Thread: Taming the Bride (Prince & darkest_fate)

For a moment, Juniper thought her sweet pleading would work. Men, they all pretended to be different, but they all caved alike. Her weak father had given way whenever she pouted her pretty lips and batted her pretty eyes, and it appeared as though her husband would be the same way. Oh, she'd still undress for him she'd promised that and a princess never--- THWACK! Juniper jerked as she felt a hand land hard upon her rear. The gauzy layers of dress and the lacy underthing she wore beneath offered little in the way of protection. The blow seemed to reverberate throughout Juniper's entire body, blazing on contact but spreading warmth from there. She could feel that warmth spreading, seeping throughout her, spreading embarrassment as it went. Soon she felt something else pressing against her rear something... thick. It must be his leg, for surely a man's sex could never be so large. It had to fit into Juniper's sex, and she had barely been able to fit a few fingers in the one time she'd actually bothered enough to try. No, his sex had to be long and thin, like a needle except perhaps a little sturdier. Juniper's husband spoke into her ear, and she listened. One spank, don't earn any more. She felt his tongue go against her ear and she shuddered in disgust, her face contorting once more. A hand gripped hers and they both raised. Juniper pasted the tight-lipped smile again upon her visage, turning it upon those gathered, and from a distance, all would think things aright. Juniper inwardly warred though. Her deal had entailed him not touching her he had. she felt he should be punished for such an act, especially a public one. Yet at the same time, she couldn't go back on her word... Ah, she hadn't said she'd fully undress the words had been appropriately vague. She could simply remove her gown, leaving her with the wedding shift and various underthings. Women didn't wear armor, her teachers had always said, they wore dresses, and the most skilled women learned to use them the same way. He would see her shed her outermost layer and, to punish him for daring to touch her, that would be all. he could imagine what her willowy form looked like beneath the wrapped cloth that would obscure it. Even that had another layer beneath the corset connected to fine, lacy panties made of the finest material, all hooked together through intricate fastenings. Yes, this would work well. See who was the true ruler indeed. Juniper tossed her head and plopped down upon her seat. Barely had her bottom touched chair when she winced and rose. She looked for a servant, demanding that a cushion be brought forth. One blow had left her tender... what would more have done? The crowd had taunted fifty, fifty blows like that? Juniper would be a sobbing mass, if she remained alive at all. Surely they had to have been joking. though now she felt more fear sneaking in. No, no, she was a princess of the finest of houses he would treat her with respect. Indeed, it was far, far more likely that this whole thing was just his way of establishing authority among his men, putting on a show. For surely even a man such as him knew you must treat your wife, especially your royal wife, with the utmost respect and courtesy.