Deal with it

You tell your mother to get a cup of water, and once you get it, you pour it on Queen Anne, awaking her. Still on your lap, the queen moved and upon realizing where she is, struggle to get up. But you hold her in her place. "Don't move,"

"Why you..."

"SMACK!" your hand hit her ass.

"I'm telling you, not asking you. Understand?"

Queen Anne doesn't answer.

"SMACK!"

"... Yes," she squeaks out.

"Good," you say as you rub her red ass soothingly. "Now what you're going to do is to return to your room and pretend to be sick. Get some poultice to reduce that red marks on your face and only then you can meet people. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Now, tomorrow night, I want you to come here wearing only your undergarment."

"But, someone may see me!" she protests weakly.

"Then, don't be stupid enough to be seen. You are not that stupid, aren't you?"

"N... no."

"Good. If I feel like it, and you're good enough, I'll deign to satisfy myself using your whore body,"

"I'm not a..."

"SMACK!" you hit her ass again. "You're a whore. You are married but offered your pussy for my enjoyment for a price. At least the common whores gives me their wombs for me to sow my oats without being arrogant enough to ask for something. You, on the other hand, you're being cheeky and full of yourselves aren't you?"

"Yes,"

You look at your slightly damp hand. She has gotten wet. "Now go,"

"But my king..."

"Consider it my punishment for your rudeness. You must earn my magnanimity. Do not question me again from now on. Understand?"

"Yes."

"Go."

Quickly putting on her clothes, Queen Anne leave the room.

"Son," your mother finally opens her mouth. "What had just happened?"