“My Prince, I am a princess! I would shame my family to kneel before a man!”

The prince says nothing, but suddenly stands up, grabs you by the scruff of the neck, and bends you over the back of the seat opposite his. As you start to protest, he barks “Silence!” in such a forbidding voice that you are left speechless. He grabs your flailing arms and pins your wrists to the small of your back, easily holding you over the chair.

“You will find disobedience painful and futile, little one,” he hisses as he starts to spank you.

Smack! The first blow on your upraised bottom takes you completely by surprise. You somehow know that no one has ever raised their hand against you, the princess. Not even your parents ever punished you physically. Then, the pain starts to set in. You feel like there is a hand-shaped fire on your bottom, and you are again reminded of how your senses are deliberately heightened in this IVR. The second blow comes before you can sort out the feelings from the first.

Smack! “Don't test me, princess,” the prince says, almost sounding calm after the earlier venom. “My hand is much tougher than your bottom, and I can keep this up longer than you can imagine.”

Smack! You burst into tears. It's utterly humiliating to be a man in this position. “That's it, little one, cry!. But don't cry for yourself; you brought this upon yourself and you know that you deserve this. Cry because you have disappointed me, and promise yourself, by the memory of your tears, that you will never disappoint me again.”

Smack! The prince no longer addresses you, and you are thinking only of your misery, to be so cruelly used, just because you don't want to humiliate yourself and (in this IVR) your “family.” Didn't I behave like a princess should?

The pain has a strange effect on you, as you experience it not just as pain, but as heat. A heat in your loins that is unmistakably arousing. Sophie must have programmed this body to get off on pain, you think.

The king arrives shortly after your punishment began, though you are facing away from the door, so you don't realize this immediately. Your punishment is over after six spanks and the king clears his throat behind you.

“Remain exactly as you are, princess,” the prince orders. The king, nominally your own father, is standing right behind you, facing your reddened and exposed bottom where it is lifted by the back of the chair! You are more than a bit shocked that the prince would put the king through this; the king is, after all, Sleeping Beauty's father, responsible for protecting her from insult and injury, and the prince is practically rubbing his face in the fact that you have been **** and beaten at the prince's hand.

You turn your head to see the king as he, dressed in his finest robes and with his crown on his head, waits by the door until bidden by the prince to approach.

“Your kingdom has been neglected for a hundred years,” the prince begins. “Many of your vassals have pledged to other lords, and much good land lies fallow. But you have your wealth, your court, and your soldiers. So much lies ahead of you.”

“I am in your debt,” responds the king, “but, pray, tell me your name, and of your family.”

“My mother, Queen Eleanor, lives on the other side of this forest,” said the prince. “In your time, our ruler was my great-grandfather, King Heinrik. He was a powerful ally of yours, I believe.”

You see that the prince notes the look of surprise and then that of confusion appear on the king’s face. “In those times you served your time in my great-grandfather’s castle, did you not, and your queen, perhaps, also?”

The king nods. “You are the son of a powerful monarch,” he says.

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