This Sunday, I bring you Maggie Carpenter’s hot historical erotic romance, Her Barbarian Master!
Serenity has just crossed a line. In an attempt to defend her best friend, the free-spirited, flaxen-haired young woman has challenged the leader of the Bathus, a clan of barbarians that live in a castle ruin above her tiny village.
The leader’s son, Killian, decides to chastise her with a sound spanking, and throwing her over his shoulder he carries her away to be punished. Serenity, however, is made of tough stuff. Even with a stinging backside she is unafraid, and yelling her fury she storms off, leaving him stunned and in disbelief.
But when the anger fades, she can’t stop thinking about him.
A short time later a rival clan attacks and they are thrown together. Their smouldering chemistry flames, but in the heat of their blazing passion they uncover a diabolical plot that threatens their lives, and the future of the entire clan.
“Storytelling at its best!” The love story is amazing, dangerous, and full of ups and downs. The humour is laugh out loud funny. A sizzling romance full of danger, sprinkled with humour, and an action-packed plot that will keep you guessing.
Check out this scintillating spanking excerpt:
He stopped, and craning her neck she was able to see him pushing open a tall dark wooden door. He didn’t have to bend down to pass through it, and the room they entered was far grander than any she’d ever imagined. The furniture was made from rough wood, but the room was expansive and boasted a huge bed covered in fur, a wide table with several seats, and a fireplace with furry pelts covering the floor directly in front of it. She was expecting him to sit down and bend her over his lap, and she nervously waited, but he continued to move around the room carrying her over his shoulder, apparently searching for something.
“Can you please put me down?”
She had used her soft, pleading voice, the one that had worked surprisingly well with Bastian, and was always effective with her parents.
“I have yet to punish you.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Hush, you will, ah, there it is.”
He leaned slightly forward, and though her vantage point didn’t allow her to see what he was picking up, a moment later a hard piece of wood was laying against the full width of her bottom.
“What you feel is my punishment paddle. It is what I use to discipline my women, and now it will discipline you. I would advise you not to put your hands behind you. Usually I tie the wrists before putting a woman over my shoulder, but perhaps it is good you’re not bound. You will learn to obey.”
“If you do not do as I tell you, and try to use your hands to cover your backside, the paddle will hit your knuckles. Nothing stops me from swatting once I begin.”
“But, uh, how long will you—?”
“Three turns, beginning now.”
Serenity had no idea what he’d meant by three turns, and she didn’t have time to ask. The paddle abruptly landed with its hot sting, and letting out a loud yelp, it took all her fortitude not to throw her arms behind her and grab her seat. As he stepped forward he spanked her again, and she urgently clutched his shirt. The paddle struck once more, and this time she squirmed in his hold.
“OWWW, please, stop, it hurts.”
He didn’t respond, but continued his slow walk, swinging the paddle with each stride. The rhythm was steady, and though the predictability helped, it did nothing to mitigate the searing heat permeating her backside. Squeezing her eyes shut, she cried loudly with every swat, until at last he stopped.
“That was one turn,” he declared. “You’ll have a moment then I shall resume.”
Opening her eyes, she looked around and discovered he’d stopped where he’d started; a turn was a circle of his room.
“Two more? No, please, no. I can’t bear it.”
“You must. You have no choice, but the second turn I will be using my hand.”
He moved the few steps to the table and set down the paddle, and though she felt a shred of relief, it was short-lived. To her horror he began sliding up her dress.
“NO! Do not bare me, please, no, sir, no.”
“Sir? The wench is learning, but when I punish, you must call me Master.”
“Master, please don’t expose me.”
“Had you not been so rude and difficult, I wouldn’t. You deserve it.”
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