He gets back on Coraline's good side

Marcus stood with his nose against the wall, his poor butt burning under the silk of his girly gown. It was still so very sore. He'd managed to stop crying at least, but every now and then a hoarse little sniffle would escape his lips. No-one had ever dared spank him before in his whole life, and he'd had no idea it could hurt so very much. Right now, he'd do anything to stop Coraline getting mad at him again.

He'd heard his maid rustling around behind him for a while now, with no idea what she was up to, but he was way too scared to disobey her and look back. The young prince was getting worried, and stranger still he was starting to feel guilty. Of course he knew it was perfectly fine for him to get mad at being **** into a dress, but now she'd told him exactly why it still felt like he'd overreacted somehow. She'd done so much to protect him. Without her help he'd be trapped in the dungeons by his traitorous uncle. Maybe he should be trying harder to do as she said and not upset her.

"Marcus, come here." Her voice made him stiffen. He turned round slowly, feeling like a condemned criminal being marched off to the dungeons. She was standing in the center of the room, pointing at the floor in front of her. The young prince shuffled forward, wincing as even that small movement sent fresh shocks of pain through the throbbing and tender flesh of his scalded butt. Soon he found himself standing right in front of her, staring anxiously at her feet. "I really hope you've learnt your lesson." She sighed above him. "I know you're scared after what happened and that's making you act out and be naughty, but I won't stand for it, okay?"

"I'm really sorry, Coraline." Marcus sniffled, meaning every word. "I...won't do it again." She paused a moment, then her soft hand found his tear-stained cheek. He shivered at her touch, but she just gently lifted his head up, guiding his gaze over her ample chest and up to meet her own.

"I forgive you, dear." She smiled down at him. The young prince gasped at the sheer relief those simple words sent flooding through him. It felt like all the awful feelings of the spanking just fluttered away. Even though his butt still hurt, he couldn't be angry at her for it anymore. Before he could even think to stop himself he darted forward into Coraline's chest, burying his tear-stained face in her boobs. Her strong arms wrapped around him, holding him so very tight. "There, there. You're going to be a good boy for me now, aren't you?" She purred. Marcus nodded, pressing himself even firmer into her soft chest. His butt was still stinging so much, but the pain was easy to ignore in her arms. "Now come, I'm going to brush that gorgeous hair for you. We need you looking very pretty indeed if you're going to fool those mean soldiers."

"Yes Coraline." The young prince murmured. At least just letting her brush his hair was nice and easy. He let her gently guide him over to the chair where she'd just spanked him. Marcus shivered at the sight of it, but his maid just sat down and pulled him gently down into her lap. He winced as his poor, stinging butt landed on her knees, but she was still holding him tightly with one arm, and the warmth of her body against his seemed to make the pain less sharp. Her other hand reached behind her and found a wooden hairbrush waiting on the table.

Soon she was gently guiding the bristles through his soft silver hair. With each soft brush, he felt some of the tension leave his body and soon he was lying against her, more relaxed than he'd been since she'd dragged him out of his room all those hours ago. He found himself leaning back into each stroke, letting the gentle pressure send pleasant tingles through his body.

"The Queen used to do this for you when you were younger." Coraline murmured suddenly. "She kept your hair long, you looked so much like a pretty little girl clinging to her skirts. And she wouldn't let us maids near you. Not even me." Marcus paused. The memories were faint, but he had been something of a Mommy's boy when he was very young. He used to get so scared when anyone but the Queen would touch him and cry a lot. "Now I get to do it all I want." His maid sighed, her voice trembling with emotion. "No-one's going to stop me from holding you ever again."

The young prince didn't quite understand what Coraline meant, or why something so simple as brushing his hair would make her so relieved she almost sounded like she was going to cry. But it still felt kind of good and he'd promised himself he was going to do as she said from now on. So he just relaxed and let her continue.