Saturday, 29 April 2017



Barbarians roar through a sleepy village, settling in a battered castle that overlooks the tiny town. A free-spirited, flaxen-haired young woman named Serenity sneaks into their forbidden gardens.

The leader's son, Killian, throws her over his shoulder and carries her into his chambers. What she endures is not just a spanking, but another form of chastisement that leaves her breathless. Serenity, however, possesses a defiant soul, and when the discipline is over she rails at him, then storms away.

Killian cannot believe it. Haunted by her brazenness and beauty he arranges for her return. Disaster strikes. During her visit a rival clan launches a surprise attack. The compound is under siege. Serenity is trapped.

The dire circumstances throw them together! Their smoldering chemistry flames to life, but as they surrender to their carnal heat, they unearth a diabolical plot, one that threatens not just their lives, but their future, and the future of the entire clan.

Can Killian protect a willful young woman, while trying to uncover a traitor and save his tribe?

Maggie Carpenter has created engaging characters, an action-packed story, and a thrilling romance. Get lost in the world of ancient earth, where barbarians rule with their physical might, follow enduring rituals, and protect what's theirs with fierce determination. Pick up this riveting romance today.

Precursor To A Punishment

Serenity had been so focused on keeping her eyes to the ground and choosing her words carefully, she had neither seen nor heard the younger barbarians approach. She looked up, and what she saw made her catch her breath. He resembled his father, but his heavy features were handsome, not ghoulish.
“Killian. I didnt know you were here. This girl over my lap was attempting to steal,” Bastian declared. “A bare-bottom spanking is the least she deserves. I should take a leather strap to her backside.”
“Forgive me father, but I couldnt help but overhear the girls plight. If we were starving, I would enter a forbidden garden to find food.”
“Are you saying she shouldnt be punished?”
“No, she should. Everyone knows the rules, and this other village girl must be punished as well,” he added, gesturing towards Serenity. “She tried to interfere, and she was disrespectful. I heard everything. I was over there by the plum tree, but I dont think it right we bare them. Its their first mistake. If they try it again, then, yes, we should.”
Serenity bristled. The young barbarian had just admitted he would have stolen for his family, yet he was still insisting that Layla be spanked, and she should be too. Suddenly Bastians wise words about balance and harmony no longer mattered.
“Thats not fair, not fair at all,” she exclaimed. “You dont know what its like to suffer through a blight of pests. For some reason your plants dont fall victim to such things, and you have more than enough, and youre big and strong and you can hunt. We cant, and for you to be so nasty and pass such harsh judgement on us is wrong.”
The words had tumbled out of her without pause or thought, and as her eyes blazed up at him, then fell back on Bastian, she realized shed just sealed her fate.
“With your permission, father, I shall spank her. She is rude, and she doesnt know her place.”
“I agree,” Bastian said solemnly, nodding his head. “She must be taught a lesson.”
NO! I wont let you!”
Lunging forward Serenity grabbed Laylas wrist, yanking her off Bastians lap. It happened so quickly, and was so unexpected, it caught Bastian completely off guard. By the time he reacted and tried to catch her, they were both sprinting across the grounds towards the gate, but Serenity realized squeezing through the iron bars would slow them down, and might result in their capture.
“No, not the gate,” she panted, “we have to climb trees and jump over the wall. Lets split apart.”
“Youre right,” Layla breathlessly replied. “Ill take the apple tree, you take the orange.”
Serenity darted to the left, but as she did the muscles in her right leg fiercely protested. Ignoring the sharp pain, she tried to run faster, but she could feel her leg refusing her desperate request. Layla, taller and more athletic, had sprinted ahead and was almost at the apple tree. Serenity could hear heavy footsteps behind her, but her leg was badly cramping. Layla was now scampering up the trunk, and determined to beat her pursuer, Serenity pushed through the acute shard of pain, but she was suddenly being lifted off her feet. She let out a wail, then realized it wasnt Bastian who had her, but Bastians brawny son.
With deft ease he threw her over his shoulder, then landed a swift stinging slap.
“Be quiet. I will be harder on you if you keep up that racket.”
“YOURE A BEAST AND A BRUTE,” she howled, paying no heed to his warning and beating her fists into his back.
She had meant every word, but she was also attempting to distract him. As he had lifted her, she had spied Layla throwing apples across the wall before climbing along the branch and dropping out of sight. A second hot smack hit her backside, and with Layla safely gone, all thought switched to her perilous plight.
“Spank her in the hall.”
Serenity couldn’t see Bastian, but his thick, gravelly voice was unmistakable.
“I would rather have privacy. Ill take her to my rooms.”
“Very well, but dont keep her too long. I dont want her family coming up here looking for her. Ive had enough of the villagers for one day.”
“Dont you dare take me anywhere,” Serenity shouted. “I demand you put me down!”

I wont father,” Killian replied, completely ignoring Serenitys outburst. “Just long enough to do what must be done.”

An Over The Shoulder Spanking

He stopped, and craning her neck she was able to see him pushing open a tall dark wooden door. He didnt have to bend down to pass through it, and the room they entered was far grander than any shed ever imagined. The furniture was made from rough wood, but the room was expansive and boasted a huge bed covered in fur, a wide table with several seats, and a fireplace with furry pelts covering the floor directly in front of it. She was expecting him to sit down and bend her over his lap, and she nervously waited, but he continued to move around the room carrying her over his shoulder, apparently searching for something.
“Can you please put me down?”
She had used her soft, pleading voice, the one that had worked surprisingly well with Bastian, and was always effective with her parents.
“I have yet to punish you.”
I don’t understand.
“Hush, you will, ah, there it is.”
He leaned slightly forward, and though her vantage point didnt allow her to see what he was picking up, a moment later a hard piece of wood was laying against the full width of her bottom.
“What you feel is my punishment paddle. It is what I use to discipline my women, and now it will discipline you. I would advise you not to put your hands behind you. Usually I tie the wrists before putting a woman over my shoulder, but perhaps it is good youre not bound. You will learn to obey.”
“If you do not do as I tell you, and try to use your hands to cover your backside, the paddle will hit your knuckles. Nothing stops me from swatting once I begin.”
“But, uh, how long will you—?”
“Three turns, beginning now.”
Serenity had no idea what hed meant by three turns, and she didnt have time to ask. The paddle abruptly landed with its hot sting, and letting out a loud yelp, it took all her fortitude not to throw her arms behind her and grab her seat. As he stepped forward he spanked her again, and she urgently clutched his shirt. The paddle struck once more, and this time she squirmed in his hold.
“OWWW, please, stop, it hurts.”
He didnt respond, but continued his slow walk, swinging the paddle with each stride. The rhythm was steady, and though the predictability helped, it did nothing to mitigate the searing heat permeating her backside. Squeezing her eyes shut, she cried loudly with every swat, until at last he stopped.
“That was one turn,” he declared. “Youll have a moment then I shall resume.”
Opening her eyes, she looked around and discovered hed stopped where hed started; a turn was a circle of his room.
“Two more? No, please, no. I cant bear it.”
“You must. You have no choice, but the second turn I will be using my hand.”
He moved the few steps to the table and set down the paddle, and though she felt a shred of relief, it was short-lived. To her horror he began sliding up her dress.
“NO! Do not bare me, please, no, sir, no.”
“Sir? The wench is learning, but when I punish, you must call me Master.”
“Master, please don’t expose me.
“Had you not been so rude and difficult, I wouldnt. You deserve it.

X-rated. Spanking Included

He flipped the skirt over her waist, and as she felt her searing skin kiss the cool air, the thin fabric fell around her head. To her surprise, being lost in its folds offered an odd comfort.
We begin,” he abruptly announced, his hand hitting with a hard slap on her right cheek.
His palm didnt carry the fiery bite of the paddle, and as he walked he alternated cheeks, which also allowed a smidgen of respite, but her fingers were soon grasping his shirt, and she was once again squirming in his strong hold. The walk around the room felt like forever, but when he finally stopped he began rubbing away the soreness. His soothing caress was unexpected, and she let out a long breath.
“You are settling,” he muttered. “Good. Now for the third turn.”
She assumed her poor bottom was to be scalded anew, but he did something else, something utterly unexpected; his long thick fingers slid into her pussy and began to explore.
NOOOO, Master, don’t.”
“Youre very wet, and youve laid with men.”
His hand suddenly blasted her bottom with a volley of stinging smacks.
“You dare tell your Master to stop?”
OWW! Sorry, Master. I wont again, I wont, I promise,” she said breathlessly, “you just took me by surprise.”
“Thats an excuse. You pretend modesty, but you have been with men.”
Just a couple.
I don’t wish to know more,” he grunted, pushing his finger back inside her. “Now I will begin the third turn.”
She braced herself, waiting for his spanking hand, or worse, the paddle, but she quickly realized the third turn was his finger plunging in and out of her channel and rubbing her clit. She bit her lip as the humiliation flamed across her face, but in spite of her instinctive resistance, she found her body responding. His rhythmic fingering and his method of agitating her tiny nub was like nothing shed ever felt, and they werent even half way around the room when she was on the verge of an orgasm, but he denied her, paused his step, and returned his warm hand to rub her scalded cheeks. His fondling was divine, too divine, and it was making her yearn for more of his erotic attention.
“Master,” she whimpered, “please may I ask, why didnt you let me have my moment?”
“You are being punished.”
She let out a plaintive moan, and a moment later he began to walk again, and resumed his tantalizing torture. If shed thought the last turn took forever, this one was interminable. His strides were slow and short, and she was brought to the brink of her climax several times before the turn was completed.
Serenity was beside herself. Her bottom was burning, and her pussy was craving, yet in spite of the humiliating ordeal she wanted to lay with him, but she had little time to ponder her extraordinary situation. She was being lifted off his shoulder, and rather than set her on the floor, he placed her on the large table and ordered her to kneel.
“Hands behind your back, spread your legs, and lower your eyes.”
The table was hard, but she shuffled her knees apart, and as she locked her fingers together and dropped her eyes, without meaning to, they fell upon his crotch. His manhood was clearly visible beneath the thin cloth that hung low on his hips and fell only to his upper thighs. Unlike the villagers who dressed properly in long pants and tops, the barbarians wore minimal covering.
“Serenity, you have been punished, your slate is clean, but should you break our rules again your discipline will be more severe. You committed three crimes, so you suffered three turns. The first, and most serious, was climbing through the gate and entering our domain. Villagers are strictly forbidden unless granted permission or invited. For that, you received the punishment paddle. Your second crime was interfering as my father was punishing your friend. She had tried to steal from us, her discipline was warranted, and you had no right to meddle. Your third crime was being rude to him, questioning his authority as both the leader of the tribe and a man. Your bottom has been paddled for breaking in here, then you were spanked as your friend would have been, and you have learned the power a man has over your body. If I laid you on my bed and devoured you, it would make you very happy, would it not? Before you answer be warned; if you lie you will be spanked again, and barbarian men know when a woman is being untruthful.”


Award-winning and best-selling author Maggie Carpenter has published over fifty romance novels, and is the recipient of a number Spanking Romance Reviews awards spanning a variety of genres. Her readers describe her work as, romantic, funny, suspenseful, beyond a five-star read, exciting romance with a ton of surprises.
Her work includes a best-selling twelve-book contemporary cowboy series, Cowboys After Dark, (, a warrior fantasy trilogy, Warriors After Dark, ( contemporary love stories, and several Victorian romances. His Willful Bride was a #1 best-seller for several weeks and a BookBub Feature Deal. She is best known for her smart, witty, strong-willed women who  bring unexpected challenge, mystery and humor into the lives of passionate, dominant men.
Maggie has a history in show-business both in front of and behind the camera, but moved from Los Angeles to live in the Pacific Northwest to pursue her writing. She is an equine enthusiast who rides every day, and writes until the wee hours of the morning when her eyes close only because they must.
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