Laurel
In the morning, I said nothing about the events of yesterday. As for the frame, I didn’t even look at it. I worked extra hard on chores as a way to absolve myself, grateful when Ulf allowed me a shift.
Ulf said nothing to me. Midday, he returned from the hunt. We ate quail, and when I’d finish he beckoned to me, drew me over his lap and bared my bottom to his hand.
“How many times am I to be punished?”
“Again and again,” he squeezed my bottom. “As many times as we see fit. Unless you've decided not to run from us again. Have you?”
I shut my mouth. I could not stay, and I could not lie.
Ulf spanked me until I was limp. When his hand went between my legs, checking my wetness, I didn't even whimper.
“How is she?” Haakon asked.
“Soaked,” Ulf said, and went back to swatting my bu
