Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 52915 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 265(@200wpm)___ 212(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52915 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 265(@200wpm)___ 212(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
“This is a dangerous world, princess,” he lectures, snapping the tip of the leather hard against my left cheek. “There are many hazards to navigate, and many ways in which all may yet turn to ruin. Happily Ever After is not a given. It is something that must be strived for and earned. I will earn it with a firm hand and a loving heart. You will earn it with submission, obedience, and your own good passions. Nothing will be given to us merely because we are princess and king. We will be assailed by dark forces on all sides, testing our worthiness for true eternal love.”
I hear his words, but it is hard to let them sink into my mind exactly properly because the lash is still falling and I am starting to feel very well spanked. Tears are beginning to prick at my eyes, not tears of pain, but of submission.
“I’m sorry,” I whimper softly, surprising myself with the apology. I did not think I would ever be sorry for doing what I wanted to do. I had become almost entirely convinced that whatever I wanted must be right simply because I wanted it. I thought I was a good person, and therefore all my impulses were good.
Under King Charming’s lash, I see how I have been wrong in many things. I have been impulsive and at times, even lazy. I have failed myself in a myriad of ways, and if I am not careful I may allow the state of spoiledness, that almost everyone in my world exists in, to poison this one. I understand all of this in the midst of a very thorough thrashing that only increases in intensity, until tears no longer prick at my eyes, but flow freely down my cheeks, and my ass no longer stings, but feels like hot lava spilling over tight skin. Trickles of sensation find their way down between my legs as if the heat were truly something viscous, naturally inclined to roll down, down, to find the very sensitive furred core of me where my dewy lips are beginning to experience a torrent of sorts of their own.
Charming
She is stunning, a perfect sacrifice to a royal monster. I have not put a single tie on her to keep her in place. All I have done is bind her eyes so she might not be frightened by the visions they would show her. We are no longer standing in my bed chamber. We are in a spire dungeon with black stone walls, chains, and the remains of those less fortunate before us. Skulls and bones are scattered around the base of the walls, pecked clean by the birds of prey who screech and soar outside the windows
She lies face down on the bed, her lovely curves writhing beneath my lash. I could stop, but then her dance of disobedience would stop too, and I am not done enjoying it. She is very willful, and she certainly went out of her way to deserve this punishment. If I do this correctly this one time, I know I will not have to do it again, perhaps ever. A proper punishment does not have to be repeated because a lesson is learned.
I lift my arm and snap the black leather lash down across her cheeks again, creating a fresh red shape on her already intensely pink skin.
She is a beauty, and when she squirms I enjoy the way her thighs part to reveal the softer, wetter parts of her. She is pure, virginal. No man has been permitted to touch her. I will be the first. I will claim her body and I will control her mind. Her soul will save me. She is not merely an object to be owned. She is the literal salvation of my monstrous heart. I had begun to give up hope that such a creature as she existed on any of the known worlds. I had thought it was my curse to continue to terrorize my own lands until the end of time, tearing down Happily Ever After at every turn. But not now. Not now I have Princess Emmaline.
This little whipping is nothing compared to what I could do. Nothing compared to what kings before me have done in order to break their wives to their wills. But I believe she is my equal, even if she must be dominated.
“Will you obey me now, princess?” I stay the lash and I instead ask a question, the only question that matters.
“Yes,” she sobs readily. She would say yes to anything now, I think. I could get her to promise all manner of things, but all I want, all I truly need, is her submission.
And her virginity.
That barrier must be broken. I should wait until we have performed a marriage ceremony, but I am impatient to claim her. Her pink, shapely, squirming form draws me so powerfully I cannot resist the impulses of my instincts. The sooner I claim her, the sooner she is mine, and the sooner she is mine, the sooner Happily Ever After begins.