Page 91 of Shared By the Vikings

Raud hesitated.

“If you can’t do it, I will,” Gunnvar said.

“Raudcando it.” Erik pointed at the boatshed. “And in there, while we load our vessel.” He chuckled. “If he does it in our sight, we will be too distracted to complete our tasks and they are important tasks which must be completed with some haste.”

“That is true.” Tali stepped away and reached for the barrel now full of fresh water. “I trust you, my friend, to do your duty.”

“You can trust me.” Raud took Ingrid’s hand. “And you will have your proof.”

Her face reddened as she was marched past Erik, Gunnvar, and Tali. She lowered her gaze as humiliation crept over her flesh. They had decided her fate, her punishment, and her ass was to suffer.

They reached the boatshed.

“Raud, please, I hadn’t gone far from Tali and—”

“Don’t even think of trying to persuade me not to do this, Ingrid.”

“But I—”

“No.” He spun to her. “I have agreed to share you with these men and I have agreed with their way to return home. I am a man of my word, I am also a strong Viking who knows what it means to be a husband and keep a wife safe.”

She stared into the depths of his eyes. He was no longer the boy she’d grown up with. He was a passionate, strong warrior and she belonged to him as much as he belonged to her.

“You will be spanked for your crime. It is up to you how you want to do this, with a fight, or with dignity. I can do both.” He cupped her chin. “Which will it be?” His eyes flashed with challenge.

Ingrid sighed, and with the puff of air, she let her resistance go. She was resigned to this punishment. She had known it was wrong to move from where Tali had told her to stay but had done it anyway.

And he’d been right. There was someone in the grain store. As it happened not someone who posed her any threat, but that hadn’t been known to her when she’d entered the dusty gloom.

Again the skin on her ass cheeks tingled. Soon they’d be hot and smarting.

As Raud led her into the boatshed she wondered how he’d spank her—would he be frantic and stinging, or slow, deep, and hard?

Has he spanked anyone before?

He shut the door, slipping a wooden pole into place to trap them in.

It was gloomy, but after a few seconds Ingrid’s eyes adjusted.

Raud stepped up to the table littered with tools. He set his right forearm on it and swept to the left. Everything on the surface collected in its wake then tumbled and crashed to the floor. “Now,” he said. “Bend over and show me your rump.”

She swallowed, her throat tight and her tongue sticking to the roof of her mouth. They were words she’d never imagined hearing from Raud.

Stepping up to the table, she tried to hold her head high and maintain some self-respect. But it was hard. Knowing she had to have her ass reddened by Raud, her first love, for all the other Vikings to inspect was shameful.

I should have stayed where I was. I should have done as Tali asked.

She stared down at the dusty table as she undid the button on her leather pants. She blinked back a tear, not wanting Raud to see it. It was a tear of regret for her actions, and of embarrassment. Apart from when he’d found her naked that morning—and she’d been quick to cover up—Raud had never seen her ass. They’d kissed and hugged, but never set eyes on the other naked. That moment they’d been saving for when he took her maidenhead.

Which I gave to Erik.

“I’m sorry,” she managed.

“Good.” He’d moved directly behind her. “You should be. How would I feel if I’d lost you the day I’d found you?”

She didn’t answer. She knew how he’d feel if he lost her because she’d lost him once.

“Heartbroken. I love you, Ingrid. With everything that I am. Which is why I’m doing this. So you will learn to obey and with that be safe.”

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