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“Please?”
I was going to run tonight, and I wanted to feel his touch one last time. I wanted to remember him like this, the sweet, gentle king who cared for his woman with everything he did.
His hand slipped beneath the covers, brushing against my mound and I sucked in a breath.
“How would you like to come for me, baby girl? Would you like it gentle or would you like to hurt?” he asked quietly, teasing my clit with the rough pad of his thumb.
I didn’t reply, instead pushing the covers out of the way and placing myself over his knees. For some reason, I wanted to feel his palm against my naked bottom. I wanted to feel his touch long after I slipped out of the castle and snuck into the mountains.
He sucked in a breath, rubbing his palm against my naked backside and dipping between my thighs to slide against my wet folds.
“Are you sore from yesterday?” he asked, carefully circling my clit as he spoke.
“Yes,” I answered.
He spanked me hard and fast.
“That’s not how you refer to me, is it, baby girl?”
“No, Your Majesty,” I whimpered.
He stopped my spanking and returned his fingers to my pussy.
“How did it feel for you to be stripped, spanked, and strapped by your king, baby girl?”
“I felt ashamed,” I whispered.
“That’s not all you felt, was it?” he pressed.
“No, Your Majesty,” I answered.
“Your punishment may have been quite harsh, baby girl, but your little pussy was soaking wet for me. It arouses you when you’re reminded of your place, doesn’t it?” he continued.
“Yes, Your Majesty,” I whispered, shaking with desire as he relentlessly teased my clit. “Oh, please!” For a while longer, he touched me and then all at once, he pulled his fingers away from me. I moaned, trying to arch back into his touch, but it got me nowhere.
Instead, he started spanking me once more. I howled in surprise, his palm punishing me just as hard as he had done last night. I squirmed over his lap, trying to avoid his palm yet nothing worked. In minutes, my entire bottom was burning and then he began on my thighs. He spanked them harder than he ever had before and the residual ache from the previous day roared to life. He held me firmly against his lap and I realized that this spanking was only going to end when he’d decided that I had taken enough.
He pushed me that night, almost bringing me to tears before his fingers returned between my legs. I squeezed my eyes shut and caught my breath, before he threw me off balance once more by touching me as if he wanted me to come.
“You’re so much wetter now, baby girl. I think you enjoy getting your little bottom spanked, don’t you?”
He expected an answer. When I hesitated, the pressure on my clit lessened and my core clenched down firmly in protest.
“Yes, Your Majesty,” I whispered, blushing hard with shame.
“You know what that means then, don’t you, sweet girl?”
“I’m not sure, Your Majesty,” I ventured.
“That means you’re going to go over my knee quite often, baby girl. I’m going to make sure this bottom is at least a little pink every day,” he threatened just as he pressed a litt
le harder on my clit.
My mind swirled at his warning and my nipples pebbled hard. My hips pressed down against his thigh and I imagined myself naked over his knee, getting my bottom spanked hard whenever I was naughty and even when I wasn’t.
My orgasm came hard and fast, making me shudder with pleasure even as my backside throbbed and stung from his punishing palm. His fingers slipped inside me, two in my pussy and one against my clit and I tensed as I felt another press against my bottom hole. I protested, but it didn’t matter. He claimed it roughly and I trembled as the quick ache burst through me. After that though, he started to pump all of those fingers inside me, over and over, and it started to feel good. Really fucking good.
He made me come several more times with his hand and I drowned in that pleasurable bliss. I cherished the way I felt over his lap, knowing that it would probably be the last time I came for him and likely the last time I was ever spanked too.
