She's even harder on him instead

"Get up, Marcus." Coraline released her grip on the sobbing prince. Trembling with relief, Marcus wriggled off her lap. The dress and gown were still folded up above his waist, baring his plump, tender butt and soft thighs. He awkwardly covered his his dick with a hand as his maid scowled at him. She was still really mad, but at least she'd let him off without spanking him.

"Um...thank you." He sniffled hoarsely, clutching at the hem of the dress and trying to pull it back down without much success. She'd really folded it tight, like she was absolutely determined he end up half-naked for his spanking. "I'm really sorry and promise...I'll do better next time."

"Oh no, naughty boy." Coraline shook her head, glaring at him from that horrible chair. "You are still getting your bare bottom spanked good and hard. I just don't want those pretty clothes I gave you getting creased. Take them off, now."

"Coraline..." Marcus pleaded, but the cold look she gave him made his mouth snap shut. The last thing he wanted was to be naked right in front of his furious maid who'd promised him a spanking, but he just couldn't see a way out. She was his only hope right now, he had to do as she said! His hands were shaking as he frantically pulled the dress up off his body.

"Give me that." She snatched the dress from his grip as soon as he'd lifted it over his head, folding it neatly over her arm. The young prince paused, wearing only his thin little gown and stockings. He was hoping she might at least let him keep his underwear on, but when she kept glaring at him he felt his heart sink miserably. "Gown too, or do you want me to fetch the paddle?" She snapped when he still hesitated. "That stings much worse than my hand, I promise you!"

"No Coraline!" Marcus shook his head frantically. She was threatening to beat him now? This was getting worse and worse every second! He grabbed at his gown and yanked it off, only to have it pulled from his hands as soon it was free. That left him standing there naked except for the long white stockings, sobbing hoarsely even before she'd hit him once.

"You can stay like that for the rest of the day once I'm done punishing you." Coraline put both dress and gown on a cupboard to the side as she spoke. "Naughty, spoiled brats like you don't deserve nice things. I gave you that pretty dress because I thought you'd be a good and do as I said. It's clear I was wrong." Marcus stared at the floor, tears dribbling down onto his bare chest. He hadn't even wanted the dress, but it still hurt to get it taken away. Her scolding just made him feel even more guilty and miserable. Why hadn't he just been good and done his chores right? "Now over my lap again, Marcus." His maid snapped, patting her knee firmly.

Sniffling wetly, the young prince shuffled to that horrible chair and lowered himself down across her knees. He didn't even think about fighting or running. There was nowhere he could go but here with her. She was the only person he had left to protect him. Why had he been so stupid and made her mad? He felt her hands on his waist as she yanked him further over her lap, until his legs were dangling in the air and his head dropped down near hers. His soft butt rested on her legs, quivering and ****. Then she grabbed his arms and moved them behind his back, pinning both his wrists in a firm grip he knew he couldn't break. Marcus tensed, struggling to prepare himself for the pain to come.

He felt her move against him, the one warning he had. Then her hand landed across his soft butt with a vicious crack that jolted through his whole body. The pain took a moment longer, but when it came he yelped shrilly as a searing welt the shape of her palm glowed red-hot across his tender skin. Another swat across the other side made him squeal, her hard hand sinking into the soft flesh of his cheek. Again and again she slapped him, each time waiting just long enough for the pain to reach a searing height before the next spank landed on unmarked skin, leaving another vicious welt. Soon Marcus was crying so hard he could hardly breathe, his legs kicking furiously behind him and his arms fighting her vicious grip. His whole butt was glowing hot. Each smack was just so much worse on bare skin. He could feel her hard palm viciously crack over his plump flesh, the stinging so much more tender afterwards.

"I tried to tell the Queen that she just wasn't raising you right, that naughty boys like you need a firm hand and plenty of discipline, and you know what she did?" Coraline growled above him, even as her vicious hand just kept smacking his poor, stinging butt. No matter how much he howled and kicked, she just didn't stop! His butt felt like it was on fire everywhere she'd struck, the soft skin so hot and tender he couldn't bear it any longer. He wriggled and bucked, trying to fight his way off her lap and spare his butt, but she pinned him there with ease. How was she so strong? "She tried to fire me, that haughty bitch!" He heard her snarl, even over the cracks of her palm on his butt and his own frantic yelps of pain. "Only she couldn't, because her whole household would have fallen apart without me to manage the other maids. Then she ordered me not to speak to you again, me! The one woman who's been watching over you for your entire life! I've done more for you than anyone else, especially her! She never tucked you in at night, or told you stories when you couldn't sleep! I'm the one who really raised you, Marcus, and this is how I'm repaid! With naughtiness and stupidity!"

She stopped at last, breathing hard. Marcus was slumped over, too exhausted to even squirm anymore. His limp head dangled over a puddle of his tears staining the floor. His butt was burning like he'd sat on a cooking fire, a fierce, throbbing pain that sunk deep into the tender flesh, overlaying the older ache of his earlier spanking. Was he even going to able to sit down ever again, he wondered dimly. It was hard to even think, his head all fuzzy and limp after the agony and distress of that long spanking.

He let out a strangled whimper at the shock of fresh pain when Coraline's hand settled over one sore cheek. Rather than hit him again though, his maid just brushed her palm over his achingly tender skin. She rubbed a few of the very sorest spots, and the pain eased a little. Her fingers were very gentle, squeezing and rubbing little slivers of flesh between them. Marcus gasped and whimpered, but she did seem to be making him feel better. If he just focused on her soft caresses instead of the burning pain searing through the rest of his butt, he found he could think a little clearer, even though he was still crying too much to speak.

"I really wish you didn't make me do this, Marcus." She murmured, while her hand soothed away the worst of the stinging agony. "The chores I gave you weren't hard at all. If you'd just tried a little you would have done them right and we'd be doing something nice instead. We could have been having fun together, you could have enjoyed Mama's breasts the way you like so very much or something even better. I want to kiss and hug my pretty boy, not hurt him, but you're not giving me any choice. Now I can't do anything nice for you again until I'm absolutely sure you're going to behave yourself and do your chores right."

"I'm really sorry Coraline..." Marcus sobbed wetly, finding his voice again at last. He felt just awful now, the aching in his chest almost matching the burning agony of his tender butt. "I just...I don't know how."

"Get up, you naughty boy." She sighed, sounding sad now instead of angry. That was even worse. Her hand patted him firmly on the stinging butt and he found the strength to wriggle back up onto shaking legs. He stood beside. "Go stand in your corner again, facing the wall with your hands on your head. Just think about how bad you've been for a while. If I see you move an inch, you'll be even sorrier." She pointed at the wall.

Sobbing to himself, Marcus shuffled over where he'd been told. He pressed his nose into the corner, and put his hands on his head. His fingers twitched with longing to reach down to his stinging butt and soothe some of the burning agony. But he knew he couldn't disobey Coraline. It wasn't just because he was scared of another spanking, as utterly horrible as that would be right now. He also knew she was right. Just like she'd said while spanking him, she'd been around him his whole life, tucking him into bed and bringing him treats from the kitchen when he was scared or sad. His real Mother had never done any of that! Now she was looking after him even more and he'd still been silly enough to make he upset with him! He wasn't a prince anymore, not around her, but he was still acting like one, acting like he didn't have to do things like chores.

How could he have been so stupid and naughty, not doing what she wanted even though she was sheltering him and risking her life to keep him safe. She'd made a clever plan to make sure his uncle never found him, while he just cowered and hid like the stupid, naughty brat he was. Sniffling and crying in that horrible corner, Marcus silently promised himself he'd do everything Coraline said from now on, no matter what.