Sword Belt Spanking
This is why it never pays to piss off a good man who wears a sword belt:
He sighed and stood up, slapping the belt lightly against his thigh.
“Well, then,” he said. “Best get on wi’ it. You’ve done considerable damage by crossing my orders, and I’m going to punish you for it, Claire. Ye’ll recall what I told ye when I left ye this morning?” I recalled all right, and I hastily flung myself across the bed so my back was pressed to the wall.
“What do you mean?”
“Ye know quite well what I mean,” he said firmly. “Kneel down by the bed and lift your skirts, lass.”
…”I will not allow you to beat me,” I said firmly, keeping a tight hold of the bedpost.”
“Oh, ye won’t?” He raised a sandy brow. “Well, I’ll tell ye, lass, I doubt you’ve much to say about it…”
“I’ll scream!”
“Likely. If not before, certainly during. I expect they’ll hear ye at the next farm; you’ve got a good set of lungs.” He grinned odiously and came across the bed after me.
From Outlander by Diana Gabaldon, as found at Hermione’s Heart.





