Welcome back to the A to Z blog hop today and my challenge to write an original free erotic short for each letter of the alphabet (fair warning, I may skip one or two letters – is that cheating?) The catch is every single sentence must have a least one word in it that starts with that day’s letter. I just hope you all will forgive me if I use the same word a few times due to my alphabetical limitations. 🙂 Don’t miss any of the posts. Sign up on my home page to get alerted when I post a new blog.
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H is for Heather’s Humiliation
Heather kicked hard, urging the powerful horse under her to jump the high hedge at the far edge of the open field. She was in a race to get to the forest, hoping to hide before the horrible man who was in hot pursuit could catch her.
Tears stung her eyes, hindering her ability to see where she was going.   It was unclear even to her if it was the cold wind whipping against her or the hypocrisy of her situation that hurt more.
Only a few short months ago she had been living high as the princess and heiress to her father’s kingdom.   When the hostilities with their neighboring province had heightened, threatening to topple her father’s empire, he had been desperate to regain control.
It was that desperation that led him to hurt his only daughter by promising her hand in marriage to the hostile neighboring king in exchange for a peace treaty between the two provinces.   Like a coward, her father had not even warned her of her fate until he had summoned her to the high court that very day to formally present Heather to her new husband and his entourage of guards already waiting to collect her.
She wasn’t proud of how she had hollered at her father, even resorting to hitting him across his face in her fury. When her father’s guards had hustled forward to protect their king, she had hurled vulgar insults as they dragged her from the court.
Her humiliation had been complete when she heard the man to whom she was promised in marriage, laugh a hearty laugh, pledging he had a hard hairbrush and thick cane waiting at his own palace which he planned to use to tame a hellcat like Heather. She had broken free, running past her horror-struck handmaiden, never looking back until she was astride her steed, rushing away from the only home she’d ever known.
She was only a few hundred feet into the forest when a hopping animal spooked her horse. Heather felt his hoof catch against a fallen tree trunk and she went hurdling to the ground in a heap. Her spooked horse kept running leaving her in a huddle on the hard ground of the forest.
Her would-be captor had been a short distance behind her so she knew she only had a few minutes to hide. She pushed down her hysteria and searched until she found a hollowed-out hole in a downed hickory tree.   She bent to her knees to crawl into the place she hoped would provide a haven until the danger had passed.   Treaty or not, there was no way she would willingly take the enemy as her husband.
It only took a few hurried minutes for the man in question to arrive at her hiding spot. She had hoped he would hop over the downed tree and keep going, but something must have alerted him to her fall because he hauled his own large horse to a stop just thirty feet from her hiding spot.
She had only seen him from afar at the palace, but she was able to track his movement from her hiding spot. She hated the lurch of her heart when she saw how handsome her betrothed was.   She reminded herself that his looks didn’t matter since he was the hostile enemy, not to be trusted.
She heaved a sigh of relief when his guards caught up to him and after a few more minutes of searching, they all mounted their horses to continue on with their pursuit.
Only when they were out of sight did Heather realize how desperate her situation was. Would her father take her back at the palace if she could somehow make it home? The hour was growing late and the cold winter day would soon give way to a horrid winter night. Her gown was damp and freezing against her hourglass figure. If she didn’t move soon, she would fall prey to hypothermia.
As she moved to her hands and knees to crawl from her hiding spot, a pair of leather boots appeared inches from her hands. Before she knew it, she was being hauled up. Her future husband swung her over his broad shoulder as if she were a burlap bag of potatoes. When she hollered for him to release her, he smacked his large palm across her bottom.
“That’ll be just about enough of your hysterics, Heather.”
“How dare you call me by my given name. Unhand me you heathen!” She used her cold fists to hit his back as hard as she could in an attempt to be released. For each ineffectual hit of her fist, his palm connected with her upturned ass leaving a streak of heat on her seat.
He didn’t stop their trek through the woods until he arrived at a clearing where his armed guards were waiting with the horses, standing around a roaring fire to warm their hands.
Heather was relieved when she was lifted from his shoulder and set on her feet, yet her happiness was short lived as he sat on a nearby tree stump and hurriedly hauled her across his lap.   Her hands and feet hung precariously in the air.   Only her honey-colored hair touched the forest floor.
Her anger flared as she had never been treated with such heavy-handed haughtiness in her entire life. Before she could protest, her future husband flipped her heavy gown up and over her back, followed by her damp petticoats, exposing her drawers and corset for all to see. It was a good thing her face was hidden so she didn’t have to suffer the embarrassment of looking the men in the eye who had gathered around to chuckle and watch the entertainment of their king taking his future queen in hand.
Heather’s humiliation was complete when she felt the cold air on her bare bottom as her drawers were torn from her body. Things were moving so fast it wasn’t until his hand connected hard with her naked right butt cheek that she emerged from the haze she had fallen into.  Back and forth his horrid hand fell, lighting her hiney on fire until she was howling in pain.
A strange thing happened to Heather in her upended position that night. Her future husband continued on relentlessly until she lay limp in her submission. She had hissed and screamed, but nothing held power over him until she humbled herself by apologizing for her horrible behavior and begged him for his forgiveness.
The punishment finally ceased and her breath hitched at the feel of his now gentle hand brushing her blistered bottom intimately. He caressed her almost lovingly until her hiccups softened. He finally helped her to her wobbly feet, pulling her to stand close between his open knees, his hands anchored on her hips to steady her.
Her first glimpse of his face up close filled her with hope for the first time that day. Not only was he handsome, but he wore a concerned expression that had her light-headed.
“Now, this wasn’t exactly how I pictured our first meeting, my lady, but it seems you needed an early lesson on how things will be in our marriage. I expect to be obeyed, Heather. More importantly, I expect you to heed my warning that you will never again put your life in danger. You could have died here tonight of hypothermia if we had not found you in time. How do you think I’d have felt knowing you would rather die than have me in your marital bed?”
Heather’s face flushed a beet red at his casual mention of such intimacies. “Sir, I remind you. We are not yet married. Mentioning our marital bed is hardly appropriate.”
“Oh honey, I just got my first look at that delectable bottom of yours. I can assure you, you have awakened a hunger in me. It will be a matter of hours, not days, before I have you hollering again, but this time it will be from our passionate lovemaking as my new bride.”
“How dare you speak to me as such, sir?” Despite her protest, Heather’s heart was beating hard in her chest as a strange new fire consumed her nether region as he devoured her with a lustful hunger.
His face broke into the most handsome smile she had ever seen, lighting up his hazel eyes. “My name is Henry, my lady, and despite what you think of me today, I promise you that no harm will come to you at my hand. Well, other than that delivered to your bare bottom when you decide to be a hellcat. I guarantee you this–if you decide to make a habit of hiding from me, you are going to have problems sitting on your queen’s throne.”
“You wouldn’t dare harass me as such.”
“Oh honey, trust me when I say I will be harassing you every day. The only good thing that has come from the growing tension between our countries is I could finally convince your father my standing offer for your hand was true.”
“Wait–your standing offer for my hand? You had proposed marriage before?”
“Aye–you haven’t known it, but I’ve admired you from afar for many years now. Your father has blocked my offer until the growing tensions gave me the help I needed to convince him our match was made in heaven.”
Heather shook her head in disbelief, but Henry decided to convince her his intentions were honorable by pulling her tightly against him, crushing his lips against hers in a passionate kiss that left them both breathless. Henry didn’t stop until Heather had melted into his arms, to sit her blistered bottom in his lap.
No one had ever kissed Heather. She was unprepared for the new hunger consuming her body. His caresses over her body had her whimpering in submission.   Only the hooting and hollering of the king’s guards returned them to the present. Reluctantly Henry peeled himself apart from her.
Heather held her breath, unsure how to feel. When Henry lifted her into his arms and carried her to his own horse, he grinned down at her. “Let’s go home, my Heather.”
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