On her belly, ass up

"Lay here, Your Highness." You tell Sandra, pulling her up onto the table on her belly. You've already played with her magnificent tits, it's time you paid some attention to her ass. "Tell me what I want to know, Princess, and this will go much easier for you." Sandra gasps softly when you tie her wrists to the legs of the table. These are not tidy knots, you just put about a dozen loops of the smooth 1/4" rope around her wrists before pulling her arms to the corners of the table and lashing them in place.

"You wicked fiend, how dare you treat a princess of noble blood so basely." Sandra allows you to adjust her position until you can pull the rope over the edge of the table. Only when the rope is pulled all the way underneath to the end where her legs are still free to move does she start to struggle. "I'll never betray my people." She warns you as first one kicking leg and then the other is captured and roped. "Beat me and whip as much as you like, my will is strong, and my heart is pure." The loops of cord go around her legs just above her knees and then pulled tight under the table to spread her open. The final touch was a bolster under her hips to lift her ass up high.

For your first time tying down a woman, you think you've done a pretty good job. You take the time to run your fingers slowly up and down the back of her thighs feeling the warmth and softness of her flesh as she wiggles helplessly.

"How pure are you really, Your Highness?" You growl in your best D&D villain voice. "How many men have had a chance to feel this fine ass of yours?"

"Why none of course!" Sandra really should go into acting, she is able to sound indignant, alarmed and excited all at the same time. You rest your hand on the bare flesh just below where her blouse ends and feel the softness and warmth of her smooth skin of her inner thigh.

"You monster! No man has ever touched me like that. How dare you?" This time Sandra's protests might be a little over dramatic, but then again so was your evil accent.

"You can end this right now, Your Highness." You remind her as you caress the soft flesh of her inner thigh in small gentle circles. "Once your ragtag forces have been rounded up, you are no longer a threat to me. You'll be free to leave the Kingdom." Sandra kicks and squirms on the table for a good ten seconds before her struggles pause long enough for her to answer.

"Never!" Her voice is sharp and clear. "Besides, I don't believe you anyway." You laugh cruelly and pick up the 18" wooden ruler your father gave you when you left for university. The polished maple straightedge is over fifty years old, and they don't make rulers like this anymore. You doubt your dad ever imagined that you'd be using his old drafting straightedge for something like this. But then again, who knows what your father was like when he was a student your age.

"Has anyone ever spanked this pretty little tush of yours?" You ask, as you use the edge of the thick heavy ruler to push the hem of her blouse up to expose the pale cheeks of her ass. "I bet these pretty pale globes would look good striped in red."

"Please, don't do this." This is the first time you've heard anything but defiance from the tied up 'princess' and you take it as a good sign. Moving the ruler downwards you trace the curve of her buttocks towards the V of her crotch and the dark pink of her sex.

"My men said you fought like a wildcat when they cut away your dress and leggings." You add a little more detail to the fantasy of her capture. "They knew better than to strip you bare, that is a privilege I reserve for myself." Sandra's breathing is coming out in little gasps now and her pelvis is rocking in anticipation as the ruler inches closer and closer to its target. "It is certainly a very fine sight, and I bet they feel as good as they look."

"No ... you can't!" Sandra squirms when she feels your hand cup her cheeks experimentally. "No man has ever seen me!" There is something surprisingly hot about this prideful princess still defying you, against all odds. This is not exactly a fantasy of yours, but it is close enough to get you excited all the same.

"Where ... are ... your ... rebel ... allies ... hiding?" With each word you tap her sharply with the maple ruler. Not hard, but the implications are clear. "Last chance Princess Brunhilda, tell me now and this will all be over."

"I can't, you disgusting pig!" Sandra pulls futilely at the ropes that hold her down and her legs kick wildly, but the only thing her frantic struggling does is cause her ass to wiggle even more. Her face red with shame, Sandra plays the part of the helpless princess perfectly. "You think you can make me submit by spanking me like I'm a little girl?"

"Oh, I'm not going to spank you like a girl, Princess." Your hands grope her ass roughly as you speak, "You are all grown up now, so I'm going to punish this ass like you're a woman." As you paw at her, Sandra's sex begins to drip even more and your fingers push further down between her spread cheeks. it doesn't take long before you're stroking the slick flaps of her sex and Sandra's back arches up in an attempt to relieve the pressure as you tease her folds.

"This is what happens to naughty princesses who get in over their pretty little heads." You growl. "So far I've been merciful," Your hands leave her sex and rest on her twitching butt. "But I am not a patient man." Before she even realizes what you mean, the thick ruler comes down on her ass with a sharp 'crack'.

"Ow!" Her exclamation is as much from surprise as it is pain. "Please, you can't ... you mustn't ... I'm begging you!" You whack her three more times turning her pale skin a bright scarlet. Then without warning, reach under her and grope the dripping juncture between her legs. Sandra's breathing is coming out in harsh gasps, and her face is flushed as red as her ass.

"I take it nothing has ever penetrated these pretty petals, Your Highness." Your fingers stroke the slick labia with a confidence that astounds you even as you smack her a few more times with the heavy straightedge. "Are you really willing to let me be the first to discover this uncharted territory?" You really expect this to be the point where Sandra relents, after all there is more than enough for her fertile mind to fill in the rest, but once again she surprises you.

"Do what you must. I will never betray my cause."