Page 43 of Mastered By the Viking King

Chapter 10

“Njal…” Tove’s stomach flipped at the warning tone of his gravelly voice.

“You were told not to touch that box.” He snapped the curtain shut and stormed into the room.

“The boys, they—”

“The boys are not here.”

“But they were playing, running, then the table was knocked, the box fell, and I had to—”

“You had to do nothing!” he roared.

She startled and gripped the box tighter, her breath catching in her throat.

“You should have left it where it lay.” He snatched the box from her. “I told you I did not want you tarnished by her ill ways.” He dumped the box on the table again.

“I am sorry.”

“Sorrydoes not undo this crime.” He gripped her wrist. “Nothing can undo this crime. You have touched her tainted treasure.”

“Oh… but, Njal.”

He dragged her to the bed, sat in the center, and hauled her over his lap.

Instantly, Tove knew what was to become of her, or rather, what was to become of her poor behind. “Please… no.”

“Aye,” he said, dragging at her pants. “You are going to get a severe spanking. You will feel my hand on your rear over and over again. It will burn as bright as the midday sun in summer.”

Her bottom was exposed. She trembled and clutched the furs all around her. Njal’s lap was hard beneath her belly, her bottom ready for the punishment.

She squeezed her eyes closed and braced for the first spank.

It came, hard, the air stirring a moment before his palm connected with her flesh.

She lurched forward and cried out.

“No.” He pinned her to the bed with his free arm. “There is no escape. You have to learn to do as instructed. I demand your obedience.”

He smacked her again, then again, his big hand covering both buttocks. Pain bloomed upon her skin. Her cunny clenching and releasing, heat flaming through it.

Njal didn’t let up. He spanked her fast, hard, and very thoroughly. The intense sharpness of each collision of his hand against her bottom increased, seeping down the backs of her thighs and up her spine in a sharp, hot wave.

“Please!” she wailed. “No more!”

“You will be spanked until I think you have learned the error of your ways, my queen.” He shortened the time between each spank. The harsh sound of his hand raining down on her bottom rang around the room.

Her eyes watered, her nose ran. She kicked her heels up, catching his hand.

“And that”—he shoved at her feet—“will earn your behind more strikes with my hand.”

She fought the urge to kick and struggle as he continued to punish her poor buttocks. She hadn’t meant to touch the banished queen’s treasures. Why couldn’t he see that?

“So, you will never…”Spank. Spank. Spank.“Disobey me again.”Spank. Spank. Spank.“I will not tolerate it.”

“Oh, my king… I am sorry!”

He stopped slapping her ass, and instead smoothed his warrior-worn palm over it.

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