Kihara has a lesson about trust

Marcus was quiet as a mouse as Kihara carried his his limp body back through her empty, lavish chambers. The muscular warrior was holding him tight enough in her arms there was no chance of him squirming free, not that it occurred to him to try. He was done trying to run away from her. Even still, the young prince felt a growing, cold nervousness building inside him, mixed up with the sickening guilt already churning in his stomach. He'd messed up again, only...much worse this time. While he knew now that Kihara wasn't going to abandon him, his lover definitely wasn't going to just let this slide either. She'd made it clear enough already she wasn't at all happy with him, and he remembered well enough what that had meant back in the oasis. A little shiver ran down the young prince's spine as he recalled what she'd done to him then, and the certain knowledge that he was in for even more today.

No matter how many times he told himself he thoroughly deserved whatever punishment she decided, or how he tried to remind himself how much of a relief he'd felt been back then once it was all over, he still found himself dreading another spanking delivered by her strong hand. His bare butt tingled under the thin covering of silk that was all this outfit afforded him, his skin tingly and sensitive as he recalled the burning heat her palm had left there. Or maybe she'd decide he deserved something even more painful. After all not only was it the second time he'd messed up like this, he'd behaved much worse this time too!

His wide eyes darted up to Kihara's gorgeous face, pleading silently, but she wasn't looking at him, just staring down the corridor ahead of them, her expression unreadable. Was she...still very angry? She had to be...after how awful he'd been to her, but there was no sign of rage in the set of her beautiful features, just cool determination and silence. The young prince's stomach churned, his heart trembling inside his chest. He had no idea what she was thinking right now, and that frightened him. He'd always have felt better if she just put him down right here and shouted at him, as horrible as that would have been!

At last, they reached the luxurious bedroom where he'd woken up beside her just this morning. Everything had seemed so nice and happy between them, before he'd gone and been so stupid. If only he'd just stopped to think about how she'd treated him in this same bed, how she'd lovingly, mercilessly milked his dick as he squirmed and squealed helplessly, how she'd held him so gently and tenderly afterwards, even the scolding he'd gotten when he tried to overexert himself. If he'd just stopped and remembered any of that, how could he ever have imagined she didn't care about him? Instead...he'd been stupid and forgotten everything just because he'd gotten a bit scared. Marcus the coward, the idiot, just like always. Even now he had the woman of his dreams he was supposedly in love with, who cared for him in turn in at least some small way, he couldn't be brave for once in his stupid life.

Kihara stepped up to her large bed, still carrying him with her. Marcus could only shiver in her strong grip as his lover turned on her heel and sat herself down on top of the silk sheets. She lifted him with her, then set him neatly down in her lap. Her own white robe had slid up slightly, so that his bare thighs now rested on her warm legs. Meanwhile, one of her arms had wrapped neatly around his waist, folding over his slender body to keep him firmly pinned against her chest, like she was worried he might try and squirm away. Marcus bit his lip at that, wishing he could tell her he knew better than to try and run from her now. After what he'd just done, those words would have seemed so hollow and silly, it was no wonder she didn't trust him. He'd done nothing to earn it yet, quite the opposite in fact.

That awful thought made him think again about the look on her face when she'd caught him, the mixture of anger, worry and hurt swimming through her dark eyes that struck him to the very core. His throat clenched, an awful, cold tightness in his chest as he miserably went over and over just how badly he'd messed up, how much trouble and pain he'd caused the woman he loved. Of course he deserved to be punished! If he was any good at all he should be begging her to put him over her lap right now and make him very sorry for what he'd one...only he couldn't even manage that much. The words just wouldn't come...and with each passing moment the young prince felt himself sink deeper into helpless misery and guilt.

"Are you scared, little one?" Kihara asked suddenly, her voice a low murmur in his ear.

"Yes." Marcus admitted, his lip trembling anxiously and his throat cold and tight, threatening painful tears before she'd even started with his punishment. He was almost certain she was about to just turn him over her lap and start smacking him, and every moment she didn't just made him even more frightened.

"Feeling guilty too?" The young prince nodded miserably. She was quiet for a few long moments as he stared at the floor, until he awkwardly raised his head and looked up at her face. As soon as their gazes met Marcus froze, pinned down beneath her cool, level stare. As ever, those dark eyes seemed to see right through him with such effortless ease, leaving him feeling even more exposed than even these thin silk clothes allowed. "Good, I'd certainly hope you do." She murmured, her gaze holding his captive just as easily as her strong arms pinned his trembling body helpless against her chest. "Do you remember what I told you before, in the oasis?" She continued, her voice soft, but firm and clear. "About why boys like you feel so very bad when they know they've done something wrong?"

"Um...you said it was because after I do something wrong, I...know I need to be punished..." His stomach twisted painfully at that, guilt welling up inside him like a cold tide. With how scared he still was of her spanking him, it certainly didn't feel that way. If he really understood that it was something he needed, wouldn't he be less frightened of it now?

"Good to see you remember something of that evening at least." She sighed softly, and Marcus felt his stomach sink even further. He wished he could protest at least a little, tell her that was unfair and he certainly did remember all the wonderful things that had happened that day, but then he'd forgotten the important lesson she'd tried to teach him back then exactly when he should have remembered it most. No wonder she was angry at him. "There was something else I told you though, something you obviously have forgotten or you wouldn't look quite so distraught right now." She continued, a shocking gentleness slipping in to her voice that made him shudder with surprise. "The reason why you really need to be punished isn't just because you've been naughty or because I'm angry at you, it's because it'll help you learn to do better going forward. That's what's really important, I'm going to do this because I believe in you." Her words were soft and soothing, and the shock of it after everything else made the young prince burst into hot, wet tears.

"But...I didn't learn..." Marcus sniffled, the first, painful tears dripping down his cheeks. "You...tried to teach me last time and I still messed up again. I don't even know why. I...just got so scared...and I couldn't think. I thought you were...going to hurt me somehow and...I ran away from you. I'm...so stupid and cowardly...and pathetic..." He would have said more, spilled out all the awful things he'd thought about himself now the floodgates were open, but his words dissolved into helpless, wet sobs.

"Oh...little one." Kihara's hand darted up to cup his cheek. Warm fingers traced over his skin, brushing away the tears even as they flooded down his face. "Don't say those horrid things. You're not stupid or pathetic. Just...a boy, a sweet, adorable, highly-strung boy who keeps letting his fears run away from him. Yes, you should have stopped and thought, you should have remembered to come to me first before running away and putting yourself in danger, but this really isn't all your fault. It's my aunt's...for all the sick games she tried to play with you and me, and mine as well. Mine the most in fact, because I didn't protect you properly, and because I haven't yet managed to treat you in a way that allows you to open up to me properly and trust me the way you should."

"No! That's not..." Marcus gasped out between hoarse sobs. That couldn't be true! She'd always been so kind to him, much more than he deserved! How could she ever blame anything she'd done for his own panicked stupidity?

"Don't argue with me, not now." Kihara snapped, her dark eyes flashing in warning, and the young prince froze, tears still dribbling down his cheeks to drip onto the thin, silky fabric covering his heaving chest. "Yes, I will be open and say there's a few things about you that I find quite difficult and frustrating, this latest incident most of all." His lover continued firmly, in a voice that brooked absolutely no disagreement from him. "But what I want you to know is that when I made you mine, I chose to take on all of that as well...all those good, wonderful things I just adore about you, and also all the parts that make you a bit of a handful too. You're my responsibility, little one, so it's up to me to deal with every part of you. I know it's all going to be hard to understand for a boy who's grown up the way you have, who somehow just can't believe he deserves to be cared for as much as I so clearly know he does. That's fine though, you don't have to get it all just yet. We can take as long as it takes, but you'll understand what I mean when I say you have to trust me, I'm going to make sure of that." Marcus shivered at the determined look in her dark eyes, still pinning him helpless in place as he sat on her muscled legs. Her words swirled around in his head, strange, heavy words he felt like he just couldn't grasp the meaning of quite yet, no matter how **** he was to understand her. Only...even through the haze of confusion, that strong, certain way she spoke every word just seemed to make it all sound so right anyway.

The young prince took a deep breath in, his helpless sobs starting to finally ease. Yes, he didn't quite understand everything she'd said, but that didn't really matter right now, did it? She'd told him everything he should need to know. Despite all his flaws, all his cowardice and stupidity, she still...wanted him anyway. And she was going to try again and teach him how to be better, to trust her more the way he should have in the first place. He let out a wet, relieved sniffle, his chest heaving under the thin, filmy silk. Kihara sighed in turn, her hand continuing to gently stroke at his cheek, rubbing away the last of the tears still clinging to his fluttering lashes with a delicate finger. They were quiet like that for a few moments more, as Marcus let himself absorb what she'd said, turning those words over and over in his mind, hearing the parts he needed to again and again. At last though, he felt her shift against him, her muscled arm loosening slightly, and her hand slipping down from his tear-stained cheek to hold him by the shoulder instead. When he risked a look at her beautiful face, he saw the determination in her level stare, felt the way her fingers gently tightened their grip on him as if preparing to lift him, and it wasn't at all hard to guess what that meant.

"So..um...so are you going to spank me now?" He whispered, his lip trembling.

"Yes." She replied simply. "And plenty more besides." Marcus swallowed anxiously, a little shiver running down his spine. He really didn't want to be spanked, especially since he was growing more and more certain she was going to be especially hard on him this time, but...she was right. He had to learn trust her now, with this...and everything else as well.

"Okay..." He murmured, staring up into the beautiful face of the woman he loved. "I...need it, right?"

"Yes you most certainly do..." Kihara murmured, her full lips curling into a warm, gentle smile. It was the first time she'd smiled at him since leaving him in that horrible harem, and the sight of it took the young prince's breath away. He shuddered with relief, his chest so tight and full it felt like he could hardly breathe. She was just so beautiful...and strong, and kind. He'd been so stupid and weak to ever think she'd been tricking him, and he certainly didn't deserve the care with which she held him still, but now she was going to teach him not to let these awful feelings of fear swallow him up the way they had. It was something...he so desperately needed. He never wanted to hurt her like this again, never wanted to make her so upset and angry because he'd refused to trust the care she'd shown for him. Even...if that meant getting his bottom spanked again, and whatever else she had in mind.

"Um...will you go easy on me if I say I'm sorry?" The young prince stammered, managing a shy smile to show her he wasn't actually being serious about squirming out of his punishment...mostly. She shook her head, a sparkly of amusement in her dark eyes. "How about if I say it...ten more times?" She actually laughed at that, the sound of it sending a warm flutter through his body.

"No, you cheeky boy." She chuckled, her hand slipping down his back. He let out a high-pitched gasp as her fingers slipped under the filmy shorts that covered his nakedness, finding his bare butt underneath and giving one soft cheek a firm, possessive squeeze that had him squirming in her grip. "I'm afraid it doesn't matter how much you cry or beg or kick today, you're getting the long, hard spanking you need." Her words sent another anxious shiver down his spine, along with a tingling, confusing thrill besides that made his soft dick twitch and start to stiffen, no matter how worried he was about being spanked again. "But...I'm sorry too, little one, about so many things." She continued then, staring down into his face, dark eyes swimming with depths of feeling that he could only guess at, that took his breath away and left him drowning in her warm, gentle gaze until he could think of nothing more than her. "I'm sorry I haven't managed to treat you right. I'm sorry I've been so distracted and careless just when you needed me most, but I can promise you now, my dear, sweet Marcus, that after tonight, you are never going to feel like you have to run away from me again."