Miranda was once again approaching the border to the land of the barbarians. It was the first time in days she could sit comfortably on her horse, and to her own great astonishment, she was hoping to change that. She had thought much in the last few days about the tall, muscular barbarian that had spanked her the last time she'd wandered over the border, and how it felt to be across his strong thighs and feel his firm hand land on her bottom. And now, she wanted to meet him again. With all the dangers that entailed.
She wasn't travelling alone, of course. She'd asked two of the guards, both friends of her, to accompany her to the border; due to bandits, that road could be dangerous for a lone woman. But while they would accompany her to the border, she was crossing the border alone. There were some things she couldn't ask of her friends. Of course, if everything went as she hoped – and feared – it would, she wouldn't want them there anyway.
If all went according to plan, no one would know of the trip. Both her companions were good at keeping secrets; Jenny didn't speak much, and while George rarely shut up, he knew what subjects to keep buried and which to discuss. Few people suspected how many secrets he really knew.
The only thing she had to worry about on this little trip, was her own safety once she'd crossed the border. Not a small thing, she had to admit, but something she had some control over.
They reached the border, and Miranda put on a brave face as she entered into the forbidden territory. She knew it wasn't too convincing, but they appreciated the effort.
Hagnar, the chieftain's eldest son, once again found himself wandering away from camp, patrolling the area. He tried to tell himself that he was just making sure the border was safe, but deep down, he knew he wanted to see her again. There was something about the feisty young city-dweller that made him joyous even thinking about her. She had been very attractive, of course, and with a very cute bottom – thinking about how the rear end in question had wriggled over his lap as he spanked it made him grin even more – but there was something more. He knew he wanted to see her again, but that was unlikely. She had probably learned to stay off their lands, and he wasn't about to cross into theirs.
Then, as the wind shifted, he caught a familiar scent. His eyes widened as he realized it was the woman. He shook his head. The moron had trespassed on their lands again. He decided to hurry; if someone else found her first, it wasn't out of the question that they'd show her less mercy than he had.
Miranda tried to move silently along the steppes, but it was a lot harder than she'd expected it to be. She wanted to make sure that she was found by the right barbarian, and if she could spot him first...
She was glancing around, forgetting to look ahead, when she stepped right into a brick wall, falling on her backside. Actually, she realized as she looked up, it was just a very angry-looking barbarian. Her heart caught in her throat; she hadn't realized anyone was nearby. She felt a little better as she recognized that it was the same one she'd met before; she was reasonably certain he wouldn't kill her.
He glared down at her. "Care to explain what you are doing on our lands? Lost again?" He was rapidly losing patience with the brat. She shook her head, unable to meet his gaze. He grabbed her chin, forcing her to look him in the eyes. "Looking for another spanking, then?"
To his great surprise, she didn't shake her head, but tried to look away. An interesting possibility entered his head. A wolfish grin appeared on his face as he looked at her. "Tell me, young lady," he said strictly. "Why are you here?"
For a long time, she didn't speak. Finally, she looked him in the eye, and as she blushed crimson, she told him; "I want you to spank me."
A few minutes later, Hagnar had led her to a nearby cave. If he was going to do this – and he was – then he was going to do it properly. On the way, he had asked her name, and he'd told her his. Miranda. Pretty name, that.
The cave was quite far away from anything of consequence, and few people came here. He wanted privacy for what was about to happen, and he had a feeling she wanted it as well. He lit a torch, hanging it on the wall before turning towards her. "Take off your clothes." He sat down on a rock, his eyes devouring her.
She blushed, but did as he instructed. She shouldn't have been too surprised; he'd bared her bottom the first time they met, there was no reason to think he'd care about her modesty this time. Slowly, shaking from head to toe, she removed her robe, hanging it on a rock as she stood before him in her underwear. "Continue," he told her. Even more slowly, she removed her underwear. His hungry eyes drank in her every curve. Then, once she was completely nude, he patted his lap. "Come here."
Inch by inch, she approached him. At his command, she bent down across his lap. His hand began to stroke her backside, and Miranda felt something poking her in the ribs. He lifted his hand and started to spank her.
Miranda cried out as he brought his hard hand down on her soft flesh. He spanked hard and fast from the first slap, and soon, tears were rolling down her face. She was wriggling over his lap, trying to get away from that evil hand, but somehow, there was some part of her that loved it. For some twisted, unexplainable reason, she was enjoying what he was doing to her. After all, she had asked for it.
He smiled as he watched the beautiful backside over his lap turn pink, then red, as the girl squealed and kicked her legs. But he ignored her protests.
He had no idea how long he spanked her, but by the time he stopped, she was gasping for breath. "Did you enjoy that, Miranda?" His hand disappeared between her thighs, and he felt her wetness. "I guess you did."
She blushed as he rubbed her, but the desire in her was too strong, and soon, she was sitting – gingerly – on his lap, kissing him. And in that cave, far from their companions, she lost her virginity to a man she had barely met.
Hours later, he accompanied her back to the border, where she spotted her companions' campfire in the distance. He left her there with a final kiss and a hard slap on the backside. She thanked her lucky stars that neither Jenny nor George were close enough to see or hear what he had done – it would be tough to explain.
As he walked home, Hagnar smiled to himself. He was fairly certain that she did not know that he was the eldest son to Chieftain Magnus, and thus heir to these lands. But once he had her name, he had finally recognized her – Miranda, daughter of King Ignatius. The future promised to be quite interesting.
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