He stood behind the large table that had been set up for the tax collection in the village square, his thoughts on Meadow, the beautiful lass who had snuck into his tent last night. The beautiful lass he had taken his sword belt to, no less. His cock hardened each time he recalled the image of her bent over the stool with her skirts raised to reveal her pale arse cheeks as she awaited punishment. She had accepted the strapping bravely, despite never having even been spanked before. He wondered about that, wondered why she hadn’t endured discipline before. Had her parents let her run wild? Or was she just normally well-behaved, save for her slip last night? It didn’t matter. He would probably never see the girl again. Most of the villagers filing up to pay their taxes were male heads of household. A few wives accompanied their husbands, but that was it. She’d told him she wasn’t married, and it was unlikely that she’d accompany her father today.
