Page 126 of Shared By the Vikings

She smiled and stretched, her breasts shifting and dragging on the clamps. Her nipples were almost numb, but there was a lingering heated sting there, which she enjoyed.

“It is time to remove these.” Gunnvar held the left one. “Too long is not good.”

“I agree.” Tali took the other.

Each clip was removed at the same time. The shot of blood to Ingrid’s nipples caused her to groan and writhe. She closed her eyes and cupped her breasts, arching her back and neck. The flame of heat spread into her core and she pressed her legs together, a new wave of desire besieging her. “Ohh...” she moaned. “Please.”

“What do you want, little wolf?”

“Everything you can give me,” she murmured. “All of you. Everything.”

She was being kissed, firmly, and with edgy passion.

She opened her eyes.

Erik.

“Did you ask permission to remove your hair?” he said against her lips.

“Did I need to?”

“You are ours, your body is ours,” he said, his mouth on hers, his breath filling her senses. “Ja, you need to.”

“I wanted to surprise you.”

“Do I like surprises?” He slid his forearm beneath the hollow of her back.

“I hoped you would like this one.”

He smiled, again his lips curling on hers. “I do, but you should have asked one of us before you acted.”

Suddenly she was flipped onto her stomach. Her delicate breasts squashed against the bedding as did her cheek. She propped onto her elbows. “Erik!”

“You will be disciplined for what you have done.” He pulled her to the end of the straw-filled mattress, so her feet were hanging over it.

Raud chuckled. “Really, Jarl Erik?”

“Ja, really.” Erik hoisted her abdomen upward, so her butt rose high. “So she knows to ask another time. What if we had not liked it?”

“But you do?” she said.

“Ja, we do.” He laughed suddenly. “We also like your ass red.”

A hard spank landed on her right butt cheek, and then her left.

“Ouch!” She jerked forward but he held her close, her bare skin rubbing against his leather pants.

“Do not squeal and try to escape,” Gunnvar said. “You know Erik is right. You should have asked one of your husbands.”

“I didn’t think... oh!” Another hard slap, then another and another.

Erik was pinking her ass fast with deft strokes of his palm.

There was no point trying to escape. He wanted her spanked and reminded of who she belonged to, and so that was exactly what would happen.

She flexed her toes and closed her eyes. She buried her head in the covers and gripped the woolen fibers in her fist.

As the stern spanking continued, she imagined what she must look like to Raud, Gunnvar, and Tali all standing at the end of the bed, no doubt still sipping their mead.

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