Scarlett slowly followed Ava through the door to Prince Cade’s study. The Prince had summoned her early today, sending Ava to get her right after her first tutoring session had ended. The advisor had been sparse with information, only telling her that the Prince needed to see her immediately. Scarlett had clutched her papers to her chest as she followed the woman through the halls.
“Thank you Ava. The papers you need are on the table. You may leave us now.” Prince Cade was standing by the fireplace, his hands tucked into his pockets as he turned to greet them. Scarlett moved out of the way as Ava scurried past her, hands overflowing with papers. “Thank you Miss Amaris. I apologize for cutting into your tutoring, but this is an urgent matter.”
“Of course, Your Royal Highness.”
“You can set those papers down if you’d like. How was your writing session today?”
“It was good. Miss Rey is helping me write a letter to send back home to my Uncle.” Scarlett carefully placed her papers on the table closest to where she stood, keeping the blank papers on top of the letter.
“And she made sure you knew how to write your phrase, right?”
“Yes, Your Royal Highness. It was the first thing she taught me.”
“Good, I’m glad to hear that. You may wish to use it in the coming week, should training become too much for you.”
“What do you mean? I thought we were doing simple obedience training.” Scarlett’s hands fidgeted with her skirt as she stared at the Prince. He was staring down at the ground, his posture stiff.
“We have to change our timeline. Other royals have RSVP’d for the ball. Royals that will expect you to have reached a certain level of training and obedience. Your tutoring sessions for the following week will be reduced by an hour each. We will need much more time to make sure that you can properly serve me at the ball.”
“Yes, Sir,” Scarlett mumbled. Her fingers clenched at her side as she stared at the Prince in disbelief. The Prince’s expression was blank and he just looked at Scarlett. Scarlett felt a hint of anger build in her chest as she stared at the nonchalant expression on the Prince’s face. “You told me that I would only need obedience for the ball!”
Scarlett stepped back when the Prince strode towards her, backing her against the room’s door. He placed his hands above her head, barricading her.
“I know what I originally said. That was before other dignitaries had decided to join. Now we have a different plan.”
“And I’m just expected to go along with it?” Scarlett gulped as Prince Cade leaned forward. His eyes hardened as he glared down at her.
“How is this any different from being trained in these services later? Our timeline has sped up, but you knew when taking this job that you were going to be serving me sooner or later. Just happens to be sooner.”
“I-” Scarlett fumbled as she tried to come up with an answer. Her cheeks were flushed in anger as the Prince leaned into her space. “I-”
“Do you want to continue your service here? If not, say the word and we will end our arrangement.”
Scarlett thought back to her uncle and nephews. To the people in her town that had encouraged her to take this position.
“Yes.”
“Yes, what? I need full consent.”
“Yes, Sir. I wish to continue serving you.”
“Very well then.” Sir stepped back from her, moving to sit on a bench. “We will start with some new commands and positions. Our session will end with your punishment.”
“Sir?” Scarlett’s eyes were wide as she stared at him. Sir leaned back slightly, tapping his lap with his palm. Her palms were sweating as she stared at where was lounging back. A hand rested on his lap and he stared at her with his brown eyes. He made no further movement, just reclined and waited for her to approach him.
“You didn’t refer to me by my title. In this room, during our training sessions, I am Sir. You will refer to me as such. You raised your voice at me. I can excuse a certain level of disbelief because of your shock, but this was beyond what I can allow. You need to obey me. Your current behavior indicates that I have been too lenient with your mistakes. That will end today.”
Scarlett’s eyes were wide as she stared at him. His voice was harsh as he spoke to her. His words were curt, coming out fiercely. Her breath caught in her throat as she moved towards him. She wiped her sweaty palms against her skirt, trying to soothe her nerves. Eventually she stood before him, shaking slightly.
“Are you ready to begin your training?”
“Yes, Sir.”
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Sir snapped one, pointing two fingers down at the ground and Scarlett sank to her knees. Her weight rested on her legs and she kept her eyes trained on the floor in between her and Sir. Soon she saw Sir’s thumb and pointer finger. She stared at the signal.
“This is the signal for Bow. This position is pretty much what it sounds like. Try to place yourself in a bow position and I will adjust you as needed.”
Scarlett struggled into the position. She tucked her skirt under her knees before bowing before Sir. Her forearms rested against the floor, hands flat on the ground. She tucked her head between her two arms.
Sir touched her arms, moving them closer together until her hands were overlapping. He gently raised her head and rested it against her head. A slight tap against her thigh and Scarlett slid her legs close together.
“This is Bow. Your next command, Bow Present, is very similar except for your back and your legs. Your back should be more arched and your legs will be spread to the side. There is no visual signal for this position.” He pressed lightly against her hip with his boots. Scarlett slid her legs apart, her skirts rising up as the cloth was drawn taut around her hips. She raised her hips up until she couldn’t any more.
“Very good. That’s the correct position. While you’re in Bow, a tap against the hip whether with my hand or foot or an object, will always mean for you to present yourself to me.” He held his hand out and Scarlett clambered to her feet. She looked at the ground, but watched him from her periphery. Sir was standing firmly, his back straight as he watched her.
Four fingers pointed down. “Hands and Knees. This position is precisely what it sounds like. You are expected to be on your hands and knees.” Scarlett quickly dropped to the ground and arranged herself into the commanded position. This position came naturally to her and she was pleased when Sir didn’t have to adjust her. “Good. You may wish to practice this position, the pressure on your hands and knees can be a lot at first.”
Scarlett quickly moved to a sitting position when Sir pointed at the ground. He moved to sit next to her and she rested her head against his thigh. He rested a hand on her head and she tucked her chin closer to her chest. “Tomorrow we will work on some of the sexual services you will be providing me with and how to do those in the positions you have learned. I do not want to do that today, you still have to be punished for your earlier behavior. Are you prepared for your punishment?”
“Yes, Sir.” Scarlett’s head bobbed slightly as she answered.
“Do you understand why you are being punished?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Very good. Since this is your first punishment, you will receive twelve blows by my hand. Any other day, this behavior would have rewarded you with twenty swats. I want you to count each one. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“After your punishment, I will administer aftercare to you. Do you have any preferred methods of aftercare?”
“No, Sir. None that I know of at least.”
“Very well. We can try having you rest on the chaise, if you’d like. Maybe a snack or drink depending on how you’re feeling. Does that sound good to you? Would you want cuddling or another form of contact?”
Scarlett imagined the scenario in her head. The chaise was over by the window. It was a large white couch that would allow her to sprawl out comfortably. She could imagine Sir holding her as she was resting on the chaise and her stomach tightened in anger at the mental image.
“No cuddling. I just want to be allowed to rest until I feel better. Maybe a drink.”
“Sounds like a plan. Now come here.” Sir gently pulled her up by her hand. She stood to the right of his knees, staring at his lap before bending over them. Her feet touched the floor as her stomach rested against his legs. She let her arms dangle in front of her, unsure what to do with them in this position. She held her head up and looked over her shoulder at Sir. He gripped her waist, slowly moving her until she was positioned more comfortably over his lap.
“Make sure to count. Don’t forget to use your safe word if you need to. We are going to begin now.”
Scarlett jolted as the first spank landed on her butt. Even over clothes, the pain was still stinging. She instinctively tried to wriggle out from under Sir’s hands, but he placed his arm firmly on her back and held her down.
“Count.”
“One,” she gasped out. The pain faded to a mild stinging and she breathed lighter. Her breath was stolen again as another spank was quickly delivered to her buttocks. “Two.”
Scarlett’s fingers clenched around nothing as pain shot through her body at the next blow. “Three.”
Two more blows fell in quick succession. She gasped and her eyes glazed over, but a quick tap against her lower back had her coming back down to earth. “Four. Five.”
“Good,” Sir crooned before spanking her again. This blow was lower and Scarlett’s legs jerked. Her toes were clenching in her shoes, pressing against the ground as she tried to ground herself. “Six.”
Three more blows and her eyes were watering. She could no longer make out the painting across from her. “Seven. Eight. Nine.”
“Ten,” Scarlett gasped out as Sir landed a particularly forceful blow. Tears were streaming down her face and she could feel her cheeks grow red as she cried.
“Eleven.” She could feel her ass burning and was sure that it was going to be a bright red after Sir was done with her. Her stomach was burning as well. Her stomach had clenched every time that Sir landed another blow on her butt. Another one came down.
“Twelve,” she cried out as the last blow landed. Sir immediately smoothed a hand over her bottom. Scarlett loosened up as the motion soothed out some of the lingering pain.
“Let’s move over to the chaise.” Sir gently removed her body from his lap before sliding one of his arms around her waist. He walked her over to the chaise and helped her lay down. She hissed as her ass brushed against the material before flopping down to rest on her side. Sir kneeled down in front of her, waiting for her eyes to clear up and meet his. “Would you like a drink?”
Scarlett nodded, too emotionally drained to answer verbally. She closed her eyes and listened to Sir moving around the room. He placed a glass of water on the floor by the chaise. He grabbed a cool cloth and draped it over her butt before taking a seat nearby. She sighed as the cold sunk into her fiery buttocks.
“Was that too much?” His voice was soft now, none of that harshness that had been in his tone when he was berating her.
She shook her head and watched as he rested back in his seat. “Good. You didn’t use your safeword, but I wanted to make sure.”
Scarlett hummed in response. The pain was leaving her and was being replaced with an aching soreness. Her butt would sting tomorrow, especially when she was in her tutoring sessions.
“Whenever you’re ready, we can get you back to your room.” Scarlett nodded slightly. Her mind was quiet, focused only on her breathing, for the first time since she had entered the castle. She wasn’t worried about being anywhere on time or learning anything. She was free to breathe and relax. It wasn’t long before she felt her eyes begin to slip shut.