Page 93 of Shared By the Vikings

“Good,” she said, aware of sweat popping on her brow and in her armpits. “Because I can’t help it, that wood hurts and... ouch!”

He’d spread the wood over her ass again. It was so different to a hand spanking her. This was dense and wide and as it flattened her flesh it spread burning fingers deep into her muscles.

He slapped her again with the paddle, then again and again. Ingrid lost count of how many times it made contact with her behind. Tears flowed down her cheeks, tears of annoyance that she wasn’t able to contain them.

She tensed and flexed, bucked against his hold.

But Raud was big and strong and kept her secured to the table as he repeated the action, layering up the hurt and the sting on her ass.

“Oh, oh, no more...” she gasped, twisting.

“I’ll say when.” He struck her again, harder than before.

She yelled and shoved her hands behind herself, covering her ass. Her cheek crunched on the gritty table. “Please, no.”

“Ingrid.” He grasped her wrists, hoisted them to the small of her back and set the paddle on her ass, pressing it into her hot flesh. “Keep still.”

“Oh, but Raud, that must be enough.” She sniffed. “My ass stings so badly it’s as if it’s on fire.”

“Mmm.”

The wood lifted and was replaced by his hand. He smoothed it over her skin.

She groaned; his hand was deliciously cool on her heated buttocks.

“You are hot.”

“Ja, you’ve have punished me enough, my ass will be blood red.”

“I cannot see in this light.”

“I tell you it is.”

Suddenly the paddle clattered to the floor and she found herself pulled upright and spinning to face him.

“Ingrid,” he said, still with one hand on her ass. “You have taken enough of the wood but there is one more thing you must take.”

“What?” She wrapped her hands over his rock-hard shoulders. “Tell me.”

“Me. You must take me.”

His mouth covered hers in a hungry, passionate kiss. He probed his tongue between her lips and searched for hers.

She kissed him back, wrapping her tongue with his as a flood of memories besieged her. They’d kissed so many times, but always knew that was as far as they could take it—just a kiss.

But now.

“We have waited for so long.” He scooped her up and set her butt on the edge of the table.

She winced.

“I’ll make it good for you, the way I always said I would.” He stepped between her legs.

“I know.”

“And it pains me to spank you so hard, but it had to be done.”

“I know. Don’t apologize.”

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