Page 24 of Shared By the Vikings

“Do you accept that your deceit was wrong?” he asked a little breathlessly.

She was panting, her heart thudding and her buttocks sizzling with white-hot fingers of heat.

“Ingrid.” Again there was menace in his voice.

“Ja,” she managed. “I do. Please let me up.” She couldn’t stand the indignity a moment longer. She was a princess, a shield maiden, and yet here she was being spanked by a man who was neither her husband nor her father.

“What do you think, fellow warriors?” Erik said, still smoothing his hand over her smarting ass. With his other hand he held her shoulder-length hair in a tight ponytail, rendering her motionless on his lap.

“I think she is a wild one,” Gunnvar said. “And doesn’t know how to take a spanking she has earned. Seems to me she’s been allowed to get away with bad behavior in the homeland.”

“I agree,” Tali said. “Iron-willed and headstrong, plus her crime did deserve that.”

“And her lack of submission and lack of acceptance of a warranted spanking requires a further punishment?” Erik asked. “Not forgetting she bit my leg.”

“I think her ass is pink enough,” Tali said.

“No,” Gunnvar added quickly. “Pink is not enough, make her red, red enough so we can see it through the darkness.”

“Bastard,” Ingrid snarled, twisting to face him.

He shrugged. “You’re with us now. Get used to it and be glad that you’re here and not the bottom of the ocean. You have to know your place, woman.”

“I will whip your ass morrow, give me a sword, a dagger and I’ll have your...”

Thwack.

“Ouch!” she cried and kicked up her legs.

“Stop complaining,” Erik said. “Anyone who boards a vessel under false pretense must expect this stern punishment.”

“But I... ouch... I have taken it now...leave me be.”

“This is for biting me!”

Erik continued to slap her ass. She didn’t know how much more she could take. It hurt like a hundred bee stings. The heat was flowing from her buttocks to her pussy and up through her core.

She wished for her father, for Raud.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

She ground against Erik’s leg, her breasts squashed flat.

She wished for her mother. Oh, how she’d loved her mother.

Who’d also taken a spanking from time to time—from her husband.

“Get off me, you have no right.”

“I have every right. I am Jarl Erik, you are an imposter.”

“No, please. I am... I can give you silver... back in Ravndal I can—”

“I don’t want your silver.”

“And we aren’t there now.” Tali was by her head. He stroked her damp shoulders. “We’re a long way from home, Ingrid. Here it is our rules, here we obey Jarl Erik, and you obey us.”

“I will not, I... oh, stop, please.”

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