Her Barbarian Master:Forbidden Love (Alpha Male Master Series Book 2)(5)

By: Maggie Carpenter


Opening her eyes, she looked around and discovered he'd stopped where he'd started; a turn was a circle of his room.

"Two more? No, please, no. I can't bear it."

"You must. You have no choice, but the second turn I will be using my hand."

He moved the few steps to the table and set down the paddle, and though she felt a shred of relief, it was short-lived. To her horror he began sliding up her dress.

"NO! Do not bare me, please, no, sir, no."

"Sir? The wench is learning, but when I punish, you must call me Master."

"Master, please don't expose me."

"Had you not been so rude and difficult, I wouldn't. You deserve it."

He flipped the skirt over her waist, and as she felt her searing skin kiss the cool air, the thin fabric fell around her head. To her surprise, being lost in its folds offered an odd comfort.

"We begin," he abruptly announced, his hand hitting with a hard slap on her right cheek.

His palm didn't carry the fiery bite of the paddle, and as he walked he alternated cheeks, which also allowed a smidgen of respite, but her fingers were soon grasping his shirt, and she was once again squirming in his strong hold. The walk around the room felt like forever, but when he finally stopped he began rubbing away the soreness. His soothing caress was unexpected, and she let out a long breath.

"You are settling," he muttered. "Good. Now for the third turn."

She assumed her poor bottom was to be scalded anew, but he did something else, something utterly unexpected; his long thick fingers slid into her pussy and began to explore.

"NOOOO, Master, don't."

"You're very wet, and you've laid with men."

"STOP!"

His hand suddenly blasted her bottom with a volley of stinging smacks.

"You dare tell your Master to stop?"

"OWW! Sorry, Master. I won't again, I won't, I promise," she said breathlessly, "you just took me by surprise."

"That's an excuse. You pretend modesty, but you have been with men."

"Just a couple."

"I don't wish to know more," he grunted, pushing his finger back inside her. "Now I will begin the third turn."

She braced herself, waiting for his spanking hand, or worse, the paddle, but she quickly realized the third turn was his finger plunging in and out of her channel and rubbing her clit. She bit her lip as the humiliation flamed across her face, but in spite of her instinctive resistance, she found her body responding. His rhythmic fingering and his method of agitating her tiny nub was like nothing she'd ever felt, and they weren't even half way around the room when she was on the verge of an orgasm, but he denied her, paused his step, and returned his warm hand to rub her scalded cheeks. His fondling was divine, too divine, and it was making her yearn for more of his erotic attention.

"Master," she whimpered, "please may I ask, why didn't you let me have my moment?"

"You are being punished."

She let out a plaintive moan, and a moment later he began to walk again, and resumed his tantalizing torture. If she'd thought the last turn took forever, this one was interminable. His strides were slow and short, and she was brought to the brink of her climax several times before the turn was completed.

Serenity was beside herself. Her bottom was burning, and her pussy was craving, yet in spite of the humiliating ordeal she wanted to lay with him, but she had little time to ponder her extraordinary situation. She was being lifted off his shoulder, and rather than set her on the floor, he placed her on the large table and ordered her to kneel.

"Hands behind your back, spread your legs, and lower your eyes."

The table was hard, but she shuffled her knees apart, and as she locked her fingers together and dropped her eyes, without meaning to, they fell upon his crotch. His manhood was clearly visible beneath the thin cloth that hung low on his hips and fell only to his upper thighs. Unlike the villagers who dressed properly in long pants and tops, the barbarians wore minimal covering.

"Serenity, you have been punished, your slate is clean, but should you break our rules again your discipline will be more severe. You committed three crimes, so you suffered three turns. The first, and most serious, was climbing through the gate and entering our domain. Villagers are strictly forbidden unless granted permission or invited. For that, you received the punishment paddle. Your second crime was interfering as my father was punishing your friend. She had tried to steal from us, her discipline was warranted, and you had no right to meddle. Your third crime was being rude to him, questioning his authority as both the leader of the tribe and a man. Your bottom has been paddled for breaking in here, then you were spanked as your friend would have been, and you have learned the power a man has over your body. If I laid you on my bed and devoured you, it would make you very happy, would it not? Before you answer be warned; if you lie you will be spanked again, and barbarian men know when a woman is being untruthful."