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He applies soap to the cloth before rubbing it down the Prince's shoulders. He kneads the cloth and soap into the Prince's skin and gains a few groans as tense muscles unwind. He moves lower and asks for the Prince to stand when he gets to his mid back. The General stands as well and bends the Prince over the side of the tub carefully.

"What are you doing?" the Prince says as he moves to resist.

"Hold still. I can't see with my shadow cast over you," it was a white lie in his opinion. He only moved the Prince so he could see his ass clearer.

"Fine, but be quick, Old Man," the Prince huffed and the General narrowed his eyes.

"You don't learn do you? I've warned you about calling me an Old Man."

"You are old," the Prince yelped. "Did you just spank me?!"

"If I'm old then you're a naughty boy that needs to be punished. Running out in the middle of a conversation with the Queen. Acting like an overconfident buffoon. Calling a commanding officer names." Fuck he was hard and the Prince's ass was exposed to his hand.

"Who gave you the authori-AH!" A second hit to his ass left his sentence incomplete and he felt his cheeks flush.

"Your mother did when she told me I must protect you. Imagine if your actions were left unpunished? Then you would be at risk of maintaining bad habits."

"Maintaining bad-Fuck!" A third hit, lower than the first two, and harder than the ones previous.

"Use of foul language is also not within a prince's best interests. It seems you'll need to be punished for four things."

"This is ridicul-AH! Fuck! Please!" Three hits across each cheek and in the middle and the Prince felt tears in his eyes.

"Please what, Your Highness? You can't escape being punished for bad behavior."

"Please, don't-AH-MRRRM!" A cloth was shoved into his mouth to keep him quiet as the General smacked his ass again.

"If you keep yelling someone will see you like this. Bent over, ass in the air, tears down your face, and your guard spanking you. Imagine what your people would say if they saw you." He smacked the Prince again and this time earned a moan. "You like that thought do you? Your guards just across the bath house could join us. Each taking turns in punishing you for the panic you caused in running from the Dining Hall. How many hits would it take for you to be forgiven?"

A sob left the Prince and is muffled by the makeshift gag. The General rubbed his sore ass and he moaned again. His toes curling and, he realized to his horror, his cock weaped at the attention from where it stood erect. The General noticed this and, testing his luck, leaned over to the Prince's ear.

"I want you to come undone before me, My Prince. Will you give yourself over to me?" The tension across the young man's back was noticeable. He was trembling and tears still burned his eyes. Yet when he looked back and saw he wasn't the only one enjoying this he remembered an incident at a bar.

It involved his father, the General, and himself. They were drinking after a battle and King made a comment on his son's Omega status.

"My son is an Omega with needs. He must have these met before he's found himself a mate. His Alpha needs to be loyal, willing to guard and protect him, but give him freedom. He must allow my son to make mistakes, but correct him when they are made. He must hold my son and himself accountable. He must take no for an answer. A man like you, my friend. A man that my family can trust. A man who won't take more than he is given."

It was as if his father knew the two of them would be together. Looking at the General's patient, but hopeful, look he allowed himself to relax an nod. The General had always been there for him and if he felt this would get the Prince to behave more rationally then he would go through with it.

"Thank you," the General moved back into position to spank the Prince again. "We'll go to twenty since you disrespected not only the Queen and I, but also yourself. I expect a sound to keep count after each one. If you can't keep up we start over. Understood?" Another nod and he began.

Five cries, a hiss, ten moans, and several sobs later, the Prince's cock had a line of cum leading into the water and the General was rubbing his reddened ass and kissing up his back to his shoulders and neck.

"You did well, My Prince. So well." He took the cloth out of the Prince's mouth and helped him regain some blood flow in his jaw by rubbing it. "Thank you for trusting me."

"You've never given me a reason not to," the Prince said hoarsely. "You saved me countless times in the war, saved me from my own bodyguard as well. You've supported me in our council meetings and backed my decisions in the war efforts and treaties that lead to peace. I keep forgetting that I'm still inexperienced. That so many people no better than I do of such things. Yet, you've still been there. For me and my family. For our people. Thank you."

Unable to describe what he felt in words, the General kissed the Prince and squeezed his ass. The Prince moaned into the kiss and when he went to roll onto his back gasped at the change in Vunfor's hand's position. It had dipped between his cheeks and the Prince didn't resist his fingers there.

"Your Highness?"

"Please? My heat is in a few days anyways, and I'd much rather have it start with someone I know I can count on to support me than to be put in a position where I wouldn't be able to resist. Please? I promise I want this and if you'd like an at length discussion we can have it at the end. I promise you that much." Prince Valn was sincere in his request, but the General wondered briefly if it was a test.

Thinking back on the Prince's confession and request he realized that the Prince was being honest with the both of them. Can he be that honest?