Page 71 of Mastered By the Viking King

“You will take ten strikes, and that will teach you not to deny me again. The babe is happy in her crib.”

“And I am happy here with you… oh!” She jolted forward as another resounding spank landed on her rear.

Another quickly followed, then another.

Her flesh wobbled with each slap of his palm, her bottom rounder now. Heat spread over her buttocks and to her cunny. Already, she was getting wet for him, anticipating his cock pushing inside when he’d finished spanking her.

“You are getting red.” He rubbed her cheeks, first one then the other.

“Well, of course I am. You’re…ah!” She gritted her teeth.

Spank.

Spank.

Spank.

“Njal!”

“Are you getting wet, too?” He slipped his fingers between her legs, probing her entrance.

She closed her eyes and bowed her spine, holding in demands for him to get inside her. That would just prolong his teasing, she’d learned from long, hard experience with her husband.

“Aye, you are wet, and ready for me. This is good.” He flattened his palm upon her ass, then raised it and brought it down once more.

She snatched in a breath.

Another hard slap landed, this one harder than the others, and she let out a small cry. “That is ten, Njal. My king, that is ten. I will never deny you again.”

“One more.”

A final, deft swipe of his hand landed upon her sore, burning bottom.

Her skin was damp, her sex trembling.

He removed his pants, tossing them to the floor. “Let me give this cunny what it needs.”

His cockhead was presented to her sex, and at the same time he found her sweet spot with his fingers, rubbing circles around it.

“Oh, aye. That, more—please.”

“Are you begging?”

“If that is what it takes to get you inside me.” She pushed back, trying to impale herself on him.

The action worked. He slipped deep, filling her with his solid length.

She clenched around him, taking him further into her body. This was exactly what she’d needed.

He’d known that. He always did.

“Oh, my king, I want to…”

“And you will.” He half pulled out, then shoved back in.

Quickly, he set up a deep, satisfying rhythm. His fingers were busy, and each time he thrust forward his hips smacked against her tingling ass.

Soon, she was climbing toward the glorious summit of satisfaction. Her cunny was hot and wet, her sweet spot demanding more.

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