A bunny brought to ground and punished

Marcus sprinted naked down the corridor, tears streaming down his face. His bare feet smacked against the stone as he ran with all he had, but he only made it a couple meters from the door before Irena pounced after him, leaping that small distance in what seemed like a single bound. She was on him in an instant, grabbing him hard by the waist and dragging the flailing, screaming prince back into her body. One hand covered his mouth, crushing his lips shut, while the other arm dug painfully into his belly, holding him where he was.

"That wasn't smart." She sneered in his ear. "You're going to learn, naughty bunny, that it's a very bad idea to upset your Mistress." He fought as hard as he could, pulling against her iron grip with all his strength. It made no difference. She just dragged him back into his parents' room and tossed his trembling body on to the bed. "I wanted to break in that pretty mouth of yours on top of your Mother's bed." She drawled, glaring down at him so fiercely he was too afraid to even move again. "Use her beloved son like a toy exactly where it would hurt her most. Now I suppose I get to punish you there for the first time as well."

Her hand moved down to her waist and she grabbed what looked like a long black stick from her belt. There was a small leather loop dangling from one hand. Marcus froze stiff as soon as he recognized it, his heart going cold. A riding crop. He remembered he'd been given one very similar for his sixteenth birthday, when his Uncle Gaius had taught him to ride a pony. He'd hit the poor animal underneath him only once, before the pony's muffled grunt of pain had made him feel so awful he'd burst into tears.

Irena advanced on him now, holding the awful thing high. Marcus screamed in panic. He tried to wriggle away, but ended up caught on the blankets and flailing helplessly. The huntress pounced like a lioness, landing on the bed beside him, her large hand pressing into his back. She pinned him there with ease, and no matter how much he wriggled and bucked it made no difference.

"Now, little bunny." She growled above him. "I'm going to make you howl." With that last word, she brought down the crop with a flick of her wrist. The loop cracked right across the middle of one plump butt cheek. The sharp impact of leather on flesh froze Marcus to the bed, and for a moment he felt nothing but stunned surprise. Then the pain began, a single searing point of agony that made him shriek and struggle. Another loud crack as the crop bit across the other side, in the exact same spot. Two points of burning pain worse than anything the pampered prince had ever felt in his life.

There was a pause, Marcus sobbing into the sheets and wondering how any punishment could be so awful. Just those two hits and he was already promising himself he'd do anything to stop her striking him again. Anything she wanted, even giving up his precious first time to her. Then the crop slammed into his butt again, her muscled arm rising and falling to lay down a rain of stinging blows and he realized she was only just beginning.

The young prince howled just like she'd promised, shrieking wordlessly and kicking his flailing legs as the crop rained down again and again on his poor suffering butt. She was totally merciless, landing swat after swat across both cheeks. It felt like she meant to turn every inch of skin a burning shade of scarlet. He kicked and bucked against her hand, but it felt like trying to lift a block of iron. Between his screams and **** sobs he couldn't even find the words to beg for mercy, no matter how **** he was. The crop was utterly vicious and so was she, the strength of her arm never once wavering. Each hard smack left a burning weal that seemed to sink deep into his plump flesh. He couldn't even tell each single mark apart any more. His whole butt was just one swollen, searing lump of agony.

When she started on the back of his thighs, Marcus' howl of pain was so shrill it made his own ears hurt. The crop hurt even worse there, the skin so tender it felt like she was laying a sizzling brand against his flesh. Irena only gave him a few more there, but by the end of it, the young prince was slumped in sheets soaked wet with his own tears. He was trembling like a leaf, the pain of his scorched hindquarters searing through his whole body. Even his legs were aching with how much he'd thrashed and kicked.

"There we are." Irena purred with satisfaction. Her hand traced down his back, and he trembled in agony when it reached the burning mounds of his tender butt. Her fingers were very gentle though, rubbing over his stinging flesh in a way that seemed somehow soothing. "I think this is one very sorry bunny who's going to do as his Mistress tells him from now on. Because if he doesn't, he gets the crop again, or maybe I bring out one of my whips next time. Those sting even more on poor tender boy-flesh. I'd love to see one crack across this adorable butt of yours." She cupped one suffering cheek, and Marcus sobbed hoarsely as her fingers found a sorer spot, even that slight pressure adding even more agony. Her talk of whips made him shudder in fear. If it really was worse than this, he was convinced he'd die if she ever struck him with one.

Irena let him go at last, and he heard the rustling of leather as she started stripping off again. He had his face buried in the tear-stained blankets, sobbing away as his poor butt burned like he'd sat on a fire. The young prince felt so lost and broken. No matter what awful things she wanted from him, he had to do as she said just to never feel that awful crop again.