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ANNOUNCEMENTS: UPDATED 12/16/2017

Happy Holidays, fellow Kinkmemers! I have returned and have no reasonable excuse for my absence except LIFE. I will be working on updating the archives. If anyone sees anything amiss, please let me know.

I am also hoping to find another Mod and an Archivist.

The more dedicated people we have in this Meme the less chance of it dying. I admit that being the sole keeper of the Meme is not great for the fandom. If something were to happen to me, for good, this place would go the way of the Fallout Kink Meme. Let's not let that happen! If anyone would be interested in Modding/Archiving, please drop me a line. Thanks! <3

From: (Anonymous)
Vilkas' warm tongue gliding up her thigh brought her sharply back to the present. His teeth nipped the delicate flesh of her inner thigh, then his hands had both her cheeks enfolded, nails scraping across her shivering skin. His lips left her flesh, leaving her breathing in quick gasps. Her back arched, pushing her ass toward her husband as he stepped back.

“Why do I have to remind you, Dear?” his hand rose and fell, then again. She whined and cringed away slightly, then pushed her hips back as his palm smoothed over the two newest marks. Feeling himself straining at the laces of his pants, he sat down a moment, leaning back on the bed near his pouting wife. Her blue eyes moved over his face while he sipped his mead, over his strong chest, lingered a moment on the wedge of dark hair that plunged under the waistband of his pants. Took in the obvious state of excitement he was in and groaned. A pleading look entered her eye for a moment, while she rolled her hips, arching her back so her pretty, flushed behind was visible over her shoulders.

Vilkas took his time finishing his mead, made her squirm and wait, then set the cup aside. “Now where were we? You were beginning to remember that Companions are not thieves, aye.” He pushed himself from the bed, and stood near her, hand on her hip.

“It might sound familiar.” She quipped over her shoulder. He was quick, she would give him that, another slap to her burning bottom. She cried out in surprise and bit it back as soon as she could.

“Quiet, love. Keep your pretty mouth shut or I'll stop again. Count.” He was still pissed she could tell, but he was well practiced by now in keeping his temper when spanking her.

“To what?” She asked. Usually he gave her a number to count to, if she missed one, he would start over after a long wait, in which she could only anticipate the next round.

“I'll tell you when you get there.” His finger traced down her back, between her cheeks and down further into the dampness beading there. As he probed a little deeper, she arched up just right and he pulled his hand away, to lick it clean again. “Delicious as always, love.” smack.

“One!” She called out softly, head rolling onto the bed.

Vilkas made her count, varying his tempo, leaving her wondering when each stinging smack would land, not knowing when his palms would smooth the heat across her whole ass, or kiss a particularly red mark. She quivered and moaned softly as she counted, sometimes begging, trying to bargain. His fingers would slide down and tap gently at her swollen clitoris, scratch through the tiny patch of hair on her mound before pulling away again. And still she counted.

Vilkas made her stop at thirty. She was weak kneed and trembling head to toe. Sweat beaded on her body. Leaning against the bed for support, she moaned and writhed in torment. Her behind was burning, sensitive, bright welts rising here or there.

“Good, I'm proud of you, lovely. You didn't lose count, you stayed quiet, and most importantly, you didn't let go.” His voice soothed her mind in the same way his circling hands were soothing her inflamed bottom. He whispered soft, sweet praises for taking her swats so well. Eventually, he went and sat at the edge of the bed. “Come here, wife, I'm still thinking we need to talk about these things that keep happening.”

He watched as she pushed herself off the bed with shaking arms, slowly unfolding her nails from the leather they had bitten into. She released the straps and straightened up, letting her dress fall back around her knees. She crawled onto his lap, straddling his hips, while she nuzzled under his chin.

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