This Saturday I am sharing a sexy spanking snippet from my new Viking romance (the follow up to The Viking’s Conquest!) In this scene, Aurelie discovers what happens when she deliberately disobeys Anders (you’d think she would have figured this out by now, but anyway…)
I see him smile, and his face descends to my nape. His hot lips press into my neck, caressing the sensitive flesh there, and an unconscious moan escapes my mouth at the heady sensation. And then he is gone, the heat and weight of his body disappearing as quickly as it arrived.
“It is time,” he says, his tone lower than before. “We begin with ten lashes, and we shall see how you fare.”
I nod, trying to muster my mettle from wherever it is hiding. “Yes, My Lofðungr,” I reply, my tone breathy.
The subtle noise the lash creates as it slices through the air is the only warning I receive, and seconds later the cruel impact of the thing lands against my exposed behind. The sound as it lands is loud, cracking through the air like a canon and making my feet leave the rug below them even before the pain registers. The sting is next, and the hurt is intense. In the post-climatic haze of our love-making the last time Anders had used the lash on me, I had quite forgotten just how much the thing hurts, and now I remember it all.
“Ouch!” I call out, unable to contain the burn of the lash.
“Does my lash sting, my sweeting?” he asks, coolly.
I still at his tone, indignation flaring in me, the force of which takes me by surprise. The inner battle between my pride and my contrition as intense as it always was. “Yes,” I snap. “Yes, it does.”
The implement is in the air again and this time it lands against the other side of my bottom, making me jump again as my fists grip tightly to the bed post before me.
“Good,” he muses aloud. “I am pleased to hear it. Whilst you think on the pain, consider also why you come to find yourself in this predicament in the first place.”
He lands the third strike then, catching me off guard, and I draw in a breath. All of my stoicism abandons me at this moment, and tears begin to burn in my eyes.
“Tell me, Aurelie.” His voice is so stern. “Why are you being punished this way?”
The flames at my ass are sear into me with such intensity that I have to take another deep breath before I can even answer him. “I was dis…obedient,” I begin, “and disrespectful.”
I brace myself, waiting for the next strike, but instead I hear his words.
“Go on,” he coaxes. “Why the lash? Why do you deserve the lash?”
I sigh, dropping my head between my outstretched arms as the first large teardrop falls past my nose. “I put myself in danger, My Lofðungr,” I answer him, miserably.
“Yes, you did,” he replies, and all at once the lash cracks against my skin again, making me cry out. “You are my everything,” he hisses from behind me, the angst evident to hear even in his voice. “I cannot lose you, Aurelie. Not. Ever.”
He punctuates the final words with two new strikes to my punished cheeks, and the momentum of them takes my breath away. I let out a low sob, allowing the tears to come now and not caring who hears me.
“Four more, Aurelie,” he tells me, and his tone has softened.
I nod, sniffing back my self-pity as I reply. “Yes, My Lofðungr,” I tell him without lifting my head.
Stay tuned for more news on my domineering Viking!
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6 thoughts on “The price of defiance – #Satspanks”
That is a severe punishment indeed, and he used it once before. Aurelie is being very good to accept the lash, not sure I could be so obedient about it. Great excerpt, Felicity.
Thanks Kathryn – me neither to be honest!
twhat a great snippet Felicity! Very intense 🙂
Thanks Constance! 🙂
Loved this snippet – and I can’t wait for the new release! You do sexy vikings like no one else, Felicity 😉
Thanks so much, Christina! 🙂
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