The Princess and the Spanking
Once upon a time, no that can’t be right. A long time ago in a castle far far away. “What? Get on with it. Yes Ma’am. Don’t call you that. OK, you dirty little slut princess.”
She’s standing with her dress pulled up to her waist and her lacy knickers almost around her knees.
“Get on with it Rodalot,”
“It’s Roderick, Milady,”
“That’s not what I hear from my ladies in waiting, hung like an oversized krakauer and spanks like a demon I believe was the comment I overheard.
“Look, it’s no fun being a Princess, especially when you are the youngest of five girls. My chances of being kissed awake let alone rogered by a handsome prince charming are nil.” She wriggled her butt provocatively.
“So I intend to have some fun before I get married off to an ageing Duke or some smelly prince from a neighbouring kingdom. My ladies were giggling about your spankings taking their fucking to another level so bloody well get on with it.”
I bring the palm of my hand down hard on the left cheek of one of the cutest bared behinds I’ve seen. The flesh that looked so taught ripples away from my hand.
