so for the princess scenario—my knight is older than me (bc of course) and in charge of getting me from place to place along with protecting me. but i would truly rather stay in my room than do anything so everything is a fight
one day, as she’s trying to get me ready to go to my lessons, she starts explaining how i’m going to need this stuff when i’m queen, but i tell her i’m just going to have advisors to do all of that for me
“So then what purpose do you serve?”
“If your advisors are the ones making all of the decisions because you know nothing, then what are you there for?”
“Well, I’m the princess, silly!”
as we’re talking i’m halfway under the bed looking for a bra, so i don’t see her walking up to stand behind me. she’s staring at my ass, panties just a little visible bc my nightgown is riding up.
“Your highness, do you know what I call a lady who has no real talents outside of sitting still and looking pretty?”
before i can answer, she grabs my waistband and yanks my panties up my ass hard enough for my head to hit the underside of the bed.
“A whore. And whores—“ she’s punctuating her words with tugs “—do not get to wear modest underwear. They wear little strips of fabric that leave little to the imagination.”
at first i’m taken aback, but as she keeps tugging, it starts to feel good. she pulls me out from underneath the bed and makes me stand up before pushing me into the wall.
“And they don’t get to wear nice nightgowns either.” she grabs the top of my nightgown and rips, revealing my tits. i try to cover my chest, but she uses one hand to hold my wrists and the other to grope my boobs. it feels so so good and i start trying to rub myself against her like a bitch in heat.
“Don’t tell me you like this.”
“Please, please just let me- help me-“ i can’t even get the words out before she’s holding the front of my panties taut.
“I can’t believe you. You’re supposed to be a dignified lady, and here you are getting off on me treating you like a common whore.”
i don’t even have the mind to take offense, i’m just too busy chasing release. and soon enough i’m whining and making a mess of my panties.
“If I had known that this—“ she tugs my panties again “—was all it took to get you to behave, i would’ve done it years ago.”
she pushes me to the bed and forces me to sit down. “Stay. And don’t even think about picking those panties from between your lips.”
she leaves the room, and i sit there obediently in my mess. i know no one will walk in without asking first, but there’s something thrilling about the thought of another servant coming in and seeing me like this.
after a few minutes, she returns with books and scrolls of paper in her hand. “I’ve told your tutors you’re feeling under the weather and will be taking your lessons in your room today.”
she dumps her loot on my desk and then walks over to me. she grabs the front of my panties and tugs, using them like a leash. i whine and follow her, still sensitive from my orgasm.
she forces me down into my desk chair and switches her grip from the front to the back of my panties. she pulls them over the back of the chair and leaves them there. she stretched them out a little earlier, but i’m still sitting on a strip of fabric more than the chair itself. it’s more painful than pleasurable at this point.
“You have an hour to come up with a trade plan between us and our neighboring kingdom. If I’m not satisfied by your idea, I’ll hang you from the bed post and make you do it again.”
“But—“ she slaps me before i can continue.
“No buts. I’ve spent years trying to find a way to get you to listen. It’s no one’s fault but your own that that way happens to be brutalizing you.”
she starts to grope my chest again, this time fondling both of my nipples. “But if you do it right the first time, I’ll be sure the reward you. It’s up to you.”
She gives them a painful twist before retreating to the corner of the room to watch me work. I pick up my pen and try to get comfortable.
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