Hello you lovely Saturday Spanking hoppers, welcome to my blog. This week something a bit special, a sneak preview from my soon to be released Viking reverse harem story - working title The Princess and her Viking Harem but I'm pretty sure the publisher will change it.
She was aware of the heat of the flames licking over her skin, and also the heat of Erik’s legs as her knees knocked against his thigh.
“Over you go, woman,” he said.
“You deserve a sound spanking, and well you know it.”
“Not from you.”
“Ja, from me.” He pulled her again, forcing her to stoop.
“Don’t you know who I am?”
“Ingrid Baardsen. A woman who has brought us the most inconvenient bad fortune of being stranded without a longboat and several good warriors down.”
“I am the daughter of King Baardsen of Ravndal, have you not heard of him?”
“No.” Erik paused and narrowed his eyes. “Gunnvar, Tali, what do you say?”
“Never heard of him,” Gunnvar said gruffly.
“No, not me,” Tali added.
“And I’d say a good red ass might remind this new woman of ours not to lie again.” Gunnvar’s voice was every bit as low and rough as Erik’s had been.
She glanced at him. His eyes reflected the flames and he sat forward, elbows on his knees, hands dangling between them as if eager for the show to start.
The show of her having her bottom reddened.
“You can’t do this to me. My father will have your entrails. Leave me be.”
“King Baardsen isn’t here.” Quick as a flash Erik whipped out his arm, encircled her waist and dragged her over his knee.
Suddenly Ingrid’s world turned upside down. She flailed for purchase, managing to grab his leg with one hand and bury her fingers in the sand with the other.
His thick pants were coarse on her naked flesh, scratching over her stomach. “Get off me!”
“Keep still woman, you’ll only make this harder on yourself.” He clamped one hand over her back, while trapping her legs with the other. Ensnaring her to him with all the strength of a wolf’s jaw.
He shifted his knees and she dipped further forward, letting out a gasp as she realized her rump was now the highest part of her body and was offered up and vulnerable. “Erik! I swear I will have you—”
“What? You’ll have me what.” He dragged her closer, so the side of her body molded up against his belly.
“I’ll have you…I’ll have you.” The blood had rushed to her head. Her scalp wound throbbed. She writhed and bucked.
“I mean it. Be still or I’ll have you spanked every day we are here. And Tali and Gunnvar can each have a go at this pale ass. Let’s see how you like it then, three of us reddening your rump.”
“You wouldn’t dare…” She twisted and out of the corner of her eye she spotted Tali. Like Gunnvar he was leaning forward, anticipation etched on his face, his lips slightly parted.
They’d both spank me…happily. Tali and Gunnvar.
“You, I…!” She kicked up her heels, sending a spray of sand up to her ass.
A resounding slap landed across both her buttocks.
She yelped and jerked trying to get away from the pain searing over her skin. But she could go nowhere. Erik had her trapped against him.
“Sweet little ass,” Gunnvar said then chuckled. “Cute when it wobbles.”
Humiliation swarmed over her. She knew what she’d done was wrong, disgraceful even but this…to be spanked over the knee of Jarl Erik with two of the crew watching on…watching on and enjoying her disgrace.
Another biting spank landed on her ass. Again she jolted forward, her body seeming of its own volition trying to escape the punishment.
Her ass was heating, reddening, but so was her face. Warmth bloomed there as she imagined what she looked like to the other two Vikings. Placed over Erik’s lap, like a naughty child, and his hand coming down on her. She didn’t know what was worse, to be slapped or to be watched.
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