#boneless short ribs

[cookingatclarktowers]

short ribs in a slow cooker

Last Sunday I was kind of an over achiever; of sorts. I must have been hungry when I went grocery shopping since I came home with short ribs, a brisket and some sweet Italian sausages and a plan; well kind of a plan. I hadn’t planned on making everything on Sunday but it didn’t stop me. I had both of my crockpots going and some marinara sauce bubbling on the stovetop. We had the short ribs for…

[zoruanna]

Main Dishes - Tanya's Boneless Short Ribs Boneless, simmering short ribs broiled then thrown in the oven. Easy as 1-2-3. Hubby LOVES this dish and whines when I don't make it. If you like LOTS of sauce double the liquid amounts. Great for indoor cooking nights....

[masterprinter]

Tanya's Boneless Short Ribs Boneless, simmering short ribs broiled then thrown in the oven. Easy as 1-2-3. Hubby LOVES this dish and whines when I don't make it. If you like LOTS of sauce double the liquid amounts. Great for indoor cooking nights....

[dasistleeway]

home dinner: summer vegetables curry & grilled boneless beef short ribs...

[howldean]

i’m having kbbq for the first time tonight!

[ib-dead]

Barbecue Boneless Beef Short Ribs

[plumcreekwagyubeef]

For a truly exceptional beef experience, look no further than Plum Creek Wagyu Beef's 100% Fullblood Wagyu Boneless Short Ribs. These ribs are a gourmet delight that will leave even the most discerning beef connoisseurs in awe. Our commitment to excellence shines through in every succulent bite. Dive into this PDF for comprehensive details and treat yourself to the epitome of beef perfection.

[creepystreetview]

Barbecue Boneless Beef Short Ribs

[tosisrestaurant]

Featured this Friday Feb. 10. Doors open at 5

Beef Short Ribs | 14 Boneless short ribs, slowly braised in a vegetable ragout. Served over rutabaga.

Tosi's Restaurant 4337 Ridge Rd. Stevensville, MI (269) 429-3689 www.tosis.com

[number1lebso]

You ever wonder and realize how shitty Jason's life was?

1. Gets memory wiped and ends up with a kickass best friend leo and a romantic relationship with piper based off a lie from the mist(by the bitch hera) which would later cause him and piper to break up

2. finds out his role as praetor was taken by a dude who'd been at said camp for less than an entire week (he probably didn't care as much but that shit must've felt a tiny bit ego-damaging)

3. Is hit with a brick and/or gets knocked out by some external force in almost every book

4. his mother who had essentially abandonded him was he was an infant had appear as a ghost in front of his eyes and attempted to manipulate him into Gaia's cause and got stabbed by Micheal while on a supposedly simple reconnaissance mission

5. Since the age of 2, he was raised by Lupa in the wolf house; he couldn't show even the slightest sign of weakness or else he'd be free dinner, even when they first met. Lupa had to make sure this was a potential roman prodigy and not a professionally cook boneless short rib dribbled with honey bbq sauce with red bull on the side

6. dudes power was being pushed to its limits to defeat gaia, channeling an entire tornado strong enough to keep her damaged figure from touching the ground. (piper and leo obviously came in clutch, tho.)

8. Piper and him spent months searching for leo, making this last point extremely saddening..

9. Lastly, he ended up getting stabbed twice; once in-between shoulder blades and once in the back by a spear from Caligula. He died without knowing his best friend ended up living.

Jason's life was NOT a good one. (not worse than other demigods but it is definitely up there) I barely see anyone talk about his backstory on here so..

p.s.: feel free to add any more sorrowful facts about Jason's life 👍

[lambsouvlaki]

Waking up*

Characters: Jason Todd x fem!oc

Rating and warnings: E, nsfw. its all smut, folks.

Word count: 760

Summary: Jason wakes up in the arms of his long-term girlfriend. Sleepy and indulgent shenanigans ensue.

Masterlist

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Jason woke up slowly one Saturday morning. He was groggy but perfectly comfortable. Gentle daylight snuck into the room around his curtains, giving the air a soft golden glow. All but one of the blankets had been kicked off the bed during the night to be colonised by an opportunistic dog on the floor. His body felt free of its lingering aches. 

He patted the mattress next to him until he found an arm, then the rest of his girlfriend. He gently pulled her back to him. She rolled with him and snuggled into his body. She rested her cheek on his bare chest. 

“Morning, beautiful,” he mumbled.

“Mmmm good morning, sweetheart.”

He pressed a kiss into her hair. Maybe she had infected him with her chill morning vibe because he felt like he was floating on a cloud. He wasn’t even feeling the aches of the week’s patrols. 

Slow and lethargic, she wiggled her way further up onto his body. Her legs slid on each side of his hips and his hands settled themselves over soft and warm thighs. She must have kicked off her shorts in the night. Her soft tank top had ridden up her ribs. 

She melted onto his lips like the softest silk. He moaned softly into her mouth before they parted with a sigh. 

“What do you want to do today?” he asked.

She smoothed a hand over the hairs on his nape. “Take me for a ride?”

“Sounds good.” 

“We can visit that place. The one with the… the thing.”

He grinned and squeezed her backside. “Mmmhm. The place with the thing.”

“Yeah. That one.” 

Her eyes fluttered shut and she put her head in the crook of his neck. 

Neither made any move to get up. 

He idly massaged her backside, and she mumbled that it felt nice. He slid his fingers over her panties. 

She pressed a soft kiss to his neck. 

He teased her a little more, then pulled aside the fabric and pressed into soft and warm flesh. 

She hummed a pleased sound into his ear. She kissed her way up his neck, and along his jawline, as he languidly explored her, stretching her open and teasing more and more wetness from her. He gently added a second finger, then a third. His girl already responded so beautifully to his touch. He could get drunk off of the little appreciative sounds she made. 

She pushed the band of his boxers down and wrapped her warm and clever fingers around him. He groaned and let his head fall back. Her lips chased his, and swallowed the groan that followed when she pumped him to hardness. 

When he slid up into her, it felt like the most easy and natural thing in the world. They moaned together, and she snuggled back into the crook of his neck. He lightly held the back of her neck with one hand and wrapped his other arm around her waist, luxuriating in the press of warm skin against his. She rocked her hips, slow and boneless. He rolled his hips up lazily to meet her. 

“Jay,” she sighed. “Baby, please.” 

“Why do I gotta do all the work?” he mumbled, unconvincingly. 

She nibbled on his ear. “Oh yeah, I forgot, you hate fucking me into the mattress.”

He grinned and rolled them over, dragging half the blanket with them. She laughed. 

“Spoiled rotten, is what you are.” 

He pinned her down, still moving languid and slow, but in long deep thrusts, making sure she’d feel every inch.

She sought out his lips and they kissed in sloppy brief meetings as they moved together, breathed together, mumbled sweet nothings to each other. 

“You like that, sweets?”

“Feels so good, Jay,” she moaned. “Love the way you give to me. Making me feel like… like…” 

She choked herself up. 

“Like you’re the most precious woman in the world? The most beautiful, the most wonderful?” 

“Yeah,” she whispered. Her legs trembled around him. 

He leaned his forehead against hers. “The only one I want. The only for me. Mine.”

“I love you so much,” she said, her eyes wet, but grinning widely. Her fingers flexed against his muscles and her breath picked up. 

He groaned as her hot and wet muscles flexed tighter around him. He pinned her arms to the bed and kissed her deeply. She sighed as she reached climax, and he gladly let go and followed her into searing, heart-stopping bliss. She wriggled her arms free, and wound herself around him, as close as they could possibly be.

[silverdune]

this siren song is not your calling | c.sn

"you were supposed to be no different.."

minors dni. ageless blogs dni. blank blogs dni. you'll be blocked.

genre: fantasy/horror

character(s): choi san (ft. you as a seafarer)

tags: siren!san, seafarer!reader, captain!reader, ships, ocean, san has a tail (merpeople), scales and webbed fingers, angst, one cuss, mild gore

word count: 879

summary: choi san is a proud siren, one who has been watching and waiting to capture you for a while. but when he finally tries, something strange occurs..

a/n: ik this is quite short, i just thought of this concept the other day and wanted to write it; lmk if you're interested in an expansion? i'm up for writing more if you want to see more :)

He thought he had had you wrapped up from day one.

That's what he likes to believe anyway.

Choi San was a proud siren, chest in the air without a single thought paid to the hearts that became his trophies. Every sailor that attempted to parry his advances found themselves beneath the depths of his ocean plinth and the beating organ in their rib cage became another plaque on his figurative wall.

You were supposed to be no different.

Your ship had passed by many times, and he had taken note of your schedule once he caught on to how often you would take this exact route. Once San learned you were the captain, just from observation alone, a smirk appeared on his face. You would be his first.

When your ship passed through this waters for the dozenth time, he clambered forth onto his rock and waited for your approach. His pupils shifted to daggers, much like the shape of his teeth, his webbed fingers shimmering against the moonlight as water trickled down his hands.

He had done this so many times before; San had laughed to himself as he watched your ship glide across the waters. This was going to be easy.

Pushing himself up over the rock, he licked his lips a few times, ready to sing the song that he had rehearsed many times for this occasion. No one else would hear this song - this was for you and you alone.

Opening his mouth wide, a whistling cry sprung from his larynx, causing the ocean around him to ripple within an inch of its life. You could mistake the effect for a major thunderstorm or tornado, a testament to the sheer power in his lungs and voice.

Your ship continued to sail as if unaffected by the song. San thought to himself that in mere seconds you would be veering towards him, completely bound to his will and unable to escape. He was beyond excited to add your heart to his collection.

And yet, you sailed on by, remaining undeterred, and to that, he stopped.

His lips almost quivered as they sealed shut. He shuddered against the rock, disturbed by the fact that nothing had come of this attempt to allure you.

Glancing up, his cerulean eyes burning like an eel in the murkiest depths, he screamed again, but it wasn't so melodic as it was mangled in his defeat.

San had failed to enrapture you. He had failed to take your heart.

A loss so cruel it sent his boneless body back to the water.

But San did not intend to give up. He was going to have your heart, one way or another.

The next time you appeared, he did the same thing again, but this time made his presence better known. He was unmistakable, his tail a brilliant forest green, his shoulders brandishing well kept scales of a burgundy hue.

San glared across the waters, watching and waiting for your ship to be within reach. When he saw you take to the bow and hold a telescope to one eye, he opened his mouth to sing once again.

That was when you pointed your telescope directly at him.

Through the telescope, you spotted the siren on the rock, and upon closer inspection, dropped the telescope overboard and into the sea.

“Fuck!” you exclaimed. You almost threw yourself over trying to grab it, and just about managed to with your legs halfway in the air. The balustrade was nearly piercing your skin with how hard you were holding on, and the blood rushed to your head in seconds.

San shut his mouth and shot up, back completely straight. His eyes grew wide when he saw you.. and for some reason, he felt an urge to do something.

All caution, thought and sense was thrown out the window when he dived into the ocean and swam at great speed towards your ship. The second he got to you, he popped out from beneath the surface of the water and looked up at you.

Your jaw dropped.

As did his own.

No, no, no..

San did not have time to think about this. He brought a hand out of the water, splayed his fingers, then pushed his palm out, which sent you flying backwards over the railing and onto the deck of your ship.

The landing was sudden and unpleasant. The telescope was still firmly in your grasp. Your crew was rushing over to help.

Every voice blurred and melded into one big cacophony of noise.

The only thing you could see in your mind was the siren.

What was more horrifying was that.. you knew him.

San..

San didn't even return to his rock. He instead disappeared to the cavern where he often resided when he wasn't taking in the sun or the sights of his potential targets.

The tears were plain to see, even in the water.

Your name looped incessantly in his head even as he willed it to leave him be. Your face was now the only picture and it made him scream into the ether.

Now he understood why you did not respond. His siren song could not have persuaded you.

For your heart had already been his once before.

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[thoughtportal]

Panang Curry Short Ribs

Ingredients

  

2 lbs boneless beef short ribs

1 tbsp salt

1 tbsp oil

2 large shallots

5 cloves garlic

1 can panang curry paste

1 tbsp flour

3 L unsalted beef broth (enough to just cover the beef)

1 can coconut milk (400ml)

½ tbsp fish sauce

1 tbsp sugar

Garnish

crushed peanuts

parsley

Instructions

Cut your beef short ribs into equal pieces about 3 inches in length.

2 lbs boneless beef short ribs

Season lightly with salt.

1 tbsp salt

Into a hot dutch oven add 1 tbsp of oil and sear the beef on all sides. Set aside after they are all evenly browned.

1 tbsp oil

Into the same pot, add your rough chopped shallots, cloves of garlic, and panang curry paste. Stir 30 seconds.

2 large shallots, 5 cloves garlic, 1 can panang curry paste

Add flour, stir until you can no longer see any more flour.

1 tbsp flour

Add beef stock, only enough to barely cover the beef.

3 L unsalted beef broth

Cover with a lid and place in the oven at 350F for 2.5 hours or until the beef is fork tender.

Remove the beef from the pot and set aside for later.

Add 1 can coconut milk, season with fish sauce, and sugar. Allow it to simmer on the stove uncovered for 10 minutes.

1 can coconut milk, ½ tbsp fish sauce, 1 tbsp sugar

Serve the sauce on top of your beef short ribs. Garnish with crushed peanuts, parsley, and any other greens you have.

crushed peanuts, parsley

[thelcsdaily]

Pepper Steak and Onions

There is no doubt that cooking has gotten more efficient. I've been putting more of an emphasis on making great, straightforward dishes that are also quick to prepare, like this marinated beef, which takes very little preparation time and is really flexible. It is intended to be grilled or pan-fried on a cooktop. The marinade goes nicely with beef, chicken, or pork. It's a great main meal for a busy weeknight.

The type of beef is crucial. My preferred cuts are trimmed hanger steak or boneless short rib, but top sirloin, rib eye, or skirt steak would also work nicely in this recipe if they are tender and well-marbled. The secret is to slice the meat thinly so that the marinade ingredients may be absorbed rapidly.

“There is one thing more exasperating than a wife who can cook and won't, and that's a wife who can't cook and will.”― Robert Frost

[just-horrible-things]

‘Verse: Box Boy Universe Story: A Girl Called Spider Timeline: A ways into Rayce’s training

Crate [Prev | Next]

It doesn't take the full hour to satisfy Divya's anger, even though her injured hand continues to throb as an insistent reminder. Her trainee is a sweat-drenched, squirming mess. He's lost his voice from screaming. 

He's paying for his decision, and it soothes the bitter blaze of anger back to calm. 

She doesn't feel bad about venting. It's best to get the anger out now, in the first phase of punishment while it's appropriate. This is meant to be the Pet’s rock bottom, the nightmare he'll look back on and do anything to avoid in future. 

The next step is teaching him the lessons she foolishly let him convince her he'd already learned. And for that she needs to be calm, and he needs to be back on planet earth. 

But right now, after a less than optimal night, what she needs is more coffee. She catches the newest junior in the hall, and hands off responsibility to him for the time being.

Not that he's really a junior, he has four years of experience in… Romantics, if she recalls correctly? But he's new to S Wing, and that means reduced responsibility while they find out if he's a good fit for the somewhat less by-the-books environment. 

With his help she flips the trainee onto his front so that he's less likely to choke if he throws up again. They change the ring gag for a rubber bit – keeping a stick between his teeth to prevent biting during the changeover – so that he can drink. The ring comes away with blood on the stainless steel.

The Pet manages a few sips of water, sucked from a cloth. Only a little of it is dribbled onto the table. Divya helps the new guy double check all the straps. Then she takes her coffee break, confident that her trainee will be monitored while she’s gone.

She meets up with Rory just after ten as promised. Rory's brought a wire dog crate – and not a large one. You could probably get the animal confiscated for keeping anything bigger than a terrier in there. 

"I love these," Rory says. "Set them off the ground and any mess they make falls through, keeps them from breathing it or lying in it. And if you get the size right they don't have enough room to struggle and hurt themselves."

It takes a small team to fold the sobbing Pet into the crate. Sure enough, when he’s curled tightly over his knees his back very nearly touches the mesh at the top, and the sides keep his elbows close to his ribs.

Rory uses the straps round the top of the trainee’s calves to pull his knees wide, making plenty of room for his forehead to rest against the mesh between them. The straps fasten off to the sides of the crate. Wrists and elbows get secured to the front and top so that his arms pin his head in place. Ankles are secured on a short strap to the back edge. Once fully trussed up, there really aren’t a lot of ways for him to hurt himself. 

Then they heft the cage onto a pair of tables, one under each edge, and secure it firmly to both. 

"With a sober Dog I'd call this safe," Rory says, "but with this many pharms in the mix, I still want him checked every fifteen minutes. And give him fifty to a hundred mils of water each time, he's sweating like crazy. We can move to half-hourly as he starts to come down."

Divya takes responsibility for most of the check-ups. She is his primary, after all. And it's not a complex task. Check pulse, check that no part of him is going blue. Mostly just lay eyes on him and make sure he's not choking or seizing or dead. 

The Pet they pull from the crate at the end of the day is a boneless mannequin. He mewls a little as his knees drag across the mesh, as his compressed joints uncurl. Then he's quiet again, limp in Rory's arms.

"Isn't that an improvement." Rory's voice is soft, but he's not really talking to the dazed, empty-eyed Pet. "I think you're ready to be good now, don't you?" No response. The snitch’s mouth is slack around the rubber bit. "Divya, come sit with him. Remind him that he can be good."

"He's filthy," Hannah interjects, disgusted on Divya's behalf. "That's what the coveralls are for," Divya points out. "It's good for him to be disgusting right now. He'll beg me for a shower tomorrow."

It takes two to carry the trainee, despite the weight he's lost. The Guard Dog handlers are used to that. They sling him between them like a sack of potatoes, and Divya follows them to the lounge room.

It’s a white-walled training room much like the rest, but made up as a sparse stage set imitation of a lounge. There's a plush rug on the floor, where good Pets get to kneel instead of on the cold, hard tiles. There's a couch for the handlers – and for Romantics when they're invited, a coffee table, and little else – besides the screen set into the wall where a TV might be, protected by a plate of toughened glass. 

Divya sits on the couch, and her trainee is dumped into her lap. Rory grins at her, clearly pleased with himself. "I hope you're up for some overtime," he says, "I think your trainee needs some attention while he's nice and well-behaved." "I agree."

"I've asked Hertz to take over for the night shift – hand over to him when you're done here. I don't want the trainee sleeping tonight, but if it's gentle we should be able to get him back to the land of the living tomorrow. Then we can work on comprehension. Sound good?" "Sounds good." He tosses a bottle of water to her, and she only barely remembers not to try and catch. "I'll give you two some privacy then. Have a good night." “And you.”

Divya looks down at the Pet in her lap. He’s awake. If she waves her hand above him, his eyes track the motion. But other than that, he might as well be unconscious. He doesn't look at her, only through her. 

"You're going to be good now," she tells him, with the warmth of total confidence. He has no other option. "All you have to do is take what you're given. All you have to do is not fight me. It's as easy as that."

She runs her fingers through the greasy mess of his hair. No reaction. He's elsewhere, gone out of his head. That's fine, it suits their purposes right now. It makes him good.

"Good boy," she murmurs, cupping the side of his face. "Drink." He can't help but obey. "Good boy. You can be good, can't you now. Just lie still for me."

Slowly, gently, minimising the inevitable pain of touching his inflamed skin, she pets his neck. Then his chest, his arms, his stomach. It’s the same touch exercise he normally struggles so much with, just this time in slow motion and with him sprawled bonelessly across her lap.

He's still as a doll, and silent. The closest he comes to flinching is shivering lightly under Divya’s palms. Even when she fondles his crotch, he doesn't react in the slightest.

"Good," she tells him, over and over. "That's good. It's so easy, isn't it? So much easier than fighting. All you have to do is take what you're given."

Despite the touch, despite all the pain he’s still feeling, the Pet begins to fall asleep.

Divya is delighted. They agreed on no sleep, but this is entirely different. This is ideal, relief and reward paired with submission to his handler’s control and surrender of his boundaries. This is more important than the deprivation.

Besides, she won't let him have long. 

She keeps the touch continuous while he sleeps, roaming methodically up and down across his body. As boredom – and tiredness – start to set in, she moves one hand from the Pet to her phone and finds something to read while her other hand continues to move over his skin.

Every so often he twitches a little, dreaming.

Perhaps she loses track of time, because when Hertz eventually sticks a head round the door to check if everything’s okay, it’s almost ten o’ clock at night.

"Very much so," Divya replies. "But it is about time he woke up.” A yawn overtakes her, and she stifles it behind her phone. “... and I should really get home. Thanks for taking him," she adds, pushing the trainee off her lap. He falls limply in a pile of limbs. The hoarse, muffled sound of his startle comes two seconds after the impact with the floor. "I know sleep watch is tedious work." "Are you kidding?” Hertz returns. “It's a chance to put my feet up! I barely have to do a thing all shift. Favourite job, especially at night. " Divya laughs. "Each to their own. Have a good night, then."

She knows she will. She’ll sleep soundly tonight.

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[spaghettificationandpretzels]

Hiya! So very excited about your pick and mix challenge!

Please could you write for Ivar the boneless being possessive, with praise, manhandling and edging and if you fancy throwing in a little hand on ass impact play then feel free 🥵

I can’t wait read this! Thanks 🤩

Masterlist

You're mine

Contains: Fluff, possessive Ivar, Dom Ivar/sub Reader, consent, praise kink, manhandling, edging, hand on ass spanking, fingering, P in V, aftercare.

1.6K words

Comment if you want to be tagged/removed or follow #sp's kinkfest pick and mix

You're Ivar and he wants to make sure you know it.

"Come on wife, we have to get up."

You rubbed your face, "it is far too early Ivar, why do we have to greet our visitors when it's still dark? It's so cold outside, just lay here with me for a little longer."

Ivar chuckled, "alright, but after that you know we have to start the day." Ivar pulled you into his arms and rested his cheek on the top of your head, "I'm sorry this happened on such short notice, I know you don't enjoy these big feasts."

You sighed, "it's alright my love, we have to do these things or we look weak."

Ivar kissed your forehead, "I will make sure I spend as much of the night with you as I can. If there's anything worse than having to indulge these people, it's having to do it without you."

You reached up and put your hand on his cheek, Ivar turning his head to kiss your palm, "I love you so much."

Ivar smiled, "I love you too. Now come on, it's time to get up."

You got dressed and threw on a cloak, making sure to wrap Ivar's legs extra tight so the cold didn't hurt them, and then you were making your way to the docks, "are you ready to greet our guests?"

You nodded, "I am, I could use some herbal tea first but I will have to make it on my own energy."

Ivar sighed, "you are your tea, maybe they've brought some with them to gift us, will that make all this worth your while?"

"Yes, I think it will."

You welcomed the visiting party and made your way into the Great Hall, the flesh pressing had already started and you weren't all that interested but the warriors seemed excited and they had brought enough trade with them to secure a happy friendship. Ivar spoke with one of the leaders while you showed the servants around.

Ivar and his brothers, at your insistence, had done their best to get to know the people who kept their lives so organised. Soon enough, they learnt that happy, healthy and comfortable servants meant a well run kingdom. It also had the effect that visiting servants were less likely to help with a coup which had been beyond helpful of late.

The smile on of the lower warriors gave you as you showed him to his general's room went over your head, Ivar didn't blame you, always the humble one telling him they were just being nice but Ivar knew the truth and he would be keeping an eye on the lesser man until his party left in a week, in the meantime, he had people to entertain.

****

You rubbed your face, this ass had been going on and on about the rough seas on his journey for hours, no matter how many times you went to leave, telling him you had to talk to other guests, he managed to pull you back into the conversation. Ivar had been watching for a far, well aware you could look after yourself, it only took you telling him one for him to listen. You tried to leave one last time and then you looked to Ivar for help and Ivar got up in a flash.

He came behind your and ran his hand from your shoulders to your ribs as he leaned over, "are you having a good night my love?"

Your smile didn't reach your eyes and Ivar saw that, "I am, are you?"

Ivar shook his head, "no, you have been away from me every minute of the night and it's been dreadful."

The warrior deflated, "you're right, your husband is very attentive."

Ivar smiled, "have you been bragging about me again?"

"Always, did you need me elsewhere?"

Ivar nodded, "yes, I was coming over to get you."

Ivar took your hand and you stood up, "it was nice meeting you."

The warrior gave a tight smile, "you too."

Ivar took your hand and walked you all the way back to the bedroom, waving at his brothers to handle the court for the rest of the night. Once you got to the bedroom, he was slamming you against the door, "I couldn't stand watching you put up with him any longer, was he as unbearable as he looked?"

You nodded as you tore at his shirt, "yes, it was terrible."

Ivar took your wrists in his hand and led you to the bed, "you are so good to me, putting up with all that so we have peace. I am a lucky King." His praise was paired with his tight grip on your arms and it was making it hard to think. "Why didn't you wave me over sooner?"

His tone wasn't harsh, "I didn't want to take you away from more important matters."

His face changed as he rushed to rip off your dress, "more important matters? Your happiness and comfort is my most important matter."

Ivar had you stripped naked, only his chest uncovered, "I think we need to remedy that thought." He moved in a flurry of shoving hands and lifting arms and then you were moved over his knee, "you get ten, and then we talk."

The first hit was soft and the second a little harder, his hand ran down you skin before it really started, "three." You gasped as they fell, counting like your life depended on it because if you stopped or lost count, he would start again.

"Do you know why you got spanked?"

You nodded, "I didn't ask for help when I needed it."

He smiled, "good girl, lay on your back and get comfortable." He paused to remove his braces and his pants and you did as he asked, settling in with your head on the pillows and Ivar's lips pressed to your neck, sucking the skin into his mouth. "I still think you need to learn your lesson. If you had come to me sooner, I would have spent the whole night making you come, but you're going to have to wait now." He paused to remove his braces and his pants.

His lips never left your neck and his hand moved down your body, he groaned when he reached your core, "good girl, always so wet and responsive for me." His fingers ran through your slit, spreading the wetness before sliding two thick fingers inside you and placing his thumb on your clit. He started slow, going between spreading open his fingers and pressing his fingertips to your G-spot.

Far too soon, you were scratching at his arms, "please Ivar."

He smirked, "no." As you approached the edge, he slowed to a stop, giving you time to come back down.

"You're going to be waiting a long time so settle in." Ivar didn't lie, you could hear the part winding down as he built you up and stopped over and over again. You had tears in your eyes before he pulled back and shoved his fingers into his mouth, "you've been so good, I think I'll give you my cock now. Is that something you want?"

You nodded, "please, please, I can't take it anymore."

Ivar smiled and climbed on top of you, rubbing your nose with his, "good girl." He gripped his cock and ran it up and down your slit, looking at you one last time for your consent. When you craned your head and kissed him, Ivar took the message and slid inside you with a grunt. "By the Gods you're tight, you could kill a man." You moaned against his skin as he heaped on the praise, you grabbed his shoulders and Ivar shifted, grabbing your wrists in his hands and holding you down onto the bed.

"Keep them up there and I'll let you come."

You nodded as he let go of your wrists, "yes Ivar."

He smiled, "good girl, my good girl. You try so hard for me, I think I should reward you." His hand found your clit as he angled his cock to hit your G-spot, it took you seconds to fall off the edge, the orgasm causing you to cry out in bliss, "good girl."

Ivar followed you right after, roaring into your skin, "you take me so well." He kissed your softly as he rolled off you, "I'm going to tell the servants to bring you something to eat while I clean you up, does that sound good to you?"

You nodded, "that does, thank you." Ivar didn't take long, he threw on his clothes and wandered outside, then stopped by the table to damped a cloth to clean you while you both waited for the food.

Ivar had gotten some fruit and meat, rather than hand you a spoon, he fed it all to you on bits of bread, "I am a lucky woman."

Ivar smiled, "I am only giving you what you deserve."

You yawned and his smile widened, "sleep now, we can deal with your guests in the morning."

****

When you saw your neck in the morning, Ivar smiled, "I think you should wear that low cut dress for breakfast today."

You shook your head, "I will but you are a heathen."

Ivar pulled you into his arms his teeth finding your neck, "be good or I'll make sure there are new ones before you go out there."

You took a deep breath, "whatever you want husband."

You and Ivar were late to breakfast and Ivar told you later that he would remember the warrior expression at your bruised neck for the rest of his life.

Fin