The Presentation of Princess Kyrinna Farrasco 2/21/15

     Ky Takao steps forward, dragging Kyrinna with him... He bows "your Majesty... Baron Quinn .... good evening."
    Quinn Augustine (QuinnAugustine Resident) stands talking with the Queen as he turns his head a little noticing Ky and an unfamiliar woman with him. "Greeting Ky , good to see you"  He looks to the female, admiring her fine dress, attire, very well kept and nods to her "..and a pleasure meeting you as well".
    DeeDee Werefox turns her eyes from her discussion with the Baron to regard the arriving Captain of the Guard and his companion. At his greeting, she finishes turning fully and dips her chin and lashes in response, "ah, Captain..nice to see you again...and who do you have with you tonight?" arching a brow and smiling pleasantly at the woman, her gaze drifting languidly over her..
    Kyrinna Farrasco hangs back, but as the Queen turns, she dips in polite curtsy and offers a shy smile to her and the man to her side.
    Ky Takao turns to the side... he gestures toward Kyrinna “Your Highness, I would like to introduce the princess Kyrinna, from Babbenburg. She … “ Ky gives Kyrinna a careful look, then shifts his attention back to the Queen “she wishes to serve your Kingdom here, as a tribute, your Majesty.”
    Quinn Augustine (QuinnAugustine Resident) turns to the Queen hearing his words and then to Kyrinna "Excellent news. i am sure she will use her time wisely here and be of great service and pleasure."
    DeeDee Werefox listens and then nods, her back arching a bit, head moving to a more aristocratic angle. She moves then, her eyes narrowing slightly, hips a smooth sway under yards of gray silk and lace, and closes the distance between them. Reaching out,  she would attempt to touch the woman's chin, tipping it up to force her eyes to meet her own pale blues, "Ah..so..princess Kyrinna.  Lovely name, if a tad cumbersome....perhaps princess Kyr for short....and from Babbenburg you say...our friends to the south. Lovely." She nods then, as if it is decided, her eyes sliding coolly down the woman's body and back up to her eyes, "I believe we can work with this, but we must see...so...princess Kyr do take off that gown so that we can see if you have the makings of a princess."
    Quinn Augustine (QuinnAugustine Resident) keeps his distance some feet behind the Queen observing.
    Kyrinna Farrasco's head is pounding with the rush of blood spiked with adrenalin. Her fingers curl into tight balls as the regal figure steps forward. She stays perfectly still when the Queen reaches out to cup her chin, trying to keep her gaze averted, but curiosity winning out. When she hears the command, her first instinct is to look to Ky, but she quickly catches herself and begins to unbutton her bodice with trembling fingers.
    Ky Takao keeps close... ready to 'help' He nods to Kyrinna "you must obey... " he nods again "you can do it" He relaxes a bit when he sees that she is complying ... "yes...' he whispers "good girl."
    DeeDee Werefox steps back, the thick heavy gray and black skirts sweeping the stones with every step. She watches closely, noting all, for details rarely allude her. What she sees are the girl's tightly clenched hands, the furtive darting of barely controlled eyes, and the shaking and quivering of the truly afraid.  Finally, she notes the Captain and cocks a brow, her tone cool, smooth, rich, almost amused, "Tell me, Captain, how did the princess come to your...attentions? Are you familiar in her families' court?"
    Kyrinna Farrasco shrugs the fabric from her shoulders, and it begins to slide down her curves. When she feels the rush of air against her bared breasts, she instinctively grasps at the covering, pulling it back up to shield her flesh. She tenses, sensing Ky close beside her. Her hands drop slowly to her sides and the dress continues it's inexorable slide down her body until it finally pools at her feet.
    Ky Takao blinks ... then carefully composes his face, striving to keep a neutral expression. "oh, no, not a familiar, your Majesty ... not at court. Her Uncle and I were comrades during the late troubles on the continent... " Ky frowns, makes a face "he has fallen into some trouble, sad to say ... and I have agreed to help his niece make her way in the world. " He bows to the Queen "and what better way for a young lass, to make her fortune than to ..." Ky blinks, distracted by Kyr's nakedness... "ah... yes, exactly ... what better way, then to satisfactorily serve here ... " Ky tries not the stare at the naked girl.
    DeeDee Werefox keeps her gaze on princess, her oceanic blues' focus shifting from her pale flesh to her face and back, time and time again, merely arching a brow as the girl raced to capture that bit of material fortitude, but nodding in approval when she found the courage and self control to let it go.  She turns to the stuttering Captain with an arch to both brows, her words honeyed with amusement, "Captain, you are acting as if you have never seen a naked woman before...and I know that is far from the truth..." She laughs then, amused with herself, before turning back to the girl, her head again regal, voice kind but cool, casual, dripping with assumed authority, "You will need to be groomed, of course, but you will do quite nicely.  Now...princess
Kyr, are you ready for some of our more...basic tenets, or has your.....caretaker....shared them with you?" brows arched again, gaze sliding between the two most on edge members of the group, and smirking slightly as she does.
    Quinn Augustine (QuinnAugustine Resident) laughs to himself as he listens to the Queen, her never ending humor always entertaining. He keeps back, looking Kyrinna over , her soft , fair skin, her red full lips, dark red hair hanging over each side of her well sculpted face. Seeing that she has the assets any man would enjoy taking, possessing..teaching " Very true, My Queen. he is no stranger to the naked opposite sex" He turns his attention to Kyrinna, eyes fixed on her for a moment before asking her " What are you feeling at this moment as opposed to when you first arrived?
    Kyrinna Farrasco is lost now and her expression must betray that every bit as much as her body language, as her fingers flex, fighting the urge to fold across her loins and breasts as she watches the Queen's appraising gaze. She looks to Ky, her pupils dilating, a silent query and plea for help. The other man's voice startles her and her head whips around to stare back at him. She stammers, the poise and confidence of her upbringing swept away by the intensity of her situation. "I....I..." She drops her gaze, swallowing hard. "Apprehension", she whispers, then jerks her head up, a panicked glance to Ky before she returns her focus to the Baron.. ".....and excitement!"
    Ky Takao nods to the Queen, smiling at Kyr's exclamation "No... I have not explained everything to her... The princess Janessa demonstrated ... Well..." Ky shakes his head, then gestures to Kyr "she knows that she has much to learn..." He gives Kyrinna a look, the tone of his voice changes, becoming a little harder... more commanding "and she knows that she must obey ... must obey every instruction, no matter how lewd. " He frowns... looks to the Queen, to Baron Quinn "her inexperience may hamper her quickness... but, I expect she will respond well to correction"
    DeeDee Werefox continues to regard the girl, her attention moving smoothly from one speaker to the next, eyes lighting on the Baron and then the Captain and finally the girl. "Both worthy emotions, princess....for there is much to enjoy and find excitement in, but the unknown is always rests on us a  bit uneasily."  As she regards princess Kyr, she reaches behind her.....pulling out a small red paddle she had tucked in a hidden pocket of her skirts, the handle fitting nicely into her palm, her other hand teasing over the smooth flat surface as she approached the girl slowly, her words whiskey smooth but expecting compliance, "Well, no time like the present for a bit of a lesson." Circling the girl, she said calmly, "There are two poses you should learn. One is resting and one is at attention. Resting is on your knees with your hands clasp to the back of your neck, thighs parted...for you have no secrets from us...and at attention is standing, feet apart and hands again to back of your neck...Assume that one now..."
    Quinn Augustine (QuinnAugustine Resident) folds his arms and continues to look at the girl, thinking of so many possibilities. His eyes turn to his left hearing the queen, watching her hands clasp the smooth paddle in her hand, advancing to the girl. He smiles " She will learn very quickly, for the rewards of doing so, will be worth the effort" He turns to Ky "I do believe she will be much improved when she earns the right to return home. I do look forward to her here."
    Kyrinna Farrasco's head spins, so much having happened since she arrived such a short time ago. She catches only half of what the Queen says and doesn't see the small paddle she retrieves from the folds of her skirt. She closes her eyes, trying to picture the way the girl she had seen earlier had presented herself. She lifts her arms, clasping her hands behind her back and slides her feet a little way apart, blushing at the conversation centering on her attributes.
    Ky Takao's eyes gleam as he watches the naked Kyr struggle to comply with the sudden demands on her. His eyes flick to the Queen, to Quinn... then back to the girl. He is smiling as he reaches forward... his fingertips brush the curve of her breast... fingertips dragging one at a time over her nipple. He tugs on her nipple now "Back straight, Kyrinna... no, better yet, bend your back... thrust those perky breasts forward."
    DeeDee Werefox watches the girl assume the position, moving behind her, the only heralds being the click of heels, the swish of silk, and the heady scent of lilac. She watches the Captain and pauses, until finally she speaks, "and....our purpose...the purpose of myself, my nobles, and my village, is to train you to some day reclaim a place in your kingdom when your service is done, but returning wiser, humbled, and able to lead with wisdom and self control, and not the wanton selfishness of the privileged.......so........to that end..." and before she says more, two loud cracks of the red paddle to the firm pale ass of the princess, the skin, the cheeks, bouncing with each, the "crack" echoing off the quiet night walls. Continuing then when the echoes have died away,, "We punish when we wish...and you will learn to accept it....and more yet......enjoy it.." She turns first to the Captain then with an arch to her brow. and then to the Baron......"Captain, Baron, help the girl forget that pain with a touch of your hands now....and I will help her marry the two."
    Quinn Augustine (QuinnAugustine Resident) nods to the queen and steps forward, lifting his hand to her soft, fair skin. He places his open hand on her hip, gripping his fingers firmly as they wrap around it. Slowly he slides his palm up the sensitive flesh of her waist, her side, to her breast, cupping it gently. His eyes look to the queen, obeying her request. Her scent fills his nostrils, very pleasing to the senses.  He begins to massage her breast, her skin, after the loud pop is heard.
    Kyrinna Farrasco shivers, whimpering softly when Ky's fingers skim across her nipples, but she complies with his request, leaning forward a little. The Queen's speech tumbles over her like a gentle flow of water, but it is only when the paddle connects soundly with the soft skin of her rump, that the sense of what she is saying begins to register. She jolts forward, one foot sliding out to steady herself as the second blow lands. She manages to stifle a cry, but is quite unprepared for the teasing fondle of the Baron as she steps closer, eyes wide with alarm, caught in the web the three weave around her.
    Ky Takao drops a hand to Kyr's crotch. His palm up, his hand between her legs... he is barely touching her... but the slightest movement of the girl's hips ... or any reaction to a blow of the Queen's paddle, would rub her sex against his hand. His other hand reaches behind her... his touch brushing over the marks on her ass, left by the paddle... a quick soothing touch... then he withdraws his hand, out of the way if the queen were to strike again.
    DeeDee Werefox stands back, watching the pale fleshy orbs of the princesses' bottom grow rosy, so unaccustomed to the kiss of a paddle. She focuses on the princess, knowing this is much for her, but also knowing that immersion will only make it easier. As the men touched her, teasing her and coaxing her to life, she watched, waited for the Captain to remove his hand and once again stepped forward, snapping her wrist, the red heart shaped wood connecting with a loud "crack" again on the smooth ass cheeks, the fleshy mounds bouncing with each connection. She speaks and her voice is cool, "You will learn this....that pain and pleasure are one, two sides of a coin....and both teach you the control and the humility you need...."
    Quinn Augustine (QuinnAugustine Resident) tilts his head, watching her reaction , her expression. His fingers travel higher to her red full lips, stroking his fingertip along the smooth texture of it.. from one side to the other. Impressed with her concentration, her ability to remain upright, quiet. He places his other hand across her stomach, gently pressing against her flesh as if to hold her against the next swing of the paddle if the queen desired to do so. His gaze moves from his trailing finger to the queen, looking over Kyrinna's shoulder listening to her explain. Patting her cheek with his open hand softly to the touch he removes his eager hands from her, steps back and keeps his focus and attention on the Queen now.
    Kyrinna Farrasco only hears the tone of the voice now, her world dominated by touch. She twists her fingers together, all that keeps her in position. Jerking forward again, she bumps against Ky's fingers and gasps at the feel of him against her most sensitive and private flesh. And too, the Baron's palm against her stomach, trapping her, yet oddly comforting, the warmth and strength, as tears begins to slide down her cheeks.
    Ky Takao smiles as Kyrinna's sex jumps against his palm .. and then reaching forward to brush his right hand over her ass... as if brushing away the sting of the Queen's paddle. He bends close, whispering "you will come to yearn for it, princess ... yes... it is how you will know that you are alive."  His finger tease over the pink glow of her ass... soothing ... until he pinches. A quick pinch, where the skin of her ass is pinkest... he withdraws his hand again, leaving her ass exposed.
    DeeDee Werefox steps up behind the girl, Her free hand reaching out, palm laying flat on the now warm reddish flesh of her ass, feeling the heat radiate from it into her own cool flesh. Smiling, she traced the red outline with a fingernail lightly, her gaze sliding around the girl to see the Captain's hand, the Baron's hand. "Captain, tell me..how does the girl feel? Is she....readying to serve, or is she one who must be taught to respond....A natural or one we must....open to the possibilities?." The Captain pinches, and she chuckles softly "....Now tell me, princess...have you ever laid with a man or is your maidenhead still intact?" she asked so casually, conversationally, her finger now trailing up the girl's spine slowly.
    Quinn Augustine (QuinnAugustine Resident) takes a step back to give the girl her space for a moment. Keeping his eyes on her as they run his glance up and down her body, making his observation obvious. Remaining silent as the queen speaks, instructs, he continues to watch, anticipating the girl's response to the Queen's question.
    Kyrinna Farrasco whimpers softly, her stance beginning to lose it's poise as the heat radiates across her blushing rear and another spreads out from the softness between her thighs. The sudden scrape of the nail surprises her, and she jerks away without thinking. She shakes her head, trying to keep her focus, latching on to the Queen's voice. "No, your Majesty. I am pure....awaiting my betrothed."
    Ky Takao curls one finger up to press between Kyr's labia... to stroke at her inner folds. His cock twitches to feel the beginning evidence of slickness. He grins at the Queen. "She is a natural ... " He bends close, as his fingertip swirls around the tightness of her opening. He whispers a follow up to the Queen's question "Have you every lain with a woman? Shared pleasure with one of your friends? Or with a servant girl?"
    DeeDee Werefox arches a brow at the girl's twitching step away, saying simply, "Never move or shy away, princess. Hold your ground as befits one of noble birth, no matter how hard it may be to do so. She hears the Captain first and nods, pleased, and then the girl, nodding at her answer, as well. As she does, she allows two more sharp blows to descend on the girl's rounded red flesh, these two markedly harder then the first four, the cracks echoing in repeating rhythm off the stone walls of the village, the paddle smarting Her own palm with its reverberation. She steps back, tucking the paddle back into its hidden little pocket in the skirts of her gown, and walks around to the front of the girl, her head high, gaze directed into the face of the princess, "Well, we shall have either the groomer attend to that bit of rubbish...or" turning to the Captain, "perhaps you would like the honor, considering she is your....charge..." she continues, following up with the Captain's whispered words, "unless...you did lay with a woman, and your maidenhead was breached....then...there is nothing to attend to but training."
    Kyrinna Farrasco lifts up on her toes, trying to escape the probing finger, yet she twists delightfully, moving both away and towards each torture. Heat colors her cheeks as deeply as those of her smooth bottom at Ky's query, and she swiftly shakes her head. But her focus is swiftly redirected by the swat of the paddle, harder this time, so she cries out fearfully. "No, please your Majesty", the plea both an entreaty and an assurance that she speaks true.
    Ky Takao grins at the Queen "I would be happy to attend to that detail, My Queen... But..." Ky shakes his head "I will not insist. In any case ... it will soon be a distant memory." But he shakes his head then "your Highness, it is true that I have introduced her, and yes... I do have a special interest in the girl." his fingers are still stroking her sex... on her ass his right hand is fondling her inflamed bottom. "But I do not wish to deny her the full experience ... " he nods now "so do not let her receive any special treatment... nor withhold any ... treatment ... on account of my interest in her."  His fingers find her clit... and he pinches that little nub, before he lets his hands fall away from her.
    DeeDee Werefox stands in front of the girl, biding her time, listening to her Captain speak. When he finishes, she nods, a bit distracted, and she moves closer to the girl, her body so close her skirts brushed the princesses' naked thighs and shins, her two perfect brows arching then and only then, her voice moving low, cool, and steely, "No? what do you mean...No?" Her brow furrows, her lips purse together as she waits, blue eyes burrowing into the frightened face of the princess.
    Kyrinna Farrasco closes her eyes, words whirling about her but her body's only concern, the building pressure in her loins. She is breathing shallowly. soft little pants, her belly twitching each time Ky caresses her, until her eyes fly open when he pinches her clit, just as the Queen's face appears before her. She starts to shake, the pain of her reddened rump breaking through the soothing of Ky's touch as she starts to panic. "No women", she blurts out. "I have lain with no-one, your Majesty, I swear."
    Ky Takao steps behind the girl... standing close, so she can't back away from the Queen. Standing so close in fact, that the bulge at his crotch presses against the reddened skin of Kyrinna's ass. His hands hold her hips .... One slide slowly upwards ... gliding over her skin, up her side until his fingers and palm flow over the swell of her breast. He cups her breast... and tips his head forward to nip at her neck... where it meets her shoulder "but you will ... soon... that, and much more."
    DeeDee Werefox nods at the girl's response, watching the Captain and stepping back to stand there, her eyes once again taking a long slow journey down the girl's body and back to her face, speaking then as if to herself but allowing them to be present, "Well, you must learn now there is one word you can not say.....and that is no. If one of your betters asks you something and you wish it to be so... you shall say, if it pleases you, my Lord or Lady.  If you do not wish it, you say, only if it pleases you, my Lord or Lady.  That is the proper way to respond to any noble, princess Kyr. In this case, you should state merely that you have not broken your maiden head. if I hear the word no come from your lips again, I will make sure you remember the lesson well. Do you understand?" She does not wait but assumes acceptance and continues, "Now, as for the fact of your virginity, I shall have the groomer attend to it then."  She waves a hand dismissively, "Pesky messy bit of business, that is. But, all in all, you will be a worthy addition to the Kingdom. You seem strong and eager, albeit a bit tentative yet, but that is to be expected." She allows her gaze to slide smoothly to the Captain then as she continues to talk, now of him, "The Captain will show you to the tribute hall. There you can bath and rest for the evening. On the morrow, I will inform the groomer that you will be seeking him out for your grooming. If you do not, I shall send him to find you, for it must occur. He can answer many of the questions you may still have. Now, before I retire, do you have anything to say to me....princess?"
    Kyrinna Farrasco starts to drop her hands when she feels Ky's manhood up against her soft buttocks. Then the cool regal gaze settles on her and she instantly corrects herself, sensing the tolerance of her inexperience will only last so long. At the query, she starts to shake her head, then stops and replies with a deferential softness to her voice, "Thank you for accepting me, your Majesty.".
    Ky Takao nods to the Queen, "Thank you, your Majesty... Yes, I think she will be a worthy addition." Ky steps back from the girl, bows to the Queen, "have a good evening, your Highness"     DeeDee Werefox smiles, pleased, and nods, reaching down to gather her skirts in her delicate fingers and lift them, eyes sliding smoothly between the princess and the Captain, "Well i do believe that is enough for the first night. Oh and yes, another rule....do not touch yourself to alleviate that.....feeling that the Captain has awoken in you. You must never do so, not without the permission or direction of your betters.  If you do......princess.....I will know."  She leans in then, and kisses the girl's cheek tenderly, as if nothing had occurred, and brushes a finger over her lips, "Good night princess", then a smile to the Captain with a dip of her chin and lashes, "And well done Captain...I shall see you both on the morrow,"  With that, she turns in a flurry of lace and silk toward the castle and her bed, patting the hidden paddle and smiling as she finds her way home.

Desires Punishment and aftercare:

Soho SpiritWeaver: looks back to the empty square "Well, I am disappointed that no one else is around to enjoy your beauty." smiles to himself and laughs quietly "That won't stop me from enjoying the view" reaching for the nipple ring on her breast, taps it with his finger and then grabs it and gives it a little tug "This is all about pleasure and pain, princess" cuffs her breast sharply "Well, really, it is about control, how you handle yourself under extreme stress" slaps her breast again "We will see how you do"

Desire: gasps as her long limbs are stretch the ropes familiar to her now wrapped tightly as they bare the brunt of her weight ...as she's pulled high and hung

Desire: pulls her full lip between her teeth as firm digits twist the pink tender flesh of her nipple held by the ring her eyelids close over emerald orbs as eyebrows furrow ....a hiss is sucked in ....as her body withers in the air

Soho: pulls out a flogger.

Soho SpiritWeaver: furrows his brow "I do have a favorite item that I find quite useful... " unclips his flogger from his belt "I do not believe I have used this with you just yet" tapping it in his hand "I wonder how your control is" begins to pace around her, admiring the supple curves of her body, lightly brushing the tails of the horsehair against her unmarked skin "Princess, no matter what I do, you will not call out, as a matter of fact, you may simply thank me for each blow, understood?"

Desire: thighs tense as a familiar curl begins in her belly ...chest rises with a deep breath ears tuned to His command " yes my King " her supple form swaying as hands and limbs start to numb from her weight

Soho SpiritWeaver: reaches out with his left hand and grabs the round orb of her bottom cheek and squeezes it "Truly beautiful, but you lack color" releases her and measures the distance to her with outstretched arm and then with a quick flick of his wrist snaps the tails sharply against her ass "That is a good start"

Soho: delivers a light hit on HisOne Resident's ass.

Desire: body flinches against the strike her face contorts as the sting kisses her flesh but she remains silent ...till it turns to heat seeping across her back side she whispers " thank You my King "

Soho SpiritWeaver: grimaces and moves back around to the front and grips her cheek, pursing her lips "Did you say something, princess? That was barely audible. I want to be assured that you are thanking me properly and loudly enough to be heard over those damn swans" steps back and swings wildly against her breasts, the tails of the flogger singing softly in the night air

Soho: swings the flogger against HisOne Resident's flesh, the tails delivering a harsh sting.

Desire: hisses through her teeth once more as her body twitches against the strike the tender flesh of her breast not as accustomed the stinging flesh pulls at her as tears well and pool in her eyes ...voice a bit raised and shaky " Thank You my King " she says

Soho SpiritWeaver: shakes his head "My goodness, girl, we may well be here all night" cups her chin and looks directly in her eyes "Let me make myself perfectly clear, after each blow, you will lift your head high, and thank me in a loud, clear voice, proudly, as you should be genuinely proud of my attention to you. Is that so difficult?" pulling his arm back across his body and delivering a sharp backhand blow to her breasts

Soho: winds up and swings the flogger hard against HisOne Resident's helpless body.

Desire: her flesh a fire now her cheeks wet with tears as her body withers lips pursed as the pain filters over her chest ...she holds her head up high looks Him in the eye and says loudly " thank You my King "

Soho SpiritWeaver: nods positively and steps up to her and gently cups her chin and kisses her "That is perfect. Well done" then steps around behind her and begins moving the flogger in a figure eight pattern behind her back, faster and faster, the tails whistling and blowing her hair aside and then with a loud grunt, he swings mightily, but just out of the reach of her back, with only a strand or two coming in light contact with her back "Keep your eyes forward girl, there is more to come" and then quietly clips the flogger back to his belt

Desire: looks into His eyes as His kiss nears and captures her lips a soft smile finding them with His praise ....her back arches as He retreats behind her ..eyes close in anticipation ...again she twitches at the slight flick of the hairs and sighs ...hands numb wrists trying to twirl now she stares into the court yard and says a loud again " thank You my King"

Soho SpiritWeaver: steps up close behind her and leans against her, whispering in her ear "Lest you think otherwise girl, I will have you yet again, at my leisure, and I do not want you to think otherwise" runs his finger lightly down the middle of her back, until he reaches her bottom and then slides both hands around to the tops of her hips, hands flat, he pulls her ass backwards to his hips and pushes against her, kissing the back of her shoulder "You are mine to use as I wish, girl"

Desire: sweet sigh is released as His warm breathe and firm hands filter across her flesh ..the feel of Him close laces it way within her glistening between her thighs ...she again looks into the court yard tear stained cheeks and says proudly " yes my King "

Soho SpiritWeaver: continues to kiss across the back of her shoulders as he slides both hands lower across her pelvis, down between her legs, spreading them slightly apart and placing his hand directly above her sex, he teases the folds open with his index finger, moving upwards until he reaches the pearl of pleasure and begins to rub against the top of it with his finger in a small circular motion "So tell, me princess, should I stop?"

Desire: groans ...as ropes pull not only at her wrists but within her with His touch thighs instinctively spread and tighten her body challenged but her pleasure driving her as His digit teases her... her head shakes eyes closed her focus is on His hand ...between her wet thighs ...she huffs " no my King "

Soho SpiritWeaver: suddenly releases her and steps back and gives her bottom a sharp blow "What did I just hear princess? NO? Did you just tell me no?" swats her ass again sharply and moves in front of her and folds his arms "Do you want to try that again, or do you need further instruction?"

Desire: gasps floundering for words as her fleshy mounds sting anew i ..i ...should of said " if it pleases You do not stop my King "

Soho SpiritWeaver: lowers her to the platform and uncuffs her hands "That is almost correct, you must remember this, if you want to answer in the affirmative, then you will say "If it pleases you my King" otherwise you may answer "if it does not please you my King" pushes the toe of his boot forward "Do you understand?"

Desire: knees kiss the stone wrists curl ....warmed fleshy mounds find her heel in relief ...hips reach for His boot " yes my King if it pleases You "

Soho SpiritWeaver: points towards the bathhouse "Now, we need to take care of those marks from the flogger, just as important as the punishment is the aftercare, you are a princess, after all. Follow me" turns sharply and walks quickly to the bathhouse

Soho SpiritWeaver: pats the table in front of him "Up here princess"

Desire: crawls up on the table laying belly down her red fleshy mounds exposed the warm cloth kissing her torso her dry tear stained cheeks hug the pillow

Soho SpiritWeaver: pulls off his coat and starts to roll up his sleeves, but decides otherwise and simply pulls the shirt over his head and casts it over the partition and grabs a vial of salve and pours it into his hands, rubbing them together to warm the oil, he begins to rub it into her back and buttocks "This should help the pain a bit princess" chuckles "Soon, you will not feel much of anything" raising his eyebrows

Desire: long limbs lengthen as warmed slicked hands fall upon her... ankles cross fingers curl into the cloth her chest heaves against the table as a warm sigh falls upon her lips

Soho SpiritWeaver: slides his hands lower and tenderly massages the reddened orbs of her bottom "I think I am losing my touch, you are just barely red, perhaps I should just take you back out and start all over again with the flogger" laughs and continues to massage her

Desire: her supple form arches into His firm slick hands roaming her flesh the pain forgotten thighs splayed ....she clears her throat licks her lips meticulously as eyes focus on the stone wall then close " if it pleases You my King "

Soho SpiritWeaver: a wicked grin crosses his face as he thinks for a moment "Well, it does please me and it seems the flogger kissed both sides of your body, we should not neglect the care of the front, now should we?" rolls her over and begins to massage her breasts, knowing full well that it may lead to his own loss of control

Desire: grins to herself ...as her body contorts to His will the feel of His strong legs straddling her chest rises into His palms kneading them as heated emerald orbs look up into His eyes slender arms lay above her head ....she shift her hips up into Him as her golden flesh flushes anew

Soho SpiritWeaver: completely forgets what he was doing since he is mesmerized by her beauty, by the warmth of her skin, and the fullness of her breasts, he leans down a takes a nipple ring in his teeth and tugs gently on it before licking around her taut nipple and settling down to suckle it, teasing it with his tongue and teeth, leaning heavily against her, looking up at her asking dryly "Should I stop princess?" chuckling softly to himself

Desire: legs curl around His hips naturally as He leans into her a tiny gasps falls upon His ear as the tender flesh of her tight achy nipple is tugged deliciously ...then rewarded with His hot wet mouth caressing her body wantonly responds with need Hips swivel ...the tight curl in her core beginning to unravel ....her voice a bit breathless now ...." if it pleases You my King "

Soho SpiritWeaver: tries to kick his boots off and nearly falls off the table doing so, thankful that her legs keep him somewhat in place, finally struggles out of his britches, looking up at her again "It is a bit warm in here" slowly moving down her belly, laying soft kisses along the way, "I must have you princess" repositions her to lick deep between her folds, tasting her and reveling in her response, probing her with his tongue, deep slow licks followed by suckling her clitoris and returning to the exploration of her sweet honey

Desire: conforms to His whim ...." whimpers of pleasure take her as His mouth and tongue delve between her thighs her hips meet His hunger with eager need hands splayed across his strong chest her breaths heated and greedy now pleasure coiling like a fine wire within her ......

Soho SpiritWeaver: the taste and response of her body nearly sends him over the edge, his hips rock upwards involuntarily as he grabs the girl and pushes her down to his now turgid shaft "Do not neglect me princess, I want your lips on me" slaps her ass hard, forgetting the marks of the flogger and arches his hips to meet her mouth, his tongue continuing the incessant probing of her own pleasures, her sweet honey flowing down his chin

Desire: curls her limbs eagerly around His hips mouth watering as He gives her permission she envelops His shaft instantly teeth grazing it gently lips curling tightly she runs it along the rigid roof of her mouth reveling in the feel her head dips deep to pull it to the back of her throat ...

Soho SpiritWeaver: moans loudly as her passion and expertise is completely unexpected, he nearly falls backwards off the table, renews his desire for her even more, completely giving into baser instincts as any semblance of 'training' is completely gone, he grabs her flops down on his back and pulls her onto his needy cock, gasping and looking up at her "Princess, princess, you are free to express whatever your little heart desires" moans again as he surveys the exquisite beauty of the woman

Desire: moans as her lips relinquish His cock suckling as it departs ...legs wantonly spread her soaked swollen folds kiss and devour His cock as she sinks down upon it hungrily wet walls clench greedily as His words free her feet brace against the table fingers grip at His thighs as nails dig her back arching as hips start a throw thrust upon His cock

Soho SpiritWeaver: eyes are locked on her as the sensation is overwhelming, her heat, her motion, her beauty all combine to render him helpless and he shakes his head clear and pulls her to him, rolling over, pressing into her with his body, hips coupled tightly to hers, pushing into her tight, hot sheath as deeply as he can, groaning loudly, only able to utter the single word "princess' as he thrusts into her over and over, hips pounding against her

Desire: thighs grip tight as He rolls her over fingers curl and grip at Him ....her body eagerly finds His rhythm as velvety walls grip tight with each fierce thrust ....her chest heaves against His her whimpers of need filling His ears the sweet sound of them driving her too a frenzy body's glisten with heat ...her lips plead as her legs start too quiver against Him

Soho SpiritWeaver: sweat drips from his chest onto her, his legs tremble, nay, his whole body quakes at the intense pleasure of the coupling, again barely able to speak her growls "princess...." his vision narrows, his loins feel the heat rising deep within him, eyes locked on hers, he gasps "With me, now!" and pumps into her with an animal passion, exploding deep within her, again and again, in an endless torrent of his desire for her "NOW, princess" hips slapping violently against her "NOW!"

Desire: His words wash over her ..body responds gripping tighter bucking mercilessly against His thrusts her walls clench at His pulsing cock milking Him her voice of release claims the air around them " my King "

Soho SpiritWeaver: he collapses on her, momentarily forgetting that he is crushing her, then lifts himself slightly with his arms so she can breath, he stays coupled to her while he catches his breath, staring at her the entire time, then simply bends down and kisses her softly as he reluctantly withdraws from her and pulls her into a tight embrace "That is quite the training session princess" kisses her again "Perhaps you need additional teaching?" raises his eyebrows and smiles

Desire: she finds her breath as she curls against Him hungrily relishing in the sweet release looks into His eyes as His lips finds hers once then twice ...she smiles the chuckles lushly " if it pleases You my King " matches His raised eyebrow with her own emerald orbs twinkling

Soho SpiritWeaver: laughs against her "Princess, that was the correct answer, if you are going to do that, then there is no need for additional training, then, is there? Are you sure you don't want to try something a little more inappropriate? At least then, I would have a good excuse to do this again" then stops suddenly and reaches up and touches his crown "Wait! I don't need and excuse, do I?" laughs and kisses her again

Desire: nods with humor in her eyes ..." its good to be the King " winks

Soho SpiritWeaver: grins and stands down to the floor on wobbly legs "Well then, perhaps we should dress and see who is about" kisses her breast "You are free to rest here, if you wish or even enjoy the bath"

The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty - Chapter One

Today, we began reading the Beauty Trilogy in voice at the Village.  We completed Chapter One and Two.  For those who could not attend, attached are the two chapters missed.  They will, also, be reread on Thursday, January 29th.  Hope to see you there.

Chapter One

THE PRINCE had all his young life known the story of Sleeping Beauty, cursed to sleep for a hundred years, with her parents, the King and Queen, and all of the Court, after pricking her finger on a spindle.
But he did not believe it until he was inside the castle.
Even the bodies of those other Princes caught in the thorns of the rose vines that covered the walls had not made him believe it. They had come believing it, true enough, but he must see for himself inside the castle.

Careless with grief for the death of his father, and too powerful under his mother’s rule for his own good, he cut these awesome vines at their roots, and immediately prevented them from ensnaring him. It was not his desire to die so much as to conquer.

And picking his way through the bones of those who had failed to solve the mystery, he stepped alone into the great banquet hall.

The sun was high in the sky and those vines had fallen away, so the light fell in dusty shafts from the lofty windows.

And all along the banquet table, the Prince saw the men and women of the old Court, sleeping under layers of dust, their ruddy and slack faces spun over with spider webs.
He gasped to see the servants dozing against the walls, their clothing rotted to tatters.
But it was true, this old tale. And, fearless as before, he went in search of the Sleeping Beauty who must be at the core of it.

In the topmost bedchamber of the house he found her. He had stepped over sleeping chambermaids and valets, and, breathing the dust and damp of the place, he finally stood in the door of her sanctuary.
Her flaxen hair lay long and straight over the deep green velvet of her bed, and her dress in loose folds revealed the rounded breasts and limbs of a young woman.
He opened the shuttered windows. The sunlight flooded down on her. And approaching her, he gave a soft gasp as he touched her cheek, and her teeth through her parted lips, and then her tender rounded eyelids.

Her face was perfect to him, and her embroidered gown had fallen deep into the crease between her legs so that he could see the shape of her sex beneath it.

He drew out his sword, with which he had cut back all the vines outside, and gently slipping the blade between her breasts, let it rip easily through the old fabric.

Her dress was laid open to the hem, and he folded it back and looked at her. Her nipples were a rosy pink as were her lips, and the hair between her legs was darkly yellow and curlier than the long straight hair of her head which covered her arms almost down to her hips on either side of her.
He cut the sleeves away, lifting her ever so gently to free the cloth, and the weight of her hair seemed to pull her head down over his arms, and her mouth opened just a little bit wider.
He put his sword to one side. He removed his heavy armor. And then he lifted her again, his left arm under her shoulders, his right hand between her legs, his thumb on top of her pubis.

She made no sound; but if a person could moan silently, then she made such a moan with her whole attitude. Her head fell towards him, and he felt the hot moisture against his right hand, and laying her down again, he cupped both of her breasts, and sucked gently on one and then the other.
They were plump and firm, these breasts. She’d been fifteen when the curse struck her. And he bit at her nipples, moving the breasts almost roughly so as to feel their weight, and then lightly he slapped them back and forth, delighting in this.

His desire had been hard and almost painful to him when he had come into the room, and now it was urging him almost mercilessly.

He mounted her, parting her legs, giving the white inner flesh of her thighs a soft, deep pinch, and, clasping her right breast in his left hand, he thrust his sex into her.
He was holding her up as he did this, to gather her mouth to him, and as he broke through her innocence, he opened her mouth with his tongue and pinched her breast sharply.
He sucked on her lips, he drew the life out of her into himself, and feeling his seed explode within her, heard her cry out.

And then her blue eyes opened.

“Beauty!” he whispered to her.

She closed her eyes, her golden eyebrows brought together in a little frown and the sun gleaming on her broad white forehead.

He lifted her chin, kissed her throat, and drawing his organ out of her tight sex, heard her moan beneath him.

She was stunned. He lifted her until she sat naked, one knee crooked on the ruin of her velvet gown on the bed which was as flat and hard as a table.

“I’ve awakened you, my dear,” he said to her. “For a hundred years you’ve slept and so have all those who loved you. Listen. Listen! You’ll hear this castle come alive as no one before you has ever heard it.”
Already a shriek had come from the passage outside. The serving girl was standing there with her hands to her lips.

And the Prince went to the door to speak to her.

“Go to your master, the King. Tell him the Prince has come who was foretold to remove the curse on this household. Tell him I shall be closeted now with his daughter.”

He shut the door, bolting it, and turned to look at Beauty.

Beauty was covering her breasts with her hands, and her long straight golden hair, heavy and full of a great silky density, flared down to the bed around her.

She bowed her head so that the hair covered her.

But she looked at the Prince and her eyes struck him as devoid of fear or cunning. She was like those tender animals of the wood just before he slew them in the hunt: eyes wide, expressionless.
Her bosom heaved with anxious breath. And now he laughed, drawing near, and lifting her hair back from her right shoulder. She looked up at him steadily, her cheeks suffused with a raw blush, and again he kissed her.

He opened her mouth with his lips, and taking her hands in his left hand he laid them down on her naked lap so that he might lift her breasts now and better examine them.

“Innocent beauty,” he whispered.

He knew what she was seeing as she looked at him. He was only three years older than she had been. Eighteen, newly a man, but afraid of nothing and no one. He was tall, black haired; he had a lean build which made him agile. He liked to think of himself as a sword—light, straight, and very deft, and utterly dangerous.

And he had left behind him many who would concur with this.

He had not so much pride in himself now as immense satisfaction. He had gotten to the core of the accursed castle.

There were knocks at the door, cries.

He didn’t bother to answer them. He laid Beauty down again.

“I’m your Prince,” he said, “and that is how you will address me, and that is why you will obey me.”

He parted her legs again. He saw the blood of her innocence on the cloth and this made him laugh softly to himself as again he gently entered her.

She gave a soft series of moans that were like kisses to his ear.

“Answer me properly,” he whispered.

“My Prince,” she said.

“Ah,” he sighed, “that is lovely.”
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When he opened the door, the room was almost dark. He told the servants he would have his supper now, and he would receive the King immediately.

Beauty he ordered to dine with him, and to remain with him, and he told her firmly that she was to wear no clothing.

“It’s my wish to have you naked and always ready for me,” he said.

He might have told her she was incomparably lovely, with only her golden hair to clothe her, and the blushes on her cheeks to cover her, and her hands trying so vainly to shield her sex and her breasts, but he didn’t say this aloud.

Rather he took her little wrists and held them behind her back as the table was brought in, and then he ordered her to sit opposite.

The table was not so wide that he couldn’t reach her easily, touch her, caress her breasts if he liked. And reaching out he lifted her chin so that he could inspect her by the light of the servants’ candles.
The table was laid with roast pork and fowl, fruit in big glistening silver bowls, and immediately the King stood in the door, dressed in his heavy ceremonial robes, a gold crown atop his head as he bowed to the Prince and waited for the command to enter.

“Your Kingdom has been neglected for a hundred years,” said the Prince as he lifted his wine goblet. “Your vassals have many of them fled to other lords; good land lies fallow. But you have your wealth, your Court, your soldiers. So much lies ahead of you.”

“I am in your debt, Prince,” the King answered. “But will you tell me your name, the name of your family?”
“My mother, Queen Eleanor, lives on the other side of the forest,” said the Prince. “In your time, it was my great-grandfather’s kingdom; he was King Heinrick, your powerful ally.”

The Prince saw the King’s immediate surprise and then his look of confusion. The Prince understood it perfectly. And when a blush came to the King’s face, the Prince said:
“And in those times you served your time in my great-grandfather’s castle, did you not, and perhaps your queen also?”

The King pressed his lips together in resignation and slowly nodded. “You are the son of a powerful monarch,” he whispered. And the Prince could see that the King would not raise his eyes to see his naked daughter, Beauty.

“I will take Beauty to serve,” said the Prince. “She is mine now.” He took out his long silver knife and, cutting the hot, succulent pork, he laid several pieces on his own plate. The servants all about him vied with one another to place other dishes near him.

Beauty sat with her hands over her breasts again; her cheeks were moist with tears, and she was trembling slightly.

“As you wish,” said the King. “I am in your debt.”

“You have your life and your Kingdom now,” said the Prince. “And I have your daughter. I will spend the night here. And tomorrow set out to make her my Princess across the mountains.”

He had placed some fruit on his plate, and other hot morsels of cooked food, and now he snapped his fingers gently and in a whisper told Beauty to come around the table to him.

He could see her shame before the servants.

But he brushed her hand away from her sex.

“Never cover yourself like that again,” he said. He spoke these words almost tenderly, as he lifted her hair back from her face.

“Yes, my Prince,” she whispered. She had a lovely little voice. “But it’s so difficult.”

“Of course it is,” he smiled. “But for me you’ll do it.”

And now he took her and placed her on his lap, cradling her in his left arm. “Kiss me,” he said, and feeling her warm mouth on his again, he felt his desire rising too soon for his taste, but he decided he could savor this slight torment.

“You may go,” he said to the King. “Tell your servants to have my horse ready in the morning. I won’t need a horse for Beauty. My soldiers you’ve found, no doubt, at your gates,” and the Prince laughed. “They were afraid to come in with me. Tell them to be ready at dawn, and then you can say goodbye to your daughter, Beauty.”

The King glanced up very quickly to accept the Prince’s commands and with unfailing courtesy he backed out of the doorway.

The Prince turned his full attention to Beauty.

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Lifting a napkin he wiped at her tears. She kept her hands obediently on her thighs, exposing her sex, and he observed that she did not try to hide her stiff little pink nipples with her arms and he approved of this.

“Now don’t be frightened,” he said to her softly, feeding a little on her trembling mouth again, and then slapping her breasts so they shivered lightly. “I could be old and ugly.”

“Ah, but then I could feel sorry for you,” she said in a sweet, tremulous voice.

He laughed. “I’m going to punish you for that,” he said to her tenderly. “But now and then just a little very ladylike impertinence is amusing.”

She blushed darkly, biting her lip.

“Are you hungry, beautiful one?” he asked.

He could see she was afraid to answer.

“When I ask you will say, ‘Only if it pleases you, my Prince,’ and I shall know the answer is yes. Or, ‘Not unless it should please you, my Prince,’ and I shall know the answer is no. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, my Prince,” she answered. “I’m hungry only if it pleases you.”

“Very good, very good,” he said to her with genuine feeling. He lifted a small cluster of glistening purple grapes and fed them to her one by one, taking the seeds out of her mouth and casting them aside.

And he watched with obvious pleasure as she drank deeply from the wine cup he held to her lips. Then he wiped her mouth and kissed her.

Her eyes were glistening. But she had stopped crying. He felt the smooth flesh of her back, and her breasts again.

“Superb,” he whispered. “And were you terribly spoilt before and given everything that you wished?”
She was confused, blushing again, and then full of shame she nodded.

“Yes, my Prince, I think perhaps ...”

“Don’t be afraid to answer me with many words,” he coaxed, “as long as they are respectful. And never speak unless I speak to you first, and in all these things, be careful to note what pleases me. You were very spoilt, given everything, but were you willful?”

“No, my Prince, I don’t think I was that,” she said. “I tried to be a joy to my parents.”
“And you’ll be a joy to me, my dear,” he said lovingly.

Still holding her firmly in his left arm, he turned to his supper.

He ate heartily, pork, roast fowl, some fruit, and several cups of wine. Then he told the servants to take it all away and leave them.

New sheets and coverlets had been laid on the bed; there were fresh down pillows, and roses in a vase nearby, and several candelabra.

“Now,” he said as he rose and set her before him. “We must get to bed as we have a long journey before us tomorrow. And I have still to punish you for your earlier impertinence.”

Immediately the tears stood in her eyes; she looked up at him imploring. She almost reached to cover her breasts and her sex, and then remembering herself she made her hands into two little helpless fists at her sides.

“I won’t punish you very much,” he said gently, lifting her chin. “It was just a little offense, and your first after all. But Beauty, to confess the truth, I shall love punishing you.”

She was biting her lip, and he could see she wanted to speak, and the effort to control her tongue and her hands was almost too much for her.

“All right, lovely one, what do you want to say?” he asked.

“Please, my Prince,” she begged. “I’m so afraid of you.”

“You’ll find me more reasonable than you expect,” he said.

He removed his long cloak, tossing it over a chair, and bolted the door. Then he snuffed all but a few candles.

He would sleep in his clothes as he did most nights, in the forest, or in the country inns, or in the houses of those humble peasants at which he sometimes stopped, and that was no great inconvenience to him.

And as he drew near her now, he thought he must be merciful and make her punishment quick. And seating himself on the side of the bed, he reached out for her, and pulling her wrists into his left hand he brought her naked body down over his lap so that her legs dangled over the floor helplessly.
“Very, very lovely,” he said, his right hand moving languidly over her rounded buttocks, forcing them ever so slightly apart.

Beauty was crying aloud, but muffling her cries into the bed, her hands held out in front of her by his long left arm.

And now with his right hand he spanked her buttocks hard and heard her cries grow louder. It wasn’t really much of a slap.

But it left a red mark on her. And he spanked her hard again, and he felt her writhing against him, the heat and moisture of her sex against his leg, and again he spanked her.

“I think you are sobbing more from the humiliation than the pain,” he scolded her in a soft voice.
She was struggling not to make her cries too loud.

He flattened out his right hand, and feeling the heat of her reddened buttocks drew it up and delivered another series of hard, loud slaps, smiling as he watched her struggle.

He could have spanked her much harder, for his own pleasure, and without really hurting her. But he thought the better of it. He had so many nights ahead of him for these delights.

He lifted her up now so that she was standing in front of him.

“Toss your hair back,” he commanded. Her tear-stained face was unspeakably beautiful, her lips trembling, her blue eyes gleaming with the dampness of the tears. She obeyed immediately.
“I don’t think you were so very spoilt,” he said. “I find you very obedient and eager to please, and this makes me very happy.”

He could see her relief.

“Clasp your hands behind your neck,” he said, “under your hair. That’s it. Very good.” He lifted her chin again. “And you have a lovely modest habit of looking down. But now I want you to look directly at me.”
She obeyed shyly, miserably. It seemed she felt her nakedness and her helplessness more fully now as she looked at him. Her lashes were matted and dark, and her blue eyes larger than he had thought.
“Do you find me handsome?” he asked her. “Ah, but before you answer, I should like to know the truth from you, not what you think I should like to hear, or what would be best for you to say, you understand me?”

“Yes, my Prince,” she whispered. She seemed calmer.

He reached out, massaged her right breast lightly, and then stroked her downy underarms, feeling the little curve of the muscle there beneath the tiny wisp of golden hair, and then he stroked that full, moist hair between her legs so that she sighed and trembled.

“Now,” he said, “answer my question, and describe what you see. Describe me as if you had only just met me and were confiding in your chambermaid.”

Again she bit her lip, which he dearly loved, and then, her voice a little diminished by uncertainty, she said:

“You are very handsome, my Prince, no one could deny that. And for one ... for one ...”

“Go on,” he said. He drew her just a little closer so that her sex was against his knee, and putting his right arm about her, he cradled her breast in his left hand and let his lips touch her cheek.

“And for one so young to be so commanding,” she said, “it’s not what one might expect.”

“And tell me how does that show itself in me, other than my actions?”

“Your manner, my Prince,” she said, her voice gaining a little strength. “The look of your eyes, such dark eyes ... your face. There are none of the doubts of youth in it.”

He smiled and kissed her ear. He wondered why the wet little cleft between her legs was so very hot.

His fingers could not keep from touching it. Twice already he’d had her today, and he would have her again, but he was thinking he should go about it more slowly.

“Would you like it if I were older?” he whispered.

“I had thought,” she said, “that it would be easier. To be commanded by one so very young,” she said, “is to feel one’s helplessness.”

It seemed the tears had welled up and were spilling out of her eyes, so he pushed her gently back so he might see them.

“My darling, I have awakened you from a century’s sleep, and restored you father’s Kingdom. You’re mine. And you won’t find me such a hard master. Only a very thorough master. When you think night and day and every moment only of pleasing me, things will be very easy for you.”

And as she struggled not to look away, he could see again the relief in her face, and that she was in complete awe of him.

“Now,” he said, pushing his left fingers between her legs, and drawing her close again so that she let out a little gasp before she could stop herself, “I want more of you than I’ve had before. Do you know what I mean, my Sleeping Beauty?”

She shook her head; for this moment she was in terror.

He lifted her up onto the bed and laid her down.

The candles threw a warm, almost rosy light over her. Her hair fell down on either side of the bed, and she seemed on the verge of crying out, her hands struggling to keep still at her sides.

“My darling, you have a dignity about you that shields you from me, much like your lovely golden hair shrouds you and shields you. Now I want you to surrender to me. You’ll see, and you’ll be very surprised that you wept when I first suggested it.”

The Prince bent over her. He parted her legs. He could see the battle she fought not to cover herself or turn away from him. He stroked her thighs. Then with his finger and thumb, he reached into the silky damp hair itself and felt those tender little lips and forced them very wide open.

Beauty gave a terrible shudder. With his left hand he covered her mouth, and behind his hand she cried softly. It seemed easier for her with him covering her mouth and that was all right for now, he thought. She shall be taught everything in time.

And with his right fingers, he found that tiny nodule of flesh between her tender nether lips and he worked it back and forth until she raised her hips, arching her back, in spite of herself. Her little face under his hand was the picture of distress. He smiled to himself.

But even as he smiled, he felt the hot fluid between her legs for the first time, the real fluid which had not come before with her innocent blood. “That’s it, that’s it, my darling,” he said. “And you mustn’t resist your Lord and master, hmmmm?”

Now he opened his clothing and took out his hard, eager sex, and mounting her he let it rest against her thigh as he continued to stroke her and work her.

She was twisting from one side to the other, her hands gathering up the soft sheets at her sides into knots, and it seemed her whole body grew pink, and the nipples of her breasts looked as hard as if they were tiny stones. He could not resist them.

He bit at them with his teeth, playfully, not hurting her. He licked them with his tongue, and then he licked her sex, too, and as she struggled, and blushed and moaned beneath him, he mounted her, slowly.
Again she arched her back. Her breasts were suffused with red. And as he drove his organ into her, he felt her shudder violently with unwilling pleasure.

An awful cry was muffled by the hand over her mouth; she was shuddering so violently it seemed she all but lifted him on top of her.

And then she lay still, moist, pink, with her eyes closed, breathing deeply as the tears flowed silently.
“That was lovely, my darling,” he said. “Open your eyes.”

She did it timidly.

But then she lay looking up at him.

“This has been so hard for you,” he whispered. “You could not even imagine these things happening to you. And you are red with shame, and shaking with fear, and you believe perhaps it’s one of the dreams you dreamed in your hundred years. But it’s real, Beauty,” he said. “And it is only the beginning! You think I’ve made you my Princess. But I’ve only started. The day will come when you can see nothing but me as if I were the sun and the moon, when I mean all to you, food, drink, the air you breathe. Then you will truly be mine, and these first lessons ... and pleasures ...” he smiled, “will seem like nothing.”
He bent over her. She lay so very still, gazing up at him.

“Now kiss me,” he commanded. “And I mean, really ... kiss me.”