Lady Gwendolyn gently closed the heavy door to the King's chamber, stifling a yawn. It had been a very long night. The King had been insatiable. She hardly got any sleep. Normally it wouldn't have bothered her, but the King had drunk far too much last night and although he had plenty of energy, there was very little wind in his mighty sail. She was frustrated and exhausted.
She turned the corner heading toward her room where her nice, warm bed waited and to her surprise she saw light spilling from Edward's chamber. She crept silently to the room and peered through the crack in the door.
What she saw should have shocked her but for some reason only peaked her curiosity. The Crown Prince, Edward, was sitting at the foot of his bed with his robe open and his cock in his hand. He was yanking it hard and fast, his breathing labored. She was mesmerized. He looked beautiful. She always thought he was handsome but with his long bronze hair flowing over him and his head thrown back as he reveled in the ecstasy of his touch, he looked stunning. She watched as his finely sculpted muscles contracted while he gripped his large organ tightly in his hand.
She knew it was wrong to watch him but she couldn't take her eyes from him. He was moaning quietly, intent on the pleasure he brought himself. She caressed her tongue slowly, sensually across her crimson lips. A familiar weight began to build in the lower half of her body.
She was so frustrated and aching from her less than pleasurable night that she couldn't help but touch herself over her shift. Even through the silk of her gown she could feel the wetness of her slit. She rubbed it slowly, savoring the feel of the silk over her swelling folds. She fondled her rather well endowed breast with her other hand, rolling her rock hard nipple between her fingers. She stifled a moan as she watched him come closer to spilling his seed. She could tell he was close. His breath had picked up and his moans grew more intense.
She fingered herself through the silk, sliding the ample fabric into her hole as she slipped her finger inside. She was close and hoped to bring herself before he did. She closed her eyes briefly as she slid another finger inside. She opened her eyes just in time to see her him arch his back spilling his seed in strong pulsing arch.
He cried out as he came causing her orgasm to crash into her. An involuntary moan tore from her lips. Edward looked up. Their eyes met and she knew at once that he had seen her.
I didn't think the door was open wide enough to be seen,
she said slightly panicked. She watched as anger flooded his beautiful green eyes.
"Gwendolyn, come in and close the door please." He said in a trembling voice. The anger boiled off him in a wave yet he managed to keep his tone even and low.
She did as she was told opening the door just enough to squeeze in and closed it tightly behind her. She said nothing as his eyes traveled angrily over her, pausing a moment at the wetness on the front of her gown. He filed that piece of information for later, concentrating on the immediate problem.
"Come here, Gwen." He waited silently while she walked to the bed and stood directly in front of him. Her long blond hair was hanging loose over her angelic face, her blue eyes turned down slightly in embarrassment. He noticed how her full round breasts heaved in excitement after what she saw and no doubt did. He couldn't believe she was spying on him.
"How dare you invade my privacy? Is this how you repay my mother, the Queen's kindness, by spying on her only son in his most intimate moments. She found you as a babe, abandoned, brought you in and raised you as one of her own, and this is how you honor her memory? She would roll over in her grave if she could see your behavior this morning. What do you have to say for yourself, Gwendolyn?"
She didn't need to be reminded of how she came to live here, by him of all people, because his sisters never let her forget it. Only Edward and his father, the king, ever treated like she belonged, but she didn't think that now would be a good time to point that out.
"I, um, your door was ajar and I am so sorry, Edward. I saw you and couldn't help myself. It was wrong of me, my lord." She lowered her eyes submissively in attempts to lessen his anger.
"Yes it was wrong, very wrong, and you must be punished. I fear that you have become spoiled living here. I blame it on father and the way he dotes on you." He paused to gather his thoughts. "You must learn to give me the respect that I am due, Gwen. It will not be long before I am your king and you will have to learn your place. Now how should I punish you?"
"Please, Edward. I said I was sorry." She kept her eyes down but Edward noticed that her kissable pouting lips trembled slightly as if she were about to cry.
Oh how I would love to have those beautiful lips wrapped tightly around my cock. –
He thought then shook his head slightly to bring him back to the task at hand.
"And I believe that you are but that is not going to save you from my punishment."
"But..."
"No, Gwen. It is past time you learned a lesson."
He paused remembering the wet spot on her shift. "Well what do we have here?" He said bringing his hand up to touch the darkened area on her gown. He brought the area up to his face inhaling the musky sweetness of her lust deep into his lung. He groin pulsed in excitement. "I see you enjoyed my performance."
"Edward, I..." She started.
"Silence!" He said cutting her off.
He lifted her shift and touched her sex. She flinched at the invasion, but did not move. She was in enough trouble already. He kept his eyes locked on her while he began to massage her wet cunt. Her clit was still swollen and wanting for another release. She moaned when he lightly pinched her little nub.
"Now what shall I do to punish you. Let me think a moment." He spoke as if he was not at this very moment gliding his finger into her dripping wet pussy. He fucked his finger in and out of her hole several times before withdrawing his attentions bringing his finger up to his nose to inhale her sweet perfume.
"Mmmm, very nice." He said before retuning it to her cunt, adding another finger to fuck her deep. She was going insane with pleasure. She had completely forgotten about her impending punishment. Her mind was focused only on what he was doing to her. She was so close that she only barely heard him talking.
"I have it!! There is a room in the bowels of the castle. It is where Master Gurney used to punish our prisoners and anyone else father felt deserved it. I want you to meet me there in 4 hours, when father gathers his advisors for court. Do not be late. Wear only a shift, nothing else, and do not tell anyone of your destination. I want no one to see you. Do you understand, Gwen?"
She barely understood anything right now with his hand pumping her cunt. She was so close. So close.
Yes, right there. Oh god!! –
she thought.
"Gwenie? Do you understand me?"
"Yes! Yessss! Oh god yesssss!" She screamed as another orgasm ripped through her. Her knees buckled and had it not been for him supporting her she would have fallen. He waited a moment before withdrawing his hand from her mound.
"Did you hear anything I said, Gwendolyn?" He tried to be stern but you could hear the desire in his voice and the pleasure he got from bringing her.
She tried twice but finally managed to say, "Yes."
"Yes, what Gwen?"
"Yes, Edward, I understand you. I will be in the punishment room in precisely four hours dressed much like I am now. No one will see me and I will speak to no one. I have heard you, my lord." She sounded tired but thoroughly sated.
"Good. Good. Now Gwen. There is something else you must know. I was appointed the unofficial punisher for father after Gurney died since I showed such an interest when he was 'entertaining' guests of fathers choosing. I will not hurt you but know that I will be thorough. Do you understand?" He paused hoping to scare her with this knowledge and then as if remembering added, "And Gwendolyn, you will address me as your highness or master, for I will treat you as a servant until such time as I feel you have served out your punishment. Do you understand me, Gwen?"
"Yes, Edward." She said showing none of the panic she was feeling.
"What did you call me, servant?" He said sternly.
"I am sorry, your highness." She said proudly.
"Curtsey when you address me, wench."
"Yes, my lord." She curtsied low, holding the position.
"That's better, Gwenie. Now off to bed and do not be late."
"Yes sir." She said as she got up and left the room. She was so tired and need the sleep she was about to get. She had no idea what she was in for but doubted it would be at all pleasant.
***
After she left, Edward pleasured himself once more relishing the scent that Gwen left on his fingers.
This is going to be fun. It has been a long time since I have had the pleasure of punishing someone and for it to be Gwen! I have had my prayers answered. If she only knew I was pleasuring myself to the fantasy of her every night. –
he thought laughing gaily.
"Well I must get started. I have much to get prepared." He said quietly getting up from the bed wiping himself on the sheets that the servants would soon be in to launder.
"Phillip!" He called. And within moments a tall, thin man came into the room. He had been the prince's servant for years. They had practically grown up together. They were the best of friends and Edward trusted this man with his life as well as his secrets.
"Highness?" He said bowing at the waist.
"Morning Phillip. I need you do me a special favor. No one can know about this."
"Of course, my lord. How can I be of service?"
"I need you to set up the punishment room for me, but not like you usually do. Bring in a cot or small bed if you can find it and dress it with fresh linens, warm blanket and quality pillows. I need a dressing table, basin, and wash things, including a straight blade and hairbrush. Also, bring a goodly amount of candles. Yes, I think that should do it. If I think of anything else, I will alert you to it. And Phillip, don't let the servants catch you."
