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Thread: The Urchin and the Prince [Ava & Eyesoffire]

When Crispin arrived in the kitchens a good 10 minutes had passed by. He had veered away from the kitchens in order to fetch Bor. The man had other skills that could be put to use if necessary. Bor was found in his own room, carving the second of a pair of figures. It was the man's hobby, he had regularly said that if he wasn't to become a solider he'd have been a woodcarver. Is that you're wife, or your daughter that you're working on tonight? Crispin asked, standing by the room door, watching Bor carve the fingers of a right hand. My wife. He replied softly. I hope you don't mind if I bother you. Crispin said, leaning against the door frame, arms crossed. Bor stopped and rose, grabbing his weapon. I knew riding about on your own would land you in some sort of situation. Crispin chuckled. Well it's not necessarily a bad one, see for yourself. It won't take long, I promise. They descended into the kitchens soon after with Crispin making Bor swear that he'd tell none of this to his parents. This wasn't new to Bor, he'd kept many of Crispin's secrets, however Crispin ensured that the ones he was made to keep were always benign and harmless. Crispin looked to the guards first, as they entered the kitchen. Make up your mind, men, you either grab something quick to eat and leave, or you go back to your posts now. The guards looked at one another and took an apple, while another took a piece of a warm pie. Someone would be missing out on their dessert. Crispin and Bor made their way to the girl by the fire. The Prince's eyes darted to the food and drink. He bent down to her level and looked at her face. Not hungry, I take it? He asked quietly, then said. Of course you're hungry...look at you. It's not poisoned, go ahead and take a bite. He waited a little longer. Bor, behind Crispin, crossed his arms and looked down at the girl as well. Crispin waited a moment and then moved to try a different approach, he held out his hand to her. Bor made a small move, his hand moving back to the handle of his blade, but once he realized that Crispin only wanted to introduce himself he did nothing more. Crispin smiled a little at the girl and tilted his head to the side like a curious dog. Obviously you know I'm Prince Crispin...but who are you?
Thread: The Urchin and the Prince [Ava & Eyesoffire]

By the time Prince Crispin arrived the cook had already dismissed the servants that had been assisting her, sending them off to their beds while the rotund woman moved about the room, finishing off various tasks as she kept a close eye upon the unexpected guest. As the commanding voice of the Prince echoed down the empty corridors, the cook turned as she wiped her floury hands on the apron that hung about her waist, dipping into a rather awkward curtsey as he entered the room. M'lord. She greeted quietly, casting a careful glance toward the huddled figure of the girl wrapped in blankets, concern capturing the usually jolly features of the woman. Whatever burdened her was left unsaid as she turned back toward the counter, tucking pastry dough delicately into pie tins to be cooked later. Ells had been sitting, staring at the thick slabs of bread and cheese that sat in front of her. The smell of the warm, fresh bread was intoxicating, making her empty stomach twist and growl, and her mouth water. Yet her limbs felt leaden, her eyelids heavy with exhaustion. She felt numb and cold despite the warmth of the fire, her muscle twitching and trembling uncontrollably beneath the thick blanket that swamped her slender figure. Shadows jumped and flickered with the tongues of flame within the hearth, causing the girl to flinch as wide panicked eyes swept the expansive room again and again. Paranoia plagued her, the image of that hooded man swathed in a fabric so dark and rich it flowed like a black river. An expensive robe, concealing a man who spoke with poise and perfect diction...a man who would fit in well amongst the nobles that frequented the palace. Blinking furiously, Ells struggled to gather all her energy to focus upon the man that crouched down next to her and spoke so gently. This was a Prince? This softly spoken man that patiently questioned her, encouraging her to eat, was the son of the man that had ignored and neglected his people so completely? The girl's eyes darted past Crispin to settle upon the large wall of a man that loomed ominously behind him, watching and waiting, ready should she place even a toe out line. Had she come all this way just to be dispatched by this giant. She's feverish, m'lord. Hot to the touch, but she's tremblin' like a little leaf. Don't reckon she knows who she is or what's happenin'. Keeps startin' like a rabbit at every little thing. The cook intervened, having paused in her work to glance in their direction as the silence had grown longer. This was enough to snap the girl's gaze away from Bor, darting toward the cook and then away again, grubby fingers drawing the blanket tighter about her shoulders, clenching her jaw to keep her teeth from chattering so violently. They want to kill 'im, the King. They're going to poison 'im... The words sounded cumbersome in her mouth, awkward and stuttering. She wondered if they were even intelligible as she dared to spare a brief glance toward the Prince, careful not to meet his gaze for more than a few seconds before staring down at the table. Suddenly terrified of the response this revelation would bring.
Thread: The Urchin and the Prince [Ava & Eyesoffire]

Crispin's arm still lingered in the air, a sign of the past discussion they'd had, suddenly everything seemed to have been turned upon its head. His jaw hung slightly open as well as he looked down at the little urchin. Bor behind him was completely silent. In fact the only things making a sound in the massive kitchens at this point was the crackling of the flames. Eventually Crispin pulled his hand away and stood up straight. He looked sidelong at Bor, the man still stood still. That is a....um....a serious claim. Crispin said slowly, he continued to stare at the girl. I mean...to spread a rumour like that...the punishment by law is- A heavy hand fell on Crispin shoulder and Bor pulled him back. My prince. He said. Crispin and Bor moved a little away from the girl to speak privately. The big man spoke. I feel that this is not a lie. Crispin frowned. She came here to tell us this...I think. Bor shrugged. Look at the state that she is in, she wouldn't live another night out there like that. We've given her all we can right now, it's up to her to accept the rest. But I feel that the fact that she's come this close to us, to you my prince, in the state she's in clearly explains that she is not one to begin rumours. Bor gave Crispin a long look and eventually the prince nodded. He turned back to the girl with pursed lips, looking to the floor as he walked up to her. My friend believes you, and he is a good person. Crispin explained. There are more things I'd like to ask you, details I want to know. Finish your food and I'll find someone to clean you up with hot water. Then we'll meet again and talk...if you would have it. He offered her a choice, not something regularly given to someone like her, or at least Crispin assumed. He was unsure what she'd do, but he wasn't going to force her to divulge all of this information so readily. It was clear she needed to be safe from many things and if he offered her that then perhaps he'd be able to coax out of her the information he needed.
Thread: Crossing the Line [Ava and Lord Dakol]

Damion Richards was currently driving home. The window was down on his black pickup truck, gently ruffling his short-cut black hair, and the wind barely affected his already-narrowed, eternally angry dark golden eyes. He was thirty-five years old and going home from his job at the construction company he owned. Three years ago, his wife left him and his two daughters to work things out for themselves. Unfortunately, it also made his girls more disobedient, which in turn made him angrier, and they knew what he was like when he was angry. Turning into the driveway of his house, he climbed out of the truck, pulling off the jacket to reveal his rippling, muscular arms, and the rest of his form that was hidden by the fitted black shirt. He closed the door to his truck and unlocked the front door, waiting until he closed it to announce himself. Girls, I'm home! he called out, his stern, deep voice always like a shotgun in a crowded room. He strode across the hall to the kitchen, setting down his jacket and wallet, turning to the fridge to get a bottle of water. He had beer in the back, but rarely drank it Damion preferred his sober rage to his drunken one. Opening the bottle, he walked to the couch and sat down, leaning his head back to gaze at the ceiling, wondering where his daughters were.
Thread: Crossing the Line [Ava and Lord Dakol]

Haley cursed at the sound of her father's voice calling through the house, scrambling over her bed to dial down the volume of her music, taking it from a floor trembling height to something less likely to draw the irritable man's wrath. She hadn't anticipated him being home quite yet, however a glance toward the clock on her wall told the seventeen year old that it was no earlier than usual. And Lindsay still wasn't home. Grimacing, the raven haired teen swept her hair back from her face and reordered her ponytail as she paused in front of the mirror. She had changed out of her school uniform the moment she had got in and was now sporting a pair of navy blue jeans which sat upon her slender hips and hugged her slender legs, a white t-shirt pulling tight across the swell of her breasts. Grabbing a sweatshirt, Haley eased her door open and spared a glance toward her younger sister's room. The door remained open and, the room beyond, empty. She hesitated for a moment and made her way down the corridor, stepping into the living room with as bright a smile as she could muster. Hey, dad. How was work? Depositing herself upon the other end of the couch, hugging a knee up to her chest, she did her best to act as naturally as possible. Better that he didn't ask about Lindsay and then she wouldn't have to tell a lie. Can I go out tonight? A friend's having a party round at their place, just a few girls and some laughs. I've done my assignment for next week. A lie in itself but never mind that. As for Lindsay, she was making her way home from a rather lengthy detention, half-running half-walking as she desperately hoped that she would make it home before her father. She didn't want to have to explain why she was late and as a result why she had been punished. Her stomach twisted in knots as she rounded the corner to find the car parked in the drive. Far slower than before, she made her way up the path and paused at the front door, shifting the strap of her rucksack on her shoulder. A hand fell tentatively on the door-handle, turning it as slowly as she possible could in the hopes that she could open the door and sneak her way into her bedroom without anyone noticing.
Thread: Crossing the Line [Ava and Lord Dakol]

Damion heard the creak of one of his daughter's doors, and grimaced. Why hadn't she answered him when he arrived? His free hand curled into a tight fist, determined to not get mad just yet. Perhaps she had a good reason maybe she was distracted by homework. When Haley walked downstairs and sat across from him, his eyes shifted to hers, gazing at her suspiciously. Work was fine, he answered gruffly he neglected to actually talk about work at all, knowing that it was his business and no one else's. Why didn't you answer me when I called you, Haley? You know I don't like it when I'm ignored, growled Damion, sitting up and making him tower over her as he set the bottle down. When she asked if she could go to a friend's house for a girl's party, Damion scowled. You've done your homework? Hm. . . Fine, he said, On three conditions one, you give me the name, address, and phone number of the friend you're staying with two, I want you to call me every hour to check in and three, you will be back home by ten o'clock, and not a second later. Am I understood? If you break any of these rules, I'll punish you enough that you won't ever be able to tell a lie again. The threat was exactly sincere, as the most his punishments amounted to was different for his girls Haley was grounded - for months at a time - and his little girl Lindsay was given a more physical punishment a rough spanking and no dinner that night. By the way, where is -? he began to ask, but heard the telltale click of the front door and snapped his eyes to it, glaring intensely. LINDSAY . . . he boomed, then glanced at Haley. Go. Before I change my mind. Lindsay, get over here. NOW.
Thread: Crossing the Line [Ava and Lord Dakol]

Haley suppressed the grin that rushed to her lips into a small smile, already uncurling her legs and rising to her feet as her father began to ask after her younger sister. The raven haired girl froze, her heart lurching in her chest - if she was caught in a lie then there was no way he'd let her go out. Thankfully she didn't have to think up anything as the catch in the front door clicked free, signalling Lindsay's return and Haley's escape. She didn't have to be told twice, making a swift exit down the hallway and toward her bedroom with only a brief glance toward her younger sister as she stepped inside, a look of pity if nothing else. Stepping into her room, the older girl hurriedly began throwing things in a bag. She'd get changed there, the longer she was allowed outside of this house the better and even more so if her father's mood was to take an even further dip due to Lindsay's late arrival. Lindsay had frozen at the sound of her father's voice, the door barely even open as he issued his command for her to come to him. Eyes squeezed shut for a moment, drawing in a deep breath as she pushed the door the rest of the way and stepped inside. She caught a brief glance of her sister as she escaped into the sanctuary of the room, holding her gaze pleadingly for a moment before the raven haired teen disappeared. The door clicked shut again as the younger girl leant against it, setting her bag down on the floor before hurriedly tugging her shoes off - a household rule, at least for the girls. Delicate feet pad near silently across the floor, bringing Damion's youngest round to stand in front of him, eyes cast down as she fidgets anxiously, awaiting the telling off that she is almost certainly about to receive. A navy plaid skirt sits upon slim hips, the hem coming to just above her skin-tone pantyhose-covered knees, topped with a white blouse now untucked and the top buttons undone. The tie bearing the school's colours had already been removed, no doubt stowed away in her rucksack. Unlike her older sister, she held much of her mother about her - hair colour lighter, more of a deep auburn than black and eyes forest green rather than brown.
Thread: Crossing the Line [Ava and Lord Dakol]

Damion watched as Haley zipped away, not wanting to get caught in the crossfire that would shortly ensue. He didn't blame her he was about to get loud. As Lindsay approached his location, walking around the couch and standing before Damion, fidgeting nervously. He sighed honestly, he hated yelling and getting angry at his family, especially his baby girl. But if they continued to disobey his orders he would have no choice but to get angry. He took a small sip of his water, allowing Lindsay to stay nervous and to give Haley more time to leave before he started on her little sister. When she left, Damion's voice started out soft and small. Lindsay . . . I told you specifically that I wanted you home before I arrived, didn't I? Did my words not sink in? Perhaps I've been too lenient with you girls . . . your mother would have known what to do, but I suppose you listen to her better, he growled, his voice rising considerably and getting deeper. I tell these things for A REASON for SAFETY, for PEACE . . . but no, you insist on being fucking rebellious! Damion stopped for a moment, looking at Lindsay darkly as he studied her. Out of the two, Lindsay was the one who most looked like their mother, who had dark auburn hair and gorgeous green eyes, in all a very beautiful woman who couldn't stand responsibility. He frowned, not wanting to proceed, but forced himself to anyway. Get the fuck over here, Lindsay, he ordered, gesturing her to lay across his lap for the spanking she was about to get.
Thread: Crossing the Line [Ava and Lord Dakol]

Lindsay could only squirm anxiously as her father drew out the moment, taking his time to let her panic build, shifting uneasy from one foot to the next. She was generally a good girl kept her room tidy, did her homework on time, had good grades and so forth. Unfortunately lately, she seemed to be struggling and these anxious moments before punishment were growing more and more frequent. Fingers tugged at the hem of her skirt, twisting the fabric between them and adjusting the garment uncomfortably. Damion has only just finished his tirade when Haley reappeared with her bag slung over her shoulder, looking thoroughly apologetic for interrupting. I'm going to...head out, I'll write the address and phone number on the pad on the fridge.. She didn't really wait for approval, instead hurried through to the kitchen, scribbled down the address and disappeared out the front door with a hurried goodbye called out to the eerie silence that had settle over the house. Lindsay hadn't uttered a single word, following her sister's hurried exit closely, meeting her gaze for but a moment, pleading for her not to leave. As the front door slammed closed, her gaze fell to fix upon the small square of carpet in front of her feet. She made no move to prostrate herself across her father's lap, cringing uncomfortably as she fought to summon the strength to speak. I'm...I'm really sorry, Dad. I didn't mean to be late, but...don't you think I'm too old for a spanking? Her brow scrunched slightly, daring to lift her gaze and glance hopefully toward her father.
Thread: Crossing the Line [Ava and Lord Dakol]

Damion barely registered Haley's words, instead keeping his eyes on his younger daughter, nursing the water before he started on her. Most of his anger had been pent up and released from that day, making it feel good to take his anger out on someone. But when he told her to come over and she practically refused, he snarled and growled deeply. You are obviously not sorry, Lindsay, by being late, he replied, clenching his fist tightly. And it is for me to decide if you're too old for it. Understand? Sitting up straighter, her father laid out his hands on the couch, waiting in silent rage for her to walk over and receive her punishment. Get over here . . . or you will regret it, Lindsay, growled Damion.
Thread: Crossing the Line [Ava and Lord Dakol]

Lindsay near enough flinched at the snarl of disapproval, lowering her gaze again hurriedly as her fingers twisted within the dark navy fabric. She hadn't always feared her father to such an extent. Certainly, there had been rules to following growing up, chores that were expected of them and levels of punishment that were proportionate to their misbehaviour. However, when their mother had left, their father had become far stricter and more heavy handed in his disciplining. Spanking had always been a regular punishment, but the older Lindsay became the more uncomfortable and humiliated the whole process made her. Damion's patience was growing thin, Lindsay had grown good at judging how far she could press him before he completely blew up at her. The teen's lower lip trembled a little as she inched closer toward the couch and within arms reach of her father. Stocking covered toes curled against the carpet as she leant down, carefully draping herself over his lap, bracing a hand against the ground to keep herself from toppling off. Her skirt still lay across her pert bottom, but had ridden up sufficiently to reveal the backs of her thighs, naught but the thin and sheer fabric of her pantihose covering the smooth flesh. Eyes scrunched closed in anticipation, her flat stomach tensed as it lay against Damion's thighs.
Thread: Crossing the Line [Ava and Lord Dakol]

Damion watched Lindsay's face for any betraying expression, pleased that she was beginning to realize that he wouldn't back down. Despite his anger, he noted how adorable she looked when her lip trembled at her own fright. When she obeyed and inched toward his legs, Damion exhaled and smiled when she wasn't looking. Good girl . . . he praised her for obeying his command, and watched as she bent over his lap, balancing herself on his firm, toned thighs. By chance his gaze flickered to her legs and the bit of her rear that he could see, and felt a tightening in his chest that he hadn't felt before. Resting his right hand on the small of her back, Damion positioned his left hand just against the supple flesh of her bottom. Then, raising his hand, her father brought it down and delivered a firm, sharp slap to her flesh. But a frown creased his face, making him growl. The material of her pantyhose and underwear dulled the pain of the slap, and he knew that the message wouldn't get through. Take off the pantyhose, and your fuckin' panties, he growled in her ear, spanking her bottom three more times to hurry her up.
Thread: Crossing the Line [Ava and Lord Dakol]

She could feel the warmth of his hand through the thin material of her blouse as it settled against her back, holding her in place. There was no escaping now. Lindsay felt her heart race within her chest, thudding violently within her ribcage as the light touch upon her rear disappeared, hinting that her father's hand was raised to deliver the first blow. Despite the layers of clothing that lay over her rear the sound of the slap reverberated around the room, making Lindsay jolt violently against Damion's thighs before the sharp pain spread through her. The order was not entirely unexpected, he had demanded this before, but again she was reluctant to bare herself in such a way to her father. Three more firm blows landed upon her rear as she scrambled, tumbling off his lap and pushing herself to her feet. Tears pricked at her eyes as she began to work her pantyhose off her hips and tug the snug nylon down her slender legs. Again she hesitates when it comes to her panties, lifting her gaze back toward her father, P-please daddy...I'm sorry, I won't be late again..
Thread: Crossing the Line [Ava and Lord Dakol]

The way Lindsay jolted when his palm slapped her gave Damion a sick sort of pleasure, but wanted to hear to cry and scream from the pain. But she was a stronger girl than that, he knew. Her body moved against his with each slap, making Damion close his eyes for a moment and control himself, feeling a stirring within his jeans. He couldn't believe that he was enjoying this however, he forced himself to continue as she skittered off his lap and began peeling the tight nylon and giving him more of a view for her smooth legs. Looking at her tears and how she begged him to end the punishment there, Damion sneered and shook his head. You brought this on yourself, Lindsay. Now do as I say and take them off, then lay back over here, he demanded, glaring at her and challenging her to fight his will.