He can't, which Kriss takes advantage of

A whistling noise as Kriss swung her arm was the only warning the young prince had. The next instant, the leather strap landed across his butt with a vicious crack that filled his ears. For a moment, all he felt was the shock of the impact, driving the air from his lungs and leaving him gasping. Then the pain came. Marcus screamed out as a line of burning agony seared across his tender flesh. His body reacted in a panic, pulling as hard as he could against the leather bonds holding him to the bench. His legs tensed, **** to kick and thrash, but he couldn't even manage that much. Instead, he just lay there howling and **** on pain. With a few short steps, Kriss darted round the front of the bench. His scream died in his throat as he saw her glaring down at him, that awful strap dangling from her hand. No matter how much pain he was in, he was now so scared of her he could only **** out a trembling little whimper from his lips.

"What did I tell you?" She snarled, grabbing him by the chin and yanking his head up. "You count every stroke and thank me for them." The young prince swallowed hard, struggling to speak through the waves of white-hot agony. Tears were streaming down his cheeks. He had to say something...he had to beg her to stop!

"I can't...it hurts too much, Mistress." He blubbered, praying that being good and calling her that would make her show mercy. "Please" He choked out the words. "Please...don't hit me again."

"You're already like this after one stroke. Fuck, you're really going to have a bad time here until we toughen you up, pretty boy." She purred, and just like that he knew begging for mercy had backfired. Her icy eyes were alight with amusement, and she even licked her lips hungrily as she stared down at his sobbing face. She enjoyed seeing him like this, he realized with a sickening lurch, which meant she was going to keep doing it! Just the thought filled him with keening despair, and he slumped over the horrible bench, sobbing his heart out. His butt was still so sore, that strip of burning skin sending waves of pulsing agony into his flesh. "I keep going until you count each stroke you were given and thank me for them." Kriss continued, stalking back round behind him. The thought of her standing there, with another straight shot at his poor, **** butt almost made him vomit from sheer terror, his stomach heaving. "That can take as long as you want it to, your Highness."

At that last, mocking word, she swung again. Marcus was tensed and trembling as the oiled leather wrapped around the curves of his butt, kissing at his flank. This time he knew the pain was coming, but it didn't help him in the least. As soon as it hit, another band of searing agony laid right above the first, he screamed out again, thrashing helplessly on the horrible bench. How could it hurt so much? And she'd keep going until he counted all twenty! He'd die before then, he was suddenly sure, but it was the only way she'd ever stop!

"One...thank you Mistress." He managed to **** out the words between hacking sobs, sheer panic and desperation giving him the strength to speak.

"Finally." She sneered, then swung again.

"Two, thank you Mistress." Marcus yelped, before the full **** of the pain hit and the words dissolved into another shrill shriek. That had been lower down, landing on unmarked flesh and adding another vicious line of burning agony to the two that were already far too much for him to bear. Before this, the worst pain he'd ever experienced was when he'd dropped a dinner plate at eight years old and sliced open his hand trying to pick up the shards. That had been just awful, and he'd cried terribly until his Mother had bandaged the wound and hugged him tight in her lap. Now that stinging cut felt like nothing at all, compared to the waves of searing pain coming from the scalded skin of his butt. Another awful whistle gave him just enough time to start screaming before the fourth stroke even landed, barely managing to **** out the words to count it.

What followed was ****. The repeated strokes were bad enough, especially once they started landing on the already burning welts Kriss had left on his skin. Almost worse was having to count them and thank the awful woman for each one, when all he wanted to do was scream and sob and thrash helplessly in his bonds. He was so afraid of her he could just about squeak out the words between **** howls. When he finally made it to ten, he let out a **** sob of sheer relief, before it hit him that this was only halfway and he felt his stomach just collapse inside him. His vision swam, and for a moment he was sure he was going to pass out. That would have been a blessing. At least **** he wouldn't be able to feel how sore his butt was right now. The pain was coming in vicious waves, sinking deep into his achingly tender flesh, and even he knew he'd be feeling this strapping for a very long time.

Then Kriss stalked round in front of the bench again, a satisfied smirk on her face as she drank in the sight of the young prince sobbing with despair and pain. She'd dropped that horrible strap, and instead now held a thin, wooden cane in her hand. Marcus' panicked gaze flickered over the awful thing and he whimpered in fear when she swung through the air with another vicious whistle. In this moment, he couldn't imagine anything scarier than the thought of that striking his already tender butt with all her horrible strength behind it. He was sure it'd cut him right open.

"You are just a joy to punish, pretty boy." Kriss purred, her voice dripping with sick pleasure. "I haven't enjoyed a good strapping like that in a very long time. Problem is, listening to your adorable screams as I turned that cute ass of yours all pretty and red has made me so wet it's getting rather hard to concentrate. I'm thinking you should help me with that." Using her free hand, she unfastened her trousers and yanked them down, revealing her muscled legs. Between them, her pussy was glistening wet just like she'd said, the pink lips full and swollen. Marcus sobbed hoarsely, wondering how anyone could be so twisted as to enjoy hurting someone like this. The worst part was, he knew she liked him and she'd already promised she'd be after him again. How much more of this was he going to have to take from her before his Father saved them all! "Use those lips and tongue the way I saw eat those two sluts out today." Kriss sneered, stepping forward and bending her knees so that her pussy was right in front of his tear-stained face. "Do a good enough job, and who knows, I might decide not to use the cane on you after all."

It wasn't much of a hope. Marcus wasn't stupid enough to just believe the word of a vicious brute like her, but even still, the thought of not having to take another ten strokes with the cane was enough. He craned his neck and slipped his tongue free, remembering how she'd told him to lick along the lips first. Her juices tasted musky and strong, and it was so hard to focus on what he was doing through the agony of of his butt, but he had ****! If he didn't please her, she'd probably be even harder on him.

Trying to remember how he'd pleased Polly and Tania earlier today, he focused on what made her shiver and moan, pressing his face into her pussy and nuzzling and licking as much as he could. When he slipped his tongue inside her she let out a pleased little gasp that told him he was on the right track. At least concentrating on licking her was some small distraction from the pain, but his jaw was already tired and he was terrified what would happen if he couldn't bring her to climax. **** to make sure he pleased her, he worked his way up towards her clit, that little nub of flesh she'd told him about on Tania. As soon as his questing tongue found it, she hissed with pleasure, bucking her hips to rub her pussy against him. Even through the tears and pain, the young prince felt a flicker of strange satisfaction as he realized he was bringing her close to orgasm. Determined now, the young prince licked and sucked all he could, ignoring the growing ache in his jaw and tongue.

At last, she let out a long, trembling groan, her muscled legs tensing and trembling on either side of his face. More of her juices drenched his chin and lips, but Marcus knew better than to shrink away or stop. He just frantically licked and sucked, the pain of his burning butt motivation enough to keep him going no matter what.

"Fuck, that was good." Kriss breathed suddenly, staggering back on legs that were still trembling. "Now I see why those sluts enjoyed you so much. You've got a magic tongue there, pretty boy." She chuckled lightly, then reached down and ruffled his hair, her callused fingers playing with the silver strands. It was strange to see this vicious woman who'd beaten his butt raw smiling now with genuine satisfaction, but weirder still was how it made him feel. Marcus shivered at the little flicker of warmth that toothy grin stirred inside him even though he was in agony and utterly terrified of her. Well, at least she was happy with him now, right? He had to take that chance before she started beating him again!

"Please, Mistress." He whimpered softly, staring up at her with pleading eyes and trembling lips. "Please, don't hurt me anymore." Kriss paused, one hand still in his hair while the other held that horrible cane. Her face was unreadable, and the young prince felt his heart skip a beat as he waited for her reaction.