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Chapter 2 by Plissken

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Time to go and tell the Captain he can take this plan and shove it

Right! You had just about enough of all of this! This whole thing is dumb and designed to mock you. You storm out of your chambers and find the Captain in the upper west wing of the castle.

"YOU, COME HERE!" you point at him from a far away. His military comrades trying to hide their laughs - not knowing who you truly are (oh yes, so important for most of the people in here to not know, the secrets are our most treasured weapons, blah blah, blah. Pfah)

"Yes, milady? Are you lost? Women usually don't have access to these parts." he says, slowly walking towards you. A bit of the anger slips out of you when you notice him gradually eclipsing your view by his broad shoulders and the rest of his impressive physique.

"I am tired of this charade!" you manage to blurt out. "We should just getAEEIII!" you let out a high pitched scream as he drags you by your hair into a random room. As of now you are completely terrified and him leaning down to stare right in your eyes is not helping "Your highness, I was tasked by a great man, your father, to protect you in any way I can. And right now, the biggest danger to yourself is you. Act your part or you are sealing your fate and the fate of this land."

Yes, well, it's not THAT bad of a plan, is it? You just have to survive speaking in a girly voice and wearing dresses for two weeks, maximum. And his speech was good too. It gave you all the confidence in his ability to strategically think this through. Which is why you find it so unnecessary when he bends you over his knee and starts spanking you.

"What are you...OWWW!"

SMACK!
SMACK!
SMACK SMACK!

The door of the room is open. Of course, so his friends can clearly see their Captain showing a sassy girl that she does not get to just walk into a military-only corners of the castle and order men around. And who is this bratty, but pretty thing anyway?

After he lets you go, you wipe very much real tears off your face, your butt burning up. You try to walk past the men who laughed the whole time with some dignity. But your blushing and shaking chin does not allow for that.

This might very well be the worst day of your life. You were never treated this horribly before. And the strangest thing about it all is - why are you so damn aroused all of a sudden?

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