Spanked: Spanking Romance - Adult Bedtime Story Anthology of Punishment, Discipline & Submission Romance

by Lady Aingealicia

  Signy rode up with Aaren and remained quiet until about 3 days into the travel. It was then they began to talk and discuss the layout of the land. She found that the farmer that had lived there had prospered until he came down with the fever. It had taken his family out in a matter of weeks. It had not spread to the town thankfully. As they set up camp for the night, Signy looked for a lake or a river to bathe in.

  She found one rather quickly not noticing that Aaren had followed her. She removed her clothing and walked into the water. Her nipples became hard due to the coolness of the water. She turned and looked behind her. She saw him behind the tree and laughed as she stood, exposing herself.

  “Care to join me knight?” She barked as his eyes widened.

  She looked like a Goddess to him. Her hair wet and water dripping from her body. He took in a deep breath as he stepped forward. He must have stepped on something to alert her or she knew he was there the whole time and had lured him to her. He removed his shirt and sat to take off his boots. Leaving his sword and breeches behind him, he joined her in the water. She moved towards him and ran her hands over his chest.

  “I thought you were betrothed to Freyr?” He questioned.

  “I am allowed to have my fun knight.” She responded as her hands traced across his collar bone and up his cheek. “I have never been with an Englishman.”

  “Well you still won’t be.” He moved his hands across her full hips. “I am Irish, I just serve the king as a knight.”

  “Oh well I have had a few Irishmen.” She laughed as her mouth moved towards his neck and her hands went under the water.

  “Have you now?” He pulled back and traced his hands up to cup her breast.

  “Oh yes.” She smiled as her hand moved up and down his shaft. “Wore them out. I must warn you, I killed a few of them as well.”

  “I suppose that is a chance one takes if they are with you.” He played with her nipples and made them hard.

  Dipping in, he put one in his mouth as the other hand teased the other. She sighed to feel the lips upon her skin. Her hand cupped his balls as the water moved against their bodies. He kissed his way up her neck and found her lips as his hand went behind her wet hair and he pulled her to him. His tongue found his way into her mouth as she did not fight back.

  Kissing her deeper, he could feel her hand wrap around his shaft, her breast pushed up against his skin. He traced his hands down her body and found her cheeks. Lifting her up, he wrapped her legs around his waist and moved against her. The kisses became fervent as they fed off each other’s energy. She pushed down on top of him, her nails digging into his back as she pushed down on his hardness and let it slide in.

  Moving up and down with ease, she found he filled her well. Her back arched, forcing her breast into his chest as he groaned through the kisses. Slowing down, she set the pace of his thrust. Her legs were stronger than he expected as she squeezed and pushed down. Her walls would tighten and then loosen with every thrust. She moved her hands to the back of his head and kissed him deeper with every thrust of her hips.

  Scratching his neck, his arms wrapped around her and he began to move her. His groans became louder as her breath quickened. Breaking the kiss, she fell back into the water so she was laying on it. His hands went to her hips and moved her back and forth. She cried out as her body arched. Her hands clenching at her breast, squeezing the nipples.

  “Yes, knight, just like that.” She ordered him as his thrust became faster and he felt himself ready to explode inside her.

  She rose up as he released inside her. She tightened her legs around him so he would not pull out. He let his head fall back as his seed spilled inside her. She kissed his neck and his chest as she let go and stood beside him in the water.

  “How much further knight, until we come upon the land?” She questioned as if nothing happened.

  “Three days.” He answered as he traced his hands down her back.

  “Then we will have three more days to meet at a river or in the woods.” She smiled at him, her blue eyes sparkled.

  If he could have read her mind, he would have not accepted her invitation. It was too late though, he was already taken with this Viking Warrior and he did not care the cost. He nodded to her and moved out of the water. She followed after finishing washing and joined him on the bank of the lake she had found. Tossing him a cloth to dry off with.

  “Seems you came ill prepared knight.” She boasted as she wrung out her hair and dried herself off with another cloth.

  They dressed in silence as words were not needed at this time. Walking back to the camp, she held back. He knew it was best for him to arrive before her so that others would not talk. They were bound to talk anyway, since both of them were wet. He headed down the trail without a second glance. When Signy showed up, she came from different point back to the camp and had rabbits in her hands. He shook his head as to her ability to manipulate situations.

  The Farm

  Aaren and his knights led Signy to the farm. She sighed as she looked at it. It was everything she had wanted. Her own farm to run and own. The deed had been put in her name since Freyr was not due back until the next spring. Signy had worked it out in her mind how she would not marry him. She had never had an interest in him, yet her father insisted they would be a good match.

  As they approached the house, Signy took inventory of the buildings and the fields around them. She pointed to the men who came with her as they began to search through things. Placing the tools in a pile and noting was usable and what was not usable. Signy went to the house and entered. A few birds flew out of the empty space.

  The roof needed to be patched and the furniture would be replaced in time. The floor was still in good shape as she went through the house and looked. It would hold herself and 5 of her men. The family must have been rather large to have so many rooms she thought to herself. Aaren and his men brought in the supplies that were left and firewood for the hearth.

  She took her things and went to the main bedroom. As she looked, she saw the old straw mattress was there. Covering her mouth with a cloth and placing on some gloves she began to tug at it to put it in the burn. She instructed the men to do the same in all the rooms. Anything that might be contaminated had to be sacrificed and burned. Soon there was a large bonfire and some of the men went to hunt for dinner.

  She walked with Aaren through the woods that were in back of the house. She noticed some mushrooms and smiled. She noted where they were as they came upon the spring. She knew that they would be able to use that to water the fields for the harvest. She bent and broke branches along the way as reminders. She felt Aaren behind her as he kissed her neck.

  “I will leave by the end of the week.” He whispered in her ear. “I want to make sure you are set up before we go.”

  “Well you will have to come back in the spring.” She answered and faced him.

  He ripped at her clothing as she responded by kissing his neck and down his chest. Lifting her skirts, he held her up against the tree and spread her legs. Placing two fingers inside her, he found she was already wet. She undid his breeches as his hardness moved towards her opening. She held onto his shoulders as he pushed into her. She cried out softly as he went deeper and she dug her nails into his back.

  His kisses fell upon her neck as her hands went to the back of his head. Riding Aaren up and down, her legs wrapped around him, she knew she only had a week and then he would be gone. She relished every moment she had with him as her body matched his rhythm. He pulled her to the ground with him as she sat up on his hips. His hands went to her breast as he cupped them and played with the nipples through the fabric. Her head was thrown back as she took him in deeply and cried out.

  Birds flew through the air at her cries. Her hips moved faster as her hands traced up his chest and she groaned exploding on top of him. He rolled her over and began to push into her faster. He felt his balls tighten as he thrust one last time and released inside her. He groaned in her ea
r as he fell on top of her. Rolling off her, they straightened up and picked out the grass and the leaves that were on their clothes and hair.

  As the week went by quickly and the farm was in working order, Signy went to the woods to check the traps for meat. As she came back, she went to the kitchen and prepared the meal for the night. The knights would be leaving the next day to go back to the king and report as to how everything was going on the farm. Signy had placed a note for the king inside of Aaren’s pack that would go on his horse.

  She sent out the food to the knights and the Vikings watched as they went in to get their plates. No one seemed to notice that the meals were different as they ate. Signy rubbed her belly and hoped that spring would come soon. As she looked out the window of the kitchen she smiled realizing that Aaren really did not heed her words. She went to bed without saying goodnight and by the morning the knights were already gone as she looked at the dew on the greenery around her.

  Spring Tide

  Signy looked around the farm, it was ready for planting. Messages came from the king about the loss of his knights. She heard the baby cry in the room. She read the last message that questioned about the deaths and laughed. Tossing the note in the fire, she went to her son and picked him up. He would inherit the land of his fathers by the rights of the laws of the land. What the Aaren did not realize was that way to destroy a land and take over was to take it from within. She had warned him after all.

  She heard the horses approach and took the boy with her as she went to the door. Freyr had arrived with many. She went to meet him and he smiled when he saw the child in her arms. She would never tell him that the boy was not his and he would never live to find out otherwise. She had already prepared his dinner.

  Millionaire Romance

  Vacation Erotica

  By Ebony Young

  Still Smoking

  Angie was in many ways a typical twenty-something who'd hit success early. Bright, bubbly, not as hot as she would have liked, but maturing nicely. She had a degree in business that she was putting to good use, a savings account in the black, two dogs and a car she fully owned. The only part she didn't quite fit was that although she was fresh out of university, most of her friends were not. And it was starting to grate on her. A lot of her friends were starting to get married and settle. She was feeling the pull. Especially when they went on and on about the joys of married life. But, on the other hand, when she caught a glimpse into their home lives, she knew it just wasn't for her. The young kids running around and ruining her friends' lovely home décor, the sulking and fat husbands, the tedious lives they led in their neighbourhood... She didn't want to settle like that. Not yet. Maybe some day she would feel the pull to settle with a cuddly man, have his babies and let her pristine house get a bit uglier and homelier. But now? She still had so much life ahead of her! Out of university only a single year, she already had what she considered a promising career that would provide her with wealth and social credit for decades to come. She was still smoking and growing into her more mature curves. She was still approached by men on the regular. She had so much more life to live before she settled down.

  Haiti

  And she wasn't exactly wasting it. After a couple of years working hard at university and her waitressing job she had realized she had spent way too much time studying and working over the previous years. She had worked right out of high school to pay for university, worked hard through university as a student and a waitress and it was just too much. Was that really how she wanted to live her life? No, she wanted to party it up. She came to realize that her older friends were leading her a bit. They had had their fun years ago and were perfectly happy to calm down and focus on their work and earnings. But she was throwing away her youth by following them. She needed to make the most of her twenties. She discussed it with her closest friends and they agreed that she had become far too comfortable for her age. After realizing how much life she was throwing into it, she'd been more relaxed. She would go out to clubs, take her holidays off and go on holiday. Make the most of things.

  This year's holiday was Haiti. She would get plenty of time to unwind, forget about work and have fun. She'd booked a stay in a smaller, cheaper hotel a bit of a walk from the beach and planned on making it to the beach every day and the various touristy clubs every night. It would only be a week and a half, but it sounded pretty good. She'd been once before with her friends and was looking forward to the freedoms of being there on her own.

  When she first arrived it was midday and the sun was high and hot. She remembered to walk to the hotel, as she knew from last time that the local taxi drivers would always add a surcharge for “blan” people, but an extra surcharge for “blan” Americans fresh off the plane. At least if she dressed up like a European tourist and left her big bags behind her when she went out she would be charged a little less everywhere.

  The hotel managers tried to convince her to upgrade her hotel room the second she arrived. Why was everything haggling when she went anywhere South of the border? She had already paid for her room and she was perfectly happy with a one bed room near the top of the building. All they really wanted to do was double the fee and she knew it. After a lot of headache, she finally persuaded them, between their rough English and her broken Creole, to take her to the room she'd paid for. She left her bag on the bed, tucked some notes into her sock and threw some coins into her pocket and set off on her adventure. She was wearing loose shorts, a strappy white top and sunglasses and she already felt too warm. The next morning would definitely be spent soaking in the water or the rock pools down the coast.

  Haiti was a marvellous place to go on holiday. The atmosphere was great, the air always had a rich smell of fusion cuisine and fried goods and the sun was hot and heavy on her bare shoulders, back and chest. She knew the locals would be staring at the pale girl in clean, brand-name clothes and celebrity sunglasses, but she didn't really mind. At least she wasn't like the other tourists she saw wandering around, in Hawaiian shirts, fanny packs and piles of papers. That wasn't her style. She was a fashionably minimalist sort of a tourist.

  She spent the day wandering the streets, eating random candies and alternating drinking coffee from vendors to help fight jet lag and antacids to help her digestive system adapt to the local food and water. Before she realized it, it had got quite late, the sun was on its way down and the restaurants were lighting up every bit of neon they had. She decided to go for dinner somewhere that was advertising pizza before heading back to the hotel.

  Dangerous Grounds

  As she walked back the way she came, looking for the pizza place, she felt a hand on her shoulder. She froze, remembering all the stories of what happened to lonely American girls in Cuba, Brazil and Haiti. She was about to cry.

  “Blan, what are you doing in these parts?” The strongly accented voice had no anger, the hand didn't grip her or pull her. She turned around to face a swarthy young man with thick black hair and a bare torso, his eyebrow wrinkled with concern. “You know you shouldn't be in these parts at night, right?”

  She just stared at him. She didn't really know what parts were and weren't safe for a “blan”, she just knew she wasn't in any danger now.

  He shook his head. “Let's get you someplace safe. Where is your hotel?” He raised an eyebrow. His English was so perfect even though his accent was very strong. She managed to stammer the name of the hotel and he shook his head again. “How did you wander so far? These parts aren't safe for a tourist girl like you.”

  Before she could protest he took her hand and guided her. At first she was nervous about it. After all, a strange man was leading her around... maybe he was as dangerous as the people he claimed to be protecting her against? But something about him made her trust him. Soon they were on a main street.

  “I wanted to get dinner.” She summoned the courage to say as he continued leading her towards the area her hotel had been in.

  He stopped. “There is a good pizza place her
e on the main road. Nice area, so you won't be bothered by any bad people.”

  “Can we go there then?”

  He glanced at her. “We?”

  She blushed. “Well, you were taking me back to the hotel. So I should repay you for being so kind.”

  He grinned. “If you insist.”

  He showed her to the pizzeria. His name was Marco, she learned, and he worked as a fisherman, although he wanted to study and own his own shop in the future. He knew that some tourist girls fell into the wrong hands in that area and became quite worried when he saw her on her own. They each had a pizza and a soft drink of dubious colouration as they talked about their lives.

  He accompanied her back to the hotel. They bought a bottle of vodka and she invited him upstairs for a drink.

  They didn't need the alcohol, though. They were young and beautiful and had the sort of chemistry Angie had only dreamed of. After a couple of small shots they were in each other's arms and he was stripping her upper body completely bare, fondling and kissing her breasts as her fingers wove through his hair. He insisted on eating her to orgasm before having sex. The act itself wasn't as rough or as varied as she was used to and it seemed a little vanilla to her, but the passion made up for it. She fell asleep with her head on his chest.