Sif nodded. It was true. No matter the reasons, the simple fact was inescapable.
“There must be consequences for disobedience, Sif. That is how the balance is righted once more.”
Still holding his hand, she sat back on her heels and looked up at him. “You are right, my Lord. There must always be consequences.” Sif felt a tingling in her core.
Hakon looked down upon her. “Strip naked, Sif Astridsdottir, and kneel before me once more.”
She quickly did as she was told. Sif told herself that her nipples were pebbled because of the cold air, but she knew it was not true.
Hakon unbuckled his belt, pulling it from around his waist. Sif’s eyes grew wide. She watched as he gripped the buckle then wrapped the leather around his fist until only a portion, the same length as from wrist to elbow, dangled free. Sif’s gaze travelled upwards from the belt to Hakon’s steady stare.
“Serious disobedience means serious consequences, my witch,” he said.
Both nervousness and excitement swirled in her belly. “Yes, my Lord,” she replied.
“Stand a yard from the tent pole,” Hakon ordered. Sif obeyed, facing the central pole holding up the canvas.
“Feet shoulder width apart. Lean forwards and grip the tent pole with both hands. Arch your back.”
Sif obeyed, leaning forwards and arching her back, leaving her naked bottom high in the air, her pussy on display before her master. She could feel the moisture already beginning to gather. She turned to look at Hakon but received a sharp smack on her ass.
“Face the pole,” he commanded.
“Yes, my Lord.”
Sif swallowed and faced the tent pole, concentrating on her grip and on keeping her ass arched high. She had a sudden thought. “My Lord?”
“Yes?”
“The sound of your belt, my Lord…people will hear,” said Sif, almost in a whisper.
“As they should, my witch,” replied Hakon evenly. “Let people know that you have chosen to submit to me and my authority.”
“Yes, my Lord,” said Sif, a little sadly. It was hard to let go of the idea that she would submit to Hakon privately and carry on publicly as if nothing had changed, but that was clearly not to be.
“Be ready, Sif. Your submission begins by taking five strokes of the belt across your bottom.”
Begins?
She did not respond quickly enough, and gasped as Hakon’s firm hand smacked her ass once more. “Oh! Yes, my Lord. Thank you, my Lord.”
“Count them as they fall. If you fail to count, or remove your hands from the pole, we begin again,” said Hakon. “Get ready.”
Sif felt the leather of Hakon’s belt brush lightly over her naked cheeks then there was a moment of silence then a whooshing sound, and then a terriblecrackas the belt snapped against her bottom.
“Oh!”cried Sif involuntarily and fought to keep her hands on the tent pole as her legs shook. “One, my Lord! Thank you, my Lord!”
“Good girl,” she heard Hakon say as the blood rushed to her pelvic area. Then there was another whooshing sound, and anothercrack.
“Ahh!”Sif was sure the whole camp could hear her cry out. She held onto the pole, and her feet did a little dance up and down. “Two, my Lord, thank you!”
The third and fourth strokes came just as hard, and Sif gasped and tried to control her breathing. Her bottom was on fire. She could feel the heat of the red lines across her naked skin. There were tears in her eyes. But she did not let go of the pole, and she counted each stroke out loud.
The last stroke came whooshing down and snapped one final time against her bare flesh. Sif sobbed as she said, “Five, my Lord! Thank you, my Lord!” She kept sobbing as she continued to lean against the pole, her shoulders going up and down as she cried. It was as if a dam had been burst. Sif hadagreed to strip naked and take a stern belting from the man she loved. She had no regrets. If anything, she felt cleansed.
She felt his hands, firm but gentle, as they ran over her back, caressing her shoulders, moving lightly over the welts he had made across her ass. Sif almost purred under his touch. His hands just felt soright.
Hakon guided her hands back to the tent pole, and Sif uttered a little gasp. As he bent her over once more, his stiff cock pressed against her exposed pussy. “Yes please,” she murmured as the head of his penis gently parted her wet folds. “Oh gods, yes please,” she sighed.
