Only once she explains things, and forgives him too

Though he knew this was the proper punishment for his stupid, naughty behavior, Marcus quickly convinced himself that a spanking from Kihara couldn't really be too painful. She was always so kind and gentle with him, as strong and fierce as she was otherwise. The thought of her tenderly swatting his soft butt as she held him naked and helpless in her lap had become something of a fantasy for the young prince ever since she'd teased him about it yesterday. He knew she was really upset and angry right now, and that this definitely wasn't going to be some naughty game for the pair of them to enjoy, but a part of him was still looking forward to it with tingling anticipation. She'd warm his bottom a little with a few soft smacks until she was satisfied and he'd stop feeling so guilty and sad about what he'd done just like she said would happen. Afterward, they'd make up and he could spend the rest of the evening satisfying her every desire in her warm tent. Just the thought made him smile even as he lay bare-bottomed across her lap, waiting for his spanking to begin.

Then her hand cracked hard across the center of one plump cheek, the sharp, slapping noise filling his ears, and he suddenly knew just how wrong he was. The pain took a moment more, but brought a shrill, frantic squeal from his lips as a burning welt prickled up across his soft, pampered skin. Her hand darted away, then struck again just as hard. The same stinging pain seared across his tender flesh, his poor, soft butt already burning hot like he'd sat in a campfire.

He yelped out like a startled puppy, wriggling forward in her lap to try and get away from her stinging palm. Before he could squirm free or cover his burning butt, her other hand seized his wrists and pinned them behind his back. She held him down with ease as another savage swat cracking across his tender skin. The squeal that drew from his trembling lips was even shriller and the shock of burning pain stinging across his pampered flesh brought tears to his eyes. He'd never imagined that a spanking could hurt so very much, every inch of skin she struck left raw and welted, achingly tender for the next blow. And she just didn't stop, her hand continuing to rise and fall in a slow, cruel rhythm that left him trembling and sobbing in tearful terror between each hard smack. She seemed to know exactly how long to wait so that the burning pain of each stinging welt grew so sharp he could hardly bear it, then she'd spank him again.

Soon he was in floods of tears, fighting her with all he could, his legs kicking wildly behind him and his chest bucking against her fierce grip. No matter how much he struggled, he couldn't even move an inch over her lap as she pressed his slender body down with barely a fraction of her strength. His butt was already so very sore, but she just kept hitting him. Her hand struck across one plump cheek, squashing it into his hips, then she'd draw away and he'd feel his poor butt wriggling and clenching tight as he struggled hopelessly to absorb the pain. He was sobbing so hard he couldn't even speak, couldn't even beg her to stop or scream how much it hurt. When every inch of his butt was thoroughly raw, she even moved down to his soft thighs, landing a hail of quick smacks across that achingly tender, quivering flesh. Somehow it hurt even more there and the young, pampered prince dissolved into shrill howls of squealing pain, his thrashing legs burning wherever she struck.

One more hard smack landed on his butt, her palm cracking across skin that was already so achingly tender and painful. His shrill scream of pain died in a frantic, whimpering sob. He couldn't take this. It was too much, his poor butt just too sore. The crack of palm on soft flesh filled his ears again, followed an instant later by even more pain. His little body slumped exhausted over her lap, unable to fight her even one moment more no matter the agony she was causing him. He just lay there sobbing helplessly into the grass as she kept spanking him over and over, her hand never once any gentler.

At long last Kihara stopped, just when Marcus had given up entirely, his world reduced to the burning agony of his glowing butt and thighs. Her palm was resting now over one achingly tender cheek, and the young prince whimpered softly as he felt her callused fingers rub gently over his stinging skin, brushing across the very sorest spots. Along with the burning welts, he could feel a duller, throbbing ache sinking deep into his flesh. Marcus had never had much experience with pain until now, but even he could tell this was going to hurt for a long time yet. The thought squeezed fresh, burning tears from his aching eyes, dribbling down his cheeks to join the damp puddle under his face.

Suddenly he felt her hands on his waist, gently pulling his trembling little body off her lap. He squealed shrilly, terrified of more pain, but instead she just lifted him up and then sat him back down across her knees, his bare legs dangling on either side of her waist and his poor, burning butt wriggling in the air. Marcus stared up at the face of the woman he adored through a mist of tears, still sniffling softly. That he'd somehow made her angry and upset enough to do this to him hurt almost as much as the spanking. How could he have been so stupid? The guilt returned, worse than ever, like a vicious claw strangling his throat and suddenly he was sobbing again, hoarse and raw.

"I know you're very sore right now, little one." Kihara murmured, holding him tight in her arms. The hand that had spanked his aching butt raw now tenderly rubbed up and down his shivering back, her callused fingers tracing over his thin shirt. In her gentle embrace, the young prince felt the pain and sickly guilt ease, just a little. "But it's over, I promise." She continued, gazing down into his tear-filled eyes. "You've been punished properly, and taught a good, hard lesson about how naughty you were. So now, I can forgive you." Those three little words washed over the sobbing prince like a tidal wave. He froze, hardly able to believe what he was hearing. She forgave him? Even...after he'd been so stupid and naughty?

"I'm sorry..." Marcus sobbed, burying his tear filled face in her shoulder. He nuzzled into her neck, fresh, painful tears dribbling down onto her robe. All he wanted was to stay in her arms and cry like this forever, with her holding him so very tight. But he had to tell her...he had to make things right. "I'll never do it again! I...promise I'll be good from now on!"

"I know you will, little one." Kihara purred in his ear. "You're a very good boy, kind and honest and so-very cute. That's exactly why it upset me so much to hear that you somehow think you're not worth anything to me. It hurt me a lot and it hurt you too because you were silly enough to believe it. We've known each other only these short few days, but I promise you mean a lot to me already. That's exactly why I never want you hurting yourself like this ever again. And why I had to be so hard on you, to teach you how silly you were to think I'd ever just break my word and leave you behind. So from now on, next time you start getting these naughty ideas that you’re not worth anything to me, I want you to remember how sore your bottom is right now, and how I taught you very sharply over my lap that it's just not true, okay?"

"Oh...Kihara." The young prince wept helplessly. "I will...I will remember!" Now it felt like he understood at last and everything just slotted into place in his mind. She'd been so hard on him, and his poor butt was still so very sore, but suddenly he knew exactly why it had to happen that way. Otherwise...he just wouldn't have understood at all how wrong he'd been, how much he'd hurt her, and maybe he'd even have done it again! He was sure he'd never forget how hard she'd spanked him and so he'd remember that she really did care, that she'd never abandon or toss him aside like he feared so very much. It all made his heart ache fiercely in his trembling chest, almost as much as his poor, tender butt. And he just couldn't stop crying into her shoulder. She did care! She cared enough to punish him like this when he did wrong, which was more than anyone else had ever done for him!

"There, there." She murmured, tenderly rubbing his back all the while as he sobbed and trembled against her. "I know. You're a very good boy, little one. My very good boy." Her words and strong embrace made him feel so warm and safe, but Marcus kept crying for quite a long time, until he was limp and exhausted in her arms, the front of her robe stained wet with his tears. At long last though, his throat aching, the young prince raised his head and stared up at this gorgeous woman he just adored. And somehow, even though she was strong and brave and smart, everything he wasn't, she cared about him too. She'd taught him so, the one way a silly boy like him could learn, with a good, hard spanking on his bare butt. In spite of the pain, he smiled shyly up at her beautiful face. Then he felt her hand gently trace down his shivering back, and her fingers brushed over the achingly tender skin of one of his glowing cheeks. He winced and whimpered, even though he was trying to be brave. "Now this feels like the bottom of a very sorry boy who's learnt his lesson." She purred. "Is it very painful?"

"Yes." He sniffled. His butt was still so very sore, the dull, hot ache sinking deep into his flesh, but he deserved as much for upsetting her. There was no thought in his head of blaming Kihara. She'd been right to spank him so very hard and long, no matter how much he'd kicked and howled and tried to wriggle away. Otherwise he wouldn't have understood any of this!

"You have a very, very cute bottom, little one, so round and soft for a boy. It's one of the many things I like about you." She smiled teasingly down at him, her eyes shining in a gorgeous way that made his aching heart skip a beat. "I'd much rather smack it gently the next time I put you over my knee, give you the sort of spankings good boys get from me instead. I think you're the kind of boy who likes that." It wasn't a question. She clearly knew already, but Marcus smiled shyly and nodded anyway, color flooding to his tear-stained cheeks. As painful as his bare-bottom punishment had been, the thought of a naughty spanking instead still gave him a little thrill. He could imagine her holding him firmly in her lap, tenderly swatting his soft cheeks over and over as he wriggled and squealed in delight, making his butt nice and warm with her palm. Then she paused and frowned, suddenly serious again, and he stiffened up to listen to her like a good boy. "I don't want to have to be strict with you, but I will give you another spanking just as hard if you ever upset me like this or hurt yourself in such a silly way again. As many times as it takes until I teach you to stop being so naughty. Do you understand that?" He nodded frantically, **** to please her. Hearing her say all those kind things made the warm, aching feeling swell even tighter inside his chest. Through all the pain, he was still so very grateful to know she was going to be looking out for him and that she'd keep putting him bare-bottomed over her lap for proper spankings whenever he did things wrong and upset her. He had to tell her so, no matter that his throat was so tight he could hardly **** out the words.

"Thank you, Kihara." He whimpered helplessly. "For um...spanking me and teaching me not to be so naughty and...everything else."

"You're very welcome, little one." Kihara smiled gently back, her eyes sparkling again in that way he just found almost too beautiful to handle. "I'm just glad you've learnt your lesson. Now, let's see what I can do to help this adorable bottom feel just a little less sore." She continued, her palm reaching down to cup one aching cheek of his poor well-punished butt. Her fingers were very gentle as they brushed over his naked, stinging skin, but even that tender grip still told him he was hers, to do with as she wished.