A Royal Pain
Ren Davidson groaned as he climbed into his SUV. He was tired, it was Friday, and he could go to his office/shop/home and collapse with a good single malt. Saturday would be time enough to do the week's paperwork. The eighty-hour weeks were taking their toll on him. He was only twenty-nine but felt much older than his years.
He started out of the huge housing, office, and manufacturing complex he was the architect for.
Once again, he thanked his lucky star's he had been chosen chief architect. It was all due to his mandatory army service. Training and combat let you identify your mate's strengths and weaknesses. He thought he had performed his duties as well as he could have. His superiors felt differently as he had been awarded several decorations and a promotion to Captain.
When it came time to reenlist or leave his bosses told him to get out and go build things instead of destroying them. Soon after starting his own firm he had been recommended, over several others, to head this project. It was the most ambitious construction project ever done in the small kingdom.
He learned that he had served with four of the six people on the selection committee. When he went for the interview he had bluntly asked if this wasn't blatant nepotism. A retired general asked him, "Is it nepotism if you pick the right man for the job?"
As he got to the just completed auditorium, he saw two TV trucks and a small crowd standing outside. He frowned, then slammed on the brakes. Shit he thought, I was supposed to be here for the press conference. He wheeled in, a police officer pointed him to a reserved spot.
As he hurried toward the stage door the officer grinned and said, "Cutting it a mite fine aren't you sir?"
Ren smiled as he passed him at a trot. "No more than usual Harrison."
He was met by the Protocol Secretary who looked at him over his half glasses as he said, "Ah, Renville, so kind of you to join us. Her Royal Highness is about to go on, it's too late for you to get on the stage. I know how terribly upsetting that is to you."
"It is, Sir Richard, I live my life to serve, as you are aware."
"Oh yes," Sir Richard replied dryly, "your fondness for Princess Cordelia is known to all."
The door to the Green Room opened and the princess's press and personal secretaries emerged then stepped aside for the princess. Princess Cordelia swept out of the room and headed for the stairs leading to the stage.
The secretaries hurried to follow. On the second step the princess stopped, pulled a piece of gum from her mouth, without looking she reached behind herself and dropped the gum. She had, of course, been expecting one of her servants to catch the gum and take care of it.
Unfortunately, her personal secretary had not been looking up and the gum landed in her wavy auburn hair. She reacted by reaching up and trying to remove whatever had just landed on her head. This only made the gum stick harder.
She stopped and the rest of the princess's entourage flowed past her, chasing after Her Royal Highness.
Ren saw the young woman debating whether to try to remove the offending gum or ignore it and get in position backstage.
He stepped forward and with a smile he said, "Maybe I could give you a hand with that."
"Could you?" she almost begged him, "I have to get back to Princess Cordelia before she sees me gone and sacks me."
"Well, we can't have that, can we?"
Gently taking her by the elbow he led the way to a room and used his master key to open it. The room held a small kitchen. It had a large icemaker along one wall that Ren raided for a handful of cubes.
"Sit here Miss...?"
"Louisa, Louisa Semple, and you are?"
"Renville Davidson, at your service. Please, call me Ren."
"Oh, of course, I recognize you now, Captain Davidson."
"It's just Ren now, really I prefer it."
"No sir, I could never do that, you see you saved my older brother from getting captured, he would take me over his knee if he thought I had disrespected you."
"Yes, I remember, it's Corporal Semple, yes? What's he up to now?"
"He stayed in, it's Sergeant Semple now."
"Good for him, he was well suited for the life. When next you write please give him my regards."
"Oh, I will, he will be so pleased."
"Tilt your head over so when the ice melts the water doesn't run in your face and ruin your makeup."
"Why are you putting ice on my head?"
"I'm going to freeze the gum and it will peel right off your hair," he explained.
"Does that really work?" she asked.
"No, of course not, I just wanted an excuse to get you alone," he said smiling down at her.
Louisa giggled then said softly, "You didn't need an excuse, all you had to do was crook your finger, I would have followed you anywhere."
"We can maybe talk about that later if you like, but for now sit still. I had a younger sister that had a habit of going to bed with gum in her mouth. All too often she would wake in the morning with the gum stuck in her hair. My mother used this trick, it always worked on my sister."
After a couple of minutes, he checked and found the gum was solid. He picked at it until most of it came out. He put two fresh cubes on the remaining gum and told Louisa to hold it there. He pulled open drawers until he found the silverware, he grabbed a fork then told her to give him the nearly melted cubes. He dropped them in the sink and brought a kitchen towel back to the table.
Using the fork he teased the remaining gum from her hair, picked up the towel and began blotting her thick hair dry.
"There," he declared, "Good as before, Louisa."
She stood and gave him a hug that pressed her large breasts into his chest. Pulling her head back she said, "I was serious about doing whatever you asked you know."
"How far are you willing to go. Right here, right now."
She simply said, "Anything."
"You said something interesting before. About your brother taking you over his knee. Does that sort of thing arouse you?" he asked curiously.
"Not if it's my brother doing it, but a lover? Yes, pain excites me very much."
"So, if I told you to bend over the table and lift your skirt so I could spank you, you would do it?"
"Oh no master, you would have to force me to do such a degrading thing," she said smiling.
Moving quickly, he grabbed a handful of Louisa's thick hair and marched her over to the table. He put a hand on her back and pushed.
She fought him as he forced her to bend over until he had pressed her large breasts into the table.
He pulled one arm behind her back then the other. Holding both her thin wrists in one hand he used his free hand to pull the belt from his trousers. He laid it on the table right in front of her face and heard her whimper as she saw it.
He ran his free hand from her knee up her thigh then under her skirt to her panties and gave her tight ass a squeeze. He switched hands and repeated the journey on her other leg.
He changed his mind about using the belt on her. Instead, he used it to tie her wrists together.
He slowly lifted the plaid skirt, admiring her shapely pale legs as they came into view. He was rather disappointed in her unsexy white nylon briefs.
Flipping her skirt up onto her back he hooked his fingers into the waistband of the plain panties. He started to pull them down, but Louisa had put her thighs together and would not lift her hips off the table to help him.
"Lift your hips or I'm going to beat you," he grated out menacingly.
Instead of being frightened the young woman moaned and shook her head no. "You have to make me. Why should I help my tormentor?"
He gave her a wedgy that made her panties disappear into her butt crack. It looked like a thong now and exposed both her cheeks.
He brought his hand down firmly onto the perfect globe of her left cheek. The woman did not even flinch, so he spanked the right half a little harder.
He got a small moan from that, so using that as a gauge, began alternating blows to her beautiful ass using the same force.
He counted to himself and when he reached twenty, he paused, saying, "I'll stop whenever you open your legs and raise your hips.
Her only response was a rather loud moan.
He resumed his punishment, after five more swats her legs started shaking.
Five more and her legs parted, and she sobbed and cried out, "I c-c-can't raise my hips now, let me rest, p-please. I-I I'll be a g-good girl n-now, I promise."
He let her rest, slowly rubbing his hands over her red ass that felt as if it were on fire. In a minute, she stood on her tiptoes to raise her hips off the table.
He peeled the panties from her crack and pulled them down. He had the waistband nearly at her knees before the gusset pulled away from her crotch. The reason was clear, so much fluid had leaked out of her vagina that the panties were almost glued to her sex.
He chuckled then sighed with relief. He had thought he might have been to harsh on the young lady, but her panties told him that it had been just the right amount.
He reached for more ice and put a cube on her ass. He honestly expected it to sizzle and steam.
Louisa groaned and begged, "Please, oh please do more of that. My poor buns hurt so nicely. You must have a lot of experience to make me glow like this."
He grunted and said, "Actually this is the first time I have punished anyone seriously."
"You missed your calling Mr. de Sade."
Ren laughed as he used both hands to rub ice onto her hot butt.
"My pussy is hot too," Louisa suggested with a little moan.
Taking a fresh cube, he ran it up and down the length of her slot. When he got back to her clit, he rubbed it in small circles until it melted.
Louisa was moaning and twitching from the cold and the stimulation. She nearly fainted when he pushed a cube into her vagina as far as he could.
Ren pulled his trousers down in anticipation of sinking into that wet sticky mess of a vagina when Louisa stopped him.
"Oh god, you have to stop, you can't put it in my pussy," she cried out, sounding very serious.
Ren swatted her still warm butt and said, "I thought we were done with that game?"
