Thread: Taming the Bride (Prince & darkest_fate)

Aric was starting to enjoy himself. His pulse was quickening, an excitement filling his body as he felt his anger growing. It wasn't quite the addictive powerful surge of adrenaline he got in battle, when death was on the line, but this little bratty princess wouldn't back down and he felt a similar urge to conquer, crush and destroy rearing up in his head like he might while dueling with some enemy knight. And victory made him feel so virile always, stoking his lust like no aphrodisiac could. That line between anger and lust was very thin for Aric. Both inflamed the body and drove him to mad acts of passion. Juniper was suddenly striking both emotions perfectly, an intoxicating combination of thorny opponent, stubbornly parrying his blows and refusing to yield, and delicious after battle prize, in which he could slake his overflowing male vigor. And fucking her would conveniently give Aric the victory and the prize both at once. Her petulant, child-like arguments made him chuckle. She truly had no idea how little power she had without her daddy protecting her. And then, watching her eat that sweet cake, honey glistening on those luscious lips as she licked them clean, stoked Aric's ardor to a new level. His mind imagined his seed on her full lips, her eyes blazing with lust not hatred as she greedily swallowed his spunk and begged for me. Oh she would beg someday, that he would make sure. Your mistake, dear wife, is you think that I don't want war. In fact, I do. Run along back to Daddy and I'll have burned your palace down by the end of summer, and you'll be my serving girl not wife, he growled back at her. Dear Juniper, you must be his wife... your people, Rickkard interjected, looking pained as he realized how the spoiled Princess might blow up his carefully arranged peace. Aric suddenly stood and held his hands up, the settling crowd of guests pausing their conversation to listen to him with curious expressions on their faces. Dear friends and leal retainers, there is a tradition in the Ulffson House, Aric began, watching some of his better friends chuckle at the phrase 'Ulffson House', Of a new couple battling, if you will, in a playful manner on their wedding day. You saw it at the ceremony. Of course, we have a saying that the person who wins the last round will rule the marriage. Without further ado, I give you the spanking of the bride. Keeping a fixed, almost cheerful smile on his face, Aric reached down and grasped Juniper by the arm near her shoulder and easily lifted her up. Using both his strong arms to control her, he placed her hands on the table far enough out that her peach bottom was upturned and ready for a spanking. I'd advise you to smile and act like you are playing along, lest your humiliation be worse, Aric whispered in her perfect ear as he had moved her into position. A strong hand was on her neck, pinning her in place, while the other moved to rest lecherously on her round bottom. It felt quite ripe through the thin fabric of her dress. How many spanks until she asks for me to stop? Aric asked with a booming laugh before raising his hand back for the first blow. Catcalls and cheers rang out from his people, ten, twenty, someone said fifty even! He knew Juniper would likely by trapped by her pride. If she backed out now, she'd look weak and scared, stopping before he even started what was just a silly tradition, right? And if she couldn't handle his spanks, well, he was sure that this vain and 'perfect' Princess never liked to look bad at anything she did. Perhaps she'd even try to be the best spankee she could be? One thing was for sure, Aric wasn't going to give her playful spanks. If she was going to play along, she'd have to handle some real punishment.