Free Her Rogue Knight by Natasha Knight

and you will count each one. Once I’m finished whipping you, you will thank me. And if you ever, ever disobey me again, you’ll have something bigger than my finger inside your bottom. Is that clear?”
    “Yes, sir,” she whispered quickly, her voice quivering.
    “Good,” he said, pulling his finger out slowly, the sensation of pain mixing with the tiniest hint of an unfamiliar arousal. But that was finished when he resumed his position to continue with her whipping.
    Gemma braced herself, her bottom already throbbing with heat and stinging with the pain of the leather belt.
    “Ask me to whip you. Ask me to punish you and tell me why you’re being punished.”
    She cried tears of humiliation and of dread at the pain her imminent punishment would bring. She closed her eyes, knowing she would have to get through these next six before he would release her. “Please punish me for running away, for costing valuable time. For getting myself into trouble.”
    The first stroke caught her at the top of her buttocks, and she gasped with the pain.
    “Count.”
    “One, sir.”
    The next one was just beneath the last one, and she stomped her feet on the ground as she cried out.
    “Two, sir.”
    “Spread your legs wider and don’t clench,” he ordered.
    “Yes, sir,” she said, doing as he told her, all modestly lost to the pain as he struck again.
    “Three!” she screamed simultaneously with the strike.
    The next one caught her at the juncture of her hips and buttocks.
    “Four!”
    The final two he delivered in quick succession across her thighs, barely giving her time to call out the count. Once it was over, Gemma stood there, her tears coming quietly, knowing she had brought this harsh punishment on herself, hating him for her humiliation, grateful to him that he had come for her, that he’d not left her.
    “What do you have to say?” he asked, walking around to stand in front of her and replacing his sword belt across his waist.
    “I’m sorry, sir. Thank you for my punishment,” she managed, unable to meet his eyes as her already red face flushed redder.
    “Look at me.”
    She shook her head, a small gesture.
    He took her chin and lifted her face. “Look at me.”
    She finally did.
    “Look at me and say it.”
    Shame stole her voice, but she managed with the smallest whisper to repeat her words.
    He released her chin, retrieved his sword, and walked away, leaving her to stand as she was, her dress lifted high, her punished bottom and thighs on display.
     
    * * *
     
    Sir William had to walk away. He needed release. He was highly aroused, his cock hard. Seeing her trapped in the pillory, baring her, whipping her, pressing his fingers inside her hot little hole… He made some sort of sound and looked over at her displayed buttocks as she stood, still locked in place. She shifted from leg to leg, rubbing the tops of her feet alternately against her thighs, trying to relieve some of the pain.
    Loosening his pants, he took hold of his cock. He turned away from her but with the image of her body, of her ass as he’d whipped it, of how it bounced as she tried to avoid the strokes but was unable to. Her striped bottom now on display branded onto his mind, the heat of her back hole still warm on his finger, he stroked himself, imagining the warmth of her around him, her wetness when he’d fingered her clit. He imagined taking her from behind, spreading her buttocks apart, pushing first into her wet pussy, then claiming her other hole. With that, his body shook, and his cock released as he, for some brief moments, lost himself in ecstasy.

Chapter Six
     
     
    Gemma watched Sir William from beneath her lashes as he returned. She had since stopped crying and imagined he had left her trapped in the pillory, her skirt still raised, for a good half hour after her punishment was over. When he moved behind her without a word, she tensed immediately. But his hand on her hip was gentle, almost a caress even.
    He touched