You give Queen Ann what she asks for

You sigh. "I'm just going to ask you just this time. Do you really want me to become the man you want me to be?"

Queen Anne nods. "Yes"

"A man in control and driven. Is that what you want?"

"Of course."

"Really? You're sure?"

The queen is smiling as you finally get it. "I am sure. Make me yours!"

"Very well,"

Then you slap her face hard, causing a loud smacking sound to reverberate in the room. The slap has enough **** to leave your mark on her face, but you're careful of causing any lasting injury on her.

Stunned by what had just happened, Queen Anne's hand gingerly go to the area, which is turning red. She then turned toward you, unshed tears marring her furious face.

You slap her on the other side of her face. "You're not allowed to talk, bitch."

The second slap also caused Queen Anne to remain still. You calmly put her body on your laps and spank her hard, causing the queen to let a yelp. "Shut up, bitch," you say as you spank her again and again.

Amidst your spanking the woman on your lap, your mind veered to somewhere else. You are taking an enormous risk, but even if your mother and you comply, there's no telling whether Queen Anne will give face to the two of you or not; complying would have proven yourself to be weak.

So, thinking from another point of view, you must show you're not weak by not being afraid to use **** against her.

Queen Anne talked about the so-called hidden guard. The thing is, unless she holds him in the fullest confidence, he would be a source of weakness for her since he would witness her affairs and other misconducts. Even if she trusts him fully, which someone of her twisted personality wouldn't, you are confident of killing her before he could get close enough to rescue her. Or if you want, you can inflict paralysis on her, which is scarier than instant ****. Wounds and cums all over her body? Those are small compared to what you can do to her now that she's close enough.

The thing is, you don't believe her assertion that there's a hidden guard. Each hit on her reddening buttocks dispels that possibility even further. There is no guard. She's just bluffing you, and you called her bluff.

You sigh, even as your hand keeps spanking her.

Queen Anne is crazy and dangerous, there's no denying that. But she's not as accomplished as she made herself out to be. From the way she tells the story, you suspect her husband isn't that capable in the first place, and it was Queen Anne who had struggled to put him in the current place. From her sneering, you also found out that she's not as capable as she thought herself to be. Waging a war is a herculean undertaking. Not just people, you also have to think about their weapons, food, supplies and clothing. Even something as mundane as stuff to clean their asses is something to plan for. You know, since that's how you ended up here, smacking after smacking her ass, after you've done fucking her.

Maybe her husband doesn't want to go to war because he loves peace, or maybe he doesn't because he's lazy to approve all the paperwork.

You don't care.

A bit tired from your action, you stop and look down.

Even in the darkened room, you can see that Queen Anne's asses are red as she remains on your lap, ****.

Too much spanking.

"Why did you hit her buttocks until she fell ****?" your mother asks in wonderment.

Why indeed?