Monday, 30 August 2021
Monday, 23 August 2021
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Saturday, 21 August 2021
Saturday Spankings #satspanks #vikingromance #spanking romance
Greetings, and welcome to Saturday Spankings. Coming soon, MASTERED BY THE VIKING KING, a brand spanking new Viking novel from moi, but to keep you entertained in the meantime, here are a few from my old favorite THE VIKING'S CAPTIVE.
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After her village is raided by Vikings and she is carried off and taken as a slave by one of the marauding Norseman, twenty-one-year-old Duna learns the hard way that her best attempts at defiance will merely earn her a painful, humiliating spanking. More shameful still is the inspection of her naked, helplessly aroused body which follows the strict chastisement.
Though he does not hesitate to punish his new slave's bottom both inside and out when her behaviour warrants it, Halvor cannot deny the effect Duna's innocence and beauty have on him, and before long he has decided to make her his wife and claim her virgin body properly. But when a man from her village tracks her down, will Duna choose to stay by Halvor's side?
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“What are these?” he asked.
“Mushrooms. They are the same as the ones on the Shet Isles.”
He poked one. “No, these are not edible.”
“They are, Master.”
“No.” Damn it, not only were they inedible, they were deadly poisonous. “These are death angels, at least that’s what my mother called them. They will kill a grown man.”
“But—”
“No but, Duna. You should not have picked these, even less put them in a pot to cook as food.” He tipped the pan, scattering the toadstools into the flames.
Duna clasped her hands together. “I’m so sorry.”
“You could have killed us both.” He frowned at her. He blamed himself too, though. She wasn’t a native of this land, how would she have known?
“They look so like the ones we eat back home, that are safe.” There was a shake in her voice.
“You will never collect mushrooms again and cook them without showing me first, do you hear me?”
“Yes, Master.” She blinked rapidly a few times and looked at the floor.
He rammed his hands onto his hips. His heart rate had picked up at the very thought of Duna being poisoned, of dying. If he lost her he didn’t know how he’d carry on. She was his everything, the woman the gods had chosen for him.
“I have disappointed you,” she said.
“I believed your knowledge to be more than it was.”
“I should have checked first. It was foolish of me.” She stepped up to the table and reached for the breadboard. She slid it to the edge, then gathered her skirt up exposing her undergarments.
Halvor’s cock twitched.
“Master, you should ensure I don’t make that mistake again.”
“And how should I do that, woman?”
“Mark my bottom, Master.” As she’d spoken she’d pushed at her clothing, exposing her peachy bare ass cheeks. She tipped forward over the table, so her buttocks were lifted and presented perfectly to him. The breadboard he’d used to spank her on previous occasions was ready for using.
There was a familiar rush of blood to his groin. His wife’s ass, when red, was one of his favorite things to see, touch... kiss.
But he didn’t want the board, not this time.
“It’s a very serious error, Duna.” He reached for the buckle on his belt.
She was facing him, and her eyes widened as he slid it free, folded it in half, and gripped it over the buckle.
“I understand, Master.” There was a slight shake in her voice.
“A serious error, one that nearly cost us our lives, requires twelve lashes with the belt, do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“You may cry out, for this will hurt, as it is intended to.”
She closed her eyes and clenched her ass.
“No, little one, that will make it worse, you know that.” He stroked her bare bottom. Her skin was smooth and warm. He adored the round, pert shape of her buttocks. She relaxed under his touch.
“Now place your hands in the small of your back,” he said.
As her wrists crossed he took hold of them with his left hand, in the right he held his belt. He’d need to keep her in place for this lashing; it would be tough to take.
“Please, Master, I am sorry.”
“You would be more sorry had we eaten poison.”
“I know. Yes. I would be. I would hate myself.”
“You will never forget this lesson.”
“I won’t.”
He was keen to get started, so she’d always remember the near miss, and never forget to show him mushrooms in the future. But equally he knew the perfect white skin of her ass was about to be stained red.
“I’m ready,” she said, her fingers digging into her palms.
“Try and be brave,” he said, then pulled back his arm and swung the belt over her right cheek.
She cried out and lurched forward but he had her held tight.
Quickly he brought down the next lash, over her opposite cheek.
Again she squealed and he had to hold her firm to stop her from scooting off the table. “It’s not drawing blood,” he said. “I would never do that to you.”
“Oh, but it hurts so much.”
“That’s what it’s supposed to do.” He flicked the belt down again, twice, over the first stripes that were already appearing.
“Oh, oh...” she wailed.
“Never again will you attempt to cook us poison.” He held her tighter and thrashed her again, several times. He didn’t put all of his strength into it; that would be too much for his delicate wife to take. He gave her as much as he knew she could handle.
She wailed and sobbed, writhed within his hold, bucking against the table.
The next two strikes had her dancing on her toes and flicking her hips from side to side as if to escape.
He paused before the last four slaps of the belt to allow her to catch her breath. Her ass was red and glowing, she was trembling, and her bottom shook delicately as he admired it. His cock was rock hard and surging against his breeches. He was well used to that now when he delivered a spanking.
“We’re nearly finished,” he said, eager to set down the belt and feel the heat radiating from her ass. “Four more strikes.”
“Yes... Master.”
He gripped her wrists tighter, held the belt firmer, then raised his arm and brought down the strip of leather. He sliced it over first her right then left buttock. Without a break he repeated the action.
Her wail was long and guttural and echoed around the longhouse. He knew she’d never pick the wrong mushrooms again, or attempt to cook them. This was a lesson she’d well and truly learned.
Releasing her wrists momentarily, he quickly used the belt to bind them together, so her hands were trapped in the small of her back. “Stay there, stay still. I have not finished with you.”
“Yes... Master.” She was crying, which she often did during a spanking. Soon he’d comfort her.
Standing behind her, he rested his hands over her buttocks. She gasped and went onto her toes, shifting on the table.
“The belt marks you in a very pleasing way,” he said, tracing over the swollen welts. “Though I dare say sitting down today will not be comfortable.”
“As it shouldn’t be after my mistake.”
“True.” He reached into his breeches, loose without his belt, and tugged his cock free. Wrapping his fist around his shaft, he began to masturbate. “Do not move.”
“I won’t, Master.”
For the love of Odin, his wife’s ass was beautiful. Red and quivering, her cunny lips just visible and sparkling with her moisture.
He worked himself faster and his balls contracted.
“Master,” she gasped.
“Duna.” It was nearly there, his release. He gripped her left cheek with his free hand and squeezed, digging his fingers into her stained flesh.
She shunted up the table and groaned. It was the kind of groan she made when he was buried deep in her cunny and seeking to bring them both pleasure.
He held his breath as his first shot of release coated her right buttock. Letting go of her other cheek, he directed the next pearly rope of pleasure to land on that side. He let out a bellow as wild sensations gripped his body and circulated in his blood.
The final spurt from his cock tip landed on the groove between her ass cheeks.
Halvor was gasping for breath as he slowed the movements on his cock and looked at the sight before him.
Duna’s shivering scarlet ass, coated in his seed was an image that would stay with him for a long time, or at least until he created it again.
He reached for a chair and sat, so his face was level with her ass. “Master.” She made as if to straighten.
“No.” He applied a swift spank to her upper thigh.
“Ouch!” She bucked and the table legs scraped on the floor.
“I didn’t tell you to move.”
“Sorry, Master.” She rested back down.
“My seed should be inside you,” he said, running his fingers over her ass cheeks and gathering the warm liquid.
She didn’t reply, but when he edged down to her entrance and filled her with two wet fingers, she moaned and tugged at her bound wrists. “Widen your legs,” he said.
She did as instructed and he slid deeper.
Her hips curled under, the way they had just before he’d found release, and she groaned. Sly little Celt.
She was grinding her nub on the table, bringing herself pleasure.
Smiling, he withdrew, gathered more of his release and pushed back in; he went knuckle deep this time.
Again she groaned and rolled her hips on the wooden surface.
“You’re enjoying this?”
“Is it part of my punishment?”
“No, Duna, the punishment is over.” He paused and inhaled her sweet aroma, it was getting stronger as he fingered her deeper and with firmer strokes. “And now I would like you to find pleasure, like this, with my hand.”
“Master. I don’t know if I can.”
“I know you can, you’re working your special place on the table.”
“But.”
“You think I can’t see?”
“I... I can’t help it.”
“Don’t try to. Let it take you, the pleasure. I want to watch from here.” He pumped his fingers in and out of her cunny.
“Oh...” She ground her hips harder and moaned.
Halvor smiled and set to his task with a steady determination.
An ass tanned with the belt, then pleasure at his hand, should ensure Duna’s memory about mushrooms would be to his pleasing.
“Halvor. Oh...”
“Aye, let it take you.” Delicious wet noises were coming from her cunny as he worked her. He gripped her ass with his free hand, which was bobbing before him as she built the pressure in her nub.
“Oh, oh... it’s here.” She wailed and bucked.
He added another finger, stretching her, and thrusting the way he would with his cock. She cried out, fighting the belt around her wrists as she arched then bowed her back. With his free hand he brought a swift slap down on her sore ass.
She stilled with her head raised and her limbs seeming to turn to stone, then after a few glorious seconds, she curled forward and there was a gush of wetness from her cunny onto his fingers and into his palm.
“Good girl,” he said. “Stay with it.”
Thursday, 12 August 2021
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What's a girl to do when the guy she falls for is married to another man?
This is exactly what happened to me. Seeing Josh Kendal stroll out of the Mediterranean Sea wearing tight navy swim trunks and looking like a hot new James Bond was a truly delicious moment. Catching sight of his wedding ring was like a kick in the shin and meeting his gorgeous husband, phew, that was enough to make any girl groan at the cruel joke God was playing on her.
But all was not as it seemed, and when Josh needed a woman to sort out a 'delicate predicament' I was the one for the job - heck, what did I have to lose? Certainly not as much as him, literally.
Trouble is, emotions always get tangled, loyalties can't help but be divided and with a night of memories so hot they'd have the devil sweating, there was only one thing for it - it was time to get honest, fight for what I wanted despite society's constraints and open my heart to the people it needed most.
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