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STEINN is now available as an audio book, I'm so excited for this stern, passionate Viking to be unleashed on audio.
Steinn pulled from her, sat back on his heels, and gripped her around the waist. She was so light it took no effort to drag her over his lap, her arse presented up to him.
“Steinn, no...I...”
“It is too late for words.” He landed his palm over her buttocks, twice, hard.
“Ouch!” She kicked upwards, her heels catching his hand.
“Stop kicking or this will go on longer and you will not sit for a sennight.”
“How dare you...ow!”
He’d struck her again, the heat of the contact searing his palm. “No wife should utter another man’s name when having sex,” he said. “And you will learn this lesson now.”
“He is my husband.”
“Was.” A rush of irritation swarmed over him. “He was your husband.” Again he spanked her, harder this time, her flesh rippling with each thwack.
She continued to writhe and cry out, but he didn’t let up. This wife of his needed to keep her sharp, disobedient tongue under control, and if he let her get away with it now, how would they go forward? How would she ever understand they were perfect for each other in this life and the next?
He paused and stroked her arse. The skin was hot and reddened.
She was sobbing, her sweat-laced back trembling as she fisted the fur beneath them.
“Have you learnt your lesson?” he asked.
“Go to Hell.” She pushed onto her elbows and tried to crawl from his grip.
“I guess you haven’t.” He pushed her flat again, her face landing roughly in the bedding. “And we can continue all night until you have learnt your lesson.”
“No, I...ouch!”
Again she kicked her heels while he spanked her. He ignored the hits to his hands. One day he’d teach her to submit properly to discipline, but right now she needed this first lesson in being a Viking wife.
“You have...yourself...to blame...for this.” He’d punctuated each few words with slaps to the tops of her thighs. These had brought new wails of discomfort, and she’d tried to protect herself with her hands.
But she was no match for him, and he continued to punish her, her arse cheeks now flaming scarlet and her no longer tensing after each strike. He knew the pain had layered up; she was just one mass of burning, chaotic soreness.
He paused and caressed her buttocks, enjoying a break for a moment to study her pretty rump.
She was weeping into the bed, not trying to hide her sobs.
“Gladys,” he said, stroking up her back and moving her hair from her ear. “Say you have learnt your lesson and this will end.”
“No.” She pulled her head from his touch.
“But why not? Do you want this pain to continue?” He was confused. Did she enjoy being spanked?
“I won’t be ordered around by you.”
“This is how it is now.”
She twisted to look at him. Her cheeks glowed with tears, and her eyes were puffy. “You are a big bully, Steinn, and I will never call you husband.”
His heart squeezed. Why was she being like this? Why such cruel words after agreeing to marry him and allowing him into her home and bed? “That pains me, Gladys.”
That's one brave woman!
ReplyDeleteI agree with PK. In this case I'm not sure spanking Gladys is giving Steinn the reaction he seeks. This is not a woman who will accept domination without a fight. Not sure how this will end, but I suspect it's Steinn who will learn the lesson this time.
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