“Please, my prince,” you plead, “I am so afraid of you.”

“You will, perhaps, find me more reasonable than you expect.”

The prince gets up and bolts the door. He then puts out all the candles save the four nearest the bed. He then returns to the bed, grabs your wrists in his left hand, and stretches your across his lap, with you face on the bed and your bottom in his lap. He murmurs “very, very lovely” as he runs his hands across your ass and between your legs, which he parts slightly.

The pain is intense as he starts to spank you, and you sob into the covers. You understand that he probably isn’t spanking you as hard as he could, but the humiliation and pain leave you struggling to not cry so loudly that you irritate him even more. “I think you are sobbing more from the humiliation that the pain!’ he scolds you, as he delivers another series of hard, loud smacks to your bottom. You feel your sex leaving a moisture trail on his leg as you writhe, and that humiliates you all over again. Damn Sophie and her masochistic programming! you think. I'm enjoying this far too much.

At last it is over, and he stands you in front of him. “Toss your hair back!” he commands. You immediately obey.

“I don’t think you were so very spoiled,” he says. “I find you very obedient and eager to please, and this makes me very happy. Clasp your hands behind your neck, under your hair.”