“Yes,” she blurted out, the word exploding from her lips before he could speak. “It was me making that cry and splashing, but I had to. I could see Gander climbing up the boat with a knife and you had your back to him. He could have sneaked up behind you and stabbed you,” she continued, the story spilling out of her. “There was no other way to warn you, so I—”
“Ailith, stop!” he said sharply, holding up his hand.
“I had to warn you, I had to,” she continued. “Please don’t be angry.”
“Why would I be angry with you for trying to save my life? At the very least you stopped me from being injured.”
“So, uh, you’re not angry?”
“Not about that. Gander went to great lengths to assassinate me, but he certainly didn’t organize all this by himself. That mysterious boat doesn’t belong to him, and it brought fighters here to kill my warriors and me. That warning helped us to capture him alive. Now I can find out who else is involved. Ailith, you have done a great service today, and you’ll be rewarded.”
“But, uh, you’re angry about something.”
“I certainly am,” he said gravely. “I told you to stay put and you swam around the rocks. That wasn’t very smart for a smart girl,” he scolded. “Tell me why you did it.”
“I could hear all the screaming, but I had no idea what was happening. I just wanted to have a quick look and come right back here.”
“But Gander was in the water,” Ulrick said solemnly.
“Not at first. The moment I spotted him wading in I ducked beneath the surface. When I came back up he was at the boat.”
“What do you think would’ve happened if he’d seen you before you saw him?”
“I… uh…” she stammered, her face turning red as she dropped her eyes.
“I’ll tell you. He would have captured you and held you hostage, and Ailith, you would have been treated very badly.”
“Yes, Master, I know, that’s why—”
“That’s why you’re going to be punished,” Ulrick said sternly, cutting her off. “Pass me the spanking stick, take off the tunic, and lay over that rock.”
Nervously picking up the long, thin rod and handing it to him, though she didn’t speak, she looked at him with pleading in her eyes.
“Quickly,” he barked. “We must return to the beach and sail back to the other cove.”
“Yes, Master,” she replied, removing the rope and lifting the loose garment over her head.
Dropping it in the sand, she walked hurriedly to the round boulder a few feet away and bent over. Though the smooth rock was comfortable, and the surface cool against her skin, it did little to calm her nerves.
“Take this,” he commanded, handing her the stick.
She let out a breath of relief, but her respite was short-lived.
“Reach back and deliver your punishment. If I don’t think you’re doing it hard enough I’ll take over. Don’t stop until I tell you to.”
Though shocked by his command, she flailed the stick backwards, but she hit the top of her thighs by mistake. Crying out in pain, she lifted the rod and sought out her bottom, but when she lightly tapped to find out where it would land, the stick touched the same sensitive spot. Moving it up, she found it awkward, then realized she could probably just flick the rod using her wrist.
The result stunned her.
“Ooh, Master—it hurts so much.”
“Don’t you dare stop.”
Managing to shift the stick a little higher, she snapped it again, stamping her foot as she let out a yelp. Not wanting to anger him, she continued, trying to find a fresh target area with each blow. Sometimes she did, other times she didn’t, but she continued the painful punishment until he grasped her wrist and took the nasty tool from her hand.
“You won’t do anything so foolish again, will you, Ailith?”
“No, Master,” she whimpered breathlessly.
“There is more to your chastisement, but it will be painful in a different way. You need to understand your place. Before our paths crossed you did whatever you wanted, whenever you wanted to. Those days are over. I explained this earlier, but as clever as you are, you obviously still have much to learn, not the least of which is humility. Place your hands on your striped cheeks and pull them apart, and Ailith, don’t make me ask a second time.”
A tremble of horror rippled through her body, but she knew she’d be worse off if she didn’t follow his lewd instruction. Squeezing her eyes shut and taking a deep breath, she placed her palms on her stinging behind and spread herself.
“This virgin hole,” he muttered, pushing his finger inside her, “will accept my big, hard cock.”
“Master,” she bleated, her face burning with shame and humiliation, “please, will you—”
“If you’re going to ask me for something,” he said gruffly, interrupting her as he shoved his thick finger in and out, “make sure it’s a request I want to hear.”
She wanted to beg him not to do any such thing, and to take his hand away and never put it there again, but she took his warning to heart.
“Well, what is it? Will I what?”
“Ooh, Master, please, will you—uh—be gentle with me when it happens?”
“That will depend on you,” he replied, exploring her pussy with his other hand. “If you cooperate it will be easier on you, but look how your body responds to my discipline. You’re slick and open. You want my stiff manhood, don’t you, Ailith?”
“I do, Master,” she quivered, surprised how much she yearned for him in spite of the punishment and his decadent attention.
“This will be your reward,” he grunted, placing himself at her entrance. “I will fuck you and allow you to have the pleasure at the end, but your punishment will continue. My finger will remain in this back hole. When you scream out your joy you’ll be reminded I’m your master, and every part of your body belongs to me.”
She was mortified by his words, but as he plunged his member into her sex, her thoughts were extinguished by his quick, strong thrusts.
“Your womanhood pleases me,” he growled. “When I get you home I’ll be taking you hard and often.”
But she barely heard his promise.
Her heart thumped, and she gasped every time his cock pitched inside her. Even his unwanted, probing finger stoked her arousal.
He suddenly quickened his pace.
As he pumped, his wiry hair grazed her sore backside, and her nipples rubbed against the hard rock.
“That’s it, servant girl,” he grunted, grabbing her hair with his free hand and jerking back her head. “Feel it, feel it all. Feel my hard rod in your hungry womanhood and my finger in your backside. You’re mine. Tell me what that means.”
“It means my body is yours to use as you wish,” she whimpered, barely able to speak.
“And punish as I wish.”
“Hah! You’re already nearing the edge. Being owned and ravaged by a rough warrior is what you want. Say it!”
“Ooh, Master, being owned and ravaged by a rough warrior isn’t what I want.”
“Say that again,” he muttered, sure he must have misheard.
“Being owned and ravaged by a rough warrior isn’t what I want,” she panted. “I want to be owned and ravaged only by you—not just any warrior—only you.”
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