She is, but that doesn't spare him much

"Stand up straight, arms behind your back!" Kriss snapped. "Roll those shoulders back, and spread your legs too, thighs nice and wide apart." She'd grabbed a long, whippy cane from her desk and emphasized each command by lightly tapping the area she mentioned. It only stung a little on his bare, tender skin, but Marcus knew if she swung any harder that awful stick would hurt like nothing he'd ever felt before. "Remember what you're supposed to have learnt today." She growled, little trace of her earlier playfulness left in her voice. As scary as it had been to have her cooing over him like a prized pet, the young prince much preferred that to this impatient snapping. "You please your owner, always, and that includes how you present yourself. You show off your naked body to her, make sure she can enjoy everything by just reaching out a hand if she so desires it. Now clasp your wrists, right over left and just hold that position." Marcus did as she said, slipping his hands over each other. This was exactly how Tania had always stood, he realized. Now it was him doing it, he was so much more aware of just how exposed this left him. With his shoulders back his naked chest and little pink nipples were right where she could see, and even worse his spread thighs left his poor dick exposed between his trembling legs. At least he'd finally gone soft, that strange, tingling arousal that had tormented him all day finally fading. "We call this position attention." Kriss continued, flipping the cane up under her arm. "It's how a **** should stand when told to wait or when they are otherwise receiving instructions. Can you remember this position, pretty boy?"

"Yes Mistress." Marcus sniffled, guessing no other answer would be acceptable. The furious blush on his cheeks and the twisting shame in his belly would probably make sure he never forgot how it felt to stand like this, naked and exposed in front of a woman as scary as her. No-one had even seen him naked in years before these horrible people had taken him. Now he was being **** to put himself on display!

"Then I'll expect to see you standing this way from now on." Kriss nodded, and her lips curled back into that thin smile as her eyes flickered over his naked body. "It shows the proper obedience and respect to me and the other staff here. See, I'm teaching you to keep out of trouble, already. Isn't that nice of me?" Her expectant gaze flickered back up to his face.

"Thank you, Mistress." The young prince replied quickly.

"Good boy." She nodded. Marcus shivered at the strange, tingling feeling those two words sent through his body. "Now, for a nice thorough inspection." The hot anticipation in her voice left little doubt that this was just an excuse to get her hands on him, and sure enough over the next few minutes Marcus had to stand here blushing furiously as this scary woman ran her fingers over every inch of exposed flesh. She rubbed his tingling nipples until they were stiff and itchy, then slipped a few fingers into his mouth and slid them along his lips and teeth like she was a horse. Then her groping hands slid down to his trembling thighs, squeezing at the plump soft flesh. One darted in, and Marcus let out a little squeak of shock as he felt her finger trace along his soft dick. "Oh this is just so very cute." She purred softly, cupping his balls in her palm. "Smallest I've seen in a long time, but that just suits a girly boy like you perfectly. You a virgin, sweet thing?" Marcus froze at the unexpected question, biting his lip hard. He tried to answer, but the words got caught in his tight throat. Before he could **** them out, her other hand darted in and smacked his thigh hard. The young prince yelped shrilly, but didn't dare even more while she still had her fingers on his dick. A stinging red welt prickled up on his pale flesh, almost the exact shape of her cruel palm. "I asked you a question." She snapped coldly.

"Yes Mistress." Marcus sobbed.

"Thought as much." She smirked, that moment of anger slipping away. "That's going to make tonight even more fun. It's not every day you get to deflower a prince, after all. Jana's going to be so jealous. Hope she doesn't take it out on you, but she probably will." She let his dick go at last, but not without giving it an affectionate little pat that made Marcus shiver at the tingling pleasure her touch sent through his skin. Why was he getting turned on again? He...was so scared, but he couldn't help it. Even though this awful woman had just told him she was going to **** him...take his precious first time like it was nothing at all. Kriss straightened and stalked around his body like a hungry lioness, her icy blue eyes drifting down his skin. "Ah yes..." She purred from behind him. Marcus squeaked out as he felt her hand on his butt, fingers digging into his soft skin. A piercing little squeal escaped his lips as her palm cracked across his cheek. "You've got a better ass than any of the girls we took. Going to have a lot of fun with it tonight as well." She continued, rubbing and squeezing at the stinging welt her slap had left. The young prince stood there trembling as she cupped his buttock under her palm, her groping touches making his skin tingle. That horrible Nurse had said the same thing. Why did all these awful people like his butt so much? "You seem clean enough, so I think it's time we move on to your punishment now." Kriss let him go suddenly and he gasped in relief, before his brain caught up with what she'd just said. Then he started shivering again, as she stalked round in front of him and stood there, staring down with a cold smirk. "How many swats did you earn yourself today, ****?" The amused look in her eyes left little doubt that she knew already. This was just to humiliate and scare him even more.

"Fifteen, Mistress." The young prince gasped out, fresh tears dribbling down his cheeks.

"Let's make it an even twenty, shall we?" Kriss drawled. Marcus almost squeaked out a protest, before her cold glare froze the words in his throat. "Another five for not answering me quickly enough just now. You'll learn quickly here that no naughtiness goes unpunished, pretty boy. Now follow me, over to my lovely spanking bench." The young prince trembled, clutching his wrists tighter behind his back. A spanking bench? Just the words made him want to run out of the room screaming. He was way too afraid of her not to follow anyway as she strode round to the side of her luxurious bed, where that strange wooden stand he'd noticed earlier. Closer now, he saw the leather restraints waiting ominously on the sides. "Now, you just lie on top here, pretty boy." Kriss patted the cushioned surface of the bench. Marcus shuffled forward, wondering why they'd bother with his comfort if she was going to be thrashing him anyway. Feeling like a doomed prisoner going to the gallows, he awkwardly lowered his trembling body over the bench, resting his belly on the cushion. Kriss darted round each side of him, pulling his legs down through the restraints and tightening them round his ankles. She did the same for his arms, and he didn't dare fight her even then. In moments, he found himself pinned to the bench, naked and ****. He could only move his head, the rest of him was fixed in place, the leather straps holding his limbs tight enough he couldn't even twitch. "Comfy?" Kriss drawled in his ear, running a possessive hand down his shivering back.

"Yes Mistress." Marcus answered, his voice a strangled little sob, trembling with fear. His butt was hanging off the end of the bench, exposed and ****. The tender skin of his pale cheeks tingled in the cool air.

"Good. Get used to this position pretty boy. Novices like you just can't stay out of trouble, and I'll be making sure I'm the one to punish you as many times as I can." After that horrible promise, the awful woman straightened back up. He heard her footsteps padding away across the room. Craning his neck round, he could just about see her leaning over the rack of horrible **** instruments, running a hand over crops, paddles and whips. "Now let me see, which of my wonderful tools should I use on that adorable, plump ass of yours." She purred, the hunger in her voice making him shudder. "A strap for the first ten, I think." She took a strip of oiled leather from the rack, letting it dangle down from her hand. "Just to warm you up. Then once that lovely, smooth skin is good and hot, we'll move on to the cane. It'll hurt more that way." Marcus let out a strangled squeaking noise. His throat was so tight with terror he couldn't even scream. She slipped a thin, wooden cane from the rack in her other hand, swinging it through the air. The awful whistling noise made him jerk against the restraints, fighting the leather with all he had. His body hardly even budged.

"Please." He gasped out, forcing the word through trembling lips. "Please, don't hurt me, Mistress."

"Sorry, pretty boy." Kriss smiled wolfishly at him as she stalked forward, her icy eyes fixed on his poor, trembling butt. "You're adorable, definitely my favorite, but that just means I want to be even harder on you right now." Where she stood now, behind the bench to one side, Marcus could just see her out the corner of his eye. He watched her, breathing hard and fast, as she laid the cane on the bed beside her and raised the strap inside. "Count these strokes and thank me for each one." She snapped, the glistening leather dangling from her grip.

Her muscles bulged as she gripped the strap tightly, the vicious strength of her arms and shoulders in plain view. Marcus felt light-headed, his heart pounding so quickly it felt like it was going to burst out of his chest. His stomach turned, sheer terror leaving him on the edge of vomiting. All he could think about was how hard this awful woman had whipped Dennis last night, the vicious crack of leather on flesh and the groom's piercing screams. If she did the same to him, he'd die of the pain! She had to know that, right? Time seemed to slow to a crawl as Kriss swung her arm back, the leather strap dangling down. Marcus felt his muscles tense, pulling against the straps keeping him pinned. Sheer animal panic made him fight to get free one last time, even knowing it was useless. He couldn't take this!