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A SPANKING WITH LIZBETT AND LARIAN

Larian gazed down at the perfect bottom staring up at him through the thin, translucent, blue fabric. It had been too long since he had cast his eye upon her full cheeks, and pale from their lack of attention, he could already imagine the bloom he would soon bring to the white skin. Smoothing his hand over the material he began to softly speak.

“Why did you not just tell me how you were feeling? Why did you have to make that poor groom suffer with the cut of your tongue?”

“I, uh, it’s hard to explain,” she stammered, and even harder to think while you’re rubbing me so wonderfully. Oh, my stomach. It is so filled with that fluttering.

“You’d best try,” he said firmly. “You know I don’t like to be kept waiting!”

“It’s different,” she managed.

“Ah. So you prefer to be caught and then punished. You do understand that is manipulating me. Do you think that pleases me?”

“No, Sir, but when I need to feel your, uh, ooh, Sir, I can’t think when you move your hand over me like that.”

“Would you prefer this?” he asked sharply, landing two hard swats, one on each cheek.

“OW.”

“Now speak, or must I spank you until you find a way to explain yourself?”

“No, Sir,” she quickly replied. “I am sorry I manipulated you, I am. It’s just…when you punish me it makes me feel, sort of, whole, and loved. Sometimes I get so frustrated, not by important things, but by silly, petty things, It makes want to misbehave so you will spank me and I’ll feel better again.”

“There, you see? You were able to explain after all.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“I understand completely that it is different for you to be caught and punished, rather than come to me and explain that’s what you want, but, Lizbett, I can give you what you need. I know you don’t quite believe it, but I can. Do not take your frustrations out on the servants again,” he said sternly, landing two more swats. “Do you hear me?”

“OWWW, yes, Sir!”

“Trust me. Next time you feel this frustration, you will approach me, drop on your knees, and tell me.”

“On my knees, Sir?”

“Yes. Just the thought is making you feel something, isn’t it, Lizbett?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You have underestimated me, so now I must spank you for barking at that defenseless young groom, for attempting to manipulate me, and for underestimating me. I think you’re going to have a very sore bottom.”

“Oh, Sir,” she mewed, “I know begging you not to spank me too hard is pointless, but please don’t spank me too hard.”

“Lizbett,” he chucked, “I do love you. Never fear. You’re right of course. Pleading for me to go easy will never make a difference, and I have already decided how I’m going to punish you.”

“You have?”

“Of course I have, and now I sense you are stalling.”

“You know me too well, Sir,” she sighed.

“This will be for being unkind to the groom,” he declared. “You know how I feel about the servants. They must be treated with consideration, and reprimanded only when necessary. A happy servant will work with joy in his heart. An unhappy servant will resent you. We have discussed this.”

“Yes, Sir, we have,” she mumbled, wriggling on his lap.

“Yet here you are, about to have your bottom reddened because you made that young man feel a wrath that was not deserved. Tsk, tsk, Lizbett.”

“Sorry, I am, truly.”

“I’m sure you are, and you will be sorrier in a few minutes,” he said sternly, then lifting his hand he brought it down in the center of her bottom with a solid smack.

“OWWW!”

“I suggest you suppress your cries or bury your head. I do not want the guards alarmed.”

Grabbing the bed covers, Lizbett pulled them into a bundle under her head, stuffing her face in the folds of the thick fabric, and as Larian’s hand began bouncing off her cheeks, leaving a hot sting in its wake, she yelped into the folds of material.

“That’s better. I like to hear that my palm is having the desired effect,” he remarked, continuing to rain his swats over the thin, blue gown, “but it must be kept muted when necessary.”

Moments later he paused. She was wriggling excessively, and slowly sliding the slinky gown over her cheeks, he stared down at her very pink skin.

“I can see you might be feeling some discomfort, but you are squirming too much. Keep still. Let me see if you can obey even that small command.”

“Ooh, Sir,” she wailed, “it is so hard not to move.”

“But you will do as I say, won’t you, Lizbett?”

“Yes, Sir,” she groaned.

Holding her tightly at the waist to give her support, he dispatched his hand in a volley of slaps, quickly deepening the pink blush into a red stain. She wailed into the bed covers, but she didn’t gyrate her hips, and as he moved his hand to whisk it across her sit-spot, he noticed the glistening dew between her legs. The sight sent a fresh wave of need into his loins, and pushing her legs apart he dipped his finger into the slick wetness.

“Oh, Sir, oh, I have need of you.”

“That is obvious,” he muttered pushing further into her depths, “and I have need of you. My cock is swollen against you. I know you can feel it.”

“I can, I can,” she gasped. “Please will you take me?”

“I would like nothing better, but do you deserve such pleasure?”

“I will be good, I swear, I will.”

“I repeat,” he said, removing his fingers and swatting the center of her bottom, “do you deserve it?”

“Only if you think so, my Lord.”

“That’s better. A few more solid smacks, then you will kneel between my legs and worship me. If you are appropriately humble and repentant, I will thrust my cock into you and stroke you to your moment.”

“Just your words, Sir, send me forward.“

“And now my hand will finish its discipline,” he said firmly. “Face into the covers.”

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