Welcome to SATURDAY SPANKINGS, this week I have exciting news as I have a sparkly new release - well almost, it's on pre-order - to tell you about.
SUBMITTING TO THE VIKING WARRIOR is a spin-off from MASTERED BY THE VIKING KING and is a spanking historical romance that rockets from the depths of despair in a Nordic winter to a very heated read in all senses of the word HOT.
ABOUT
Alone in her longhouse with a fierce winter ahead, the last thing Ingrid expects is a strapping Viking appearing on her threshold.
Laden with gifts from her daughter and new husband King Njal, Gunnar's arrival is a lifesaver. And now he's delivered the goods, Gunnar can journey back to Halsgrof on his fine horse.
But the wild storm and Gunnar have other ideas. Determined to stay with Ingrid, he settles in for the long dark Nordic months. He's dominant, demanding, stern and strict, and he's there every time Ingrid turns around.
And when he decides she's been disobedient, she soon finds herself tipped upside down, her bottom bared, and a humiliating spanking delivered.Yet she can't help but be drawn to his strength and kindness, and when he shows her just how good a man can make her feel, Ingrid forgets the chill outside and soon heats to volcanic proportions.
SNIPPET
“Now. Go. While there is light.” She pointed at the sun’s weak circlet behind the clouds. “I am ordering you.”
“You’re ordering me.” He folded his arms, his knuckles pressing on his bulging biceps.
“Aye, know your place, Viking.”
His right eyebrow twitched, as did his beard.
She half huffed, half grunted, her frustration growing by the second. Why was he still standing there, half naked and ignoring the bitter cold? Her scalp itched with annoyance, and her cloak was suddenly suffocating.
“Know my place,” he repeated, the muscles between his neck and shoulders tensing. Two sharp triangles of power.
“Your horse is fed and rested,” she said, stepping into the barn. “Time for you to go, I…oh!”
He’d swooped up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. His grip was as strong as any bear as he hoisted her into air, slamming her back against his bare chest.
“Get off me!” she yelled.
“Stop telling me what to do, woman.” He kicked the barn door closed with a bang, much to the shock of the chickens and goats. “I will not tolerate it.”
“It is your place… for me to tell… you what to do.”
“That is where you are wrong. I am a Viking warrior. We are alone here…” He marched toward the chopping block, a thick old stump the height of a chair. “We are alone here for the winter, and that is something that will not surprise either the king or the queen as they sent me off when the winter snow was falling.”
She wriggled against him and tried to peel his arms from her waist. It was no good. His hold was sound and tight. “Put me down.”
“As you wish.”
Suddenly she was on the floor but only upright for a second because then the snowy world turned upside down as she was folded in half, over his bent knee.
She yelped in indignation and her hood skimmed the dust and her belly squashed onto his thigh. “Stop this!” she cried.
“Cry out all you want, there’s naught here to hear you but animals.”
Ingrid pushed and tried to stand. It was no good. His left leg had trapped her there. “You have no right…let me go.”
“It’s obvious, Ingrid, that you have been without a Viking man in your life for too long. You have become insolent, ungrateful, and disrespectful.”
He shoved at her new cloak. It flipped over her head, surrounding her, brushing the floor and wrapping her in red glow. She gripped his pants and continued to try and wriggle free.
“Keep still. I will teach you to control your mouth and accept our fate.” He pushed the center of her back, tipping her farther. “And I will teach you that lesson now.”
“Oh, Freya and all the gods in Valhalla, save me.” Her behind was now the highest point of her body, and she was well and truly imprisoned by his hold on her. She was trapped and vulnerable, at his mercy.
“Without a man to put you over his knee, it’s clear you have lost your ability to obey.” Gunnar yanked at her frayed tunic. “But we will soon fix that.”
“I’ll speak to my daughter about this, and she will have your—”
Slap.
“Oh!” She jerked forward as a heated spank landed over her cheeks, his big hand sending pain and heat sparking through her clothing onto her flesh.
Slap.
She gasped. “How dare you. Get off me.”
“Next time you tell me to know my place.” He rubbed over her pants, the only barrier between his hand and her bare bottom. “You will think twice.”
He didn’t give her time to answer, he spanked her again, then again.
She squealed and cursed and gasped with each hard strike. White-hot burn was streaking over her flesh. Her bottom heating in a way it never had before. Frodo hadn’t spanked her. He never would have, it was not the way of his soul.
She squeezed her eyes closed as Gunnar’s punishment continued, tears dampening her eyelashes. It wasn’t just the pain, it was the indignation. How dare he? How dare he treat her this way? She wasn’t his to punish, she wasn’t his to be in charge of.
He paused with his hand resting on her behind as though he did own it.
She kicked up her heels, catching his leg with the right one. “You cannot do this, you cannot…”
“I am and I can.” He swiped her butt again, swift and sharp.
Great story, Lily! And congrats on your new release. Love the snippet!
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