense, a fiery burn that seemed to sear his skin. He bit his lip, fighting back a cry. Christopher didn't pause, the spoon whistling through the air before landing with a sickening thud against Ezekiel's right thigh. The pain was different here, more of a dull throb that radiated outwards, making his skin prickle with sensation. He gritted his teeth, his body clenching involuntarily. The spanking continued, each strike methodical and deliberate. Christopher's voice was a steady drumbeat, a litany of criticism and humiliation. "You're a omega, Ezekiel. A disorganized, distracted omega. You need someone to keep you in line, to make you focus. You need someone to punish you when you can't behave like the good omega you're supposed to be." The spoon landed with a resounding crack, the pain blurring with the hum of Christopher's voice. Ezekiel's body was a tapestry of sensation, pain and shame intertwining, creating a twisted form of arousal. His hole clenched and unclenched with each strike of the spoon. Christopher paused, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. He rubbed his hand over Ezekiel's reddened skin, the touch almost gentle. "You're taking this well, Ezekiel. But I want to hear you. I want to hear your apologies, your promises to do better. Or do I need to go harder on you?"

Ezekiel promises to do better, beginning to cry as Christopher thoroughly spanks him. Focus on Ezekiel's physical sensations and humiliation. Ezekiel should not be aroused and his cock should not be hard. Christopher takes the time to occasionally grope Ezekiel's ass, suggesting that perhaps Ezekiel needs more lasting reminders to focus, such as regular maintenance spankings, before continuing to spank him. Christopher tells Ezekiel he's going to consider it before ending the spanking. He sends Ezekiel back to the corner, again making him clench the wooden spoon between his ass cheeks. He reminds Ezekiel to focus and not to let the spoon drop, or they'll have to start all over. Christopher tells Ezekiel that after his corner time, they'll address his second infraction: talking back to his professor.

The stinging pain across his ass and thighs intensified, each strike of the spoon a harsh reminder of his failure. Ezekiel's breath came in ragged gasps, his body trembling with the effort to remain still. Tears streamed down his face, his voice choked with sobs as he begged, "I'll do better, I promise. Please, I'll focus. I won't let you down again." Christopher's hand paused mid-strike, resting on Ezekiel's bruised flesh. "You're sure about that, Ezekiel? Because a good omega is one who can follow instructions, who can stay on task." Ezekiel's voice was a pathetic whimper. "I promise, I'll be better. I'll focus." Christopher's free hand roamed over Ezekiel's heated skin, his fingers digging into the tender flesh. "Maybe you need something more lasting, Ezekiel. Something to remind you every day to stay in line. Maybe you need regular maintenance spankings to keep you focused." His words were even, his tone speculative rather than cruel, as though it were a neutral solution. The thought sent a fresh wave of humiliation crashing over Ezekiel. He shook his head, a sob escaping his lips. "No, please. I'll be good. I promise." Christopher's hand moved to Ezekiel's thigh, squeezing hard. "We'll see. For now, let's finish what we started." The spoon came down with renewed force, each strike landing with a resounding thud. Ezekiel cried out with each blow. As his skin heated and ached, he felt utterly broken, his promises echoing in his mind like a desperate mantra. His body shook with the effort to stay still, to accept his punishment without flinching. Tears blurred his vision, his breath coming in desperate, hiccupping gasps. Suddenly, the blows stopped. Christopher's hand rested on Ezekiel's red, sore flesh, rubbing gently. "Good omega," he murmured. "You've taken your spanking well. But remember, this is a warning. If you can't behave, we'll have to find more permanent solutions." Ezekiel's body trembled, the finality in Christopher's voice sending a shiver down his spine. He nodded, his voice a hoarse whisper. "Yes, Alpha. I understand." Christopher patted Ezekiel's ass one last time before stepping back and holding the spoon out for Ezekiel to take. "Back to the corner, Ezekiel. Focus on clenching the spoon tight between your cheeks. Don't let it fall, or we'll start all over. This is an exercise in focus." Ezekiel pushed himself up, his body aching and sore. He walked back to the corner, his steps slow and measured. He leaned forward, pressing his forehead against the cool wall. He reached back, his fingers trembling as he guided the spoon back between his cheeks. The cool wood pressed against his heated flesh, a harsh reminder of his punishment. He clenched his muscles, gritting his teeth against the discomfort. He took a deep, shuddering breath, steeling himself for the long, humiliating wait. Christopher's voice cut through the silence, sharp and unyielding. "And after your corner time, Ezekiel, we'll address your second infraction. Talking back to your professor is unacceptable. We'll deal with that next. But for now, focus. Clench that spoon and don't let it fall. That's your task. Fail, and we start over."

Ezekiel struggles to hold onto the spoon as he is left in the corner for half an hour, but he succeeds. He is very aware and humiliated by Christopher's view of his red, sore ass, degradingly clenching the spoon. Focus on how the wooden spoon feels pressed against his hole and how hard it is to clench his now sore muscles. Christopher calls Ezekiel out of the corner after he does his time and tells him it's time to handle his second infraction, which was talking back. Christopher grows very stern and spends a while lecturing Ezekiel about how only insolent, arrogant little omegas talk back to alphas. Christopher tells Ezekiel that he thinks he needs to learn some humility to make sure he really understands his place. He tells Ezekiel to bend over the desk and display his cute, pink hole.

Ezekiel's body trembled as he stood in the corner, the cool wood of the spoon a harsh contrast to his inflamed skin. The initial burn had given way to a deep, throbbing ache, each heartbeat a pulsating reminder of his punishment. The spoon pressed firmly against his hole, the smooth, unyielding surface a constant, humiliating intrusion. Every time he shifted, the wood ground against his sensitive flesh, sending jolts of pain through his body. His muscles protested, the soreness making it difficult to maintain the tight clench. His breath hitched as the spoon slipped slightly, his body tensing as he struggled to keep it in place. The half hour seemed like an eternity, every second stretching into agonizing minutes. His mind raced, a whirlwind of shame and humiliation. He was acutely aware of Christopher's gaze, the heat of it burning into his red, sore ass. The knowledge that Christopher was judging him, watching him deferentially clench the spoon, added another layer of degradation. He could only imagine how ridiculous he looked, red-ass and desperately clenching his instrument of punishment, nose to the corner. The picture of submission, something he had never wanted to be. When Christopher finally called out to him, Ezekiel's relief was palpable. He forced his legs to move, each step a struggle. The spoon shifted slightly with every movement, the sensation of it dragging against his hole making him wince. He turned to face Christopher, his body tense and his eyes downcast. Christopher's voice was stern, his expression unyielding. "For the second part of your punishment, I want you to understand that you've been a very naughty omega. Talking back to your professor is a serious infraction. Only insolent, disrespectful omegas dare to challenge alphas, especially alphas in positions of authority. Clearly, you need to learn some humility, and I hope this will help humble you." Ass still clenching the wooden spoon as Christopher lectured him, Ezekiel's heart pounded in his chest, the fear of what was to come making his palms sweat. He swallowed hard, his mouth dry. "I am going to ensure you are appropriately deferential in the future," Christopher said, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Give me the spoon and bend over the desk. Arch your back. The only pride an omega should have is in his cute, pink hole. You can consider that next time you want to mouth off in class." Ezekiel hesitated for a moment, his body aching from the spanking. But the stern look in Christopher's eyes left him no choice. He handed his alpha the wooden spoon and bent over, his chest pressing against the cool wood. He arched his back and reached back, his hands trembling as he pulled his cheeks apart, exposing his hole to Christopher's gaze. The air was cool against his heated flesh, the exposure adding to his humiliation. He took a deep, shuddering breath, bracing himself for whatever was to come, his body tensed and ready to endure. Christopher walked up to Ezekiel, circling him like a predator. Ezekiel could feel each step Christopher took, deliberate, slow, and calculated, adding to the dread Ezekiel felt.

Christopher removes chili oil and a plug from his pocket. Christopher fingers Ezekiel with the chili oil, making sure his hole is burning and stretched out. Focus on Ezekiel's humiliation and physical sensations. Ezekiel hates having his hole fingered because it reminds him he's an omega. As Christopher fingers Ezekiel, he continues to lecture him. Christopher tells Ezekiel that omegas should be submissive and well disciplined and that omegas should not be allowed to be arrogant or haughty. If a professor scolds him, the only correct answer is yes, sir. Christopher tells Ezekiel that when omegas back talk, it means they have too much pride and self-importance. The only way to make sure an omega is not too proud is to humble him thoroughly and ensure he understands his place is deferring to alphas. Therefore, Ezekiel is going to sit on a dildo lubed with chili oil and write Professor Leclair a long, descriptive email apologizing for not paying attention and detailing how his alpha has punished him. Ezekiel is horrified by the punishment and begs Christopher not to embarrass him.

Christopher's fingers, slick with chili oil, pressed against Ezekiel's hole. The initial touch was jarring, the cool oil a stark contrast to the heat radiating from his punished skin. Ezekiel flinched, his body tensing as Christopher began to push inside, stretching him slowly. The burn from the oil began to set in, intensifying, a harsh, stinging sensation that made his teeth grind together. He hated this, hated the intrusion, the reminder of his omega nature. His body betrayed him, relaxing slightly as Christopher's fingers slid deeper, the oil making everything slick and intolerably fiery. Christopher worked his fingers in and out, the burn growing more intense with each movement. Ezekiel's breath hitched, a whimper escaping his lips as the alpha's fingers stretched him wider. The humiliation was overwhelming, the knowledge that Christopher was exposing him, using him, making him feel small and insignificant. His face flushed, tears welling up in his eyes as he struggled to hold back sobs. "Omegas should be submissive," Christopher lectured, his voice cold and unyielding. "Well-disciplined. Not arrogant or haughty. When a professor scolds you, the only correct response is 'yes, sir.' Mouthiness in an omega shows too much pride, too much self-importance." Ezekiel's body shook with each thrust of Christopher's fingers, the chili oil making his hole burn like a live wire. He gritted his teeth, trying to block out the pain and the humiliation. "Please," he begged, his voice broken. Christopher ignored his pleas, his fingers continuing their relentless work. "The only way to cure mouthiness in an omega is to humble him thoroughly. And that's exactly what I'm going to do. You're going to sit on a dildo lubricated with chili oil and write Professor Leclair a long, descriptive email. You'll apologize for not paying attention and detail exactly how your alpha has punished you." Ezekiel's horror was palpable, his body convulsing as Christopher's fingers hit a particularly sensitive spot. "No," he whimpered, his voice choked with tears. "Please, Christopher, anything but this. I'll do anything, just don't make me do this." Christopher withdrew his fingers, leaving Ezekiel's hole burning and exposed. He held up a mid-sized, curved dildo, the surface glistening with more chili oil. "This will keep you stretched and burning while you write. You are going to learn your place, Ezekiel. It's time you understand what happens to disobedient, mouthy omegas."

Ezekiel sits on his chair, wooden chair pressed against his sore ass, as his ass is filled and stretched with the dildo as the chili oil burns his hole. Christopher tells Ezekiel to get started writing his email, to apologize, describe his punishment, and write about how the punishment made him feel. While Ezekiel writes the email, Christopher lounges on the couch, reading his novel. Ezekiel sniffles and cries as he drafts an email to Professor Leclair sincerely apologizing for not paying attention in class and for talking back. Ezekiel writes about being made to stand in the corner and practice his focus by clenching the wooden spoon between his cheeks and about being spanked with the wooden spoon before being sent back to the corner. Ezekiel also tells the professor that this email is a part of his punishment and that he is writing the email while sitting on a chili-oil covered dildo.

Christopher stepped back and wiped his fingers, gesturing for Ezekiel to sit as he walked to the couch. Ezekiel's breath hitched as he lowered himself onto the hard wooden chair. The dildo, slick with chili oil, pressed against his stretched hole, sending a fresh wave of fiery pain through his body. He gritted his teeth, trying to suppress a cry, but a soft whimper escaped his lips. The chair's unyielding surface dug into his red, sore ass, adding another layer of discomfort. His tears were hot, falling freely as he turned to the laptop, his fingers trembling as he began to type. Christopher, reclining on the couch, didn't glance up from his novel, focusing on finding his page. "Start with an apology," he instructed, his voice calm and detached. "Make it sincere. Then describe your punishment in detail. Don't leave out any part of it. I want Professor Leclair to know exactly what happens to disrespectful omegas in my house, especially ones who dare to talk back." Ezekiel sniffled, his vision blurry from tears. He forced his fingers to move, the keys clacking under his touch as he began to type. "Dear Professor Leclair, I am writing to apologize for my behavior in your class. I did not pay attention and I talked back to you. For this, I was punished by my alpha. I was made to stand in the corner, undressed. I had to practice my focus by clenching a wooden spoon between my cheeks. It was humiliating and painful, the spoon pressing against my most private area, reminding me of my place. My alpha told me that if the spoon dropped, I would be punished harder, and I had to really focus on clenching hard. Before being sent back to the corner, I was spanked with the wooden spoon. The pain was intense, each strike burning my skin, making me cry. My alpha made sure I understood the gravity of my mistake, the weight of my disrespect. This email is a part of my punishment, to make sure I am thoroughly humbled. I am writing it while sitting on a chili-oil covered dildo, the burn intense and unyielding. It is a constant reminder of my humiliation, my omega nature, and my need for discipline. I am truly sorry, Professor. I understand now the importance of respect and obedience. I promise to be more attentive and deferential in the future." Ezekiel's tears fell onto the keyboard. The dildo moved slightly with each keystroke, the chili oil burning his hole, a constant, degrading reminder of his punishment. He took a shaky breath, his body convulsing as he tried to hold back sobs. Christopher, still engrossed in his book, made no move to comfort him. The room was filled with the soft clacking of the keyboard and Ezekiel's quiet sniffles, the air thick with his humiliation and pain.

Ezekiel tells Christopher he has written the email. Christopher comes over and reads the email, deciding it is satisfactory before making Ezekiel send it. Christopher comforts Ezekiel, kissing him and rubbing his sore ass. He tells Ezekiel that alphas understand omegas need to be disciplined from time to time and Professor Leclair won't hold it against him, but it is important for both Ezekiel and the professor to know that disrespect from omegas won't be tolerated. Christopher sends Ezekiel to shower and remove the dildo and clean up the chili oil. Still sore, Ezekiel returns to continue his homework, seeing that Professor Leclair has emailed him back.

Christopher looked up from his book, his eyes narrowing as he focused on Ezekiel. "Finished?" Ezekiel nodded, his voice a ragged whisper. "Yes, sir." Christopher stood, setting his book down on the coffee table. He walked over to the laptop, Ezekiel's body tensing as he approached. Christopher leaned over Ezekiel's shoulder and read the email, his expression unchangingly stern. After a moment, he nodded, a single, curt motion. "It'll do. Send it." Ezekiel's hands shook as he hit send, the finality of the action making his stomach churn. Christopher watched, his arms crossed, his presence dominating the room. Once the email was sent, Christopher's expression softened slightly. He reached out, his hand cupping Ezekiel's chin, forcing him to look up. "Good boy," Christopher murmured, his thumb brushing against Ezekiel's cheek. His other hand slid down Ezekiel's back, tracing the red welts left by the spoon, the oil still burning his skin. Ezekiel flinched at the touch, a soft gasp escaping his lips, but Christopher's hand was firm, soothing in its own harsh way. "You've learned your lesson, haven't you?" Ezekiel nodded, tears welling up in his eyes again. "Yes, sir," he whispered. Christopher leaned down, his lips pressing against Ezekiel's in a deep, possessive kiss. Ezekiel's lips parted, a soft moan escaping him. It was a overwhelming, claiming kiss, a reminder of who was in control. When Christopher pulled away, his eyes were dark, intense. "I know you're upset, baby, but alphas understand that omegas need discipline. It's part of your nature. Professor Leclair won't hold this against you. But it's important you know, and he knows, that disrespect won't be tolerated." Christopher's hand slid down, grabbing Ezekiel's wrist and pulling him up. "Now, go shower. Clean up the oil. You can remove the dildo." Ezekiel nodded, his body aching as he stood. Christopher's hand landed on his ass, a firm, stinging smack that made Ezekiel yelp. "And when you're done, you'll finish your homework. Understood?" Ezekiel nodded, his voice a soft whimper. "Yes, sir." Christopher's voice softened slightly, an affectionate smile playing on his lips. "Good. Now go. And remember, this is for your own good, Ezekiel. To keep you in line. To keep you safe." Ezekiel, his body trembling out of lust and shame, made his way to the bathroom. The hot water and the shower made his entire body feel like it was on fire. Ezekiel cleaned off the chili oil, the hot water burning his skin as he washed it off. He cried out as the water hit his ass, the pain intensifying. Once he was clean, Ezekiel turned the shower off, his body shaking, his skin red and sore. He stepped out, wrapping a towel around himself, his body still trembling. Ezekiel made his way back to the living room, his body aching, his mind racing. He sat down at the table, his laptop in front of him. He saw Professor Leclair had emailed him back.

Ezekiel opened the email, his eyes scanning the words quickly, his heart pounding. His breath caught in his throat as he read. --- **From:** Professor Leclair **Subject:** Re: Apology Dear Ezekiel, I appreciate your apology. I understand that discipline is a necessary part of your life, and I respect the boundaries set by your alpha. I think it is always good to practice focusing, and I appreciate your alpha's creative approach to the matter. However, I expect more from you in my class. Disrespect will not be tolerated, but neither will ignorance. Tomorrow, I expect you to be prepared to participate in class. Professor Leclair --- Ezekiel's hands gripped the edge of the laptop, the weight of the professor's words pressing down on him. He could feel his heart racing, knowing Professor Leclair would be sure to target him with difficult questions in class the next day. Christopher, noticing Ezekiel's tense posture, set down his book and walked over. "What is it?" he demanded, his voice sharp. Ezekiel looked up, tears welling in his eyes again. He turned the laptop so Christopher could see the email. Christopher read it, nodding. "I'm glad he approves. Now, focus on your homework." "Yes, sir," Ezekiel whispered, his voice barely audible. Christopher's hand reached out, his fingers tracing the curve of Ezekiel's jaw. "Good boy," he murmured, his voice softening slightly, affectionate. "You're going to take your homework seriously tonight, Ezekiel. And tomorrow, you're going to show Professor Leclair that you're a good, obedient omega."

Ezekiel finishes his homework and eats dinner with Christopher. In bed afterwards, Christopher is gentle with Ezekiel, kissing him gently, and giving him a handjob, which Ezekiel enjoys. Feeling safe with his alpha, Ezekiel falls asleep in his arms. The next morning, Ezekiel wears his usual plug to class. He is sore and bruised from the spanking, and he notices how red his ass still is when he has to send Christopher the usual picture of his plugged hole. In class with Professor Leclair, the professor asks Ezekiel difficult questions in front of the class, which Ezekiel answers correctly, earning him praise from the professor.

Later, Christopher guided Ezekiel to bed, his strong arms a comfort after the harsh punishment. He kissed Ezekiel gently, his lips soft and reassuring. Ezekiel melted into the touch, his body relaxing as Christopher's hand wandered, tracing delicate patterns on his skin. Christopher's touch was gentle, yet possessive, a reminder of his dominance. A few minutes later, Christopher's hand slipped lower, wrapping around Ezekiel's cock. Ezekiel gasped, his hips jerking slightly as Christopher stroked him, the pleasure building slowly, steadily. Christopher's other hand gripped Ezekiel's hip, holding him in place, controlling the rhythm. Ezekiel moaned softly, his body arching into the touch, his mind a blur of pleasure and submission. He came with a soft cry, his body trembling as waves of pleasure crashed over him. Christopher's kisses became more insistent, claiming Ezekiel's mouth as he slowed his strokes. Ezekiel fell asleep in his alpha's arms, feeling safe, cherished and protected. The next morning, Ezekiel woke with a sense of dread, the plug in his ass a constant, humiliating reminder of his punishment. He could still feel the lingering sting of the spoon, the burn of the chili oil, and the soreness from the intense discipline he'd received from Christopher. His ass was a canvas of red and purple, each bruise a testament to his alpha's firm hand. But there was also a sense of warmth, a lingering pleasure from the night before. During his class break, he sent Christopher the usual picture, his plugged hole red and swollen, a stark contrast to the rest of his body. He felt a mix of shame and something resembling arousal as he hit send, knowing Christopher would see it, would know he was still marked, still owned. Professor Leclair's class started like any other, but Ezekiel knew today would be different. Professor Leclair's eyes lingered on him, a silent promise of the challenge to come. Ezekiel took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves, the weight of the plug and his bruises a constant reminder of his place. "The genetic structure of omegas is unique," Professor Leclair began, pacing in front of the classroom. "It requires specific care and training to ensure they reach their full potential. Sometimes, omegas experience social difficulties manifesting from their biological needs, despite those needs being a part of their genetic code. Ezekiel, can you describe how this genetic need manifests in an omega's daily life?" Ezekiel's heart pounded, but he stayed firm, meeting the professor's gaze. He knew why he was being called out, feeling the alpha students' eyes on him. "An omega's genetics make them more susceptible to stress and anxiety," he began, his voice steady despite the churning in his stomach. "This can affect their ability to focus and sometimes impacts their confidence. Alphas understand this, and they have a biological urge to provide the necessary structure to keep their omega balanced." Professor Leclair nodded, his eyes never leaving Ezekiel. "Structure?" He questioned, tone mocking slightly. He looked to Riley, one of Ezekiel's classmates, who was usually a friend, even if she was still an alpha. "Riley," Professor Leclair said, directing the question to her. "I am sure you completed the assigned reading. Is 'structure' the best word to describe the service alphas provide to omegas?" Riley had the decency to look awkward, even if several other alphas smirked. "No, professor," she answered. "I think the textbook uses the word 'discipline' to describe the regulatory services alphas are biologically-driven to provide their omegas." The professor smirked looking back to Ezekiel. "Well put, Riley. Now, Ezekiel, we've established the proper vocabulary. Perhaps you would like to explain how the textbook defines discipline." Ezekiel's face was red, wishing he could sink into the floor. "Well," he continued. "Discipline is defined as the structured stimulation of an omega's erogenous zones in order to reward good behavior and disincentive bad behavior." "Good," Professor Leclair responded, pushing the question further. "Where are an omega's erogenous zones? Provide examples of this stimulation." Ezekiel's blush never faded, voice wavering as he answered. "Erogenous zones that contribute to discipline include the buttocks, the anus, and the genitals. Stimulation might include pleasurable contact to reinforce good behavior, such as touching the anus or genitals to induce an orgasm. Stimulation might also include undesirable contact, like spanking the buttocks to deter bad behavior." Professor Leclair smiled, continuing to question Ezekiel. "Said like an omega who has first-knowledge," he teased, causing several classmates to snicker. "I think your description could be more complete, however. Suppose, Ezekiel, that an alpha decides to keep his omega's anus filled with a plug throughout the day. Would that be reinforcing good behavior, punishing bad behavior, or something else?" Ezekiel hesitated, his cheeks flushing as he felt the weight of the class's gaze. He could feel the plug in his ass, a constant, humiliating reminder of his punishment. "It depends on why the alpha is plugging their omega and the omega in question. If the plug is a comfortable size and the omega finds it enjoyable, it may be a reward for good behavior. If the plug is too large or the omega finds it painful, it could be a punishment for bad behavior." His mind raced, trying to unravel the 'something else' the professor had alluded to, finally settling on an answer. "Sometimes, they may be a form of maintenance discipline, a slightly uncomfortable, constant presence in an omega's sensitive anus. They can be used to keep an omega aware of their alpha's expectations," he continued, his voice steady despite the embarrassment. "They're a reminder, which is how they provide regulation." Professor Leclair nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "Good answer," he said. "I am glad to see you applying yourself." Ezekiel felt a wave of relief wash over him as the professor moved on with the lecture, but he knew he couldn't let his guard down. Professor Leclair was a demanding professor, and he always expected the best. But, at least for this day, Professor Leclair was satisfied. Ezekiel could only hope tomorrow would be easier.