Finn hoped his queen would be merciful.
"Oh don't be such a scared kitten, young man. Queen Alia isn't going to eat you. It's just a simple beating," his overseer and the Queen's chief chambermaid Sofia smiled warmly.
"Then why are you oiling my butt?" Finn asked her testily.
Sofia's lips twitched. It was this same attitude that got Queen Alia to have him sent to her punishment chambers to be beaten by her. The middle aged woman quickly popped his ass.
"I'm oiling your boyish rear because somebody decided it was a good idea to grope the great Queen's breasts and her royal behind while she bathed. You should be lucky she still sees you as a boy, she'd have castrated you if you were much older."
"She made me bathe her with a sponge!" Finn complained.
"And she expected you to be obedient and use the sponge delicately," Sofia scolded him as her rough hands massaged the golden oil across his chubby rear. Far too plump for a slave- she enjoyed that. Perfect for a long sound thrashing to turn it ruby red. "Now hush. The oil will prevent welting from the royal strap. The Queen likes to see an even shiny shimmer across a bad slave's well chastised rear and I don't think you want her inquisitors to have a round with you if she feels I've not been through with you."
"Will it hurt?" The lad asked after a few minutes.
"Have you been spanked before?" Sofia enquired.
"Mmm.. the priestesses were fond of the buckreed switch growing up."
"As they should with an ass like yours," Sofia grinned, giving each cheek a squeeze. "I was instructed to prepare your behind with a triple fortification oil so you're looking upto a hundred lashes. Once you received your licks from me, you will go to her chamber and present your buns for inspection. If she's not satisfied, she may send you to the dungeons so be thankful of each lash I give you."
Finn tried to stay stoic. He was used to the pain- the priestesses were never the gentle sort and he was trained from a young age to be a pleasure slave after all- even if that never came to fruition, courtesy of his sharp tongue. Thrashings were therefore a way of life.
"Done," Sofia smacked his butt firmly as she stood up. "Now go stand facing the corner for half an hour. The oil needs to seep in to be effective."
"Stand in the corner? Like a child?" Finn huffed. That had always been a sore spot for the lad. He had a soft, smooth baby face and he never grew up in height. It was why he failed as an effective pleasure slave against the rest of hulking Adonises with their tall defined jaws and bulging pectorals.
"Boy, would you rather the Queen see you as a man who groped her bosom and have your hands and genitals sliced off? Or as a mischievous boy who she can have instructed with the bite of the strap?" Sofia questioned testily, getting the lad to blush. A few seconds later he trundled off to the corner like a scolded schoolboy.
"That's what I thought," Sofia nodded as she laid out the thick blue strap bearing the royal insignia.
"I'm not a kid, I'm nineteen!" the lad fussed in the corner.
"You are to Queen Alia, most of us are," Sofia chuckled. When you're over two hundred years old, everyone else would seem like a child. Even Finn could see that, he quietened as he pondered about her Majesty.
"I see he *can* be obedient then," both Sofia and Finn were shocked hearing Queen Alia's voice that the boy instinctively turned around from the corner.
"Who gave you permission to turn around?" Sofia shouted at the boy, who was still eyeing the Queen with his mouth half open. She was incredibly pretty, having changed into a bright blue bra and panty set that matched her eyes. She easily towered over him as she approached Finn and softly grabbed his earlobe.
