That fear at least was quelled when the marshal held the door open to her and then promptly locked it behind himself. They were alone in the room. She stood frozen, looking at the empty tubs in the center of the room.
“Go ahead and undress while I fill the tub.” The man walked right by her. She couldn’t believe he expected her to just disrobe. Then she remembered that though there was no concealing wall or even a curtain between the two tubs, there was a privacy screen in one corner. She forced herself not to run towards it though she was suddenly desperate to hide behind its concealment.
“Oh, no, ladybug. You will be naked before me, so there is no reason for you to hide yourself over there. You can just strip right where you are.”
She glared at him as mortification filled every part of her being. He was bent on shaming her. This wasn’t just some conquest or a prize won and savored. He meant to humiliate her. She turned away from him and her fingers came to the buttons at her neck with trepidation at first. Then slowly as she made it down the row, her irritation built until she stood tall and proud. She would not cower before him or allow herself to be shamed. She was a beautiful, independent woman. She would not let him know how much he affected her.
She stalled only a moment more before pulling her dress from her shoulders. It slid down her sides and landed in a puddle at her feet. Delaney felt naked already and she still had her chemise and petticoat before she even got to her… unmentionables. She peeked back at him as he carried one of the buckets of water that had been heating over the fire to the nearest iron tub. Heat flushed her face when she met his eyes. He was still watching her even though he was pouring the water.
“Keep going, I want you naked,” he said, returning to the fire for the next pail.
Now for Sara’s tantalizing glimpse
Irena cannot remember who she is, where she came from, or how she ended up alone in a dark forest wearing only a nightgown, but none of that matters as much as the fact that the vile creatures holding her captive seem intent on having her for dinner. Fate intervenes, however, when a mysterious, handsome warrior arrives in the nick of time to save her.
Darrius has always known that one day he would be forced by the power within him to claim a woman, and after he rescues the beautiful, innocent Irena he decides to make her his own. But the feisty girl will require more than just the protection Darrius can offer. She will need both his gentle, loving care and his firm hand applied to her bare bottom whenever she is naughty.
Irena soon finds herself quivering with desire as Darrius masters her virgin body completely, and she delights in her new life as his little girl. But Darrius is much more than an ordinary sellsword, and being his wife will mean belonging to him utterly, to be taken hard and often in even the most shameful of ways. When the truth of her own identity is revealed at last, will she still choose to remain by his side?
Publisher’s Note: The Warrior’s Little Princess includes spankings, sexual scenes, and age play. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
“Irena, sweetheart, spread your legs for me.”
“Please don’t make me,” she whined, feeling incredibly embarrassed.
He laid a hand on her bottom and she groaned, knowing what he was implying. With a heavy sigh, she hesitantly opened her legs, revealing the wetness she had hoped to hide from him. Her face flushed red hot as silence reigned over the room for a long, heavy moment. She suddenly felt the need to please him. Would he despise her for behaving so wantonly? Would he send her away after finding the wetness hidden within her folds?
She whimpered when his fingertips grazed up her thighs. His fingers glided across her pussy lips and she groaned with shame. She felt herself flush with embarrassment.
“My my, little one, it seems you were quite excited about your spanking,” he said, his voice laced with a chuckle.
“It’s so embarrassing. I don’t know why that’s happening. Please don’t give me another spanking, sir, I can’t make it stop,” she begged, dreading his response. She felt her pussy clench with nervousness.
“This pleases me very much, Irena. Don’t ever be ashamed of your body’s reactions with me,” he said sternly. “If you disobey me, I can promise you that this pretty bottom of yours will always be hot and red.”
“I feel like I can climb the walls. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
“Let me make you feel better, little one. Turn that beautiful body over so that you’re on your back and keep those legs nice and wide for me.”
Timidly, she did as she was told and rolled so that her bottom pressed into the bed beneath her. Despite the cooling cream he had rubbed into her skin, she still hissed at the feeling of her scalded skin grazing against the quilt underneath her.
He leaned back and looked her up and down with an appreciative smile.
“Irena, you’re so beautiful. Now relax and enjoy some good girl time.”
She watched as he pressed his lips to the skin of her thighs and moaned at the sensations that raced through her body. Her pussy clenched as flames of desire roared within her. A bizarre need began to center deep in her core, growing with every moment his lips touched her, igniting every nerve in her limbs with an unquenchable passion.
Gently, his hands pressed below her thighs to cup underneath her hips, sliding her closer to him in one single movement. His kisses trailed further up her inner thighs, until he pressed his lips over the top of her folds.
“Oh, my goodness! You can’t mean to kiss me there!” she squeaked, having not anticipated what he was about to do.
He didn’t respond and instead, she watched as his tongue escaped his mouth, edging closer and closer to the secret place between her legs. It was almost in slow motion, as she felt the war whether she wanted him to continue or not come to a head within her. The instant the damp heat pressed against her vulnerable wet skin, she moaned as desire hit her like a tidal wave on a rocky beach and she decided she wanted it all.
Sara is an author specializing in erotic spanking romance, who spends the day doing science, and writes by night. She has been on the spanking scene for many years, and has experienced all different types of spankings, from sensual, to fun, to punishments, including all of the implements she writes about! Sara finally decided to branch out and write some hot spanking fiction, so she could share the sexy fantasies that happen deep in the recesses of her creative mind.