Page 4 of Mastered By the Viking King

“Bend over,” he said.

Helga hesitated, then tipped forward, exposing the lips of her sex and her asshole.

Aye, this could work.

Njal stepped up behind her and clasped her buttocks. They warmed his palms and his cock swelled some more. “Be still, like this until I tell you to stand.”

“Aye, my king.”

He licked his lips. Perhaps a good hard coupling would shift some of the angst from his body. Rid the tension in his mind. He could do it here and now. An audience wouldn’t concern him. He was the king. A brave warrior king with many needs.

Slipping his fingers to her cunny, he pushed into her wet heat.

“Oh!” She pitched forward.

He clasped her hip with his free hand. “Be still. You are mine.”

“She is not!” a voice to his right said.

“What do you speak of?” Njal glared at the woman who had spoken.

“I have seen her with Bjorn of Dalken many times.”

“What?” Njal turned to Halfdan. “What do you know of this?”

“I know nothing, King Njal. She told me she was unwed.”

“Sheiswed,” the woman said. “I saw it with my own eyes, the celebrations were two Winterfests ago. She is here for power and treasure to share with Bjorn when you are dead.”

Red mist descended over Njal’s vision for the second time that day. Not one but two women trying to deceive him—the first one with success, this one almost.

“Lying wench.” He withdrew his finger and delivered a slap to the round ass in front of him.

Her body jerked but he kept a tight hold of her hip.

“No, please!”

“Are you denying Bjorn is your husband?” Njal demanded to know.

A tremble went up her spine but she did not speak, just continued to stare at the floor.

He spanked her again, harder, and on the other cheek.

She cried out, and the crowd jostled to see the show.

“Take what you have brought upon yourself!” He slapped her again, and again. Each smack of his hand on the orbs of her buttocks relieved a fraction of his frustration. She’d earned this punishment by trying to fool him. Njal was no fool and would not be seen as one.

Red bloomed on her buttocks as he continued with the spanking. If he’d had his flogger within reach he’d have taken that to this traitor amongst them and really striped her ass.

“You see,” he bellowed. “What happens to you who are disloyal, who underestimate me, your king.”

The townsfolk had surrounded him, keen to see Helga’s burning ass. Her glistening cunny and her shaking limbs. They told of regret for her failed plan and of shame and humiliation.

Njal was glad, for that was what he felt too. Shame and humiliation.

“I beg you,” Helga sobbed.

“Begging is futile.” Njal slapped her sore behind with even more sting in the blows. The snap of flesh on flesh rang loud. He was delivering punishment to his unfaithful queen as well as Helga because he’d been unable to stand the sight ofherface after he’d learned of the transgression.

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