“Sif, do you understand why you’re over my knee?” asked Hakon.
Feeling oddly content, Sif answered, “Yes, my Lord.”
“Why, Sif? Tell me,” demanded Hakon.
“You commanded me to stay by your side, and that you would punish me if I disobeyed. I left yourside, and now you’re going to punish me,” said Sif. She knew that she needed this. With chaos threatening, Sif needed the reassurance of clear rules.
“Good girl,” rumbled Hakon. “Iamgoing to punish you. Not from anger but from love.”
Sif’s skin shivered with pleasure at his words.
“Ready?”
“Yes, my Lord.”
Hakon began her spanking, bringing his hand down in a regular rhythm. His hand was firm, and the smacks stung, but somehow it didn’t seem to matter. Sif was getting the spanking she deserved.
Hakon intensified his discipline, both in tempo and force. She squirmed over his lap, not wanting to resist but desiring to escape the pain. Her breathing became shallow and rapid. Even as the pain of the spanking increased, so did Sif’s arousal. Blood was rushing to her most sensitive parts, bringing them into bloom. The force of Hakon’s discipline was mingling pleasure and pain, ramping up both. It was becoming difficult to bear.
“My Lord,” gasped Sif.
“You’ve a lesson to learn, Sif.”
“Yes, my Lord!”
There was no distinguishing between pleasure and pain. Sif could feel tears begin to flow down her cheeks, and suddenly, as if something deep within her had shifted, she felt herself almost melt into Hakon’s lap.
His hand rested on her bare ass, soaking up the heat from her punished flesh. Slowly, soothingly, his hand moved across her skin.
“That’s my good girl,” Hakon rumbled in a low tone. Sif felt mesmerized by his voice and touch.
“My Lord,” she murmured, an undertone of pleading in her voice.
“Yes, my love?”
“I need you…please, my Lord,” said Sif, squirming on Hakon’s lap for entirely different reasons.
Hakon chuckled. “Since you took your spanking like such a good girl…” He lifted Sif from his lap and bent her gently over the fallen tree. She felt cool air on her punished bottom and flushed private parts. Sif moved from one foot to the other, impatient for Hakon to demonstrate his mastery over her.
She bit her lip as Hakon moved her legs apart. She knew what was coming. She was so wet, ripe, and ready for him.
Suddenly, there he was, his thick cock filling her up as Hakon drove to the end of her sheath, and her mind and body exploded in a tumultuous orgasm.
“Oh!” cried Sif, then, “Yes! Goddess, yes!”
Hakon was driving ruthlessly, stretching her walls, slamming into her punished ass. The sting in her bottom mingled with the friction in her pussy, and Sif’s vision blurred as a second orgasm claimed her body. She was losing her sense of self, falling into a fog of sensations, time and space disappearing under the pressure of an ecstaticnow.
Just when she thought that she could travel no farther, Hakon increased his tempo and force, just as earlier he had increased the tempo and force of her spanking.
“Please…please,” she begged. Sif didn’t even know what she was begging for.
Hakon gave one last world-shattering thrust and exploded inside her, sending Sif over the edge one final time. She felt her pussy clamp down on Hakon’s stiff cock, milking him of every last drop of his seed.
Slowly, the forest came back into focus. Sif heard the sounds of birdsong, and the breeze blowing through the leaves. Hakon withdrew from her then gently rearranged her disordered clothing.
She straightened up. Her body felt thoroughly used, in the most delicious ways. Sif turned to face Hakon, leaning a bit unsteadily on the fallen tree, wincing at the sting in her bottom.
“Thank you, Hakon,” she said softly. “That was incredible, and the Goddess knows I needed it.”
