A Gift for the King

by Sara Fields

  “Yes, sir,” Lana replied, her voice almost a whisper. Already, tears were threatening at the corners of her eyes. She hadn’t meant to hurt him. She hadn’t meant for any of what happened to take place.

  “I didn’t mean it. I really didn’t,” she said, placing her cheek against his palm. “Can you ever forgive me, sir?”

  Roughly, he grabbed her face with both hands and forced her to look straight at him.

  “Of course I will forgive you. After all this is over, you will again be my good girl, and I will show you how I reward my special woman,” he said, grinning suggestively.

  She didn’t even wait for him to tell her to stand, and she didn’t pause for him to order her to place herself across his lap. She just did it. Forgiveness was what she craved, and she would do anything to earn it. As she lay over his lap, she felt her muscles tremble in anticipation, her bottom awaiting his punishing palm.

  Hyperaware of her nakedness, she knew he could see the entirety of her body, from the curve of her bottom to the juncture of her thighs. She jumped when he placed his hand against her bottom cheek, his fingers alighting fire just from his simple touch.

  “I’m going to spank you now, Lana, and you are going to do your best to not fight me, even though it will be difficult. Is that clear?”

  “Yes, sir,” she replied, breathless. She felt his fingers grip the flesh of her bottom, and she inhaled sharply. All at once, his hand left her cheek and she heard a sharp sound as his palm smacked her bottom for the first time. His hand left and then connected with the opposite side. Again and again, the sound rang out, and the sting quickly caught up with her. There was no starting slow this time, no soft spanks leading up to firm ones; instead, Dante started spanking her hard. Before long, it was almost impossible to stay still and her legs began to kick. He spanked all over her bottom, from the top to the extremely sensitive place where her thighs met her bottom, and even to the tops of her thighs. As he focused there, her sorrowful tears began to leak out from the corners of her eyes. This truly hurt!

  As her legs kicked harder, Dante paused and rearranged her across his lap so that his leg draped across hers and held her in place. Wiggling a little, Lana realized there was no escape, and his spanking started anew.

  Each blow burned across her skin, lighting the pain from the previous one. Lana couldn’t see an end in sight. Before long, her tears began to fall in earnest, and so far he had only used his hand!

  Her bottom burned, his spanks raining down endlessly, but she remembered why she was there. Had she not run from Dante, off into the woods in a haphazard escape attempt, Lord Nero would have never captured her. She would have never put Dante’s men in danger either. Her guilt grew in waves, and she welcomed the spanks, knowing this was what she truly needed. She was in the right place, over his knee fully naked, being punished for making a bad decision. A spanking would allow the two of them to clear the air, and allow her to atone for her mistake.

  Before she knew it, she was lifting her bottom to meet his spanks. She needed this, needed his discipline, his forgiveness, and most of all, his love. Dante continued with several more hard swats to her bottom before he paused again.

  “Lana. I want you to go get me the wooden hairbrush, in the drawer in the bedside table next to the bed.”

  “Yes, sir,” she whimpered, grateful for the moment of peace for her poor bottom cheeks. Dante helped her to stand and she walked over to his nightstand. With every step, she felt the sting from his recent spanks. She opened the drawer and groaned as she pulled out a heavy cherry wood hairbrush. It seemed like it was made especially for punishing her disobedient backside. On the handle, her name was artfully carved into the wood. She laughed nervously at the sight.

  “It was going to be a gift for you, but it looks as though I need use of it already. Now, bring it to me.”

  Again, Lana trudged back to him and handed over the hairbrush, feeling as though she was willingly giving Dante the key to her doom. He helped her back over his knees, and again locked her legs with his own.

  “Now remember, Lana. I want to teach you to obey me when I tell you something. Especially when I told you never to run from me. Think of all the people you put in danger with your decision, especially yourself. Your behavior that day disappointed me greatly.”

  When Lana heard this, her tears started anew before the brush even began to fall. She curled into him and grabbed his other hand with hers. His hand held hers as he placed the cool wood on her shuddering cheeks.

  “Ready?” he asked, his voice firm, but understanding. She caught her breath and nodded into his arm, even though she knew the worst was yet to come.

  He brought the brush down on her right bottom cheek, and Lana yelped in response. He quickly repeated the next stroke on the left. The sting of the hairbrush was far worse than his hand. It all seemed to be concentrated in a single spot, rather than spread out over the expanse of his palm. It already seemed so much more terrible.

  A high-pitched whine escaped her throat as he paddled her now sore bottom with her new hairbrush. When he focused on her extremely sensitive sit spots, she cried in earnest, sobs softly escaping her lips. He paddled her for what seemed like forever, the swats falling all over her backside, and then he paused.

  “Ten more, Lana. I want you to lift your bottom for me.” She gripped his hand harder and slowly complied, lifting her hips up so that he had better access to her scorched bottom, and her sit spots were especially vulnerable.

  He brought the brush down quickly and harder than before, and she had tremendous difficulty staying still. All ten were focused directly on the tops of her thighs and her sit spots, and she wept harder. When he finally finished, she breathed a sigh of relief, as her bottom stung and throbbed and tears trailed down her cheeks. Dante lifted her off his lap and cradled her head onto his shoulder, and her sobs began to quiet. Her bottom burned against his hard thigh.

  “Good girl.” He stroked his hand through her hair and down her back, calming her until her breathing eventually came back to normal.

  A feeling of elation passed through her, knowing that she was once again a good girl in his eyes. Ready to face him, she raised her head when her tears began to dry. She sniffled, wiped her wet cheeks with her wrists, and took his hand in hers. “I’m very sorry for what I did, for running away from you. Please forgive me. I don’t know what I’d do without you, sir.”

  “Of course you’re forgiven, my love.” He paused, emphasizing his words with a warm look. “You have been adequately punished and I believe you have indeed learned not to disobey me. But now, I want you to show me that you will submit to me, with whatever I ask of you. Can you promise me that you will try your very best?”

  “I promise, sir,” she said, nodding. She felt her body begin to warm, reacting almost violently to his dominance now that her spanking was over. She wondered what he was going to do to her next. A soft smile glimmered across her lips in anticipation. The pain of her freshly spanked bottom began to drift away, as a greater desire began to grow deep in her core for him, a need for him to thoroughly claim her.

  “I want you to walk over to the bed and bend over it. Place your breasts flat on the quilt, and wait for me.”

  “Yes, sir,” she replied, barely able to contain her excitement. He helped her to stand up on her slightly wobbly legs, and she slowly made her way over to the bed. She looked back at him and bent over as he commanded, knowing that he had an utterly enticing view of everything that was between her legs, and a perfect view of her very red and well-punished backside. Lana could feel wetness beginning to pool in her pussy, and wondered if he could see it too. Shivering, she felt herself clench in response.

  “Turn around,” he said, smirking. She looked away and heard the telltale signs that he had risen from the loveseat. She heard him open a drawer off to her right side, and shivered as he closed it. What else could he need?

  Her ears picked up his every step as he moved c
loser to her. Lana trembled. What could he possibly be up to?

  Dante stood next to her, trailing his nails up her legs, over her sensitive thighs and her punished skin. Lana arched in response as his fingers left a path of fire pulsating across her flesh. She moaned softly, her body reacting quickly.

  He dipped his fingers lower so that they skimmed across her inner thighs. Lana whimpered, her pleasure growing immensely. He hadn’t even touched her there yet! Her leg muscles quaked, her need becoming stronger and stronger.

  “Please…” she begged.

  “I have another gift for you, my pet.”

  Something cool and foreign traced across her skin. She tried to look back, but Dante suddenly gripped her hair at the base of her neck. The pain and the pleasure from that simple motion mixed in the most delicious way, and she sighed as a wave of submissive feelings passed over her. In that moment, everything felt perfect. Even though her bottom hurt, and she was allowing Dante to do all sorts of naughty things to her, it was beautiful and just right.

  Letting go of her hair, he moved behind her and nudged her legs lightly so that she spread them wider. Quickly she complied, knowing how naked she was, bare to his view. He could see everything.

  The cool object trailed along the cleft of her bottom, dipping lower to trace across her very wet pussy lips. Lana whimpered quietly.

  His thumb skimmed between her cheeks, pausing on her bottom hole. Lana felt her entire body still as he began to circle it. Her nerves were beginning to return with this new development.

  She heard something that sounded like a lotion bottle squirt behind her, and his thumb returned to her bottom hole. This time, it slid easily over her skin, and Lana realized it must be some sort of lubricant. As he smoothed it around her bottom, he began to dip his finger inside, slowly and steadily. Lana gasped at the unexpected change in feelings, from pleasure to pain with such a simple movement. Before long, his entire thumb fit inside her with ease.

  Her bottom felt stretched in the most wonderful way, until he removed his thumb and she felt suddenly very empty. The cool object returned, and this time, it dipped between her bottom cheeks. She stiffened, shamefully realizing his intentions. He was testing her to see if she would submit to him, no matter what he did to her.

  Resolving to please him, she arched her back, opening herself to him. The object glided across her skin, and she thought that he must have put the special lubricant on whatever it was he was using on her. When it ultimately centered on her tight rosette, Dante began to press it into her, excruciatingly slowly. Lana felt herself stretching to accommodate what she could only guess was a plug. At first, the feeling was pleasant, but as the plug continued to widen, she whimpered at the foreign feeling. It was beginning to be painful, but still oddly pleasurable. Just when she thought she couldn’t take any more, the plug popped inside her and sat snugly in place, the base anchoring it completely within her.

  The feeling of fullness in her bottom took over her every thought, her pussy nearly dripping with its wetness in response to Dante and his work. She moaned as his fingers dipped low between her legs, sliding across her wet lips.

  “Now, my love, you are going to feel my belt across that lovely bottom of yours.”

  Instantly, Lana felt her carnal desire ignite an inferno within her body. Her nipples hardened in response and she felt her heart skip a beat.

  She heard the swish of his leather belt as he unbuckled it and pulled it out of his pants. Feeling her face flush, her excitement grew. She moaned when he tapped the leather against her bottom, and heard the leather cut through the air.

  The belt caught her beneath both cheeks, lifting her bottom and pushing the plug deeper inside. The bite of the belt was little compared to the surge of arousal that flew through her body. Again the belt fell, and Lana moaned, her hips undulating in response.

  He whipped her with the belt a few more times, hard enough for the sting to linger, but not hard enough to make her cry out. Instead, the line of flame from the belt as it bit across her flesh only seemed to heighten her need for him. The bombardment of sensations overwhelmed her, so much so that she felt she might detonate. The ache between her thighs was becoming unbearable.

  “Please, please, Dante, sir,” she pleaded.

  “Please what, Lana?”

  “Please, I need you. I need to come,” she whispered, her face growing hot.

  Lana heard him throw the belt on the floor, and then come to stand behind her. His hardness glided up against her wet pussy, his skin on hers and she nearly wept in relief.

  Grinding herself against him, she demonstrated just how great her need had become. He positioned the head of his cock at her entrance, slowly pushing his length inside her. When he was fully encased deep within her folds, he began to pump his hips into hers.

  Lana moaned loudly and her muscles began to tense as a wave of incredible pleasure flooded over her. She felt wicked for enjoying it so much, full both in her bottom hole with the plug, and Dante’s cock nestled deep inside her pussy. As he continued to work her, his hand reached around and began to circle her clit, and her world shattered as her orgasm reeled and hurtled over the edge.

  Her climax was stronger than ever before as her body shook with ecstasy, her screams wild with her release. Her heart raced as she felt her toes curl, and even breathing was difficult as her pleasure crashed over her. When the crescendo of feelings eventually began to fade, her body slumped limply onto the bed, her legs no longer strong enough to hold her up. Her mind swirled with residual bliss, still wonderfully full.

  Dante pulled himself out of her and gripped the plug with his fingers. Gently, he began to pull it out. Lana cried out at first at the sudden change in feeling, her bottom hole stretching once again. After the initial thick base portion of the plug slid out of her, the rest of it came out with a quick pop.

  She relaxed on the bed, feeling empty, but entirely sated. Dante sat down on the bed beside her and stroked her flushed skin as her heart finally began to beat at a normal pace.

  Curling toward him, she took his hand and kissed it. She rolled her body off the bed and knelt between his legs, staring at his erection. His cock was massive, long and thick. Tentatively, she took it in her small hand, surprised that something that large could fit inside her. She began to stroke him with her hand and moved her lips forward, kissing the crown of his length.

  Boldly, she took his cock into her mouth, running her tongue around his girth, and up and down his member. He groaned in response, and her confidence grew. Dante pushed himself deeper inside, and she took it all, happily. It felt wonderful making him quiver with pleasure, just as he had made her moments before.

  She felt his thighs begin to shake, and he thrust into her mouth with more vigor. As she swirled her tongue around him, he groaned before pushing deep into her throat. His seed pumped onto her tongue, and Lana did her very best to swallow it all. She finished and licked the length of him, cleaning him thoroughly.

  Smiling up at him, she saw the love in his eyes.

  “Thank you, my pet,” he said, his voice a little rough. Pushing himself forward, he took a hold of her hands and helped her to climb up onto the bed. He pulled her lips close to meet his and kissed her sweetly. She kissed him back, showing him just how much she had loved every bit of their day.

  He pulled her over his lap, and her first thought was that he was going to spank her again. But he surprised her; instead, he grabbed a bottle of lotion on the nightstand and squeezed some onto her bottom. As he massaged the salve into her crimson bottom cheeks, she moaned as relief spread through her. He continued to work the lotion into her skin until it dried. Lifting her up, he kissed her again and she smiled.

  “Thank you, sir.”

  She climbed under the covers and Dante joined her. He pulled her in close, her back to his chest.

  “I love you,” she whispered sleepily.

  “I love you too, my pet.”

  Exha
ustion overcame them and they drifted off to sleep, fully satisfied in each other’s arms.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Lana woke, the sunlight streaming in through the windows in Dante’s suite. Yawning, she stretched, and groaned when her very sore bottom made contact with the sheets. Reaching back, she felt the residual heat still emanating from her well-punished backside. The leftover discomfort would remain with her for a couple of days, she was sure of it. Dante had never been as harsh as he had been with her last night, but then she remembered how he had held her, how he cared for her, rubbing salve on her aching bottom, and all the naughty things they had done as well. Sex had never been quite as explosive as it had been last night. A soft smile overtook her face as she thought about just how naughty they had been.

  Looking over, she realized Dante was awake beside her, and he had been watching her. She blushed at this, and hid herself in his chest. Cuddling up close to him, she felt safe as his big arms surrounded her small frame.

  “I love you,” he whispered, placing a soft kiss on the top of her head.

  “I love you too, sir.”

  The two of them lay like that for a few moments, enjoying the silence and each other until a frantic pounding sounded on the door. Lana’s body jolted in response, not expecting the harsh sound.

  “Your majesty! We need your guidance immediately,” a man shouted through the thick wood. Dante pulled the covers up to hide Lana and himself, and yelled out for the man to enter.

  As soon as the words left his mouth, the man swung the door open and nearly tripped in his rush to get inside the door. His breathing was harsh and ragged; he had clearly been in a rush to get to the king. Lana recognized him as one of the royal guard members who she had seen talking strategy with the king. He must be fairly high up in the army here in Eridell, she thought. His short brown hair was mussed, and his clothes looked haphazardly put together, almost as though he’d dressed in record time. Narrowing her eyes, a strange feeling began to develop deep in her belly. Something wasn’t right.