Punishment

“Not yet.” You tell her as you tighten your features into what you hope is a fierce scowl. “You have to earn my forgiveness.” With those words you twist her arm behind her back and turn her away from you before she sees the broad grin that threatens to break through your grim mask. The slender blonde trembles in your grip as you easily turn her small body to face the mural. From this position you can see just how silky and smooth her hair is, unable to resist the temptation, you comb the fingers of your free hand through her soft golden hair. When she feels your gentle touch Cassiopeia's head lifts and her back arches slightly lifting her small breasts in an unmistakable invitation. She is staring at the face of the maiden as your hand leaves her hair and reaches around her trembling form. She cries out in joy as you cup the soft warmth of her tit in your left palm and the small pink nipple hardens as you caress her firmly until her breathing comes in gasps from between her parted lips.

Her lips are not the only thing that part. As you stand behind this former Acolyte of Athena, she lifts herself onto the balls of her feet so her thighs can spread. Your shaft, as hard now as it has ever been, presses against her back leaving no doubt about the nature of her punishment. “Tell me more about this ‘princess bride’ of yours.” You demand as you pinch the puckered nipple between your fingers making her gasp and twist against your chest. “What do you think she is thinking of as that old fart is breaching her?”

“Of duty, and honor. That's the only reason she'd submit to him.” Gasps Cassiopeia as your hand leaves her breast and slides over her belly. “Do you think she knew how old her groom would be?”

“Perhaps. Did you know who your father was considering for you and your sisters?” You grunt a little shortly, far more interested in the soft hairs that crown her sex. “Or perhaps she was sent not as a bride but as tribute in an attempt to seal an alliance or a **** sacrifice to placate a dangerous enemy.” She looks with renewed interest across the room at the painting.

“You mean she might have been given to the lord to simply take as a ****, not even as a bride?” She presses herself against your hips excited by the possibility. It was less romantic than her fanciful wedding night scenario, but just as likely.

“Certainly.” You reply as your first finger works its way into the tight slit of her sex. “Remember, your city prides itself on the number of noblewomen from other city-states that find themselves serving its ruling elite on their backs.”

She is moving now, her hips twisting and turning as you finger her dripping sheath, but her mind is still clearly elsewhere. “Or she might just be one of hundreds of maidens plundered from a captured city and purchased by that lecherous old man from a public auction block.” A second finger presses slowly into her unclaimed passage and her head jerks back in response but her gaze is still fixed on the teenaged girl in the mural.

“It doesn’t really matter if she was sent as a sacrifice, a **** or a bride.” You tell her finally releasing her arm and using your free hand to reach around her abdomen supporting her weight as she falls forward against the wall. “Either way she is being well used by the man, just as I intend to use you.” Cassiopeia looks fantastic slightly bent at the waist with her legs spread and her hands flat against the wall on either side of the mural.

“Now for your punishment.” You tell her as you position your right hand on her ass keeping the fingers of your shield hand inside her slick pussy. “I’m going to only spank you five times, because I really believe you did not mean to insult me.” You tell her gently “And then I'll claim your maidenhead. If you please me, you will truly be forgiven.”

Smack! Your right hand lands on her upturned rump sharply and she squeals in response. Cassiopeia squirms under your palm but a flood of warmth bathes your fingers as her muscles squeeze them tightly. With each of the next four blows she gives a similar response and by the time you have finished her spanking she is trembling with need. Carrying her to the bed you lay her on her back and position yourself between her thighs just as in the mural guiding the head of your cock to the pink slit that was now open for the taking.

“You can imagine yourself as that Princess Bride if you like.” You tell her, your voice almost cracking with urgency, “But when I take you, I want to see your eyes. I want you to know exactly who it is that is filling you!” With these words Cassiopeia finally looks away from the painting and her eyes meet yours.