Page 13 of Song and Sword
“Thanks, Brother. For what I have in mind, I will not need them,” said Hakon.
“I did not imagine so,” observed Gunnar, smiling at Sif. She blushed. “Still, Hvitserk has relatives, little brother. If you have no objections, I’ll stay outside here for a while.”
Hakon clapped Gunnar on the shoulder, gripping him tightly. “Thank you, Brother.”
“Always,” replied Gunnar easily. He paused, and said, “It was bravely done, Brother.”
“The man was a fool, but I had no design upon his life,” said Hakon shortly. “My plans lie elsewhere.” So saying, he steered Sif into the house.
Chapter Three
Sif swallowed nervously as she stepped into the house Hakon shared with Gunnar. It had stood empty for some time but was filled with the items the brothers had collected on their long and profitable voyage. A large polished bronze mirror stood in one corner, the largest Sif had ever seen.
Hakon sat on the end of his bed and gestured for Sif to come near. Butterflies in her stomach, she moved to stand in front of him. Hakon had become a big man; even seated, he was almost eye level with her. It suddenly struck Sif that the young person she had known most of her life was a sizeable, fully grown man.
“I want you to strip naked,” growled Hakon.
Sif was momentarily dumbstruck. “W-what?” she finally managed, taking a step back.
Hakon looked at her calmly. “I warned you this morning, Sif, that if you refused my first offer, that there would be consequences.”
“What consequences did you have in mind?” demanded Sif, her thoughts racing. A part of her was angered by Hakon’s attitude of casual command, but—although she wanted to deny it—a part of her was excited as well.
She had agreed to be his woman after all. It seemed Hakon was determined to take this very seriously.
“You’re going over my knee, Sif,” said Hakon. “I’m going to give you a proper spanking, to teach you that there are consequences to your actions, and that I follow through on what I say.”
Sif shook her head in disbelief.
“Are you true to your word?” demanded Hakon.
“Of course,” shot back Sif.
“Then stop wasting our time.”
Well. When Hakon put it like that, it was pretty straightforward. If she was truly under his command, things had begun. A part of her thrilled to his easy assumption of control. Who was this man who had replaced the Hakon she knew who had set sail for Miklagard?
Everything seemed to crystallize for Sif. There were two clear paths. She chose hers.
Without another word, Sif removed her clothes. Off went her apron dress, her leggings, her smallclothes, until she stood in front of Hakon naked as the day she was born.
He affected no outwards response, but the tenting of his trousers told Sif otherwise.
Hakon spread his legs, indicating that Sif should stand between them. Pushing gently, he guided her over one hard thigh, keeping her in place with his other leg.
Sif was very aware of her naked bottom high in the air, and how exposed her most private parts were. Even worse, she was astonished at the wetness pooling between her thighs. She had never felt like this before.
Hakon laid a large hand on her bare bottom. Her skin quivered at his touch.When had his hands become so rough?
“Do you understand why I’m going to spank you, Sif?”
“Umm…yes, I do,” she muttered.
His hand came down hard, with a loud smack. Sif yelped in pain and surprise.
“When you’re being spanked, you will address me as Sir or my Lord,” growled Hakon. “Understood?”
The sting in Sif’s bottom was fading, replaced by heat. “Yes!” she gasped. She felt his hand lift. “I mean, yes, Sir!”
