Her Barbarian Master:Forbidden Love (Alpha Male Master Series Book 2)(4)By: Maggie Carpenter
"PUT ME DOWN. PUT ME DOWN!"
With deft ease he threw her over his shoulder, then landed a swift stinging slap.
"Be quiet. I will be harder on you if you keep up that racket."
"YOU'RE A BEAST AND A BRUTE," she howled, paying no heed to his warning and beating her fists into his back.
She had meant every word, but she was also attempting to distract him. As he had lifted her, she had spied Layla throwing apples across the wall before climbing along the branch and dropping out of sight. A second hot smack hit her backside, and with Layla safely gone, all thought switched to her perilous plight.
"Spank her in the hall."
Serenity couldn't see Bastian, but his thick, gravelly voice was unmistakable.
"I would rather have privacy. I'll take her to my rooms."
"Very well, but don't keep her too long. I don't want her family coming up here looking for her. I've had enough of the villagers for one day."
"Don't you dare take me anywhere," Serenity shouted. "I demand you put me down!"
"I won't father," Killian replied, completely ignoring Serenity's outburst. "Just long enough to do what must be done."
As Killian carried Serenity through the gardens towards the back of the ruins, every time she pounded on his back or demanded to be released, she was rewarded with a hot slap, but she refused to surrender. By the time they moved under a large archway and entered the castle her bottom was burning. When he started up a wide staircase she stopped her protests, but not because she was giving in, but because her surroundings distracted her.
From the front the castle appeared derelict, but she could see many signs of its former splendor. The walls were solid, and showed no signs of the battles the fortress had seen, and as Killian turned down a wide hallway, she spied paintings still hanging on the walls.
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."