The Warrior's Little Princess Page 2

  With wide eyes, she watched as he stretched his fingers, realizing how broad and wide his palms were.

  “I didn’t lie! Why do you keep saying that? Besides, I’m too old to be spanked.”

  “In my world, a young lady like yourself is never too old to be taught a lesson. I’ll put your very bare bottom over my knees and spank you until you decide to be honest with me.”

  “But I am being honest! I swear! I don’t remember who I am, or how I got in that meadow,” she exclaimed, unable to keep the hint of annoyance out of her voice. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. He wouldn’t dare to spank her, would he? And more important, would it hurt?

  Uncrossing his arms, he stood up and began walking toward her. His expression softened and he sat down beside her. She trembled slightly but tried to hold her ground. She wouldn’t let him intimidate her.

  He surprised her when he reached for her, his fingertips brushing against the skin on her cheek rather than grabbing her roughly like she expected. He took her small hands within his much larger ones.

  “Look at me, little one. Let me use my sight to look into your memory.”

  “What do you mean?” she asked shakily, unsure of him and what he was about to do.

  “You do not know what I am?” he questioned, his eyes widening slightly with astonishment. She looked up at him and shook her head, having no idea what he meant. He sighed and brought her tiny knuckles up to his lips, pressing a kiss there. Her skin tingled in response and she couldn’t help but feel her body quiver at his touch. Even between her legs, she felt a strange pulse throb in tune with her heart. She had no idea what that meant.

  “My name is Darrius. I have magical powers. I’ve had them ever since I was a young boy. It’s how I saved you last night, with the bright light and fire you saw. I can do many things with my gift, including reading your mind to see your memories.”

  “Will it hurt?” With a heavy swallow, she suddenly felt a little scared. Try as she might, she couldn’t remember anything about magic or who this big man could be. She knew she should be terrified, but the longer his large hands held hers, the more comfortable she became.

  “No, trust me, Irena. I won’t hurt you. Unless you have been lying to me, then I’m afraid that pretty little bottom of yours is going to spend some time over my knee.”

  Nodding, she looked up into his eyes and lost herself in their depths. It was as though she was staring into a black hole, unable to sense the surface from the overwhelming intensity of the incredible darkness. A warm tingling spread across her skin and she felt herself relax even further. Guessing it was his magic, she savored the feeling of his power as it coursed through her, almost as though it was a massage. Despite the unknown, she knew she was safe in his hands.

  She’d known the man for less than a day, but he’d already saved her from danger, given her a soft bed to sleep in, and hadn’t asked for anything more. He’d even let her spend the night alone. His large presence was extremely comforting, even if he had threatened to spank her. Frowning, she wondered what that would be like and was shocked to realize the thought excited her and made her body feel tingly all over. Gasping, she felt his magic finally pull away from her and she shivered, feeling a chill race across her skin without its warmth.

  She blinked, staring back at him, realizing the darkness of his eyes no longer sucked her into its intensity. They were normal once again, black pupils surrounded by yellow irises. With a swallow, she sat there silently, waiting for him to speak.

  “You can’t remember anything at all? Where you came from, your family, nothing?”

  “I wasn’t lying.” She shook her head as her lower lip pouted out slightly. “It’s like my memory has just gone blank all over and I don’t know why.”

  “That must be pretty frustrating then, huh,” he said, his tone soft and understanding. He pushed an errant strand of blond hair out of her face and she smiled up at him. “We’ll have to have the healer examine you, make sure that you’re healthy and of sound mind. I suspect something else is going on in that little head of yours, something nefarious that even I cannot recognize yet.”

  “I don’t need an exam. I’m perfectly fine. Just a few bruises from those stupid monsters is all.”

  “Let me help you get dressed and then we’ll be on our way. The healer is not far from here.”

  “I said I’m not going. I don’t want a doctor to look at me.”

  “Irena, this is for your own good. Don’t fight me on this.”

  Narrowing her eyes, she scooted away from him on the bed. She wouldn’t take orders from him, nor did she want him to help dress her. That was ridiculous. She could put on her own clothes if she wanted to, not that she had anything but a nightgown to choose from. Plus, she wouldn’t stand for some stranger inspecting her for injury. It just felt strange.

  No, she wouldn’t stand for it. Jutting out her chin, she crossed her arms and said, “I won’t go. Get away from me, you… you bossy bastard!”

  With a heavy sigh, he leaned over and grabbed her wrists. With little effort, he pulled her forward and she flew right on top of his thighs. Her belly pressed into his hard muscles and for a long moment, she looked up at him in disbelief. She also realized that she was still naked and her bottom was as bare to his view.

  “What are you doing?” she shrieked.

  “Little girls in my house should not display such bratty behavior or such bad language. Now, I’m going to teach you that I am to be obeyed.”

  “I’m not a little girl!” she exclaimed as she tried to kick her feet. In response, his broad hand wrapped around her hip, holding her firmly in place. She wasn’t going anywhere and stilled immediately when she felt his expansive palm on her bare backside. A sense of nervousness came over her, shrouded by what she could only identify as desire. Feeling a flush come over her face, she squeezed her eyes shut when she realized that there was wetness between her thighs.

  “No! This is so unfair! I’m a grown woman! You can’t spank me!”

  Trying to reach back to cover her bottom with her hands, she yelped as he caught her wrists and pressed them to her lower back. She could hardly move.

  “Darrius! Please, don’t!” she cried out.

  His fingertips brushed against the sensitive skin of her quivering globes, across the lower curve of her cheeks, and up to her lower back. Trembling, she waited nervously for him to begin, yet she couldn’t deny that deep within her, there was a feeling of anticipation. Would the spanking hurt? What would happen after he paddled her?

  “Naughty girl, saying such wicked words. I expect a woman in my charge to exhibit better behavior than that.”

  “But you said it too!”

  “Ladies do not utter such things, but men of my questionable morals and character? It’s practically expected of me.”

  “That’s so not fair!”

  “And then there’s the matter of you refusing to go to the healer. You must go for your own good and that’s final.”

  “You’re incorrigible! I’m not going, no matter what you say,” she argued.

  “Irena, you’ve never been spanked before, huh,” he mused while leaning down toward her. She tried to wriggle away from him without any progress and glared at the floor. She refused to answer, feeling awfully embarrassed, anxious, and aroused.

  “Well, no time like the present to teach naughty girls how to behave,” he said while he patted her bottom gently. She tensed under his words, suddenly growing increasingly uneasy with her current situation. Her nipples hardened into tight pebbles and she couldn’t help but whimper in response. She was naked over a man’s knee and he was about to spank her bare backside.

  Smack.

  A loud clapping sound met her ears, echoing off the nearby walls once, then twice before she realized he’d smacked her backside. She yelped when the sting hit her a second later. His massive hand felt as though it covered an entire cheek, leaving no spot unpunished. He spanked her again and again, and before long, she was kicking and yelling out with dismay. It really hurt! Her bottom felt impossibly hot and sore, the steady cadence of his hand inescapable.

  Disbelief clouded her mind. This couldn’t truly be happening. She couldn’t be naked over a man’s knee, getting her bare bottom spanked like a naughty little girl. Tears threatened to fall from the corners of her eyes as she squeezed them shut. She should hate the entire experience, but even she knew claiming that would be a lie.

  Every time his big palm met the vulnerable flesh of her bottom cheeks, her body jolted with pain, but it quickly turned into something more pleasurable. Her cunny throbbed with need, already incredibly wet with liquid heat. She tried to press her legs together, hoping he wouldn’t notice the slickness between her thighs.

  Her poor bottom felt like it was on fire. He was relentless, spanking all over her cheeks from the top to the lower curve of her backside. He even spanked the tops of her thighs, which caused her to whimper at the sudden overwhelming sting.

  When he began to focus on that area, she couldn’t hold back her tears any longer. She held onto his ankle as tears cascaded down her face.

  “I’m sorry,” she wailed. “I’ll go to the doctor, I swear! I won’t fight anymore, please, sir!”

  Finally, he stopped spanking her and quickly gathered her up in his arms. He held her close and she sniffed back her tears.

  “That’s my good girl,” he whispered softly. His warm palm massaged up and down her back, which soothed her tears away. She whimpered slightly at the soreness in her bottom as it pressed against his thigh.

  “That hurt,” she pouted.

  “It’s supposed to, baby girl. You must let me take care of you, even if at times, it’s something new and scary. But don’t you worry, I’m going to make sure you’re safe and sound, no matter what happens. Until we figure out what’s going on with you, you’re going to have to trust me.”

  The feeling of his arms tight around her was comforting. She sighed, breathing in his manly smoky scent as her tears dried. When she was finally calm, she met his eyes with a little trepidation, looking to him to ease her worries.

  “Promise? The doctor isn’t going to hurt me?”

  “No. The healer won’t hurt you,” he responded firmly. His thumbs brushed the tears away from her cheeks and he looked back at her with a gentle smile. “You took your spanking very well, Irena, and I’m proud of you. Now, let’s get that red bottom bathed and dressed so that we can go to the healer in a little while. How does a nice hot bath sound to you?”

  She grinned tentatively, feeling much better now that she was receiving his praise rather than his ire. Reaching down, she cautiously touched her sore cheeks, feeling the heat radiating off her skin.

  “I think I would very much like that.”

  “Good, now roll over on your belly on the bed. I’m going to make that sore bottom of yours feel a whole lot better.”

  Feeling uncertain, she decided to obey him so that he wouldn’t spank her any more. She looked back as he patted her warmed cheeks. Picking up a small container off the nearby bedside table, he unscrewed the top and dipped his hand within.

  “Turn around, Irena,” he said and she looked at her hands. What was he going to do next?

  An icy cool feeling spread across her punished backside and she realized he was rubbing cream onto her bottom. She moaned at the incredible feelings coursing through her veins. She felt the strange need between her legs grow even larger, and pressed her knees together trying to quell whatever it was. Despite her efforts, the throbbing knot increased in intensity and her body began to respond, visions of her spanking dancing around in her head.

  Her hips rolled a little and she whimpered, realizing that her arousal was dripping onto her thighs. She was ashamed of her reaction, one she knew had something to do with desire and lust. How could she possibly be turned on from a spanking? Not understanding, she hid her face within the blankets underneath her, hoping he wouldn’t notice her body’s traitorous reactions.

  “Irena, sweetheart, spread your legs for me.”

  “Please don’t make me,” she whined, feeling incredibly embarrassed.

  He laid a hand on her bottom and she groaned, knowing what he was implying. With a heavy sigh, she hesitantly opened her legs, revealing the wetness she had hoped to hide from him. Her face flushed red hot as silence reigned over the room for a long, heavy moment. She suddenly felt the need to please him. Would he despise her for behaving so wantonly? Would he send her away after finding the wetness hidden within her folds?

  She whimpered when his fingertips grazed up her thighs. His fingers glided across her pussy lips and she groaned with shame. She felt herself flush with embarrassment.

  “My my, little one, it seems you were quite excited about your spanking,” he said, his voice laced with a chuckle.

  “It’s so embarrassing. I don’t know why that’s happening. Please don’t give me another spanking, sir, I can’t make it stop,” she begged, dreading his response. She felt her pussy clench with nervousness.

  “This pleases me very much, Irena. Don’t ever be ashamed of your body’s reactions with me,” he said sternly. “If you disobey me, I can promise you that this pretty bottom of yours will always be hot and red.”

  “I feel like I can climb the walls. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

  “Let me make you feel better, little one. Turn that beautiful body over so that you’re on your back and keep those legs nice and wide for me.”

  Timidly, she did as she was told and rolled so that her bottom pressed into the bed beneath her. Despite the cooling cream he had rubbed into her skin, she still hissed at the feeling of her scalded skin grazing against the quilt underneath her.

  He leaned back and looked her up and down with an appreciative smile.

  “Irena, you’re so beautiful. Now relax and enjoy some good girl time.”

  She watched as he pressed his lips to the skin of her thighs and moaned at the sensations that raced through her body. Her pussy clenched as flames of desire roared within her. A bizarre need began to center deep in her core, growing with every moment his lips touched her, igniting every nerve in her limbs with an unquenchable passion.

  Gently, his hands pressed below her thighs to cup underneath her hips, sliding her closer to him in one single movement. His kisses trailed further up her inner thighs, until he pressed his lips over the top of her folds.

  “Oh, my goodness! You can’t mean to kiss me there!” she squeaked, having not anticipated what he was about to do.

  He didn’t respond and instead, she watched as his tongue escaped his mouth, edging closer and closer to the secret place between her legs. It was almost in slow motion, as she felt the war whether she wanted him to continue or not come to a head within her. The instant the damp heat pressed against her vulnerable wet skin, she moaned as desire hit her like a tidal wave on a rocky beach and she decided she wanted it all.

  Arching her back, she gasped for air as her hands clutched at the blankets beneath her. Passion ricocheted through her as her hips rolled toward him. His lips latched onto the greedy bud between her legs. His tongue flicked her clit back and forth and when he began to circle it, the coil within her began to wind up tighter and tighter. His tongue moved faster and she couldn’t hold back any longer as her pleasure burned white hot. A blinding light flashed in her eyes and she squeezed them shut, every muscle in her body trembling with ecstasy. She quivered with her lust for a long moment with her head in the clouds, before she felt herself begin to calm. Gradually, the buzzing under her skin faded away and she felt much more relaxed than before.

  With a gentle sigh, she laid back on the bed, her limbs feeling like jelly.

  “Wow,” she breathed, her heart still hammering in her chest.

  “Feel better, little one?” he asked, a smirk apparent on his lips.

  “Mmhhmm. I do feel better. What was that, thing, my body did?” she cooed, curling into a little ball and gazing up at Darrius. “I don’t remember ever having a feeling like that before.”

  “You had an orgasm. Felt good, didn’t it?”

  “Yes, sir,” she mumbled, quite aware of the pink flush creeping up toward her face.

  “Well, if you’re very good, you can have more of them. How does that sound?”

  “I’d like that,” she giggled, unable to stop herself. “Bath time now?”

  Darrius nodded and took her hand. She followed obediently, feeling relaxed, chastised and well taken care of all at the same time. Maybe this strange man wasn’t so terrible after all? She had to admit he was turning into a nice fellow, even if he spanked her bottom cherry red. He’d saved her from those awful goblin monsters and given her a place to sleep. He was big, strong, and looked like he could protect her from anything.

  They walked into a nearby room where a big copper claw-foot tub sat in the middle of the floor. It was already full of water. A few extra soft-looking towels lay nearby. She moved to touch the water to see if it was warm, but Darrius gently grabbed her wrist.

  She paused, watching as he pressed his palms to the surface of the liquid. The aura around his hands grew orange. He moved his hands away, allowing her to notice the steam coming off the bath.

  “Did you just use your magic to warm the bath?” she asked, dumbfounded.

  “I certainly did, now let’s get you clean,” he said, clearly amused. Strong arms enveloped her, lifting her off the floor and into the bathtub. He gradually immersed her body in the water and she moaned as she was enveloped in its warmth. The temperature wasn’t too hot as she expected or too cold. It was also the perfect amount of liquid, as the tub was large enough to fit him too. Once she was seated, she leaned back and enjoyed the heat all around her. If she thought she was relaxed before, she was much more so now.

  Large hands guided her head back, wetting the blond strands of her hair. He worked soap into her long wavy locks, massaging the skin of her scalp. He was so gentle, so thorough that she felt like her whole body was a melting stick of butter left out in the sun. Suds dripped down her neck into the water, and he leisurely rinsed her head when he was ready.

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