“To be here is a very sad time for our Queen. She knew love up on Mother Mountain. She had a mother and a father and a man she was going to marry. Her only blood family now is her sons. You know what it is like to be alone among strangers, to not know the way of things. You know what it is to be unable to converse with people. You know what it is to be torn from the life you know and made slave in a strange place. In these things, you and your Queen have much in common. It is part of the reason she is more tolerant of your many curiosities and minor disobediences. There have been times when I have wanted you punished but your Queen forbade it. It is not often I defer to her wishes in my Private Presence and I think you know that.”
He paused to watch her tremble. “Tonight I do not defer. You will receive every punishment you have coming for your transgressions today.”
Another brief pause while she wept openly.
“That’s enough. Straighten your posture and stop crying. I’m not done talking to you.”
About twenty seconds was all she needed to stop the tears. Her stricken expression did not change, however.
“Do you realize how pampered you are, little girl? Have you any idea how coddled you are as the King’s favorite slut? How little work you are made to do? Do you know how many freedoms you enjoy?”
She was stilled, not at all liking where this was going.
“You will not take advantage of your Queen’s kindness, slave. You are too familiar with your Mistress, too comfortable in her presence. You will learn restraint before she sees fit to teach it to you. Arms bound behind your back while being scolded is a small lesson. You could be bound every minute except those you spend in maid service to your Mistress. You could be bound for hours and hours while soldiers torment you at their leisure. You could be made slut to them instead of to your Mistress and I’m half tempted to do that for a few days to remind you of your place.”
He paused again to let that sink in. Slut to the soldiers was no small threat, as she’d seen by watching the bathhouse and confiscated slaves rush among them with mouths open, from one cock to the next. From one bedroll to the next in a never ending line.
“You could be kept on a leash with a gag in your mouth except for eating and performing oral service. You are not even kept in constant need like Echie is. All these things, and many others, would change should Her Majesty decide to implement more strict and demanding training for you. You had best be more mindful of your station in this Court if you wish to maintain your current status.”
He stopped, glaring down on her, decided the lecture was over. “I am so displeased with you that I am going to give you worse punishment than the paddle.”
He paused so long that she leaned forward to place her head on his knee. He reached over her to pull the half bow and release her wrists. A strong hand around her upper arm lifted her, turned her, placed her on her back across his hard thighs with her head hanging. He tied her wrists again, tighter this time, and flung them in fury over her head, displaying her from neck to knee with her feet flat on the floor. Her breath rushed out with his sudden roughness and her belly and chest heaved for air in her apprehension.
If he hadn’t been so pissed at her, he would have taken the moment to enjoy the site of her. His hand smartly slapped the inside of her left thigh as he barked, “Open!”
She parted her legs wide and his hands began repeated slaps to her breasts, womanly mound and the insides of both thighs. Not pleasant and stimulating, but very similar to Lord Moros and Jacek’s Iron Palm technique. Hard, unyielding…reprimand.
“The spanks you got to your ass earlier were for disobeying Her Majesty’s order to stop pestering her. This is my punishment for displeasing me,” he said, and his right hand fell at its hardest to her right breast.
Peeper shrieked with the pain of his large, heavy hand, and continued to shriek or yelp, every strike compelling sound to tear from her throat.
“I know something our Queen does not yet know,” he said, his hands keeping their pace from one spot to the next so that she could not predict where they were going to fall next. “I know that Captain Kron warned you not to ask our Queen about the mountain. I know this because I told him to warn you as we were leaving, and I know that he did so.”
His left hand fell hardest yet on her womanly mound, bringing tears to her eyes and a full scream from her throat. She continued to sob, submitting to the pain of his punishment.
“I know that you disobeyed a Master when I was not here. This is what has displeased me the most.”
His hand landed on the inside of her left thigh just as hard. Anyone outside could hear only the smacks of his hands and her cries. He kept his voice low and controlled, measured
“When I am not here, Captain Kron is the Ranking Master. You are to obey him as you would obey me. Perhaps you were not told this, but that doesn’t matter. He is a Master and…”
His right hand fell six times in rapid succession on her right breast with his last six growled syllables.
“…you did not obey him.”
He did not pause for her cries, did not slow, left hand finding that same spot on the inside of her left thigh, right hand catching that same spot on her womanly mound. His aim was unerring, his punishment painfully relentless. He did not let her catch her breath, regain composure, or even wait for one scream to end before his hand fell again.
“We are away from the Palace. This means all punishment is doubled.”
His right hand found her right breast, coming down so forcefully that she could not make a sound, her body stiff and arcing until the intense pain released her and the sting afterward brought fresh sobs and hot tears.
“With me, doubled means harder, not longer. More intense pain instead of extended pain. While you enjoy lesser pains, the right kind is still punishment to you.”
The same hand landed on her left breast in the exact manner and with the same effects. On it went, relentless and brutal and leaving the five most sensitive areas of her body battered as they never had been. Only Eklur’s crop on her breasts had been a worse punishment.
“The next time you are given a warning or an order by a soldier, you will obey,” he snarled, right hand striking her full against her nether lips, bringing a desperate sob from her throat and a sudden squirt of liquid from her channel.
His hands stilled. He let her lay gasping and sobbing for a moment across his thighs. Her breasts were bright pink and covered with welts formed in the shape of the tight line between his fingers. Her womanly mound was the same color, with much the same welt patterns. Her previously untouched inner thighs were splotched. Her chest heaved with the efforts of breathing and sobbing slow to calm.
With two fingers of his right hand, he spread the top of her nether lips to expose only her clitoris. Keeping her flesh open, he traced the nub with the tip of his left forefinger in slow circles. It popped up in an instant along with her whimpered cry and brief shudder.
“You will be kept in need this night. You will serve without receiving a single pleasure or word of praise.”
He released her flesh and ordered her down. She knelt small before him, reached her head forward to press against his legs, and was refused the touch by his intercepting fingertips above her forehead.
“No. You have one more punishment coming. Her Majesty’s. Have you thought about what you will say to your Mistress?”
Peeper nodded.
“Then we shall go. On your hands and knees as befits a punished bitchslave.”
Excerpt from PEEPER — https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0033PSJIE
——-
TylerRose. is known as Dame Tyler in the NYC public SM/Fetish scene. She is an award-winning author who has written two “lifestyle”, four cartoon, and twentysomething fiction books.
Twitter — https://twitter.com/DameTyler or @DameTyler
FB Fan Page — https://www.facebook.com/TylerRoseGethis/
FB Regular page — https://www.facebook.com/TylerRoseAuthor
Read her books on her Amazon page — https://www.amazon.com/TylerRose./e/B00HCPLSP2
You can also find more of her OP/ED work in Fetlife: https://fetlife.com/users/305828
She enjoys crocheting and baking, and will no doubt die with a thesaurus open on her thigh.
pigtails says
amazing!
kinknproud says
lovely job!