Page 60 of Her Celtic Captor

Brynhild slithered and squirmed and rolled about on his lap but Taranc held her firm, his free hand holding her wrists together against her back, and his leg slung across hers to ensure she did not roll off his knee in her agitation. He watched as she clenched and squeezed and fought to escape the burning from within which by now must be excruciating, and all the while he continued to drop spank after spank onto her reddened bottom. Only when her squeals had risen to a volume which he feared might attract unwelcome attention from elsewhere in the village and both buttocks had darkened to a rather delicate shade of cerise did he pause.

“It hurts less if you do not clench.”

Brynhild panted and sniffled as she struggled to regain some semblance of control.

“What do you mean? How can I not clench when you, when you are…?”

“Quite, and this is your dilemma. Lie still, and relax your bottom. Does the burning subside?”

A few moments passed, during which he supposed she was testing his assertion.

“Well? Does it?”

“Yes, I suppose so.”

“And now clench, as you were before.”

It took scant seconds for her to begin squealing all over again and wriggling against his hold.

“Oooh, oooh!”

“Settle down.” He waited until she lay reasonably still once more. “So, now you know. If you keep your bottom soft while I continue your spanking, you may be able to manage the ginger. It is worth trying, is it not?”

“How can I stay soft when you are spanking me so hard?”

“And I will spank you harder still. We are nowhere near done yet, but you must have expected that. You have much to atone for, my Viking.”

“I know,“ wailed Brynhild, and he suspected that her gulping sobs were not entirely generated by her current predicament.

“Shall we continue?” He softened his tone and caressed her bottom gently. The heat from her flushed skin warmed his palm as she winced under his touch.

“Yes. Yes,“ she agreed. “Please, I need this to be over.”

Taranc commenced the spanking again, but the smacks were deliberately harder now. For the most part she managed not to clench her buttocks, and he fancied the effort must be worth it as she seemed less agitated, more resigned to her fate. He started to drop slaps on the backs of her thighs too, paying particular attention to the spot where her legs and bottom met. His Viking would not sit in comfort for a while.

Brynhild cried out with each stroke, but her sobs and squeals were muffled as she pressed her face against his legs. It seemed she was no more anxious to attract attention than he was and ready to accept as much punishment as he chose to dole out. Only when she lay still against is thighs though did he slow down and finally halt the relentless onslaught.

Brynhild sobbed quietly. Taranc released her hands and she buried her face in them, weeping as though her heart was quite broken.

“I am sorry, so sorry…” she repeated, again and again, the mantra rolling from her tongue.

Taranc knew it to be true, and it was enough.

“We are done here,“ he murmured. “You may go and lie on the pallet, and tell me when the ginger stops burning which should not be too long now as the effect is short-lived. I will then take it out.”

He half-expected her to demand that he remove the root at once, but she did not. Obedient as a puppy she rose unsteadily to her feet and tottered the few steps across the room to reach their bed where she lowered her self onto it. She lay face down, her punished bottom and thighs glowing in the flickering light of the fire. Taranc could not recall having seen a more beautiful sight. He sought out a lamp and carefully lit the wick, the better to peruse his handiwork.

“Take a few moments, think about what has just happened between us, and about what is to happen next.”

“I… what is to happen now? I thought you said it was over.”

“Your punishment is over, but it does not end there. A severely chastised woman needs to be fucked.”

“I… I believe I might like that, Sir.”

“I am bloody certain you will. I intend to make it my business to ensure that your do. So, the ginger…?”

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