Kriss offers mercy, in exchange for total obedience

"Oh, look at you, pretty boy." Kriss cooed, crouching down in front of the sobbing young prince. "Even cuter now you're begging for mercy." She reached up her hand to brush a callused finger along his tear-stained cheeks. "Why don't you try asking me again? Do a good enough job and I might just be kind enough to put off the rest of your punishment." The young prince swallowed a **** sob. He was all too aware that she'd made the exact same promise if he licked her pussy, and now she was demanding even more. Only, what choice did he have? He was convinced ten strokes of that horrible cane would cripple him.

"Please, Mistress." He whimpered, frantically searching for any words he could say that would spare him that horrible cane's vicious bite. "I'll...be good from now on, I promise. I'll do everything you say...and be a good ****. Just please don't hit me again!" His voice dissolved into hoarse sobbing as the pain of his aching butt overwhelmed his fragile resolve, his heart twisting with terror at the thought that might not be enough to satisfy her.

"You beg very pretty, boy." She smirked. "Okay then, you've convinced me, but only because you're such a sweetheart. I'll give you one chance." She held up a finger, then moved it forward to poke him on the tip of his nose. "I'll let you off that bench and we'll shelve those last ten strokes for now. You do absolutely everything I say for the rest of the night, without question or hesitation, and I'll pretend like I gave them to you, no-one needs to know I was nice. Upset me even once though, and I promise I'll strap you right back down for double that number. You got that?"

"Yes Mistress." Marcus nodded frantically, hardly able to believe she was actually going to spare him. As terrified as he was of her, and even though she'd already viciously beaten his poor, tender butt raw, he felt a flicker of strange, tingling warmth towards Kriss. At least she was willing to show mercy. He doubted there were many others in this horrible place who'd do that.

He lay as still as he could on the bench as she moved round his body, unfastening each of the straps in turn. Only when she ran a groping, possessive hand over his aching butt did he tremble in pain, but he managed to hold back the urge to shrink away from her touch, guessing she'd probably take that as disobedience and immediately strap him back down for twenty more strokes.

"Okay, get up." She straightened. The young prince awkwardly lifted himself up off the spanking bench, silently praying he never ended up bent over that horrible thing ever again. His legs were shaking as he turned to face her, his chest heaving with each tearful little sniffle, but he managed to **** his body into the position she'd taught him, his thighs spread wide, head up and arms joined behind his back. "You remembered." Kriss nodded with satisfaction. "Off to a good start, pretty boy, let's hope it can continue." She flashed him another teasing grin, baring gleaming white teeth. "Now first things first, I want you to go to that container over there and fetch something for me." She pointed across the room to a small wooden chest on a shelf against the wall. "Inside, there should be a glass bottle, bring it to me."

"Yes Mistress." Marcus turned and scurried where he'd been told. His heart in his mouth and his poor butt burning, just **** now to avoid any further punishment, he flipped open the chest and grabbed the small glass bottle he found inside. It was stoppered up with cork and filled with an oily liquid he didn't recognize.

When he turned back, a high-pitched yelp of shock escaped his lips. Kriss was stripping, tossing off her shirt now to reveal her muscled torso and a pair of small, tight boobs above her toned waist. The young prince almost paused to gawp at her, before he remembered what she'd do to him if he hesitated and scurried over to her. Unsure how to stand now he was holding something, he slipped the little bottle behind him, holding it in both his hands. Then he stood there, watching with a mixture of panic and anticipation as she yanked off her boots as well, and then her trousers, leaving her standing there in front of him wearing nothing. While he blushed and shivered, hoping he wasn't about to get a boner despite his aching butt, she hardly seemed to care that she was totally naked in front of a boy, standing there with the same mocking sneer as always.

"When a **** brings his owner something, he presents it to her on his knees, boy." She told him, leering down at the shorter prince. He hurriedly collapsed to the ground, wincing at the sharp pain it sent through his bruised butt. Then he gingerly held out the bottle in both hands. Without further comment, she plucked it from his palm and yanked out the cork. "Open your mouth, nice and wide, pretty boy." She purred. "Head up too, and keep it there." Marcus obeyed, craning his neck up and letting his lips drop open. Just as he'd guessed she would, Kriss held the bottle over his mouth and carefully poured a few oily drops onto his tongue. The sharp, bitter taste made him flinch, but it was strangely familiar all the same. As much as he wanted to ask what she was making him drink, he knew better than to try, and sure enough when she withdrew the bottle she'd stopped sneering as much and instead was gazing down at him with a hungry anticipation that made his skin tingle. For what felt like the longest minute of his life this scary, naked, muscly woman just stared at him with those icy-blue eyes, like she was waiting for something. He couldn't stop himself from gazing back, his limp gaze drifting over her naked body. She looked so very strong, not an ounce of fat on her body apart from her tight boobs which hung invitingly high on her chest. He suddenly felt the oddest urge to nuzzle forward and kiss the lines of her abs, tracing his tongue along those gorgeous muscles. Just like that, he felt a strange, tingling heat spread through his chest. His cheeks flushed, his breaths quickening, and suddenly he felt a throbbing ache between his legs that made him want to moan. In moments, his dick went from wilted and soft to a stiff erection, his hands twitching as he longed to reach down there and soothe this sudden need. "And there we go." Kriss murmured under her breath. "Now, up you get pretty boy." Marcus struggled to his feet, wanting to hide his stiff little dick, but knowing she expected him to stand in the same strict position she'd taught him. "One last thing." She leered at him, her hungry gaze drifting over his shivering, needy boy. "Bring me what's on that shelf over there, and then I'll start having fun with you for real." She nodded behind him, and when Marcus turned to obey he froze in place, another gasp of shock escaping his lips as he saw what awaited him there.