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also mine.”
    “Yes, I am your commander, and yet you disobeyed me.” His eyes darkened.
    The way he stared caused me to take pause. “I needed to train. I have to work twice as hard to compete with all you arrogant asses.”
    Rigby walked toward me so he towered mere inches from my rapidly beating heart. He placed the torch into the snow beside us. “What did I tell you, Tudor?”
    I swallowed the lump in the back of my throat. “To rest my leg. But my leg is fine, I assure you.”
    “And?” His stare bored into me.
    “To stay near camp.”
    “What else did I say?”
    I raised my head so I stared directly in his eyes. “That you would spank me, sir. But you can’t possibly stand by your words.”
    Rigby grabbed me firmly by the arm and pulled me down to the snow so I was on all fours. “Yes, I am a man of my word.” Before I could even protest, he pulled up my tunic and yanked down the remaining fabric that covered my naked buttocks. “Stay on your hands and knees, or your punishment will be far worse.”
    I looked over my shoulder in shock. “You can’t be serious! You expect me to just allow this?” The snow stung my bare knees, and the light breeze wafted over my damp sex. I was completely exposed to his view, as well as his touch. I knew I would have a fighting chance to resist this spanking if I chose to, but something from deep within held me in position.
    He answered with a firm swat to my naked flesh, and then three more before I even knew what was happening. I tried to collapse to my stomach to avoid the spanking. He pulled me back up and said, “You just earned yourself more of a punishment. Stay in position.”
    I turned my head to stare into his eyes before he swatted me a few more times. The biting sting of his hand caused me to gasp for breath. “Rigby, please! This has gone far enough!”
    “No, my foolish warrior. You will learn that you are not to question my command, my orders, or my concern for your well-being.”
    Concern for my well-being? It had been quite some time since anyone had cared about me in any way—if ever.
    The spanking continued, and I did everything I could to remain in place. The palms of my hands, my knees, and my ass screamed for mercy. My wounded leg was the least of my discomfort at this time.
    Rigby’s palm continued to pepper my backside. Each slap to my exposed bottom brought an alarming desire I couldn’t contain. His dominance milked the wetness from my deepest core. I pressed my legs together, desperately hoping he wouldn’t see the moisture dripping down my inner thigh. My body rocked forward with each searing swat, causing my nipples to rub against the fabric of my tunic. My body buzzed with life, even as my ass blazed with heat.
    “Rigby! Rigby, I said stop! That hurts!”
    “You are a woman, Tudor. A beautiful, exquisite woman.” He paused spanking me for a moment, a dead silence in the air. “I admire your strength. I respect your ability to fight. But you are still a woman.”
    I looked over my shoulder with daggers in my eyes. “So what if I am a woman?” I spat. “Does that mean I should submit , as you say? Never!”
    Rigby continued to spank at a quick rate. “Yes, my warrior. Yes!” His hand slapped one cheek and then the next. He covered every inch of skin until tears streamed down my face. He paused the punishment again. “There is nothing wrong with submission, Tudor. A strong warrior, and an even stronger woman, would understand that.”
    Finally, he stopped the assault, stood up fully, and assisted me to a standing position. I quickly adjusted my clothing and stared at the ground. Looking at him now would cause such embarrassment. The act had humiliated me. Not because of the discipline, but because of how it lit my body with a passion I never knew existed.
    He tilted my chin with his finger so I had to look into his eyes. “When I give an order, I will trust you will obey it.”
    “Yes, sir,” I whispered.
    “I will not