#SATSpanks Given to the Berserkers

This is from my latest release! *** “Fergus! What are you doing?” I squirmed but he pinned me easily, shifting me so my bum draped right over his legs. He smacked it again and I squawked, though it didn’t hurt at all. “Punishing ye,” he said, and I could hear the grin in his tone. “This is how wolves discipline their naughty mates.” His hand roamed over my naked flesh, squeezing my plump cheeks. “It doesn’t hurt very much–Ow!” His palm connected with my right buttcheek, hard enough to sting. I reared up but didn’t go far, as Fergus pushed me Read more…

Training time: Given to the Berserkers

  “All, right, my lovely. It’s time to begin your training.” “Training?” Still naked, I wrapped my arms loosely around my bare form. The look Fergus shot me was wicked. “Bend over the bed.” I hurried to obey. “Such a fine arse. Not too small, not to plump. And a lovely red color. Spread your legs, sweet one.” I rocked from one foot to the other, opening my stance. “Good lass. Now part your bottom cheeks for me.” “Fergus—” A smack on my behind had me hastening to comply. Flushing red as my punished backside, I spread my cheeks and Read more…

Given to the Berserkers

  Prologue   “Muriel,” someone was calling my name and tugging on my arm. I opened my eyes, squinting against my throbbing headache. “Wake up,” my sister said in a trembling whisper. “What is it, Fleur?” I groaned. “Did the fire go out? Where’s Sabine?” “She disappeared, remember? We have not seen her for a day and a night.” Fleur was speaking, but I barely heard her as I sat up and stared through the bars of a cage. Where I expected the walls of our home and the stone hearth, there was only forest. “What is this?” I whispered. Read more…