Welcome to Saturday Spankings. This week a seriously hot excerpt from my new release SUBMITTING TO THE VIKING WARRIOR.
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.
EXCERPT
Ingrid blew out a breath. Her hands were trembling, so were her knees. The wolf had gone. Certain death no longer imminent. Gunnar had arrived and saved her.
“Gunnar,” she managed shakily.
He lowered his arms and turned. From beneath his hood, he glowered at her.
“Thanks be to Odin,” she said, pressing her hand to her chest over her red cloak.
“Where is yours?” He shook the dagger her way. “Tell me. Now.”
“My what?”
Ingrid knew full well what he was talking about. She gulped, knowing she’d disobeyed but only just realizing she had.
“Don’t act dim-witted, you know what I am saying.” He stepped up to her, slipping his dagger into the sheath at his waist. “Where is your weapon? The one I instructed you to have on your person when coming to tend the animals.”
“My weapon?” She held the basket in front of herself, shield-like.
“Aye, wench, your weapon.” He was right in front of her, staring at her, dark flashes of anger searing over his irises. His voice was low and dangerous, resembling the rumble of rocks before they slid down a mountainside.
“I…I…do not—”
“Have it,” he finished for her. “I can see that.” He swiped at her cloak, parting it so he could see her empty belt.
She lost her grip on the basket. It tumbled to the ground, the milk spilling.
“Did I not make myself clear?” He loomed over her.
Now she knew why the wolf had run, why its courage had deserted it. Gunnar’s roar was loud, his anger tangible, and now its focus was all on her.
“I am sorry,” she said. Had she ever felt so small?
“Sorry!” he shouted. “Sorry, what good would that do when your head had been ripped from your neck, woman? No good at all.” He gritted his teeth, his lips peeling back in a snarl. “You have disobeyed me, to the extent it could have cost you your life.”
“I was going to run, to the barn and—”
“And you never would have made it. That wolf was skinny and hungry, you would have been a good meal, then his pack would have made short work of the livestock.”
He stooped, ducked, and shoved his shoulder against her belly.
The next thing Ingrid knew, she was hoisted upward and plonked over his shoulder. Her legs were high, her head hanging down. “Gunnar! Argh!”
His hand landed hard over her bottom, pinning her in place. “Keep still, woman.” He turned, whistled. “Bo! Get!”
She huffed out air as he took a few large heavy paces to the barn and pulled the door open. “Please, put me down.”
“Bo! Get here, wolf has gone.”
There was a rush of wind and the swoosh of hooves on snow. Bo had made a swift entry into the barn.
Blood rushed to Ingrid’s head. She grabbled to hang on to Gunnar’s cloak, trying to steady herself.
“This eve could have turned in a very different direction.” Gunnar shut the door, locking them into the barn with the animals. “As it is, you’re still going to get a different eve to what you’d thought.”
“But please, I…” Suddenly she was being lowered to the dusty floor, but no sooner had her feet hit it, she was once again being dragged down, over his knee this time, bottom in the air, head low. “Oh!”
“You will feel my hand for this, wench, and you will have learned your lesson by the time I am finished.”
“Oh no, please, Gunnar, I won’t forget the dagger again, I will always have it with me, I—”
“It is only a sore red rump that will ensure your obedience on this matter.” He shoved at her cloak, pushing it up and over her shoulders. “And I can assure you it will be very sore, you’ll nay be sitting for a week once I’m done with you, wench.”
Indignation and humiliation swarmed within Ingrid. She clenched her jaw and kicked her heels up.
“Stop that, wench.” He batted her legs down, her right boot slipping off and to the floor with a whump.
The chickens clucked wildly at the skirmish in their barn, and the ram bleated, long and high-pitched.
“You cannot do this, you…oh!”
He’d pulled her undergarment up, exposing her bare bottom. Cold air washed over her flesh.
“You big brute, you have no right to…” She wriggled with more energy but to no avail. “You can’t…”
“I will do as I wish with you. I am master of this longhouse, master of this farmstead, and master of you.” He scooped her close, trapping her against his solid body. “Now take your punishment with dignity.”
“No, I…argh!” She jolted forward.
He’d swiped his palm over her buttocks, both of them, hard. The sting was instantly burning and the pain deep into her muscle.
She clenched her cheeks and arched her back.
He struck again, the burning pain more extreme because she’d tensed.
“No!” she cried, fisting his pants. “No more.” How could she stand this? He was putting solid Viking muscle into the strikes. His hand so wide he was catching her slender bottom almost entirely with each spank.
“Aye, more,” he growled. He pushed her shoulders so she was upended once again. “Until I believe you to have learned your lesson.”
He spanked her again, and again. The slaps coming swiftly one after another, no break between them.
The sound was shocking as it sliced through the barn. Each spank dragging a squeal from her that added to the noise.
Spank. Spank. Spank.
Heat rushed up her spine and over her scalp. It spread between her legs, to her cunny, dampening her there, then down her inner thighs. With the burn was a swarm of bees, stinging and stinging, layering up the pain.
“Gunnar!” she cried, tears streaming over her face. “Please. Stop.”
To her surprise he did, and he set his work-roughened hand over her buttocks, applying a firm pressure to her sore skin.
“You really do make a festival out of a spanking,” he said a little breathlessly. “You are not making this easy on yourself.”
“Enough now. Leave me be.”
He kind of chuckled, a gruff, low noise in his throat. “And you think it is wise to tell me what to do while you are over my knee with your little bottom right beneath my nose and at my mercy?”
She grunted in frustration and once again tried to free herself. It was no good. In fact, he held her all the tighter.
He smoothed his hand over her cheeks, first the right, then the left, as though examining the results of his punishment on her poor behind.
Her flesh was on fire and super-sensitive.
And then he dipped lower, through the cleft of her buttocks, over her rear hole and to her cunny.
“Oh!” She stilled. She was so wet there, she didn’t know why, and now he was going to know that fact. Embarrassment sent a new wave of heat through her blood, and she clamped her legs together.
But it was no good, his determined fingers buried into her cunny, slipping in easily because of her moisture.
“Oh, Ingrid, you are a disgrace,” he said. “And your body is telling me everything.”
“It tells you naught. Leave me be.” She held her breath as he tunneled deeper, wiggling his fingers into her cunny and stroking there.
The dense filling sent a longing for more through her abdomen, and her bud tingled. She arched her back, tipping her butt to seat her cunny more thoroughly onto him. A low moan escaped her throat.
“You are not supposed to be enjoying this.” He withdrew, and in an instant the spanking had resumed. Even harder and faster than before.
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Yikes! The man is serious, but with good cause. Forgetting her knife could have meant her life had he not happened along. Good thing he decided to keep an eye on her. He was definitely in the right this time. Great snippet, Lily, and congrats on your new release.
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