Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 32716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
“Everything, Red.”
My hands covered my stomach in a protective gesture. “Everything?” I asked as I tried to swallow past the dryness in my mouth.
“Everything,” he repeated, hands on his hips.
“But, I’ll be…I’ll be…”
“Naked. Yes. Now do as I command.”
Knowing I had no choice, I tearfully worked the buttons of my blouse. I knew if I hesitated, he would probably just rip the fabric off me and they were the only items of clothing I had. With no underthings, I made quick work of it and soon stood bare before him. Using my arms and hands, I tried to cover my breasts and core. I spared a glance at him through my lowered lashes. His bare chest still glistened with sweat from his earlier exertions. The fur kilt covering his hips was raised in front. I trembled knowing what was awakening beneath it. Training his golden eyes on me, he reached above him and tore down a branch from the nearby birch tree. Methodically, he stripped the branch of all its leaves. My mouth fell open when he swiped the thin branch against his own palm. It made a horrible cracking sound.
Using his free hand, he released the furs around his hips. As the pelts fell to the ground, his cock sprang free. His massive rod was thick and long, nestled in black curling hair.
“Please, I’m sorry.”
“You will be. On your knees.”
Choking back a sob, I hesitated.
He cracked the birch rod against his palm and barked, “On your knees.”
I fell to the ground.
“Now, I want you to crawl to me.”
Swallowing my humiliation, I placed one hand forward then slid my knee over the cool damp moss. Keeping my head low, I crawled on the forest floor till I was at Beo’s feet. Pushing my hair from my eyes, I looked up. All I could see was his large shaft as it bobbed between his legs.
Beo leaned down and ruthlessly grabbed my hair. Ignoring my cries, he pulled me forward till my head was between his calves. His legs tightened around my neck.
Terrified, I tried to pull back, but his legs squeezed my throat, cutting off my air. I was forced to relent and stay prone on my knees with my head locked between his legs.
There was no warning.
Only a soft swishing sound.
Then the painful crack of the branch across my bare bottom.
I screamed in shock and pain. Another crack landed across my vulnerable skin.
“Stop! Stop!” I screeched as I clawed at his calves, trying to free my head.
His only response was to apply several more swipes of the switch. Each one exploded like fire across my skin. My knees slipped in the moss and mud as I twisted my hips and kicked my legs. Each time I struggled, he would tighten his legs, cutting off my breath.
Still the punishment did not stop.
My own cries drowned out the warning swoosh of the switch so I had no way of knowing when it would strike my flesh. The moment it did, a thousand hot pinpricks would radiate across my bottom. In my agony, I would clench my cheeks together which only heightened the pain.
“Why are you being punished, Red?”
I could only keen and wail.
Beo struck me several more times, the tip of the branch flicking at the sensitive skin on the backs of my thighs.
“Why are you being punished?” he repeated.
“I was bad. I was bad,” I cried.
My hair was a tangled mess over my eyes and down my shoulders. Locks stuck to my cheeks as they grew wet from my tears. My hands and Beo’s legs were covered in mud from my struggles. I’m sure if I looked, I would see most of my body was covered in dirt.
Everything throbbed and burned. The cool air of the early morning only emphasized the heat radiating off my punished bottom.
After a torturous eternity, his legs opened. I fell to the ground. My tear-streaked cheek rested on the soft moss.
“Get up and crawl over to that log and bend your body over your cloak.”
Each movement of my knees forward stretched the skin of my bottom, bringing a fresh wave of heated pain. Unable to stifle my groans, I moved slowly to do his bidding. When I reached the log, I flung my body over the soft, heavy fabric of my cloak, seeking the warmth and comfort it could provide if only by cushioning me from the harsh bark of the tree.
Through my heavy breathing, I could hear Beo’s heavy footfall behind me. Still, I kept my eyes closed. There was a harsh thud. Looking over my shoulder, I could see his large, powerful form kneeling behind me.
“Your punishment is not over, lass.”
“Please. I’ve learned my lesson,” I whimpered.
“No. I don’t believe you have. But when I’m done with you, I know you will think twice before disobeying one of us again.”