Once upon a time, there was a beautiful girl who lived with her stepmother and her two stepsisters. They were evil to her, and treated her like a slave. It hadn't always been that way, but she was an orphan, and had nowhere else to go even though she had reached adulthood a few years before. Her stepmother had said she would have to leave with only the clothes on her back if she decided to strike out on her own, even though her father had left a modest estate when he died. Every day they made her do all the work around the large house, until she went to sleep completely exhausted. What was worse, when they didn't like how she did something, they spanked her. They never seemed to like how she did anything, so she was spanked often.
She didn't let the punishments break her spirit. Somehow she was able to become stronger because of them. She saw them as something to endure, to help her be the person she needed to be. She secretly pleasured herself to thoughts of the spankings later on, in the dark, during the only time left for herself. She wished in her heart of hearts to be spanked by someone who loved her, instead of someone who only wanted to control and punish her. Every night, before she fell asleep, she wished for it.
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On the other side of the kingdom, there was much activity in the castle. The king and queen were planning a ball so that their son, the prince could decide on a bride. All of the eligible girls in the kingdom were to be there. He had seen some of them in the streets during his occasional trips to the center of the town, but he hadn't seen any possible prospects. Little did he know, that as he contemplated his future, his sister, the princess, also contemplated hers. She thrilled at the thought of the ball, all those girls in one room for her to look at and hope for. No one knew of her deepest wish, to have one of them for her very own, to love and care for. She knew that her parents wanted her married off eventually, but they had no idea that she didn't want to marry a prince. Ever since she had been small, she had only fancied the girls, and nothing had changed as she approached adulthood. There was something else too, something that hid in her soul, that she almost dared not wish for. As a child she had watched as the whipping girl was punished in her place. This did something to her insides, and she had wished she could be the one spanking the anguished girl. Not that she wanted to hurt the girl, but she wanted to feel what it was like to be the one to make the girl's bare bottom all red the way the tutor did. As she grew older, she secretly pleasured herself to thoughts of the girl's bright red bare bottom, and imagined that it was she who spanked her. She wished it would happen for real.
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"Cinderella! Come here at once! You lazy thing, you've let the fire go out again!"
Cinderella raced to her stepmother's bedchamber. She had meant to stoke the fire, but her stepsisters had needed her to do so many other chores that she hadn't had time. She knew that she would be punished now, no matter what, and that if she didn't hurry, it would only be worse for her.
The ritual was always the same. As soon as she entered the room she was to silently bend over the end of the bed. Her stepmother lifted her dress to bare her bottom, took her slipper in hand, and started spanking her. Cinderella tried to stay silent, because any sound made her stepmother even angrier, but the spanking seemed to be planned to cause the very sounds and cries that would make the spanking even worse. Her entire bottom felt on fire, and she knew that it was red very soon after the spanking started. She tried not to thrash around, but soon that was impossible, as was staying quiet. As she whimpered and then cried aloud, thrashing to avoid the blows, her stepmother spanked her even harder. There were no words said, no lecturing or scolding. Cinderella knew why she was being spanked, and wouldn't have heard any scolding over her cries. When she thought that the spanking would never end, it finally would, and she would have to compose herself immediately.
There was no time to sit and cry out her misery. She had to rebuild and light the fire, but first, her stepmother pinned the back of her dress up out of the way so that she could watch Cinderella's red bare bottom as she worked. It always embarrassed Cinderella greatly, at least while it was happening. She could feel her stepmother's eyes constantly on her bottom, wherever she moved, as she put the wood in the fireplace.
Once the fire was lit, she returned to her stepmother, to be placed over her knee for another spanking. Her dress already out of the way, she felt even more vulnerable. There was no time to prepare herself for what was to come, and the first blow of the heavy wooden hairbrush almost took her breath away. This spanking was even harder, and was almost intolerable due to the effects of the first spanking. Cinderella couldn't even pretend to be stoic. She cried and thrashed about from the first spanks of the hairbrush on her already very sore bare bottom. This time the spanking was punctuated by her stepmother's words. "You will tend to the fire every hour if that is what it takes for you to remember not to let it go out. I shouldn't have to sit in a cold room just because you are so lazy."
Cinderella knew that she was expected to respond, but couldn't find her voice. This, of course, just made the spanking last longer. She gathered up everything she had left inside her, which was fading fast, and forced herself to say the words she knew that her stepmother was waiting to hear.
"I'm sorry I was lazy, I'll remember from now on. It won't happen again."
With that, the spanking stopped and she was allowed to leave the room. She wasn't allowed to lower the back of her dress until her stepmother allowed her to, and she felt the stares from her stepsisters as she passed them in the hallway. They giggled and her face was suddenly as red as her bottom. She wished that she wouldn't react to them, but there was always a certain amount of shame involved after a spanking. They always saw her bare bottom, and it never ceased to embarrass her. As much as she kept herself from becoming despondent over her circumstances, the embarrassment was impossible to avoid. As soon as she was safe in her room she reached back to feel the damage that had been done during the spankings. Her bottom was hot, and she could tell that it would be red for quite a while. She couldn't stay hidden in her room though, as much as she would've liked to, so she set about doing the rest of her chores.
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The castle was bustling with activity. The ball was only two days away, and everyone was frantic to make it perfect. This made it very easy for the princess to remain in the background. Except for having a special dress made for the ball, she had nothing else to do but daydream, which she did constantly. She hoped to catch the eye of one of the young women who would be crowded into the ballroom, but she knew most of them would be hoping to catch the eye of the prince. She wondered if she would have the courage to approach one of them, or if she would be too afraid and miss her chance. She got butterflies in her stomach thinking about it. She had never really allowed herself to consider having what she truly wanted, because she thought it impossible most of the time. There was just that faint glimmer of hope, and she couldn't let it go.
At night her daydreams turned into actual dreams, giving her a glimpse of her desire. She saw a young woman, soft and naked on the bed, her head down so that her face was hidden by her long blond hair. She walked to the edge of the bed, and carefully pulled the woman to her, and over her lap. She started spanking her, and she watched the perfect bare bottom turn a gorgeous pink under her hand. She reached to pull back the long hair that hid the woman's face, and as she did, she saw that the woman wore a gold collar with a small lock at the side. The woman said, "Only I have the key." The princess didn't know what it meant, and she woke up, confused. She wondered if it was a sign, so she made sure to remember it.
***************************** The next day, a carriage arrived at the house where Cinderella lived. She answered the knock at the door, only to be shoved rudely away by her stepmother and stepsisters. The man at the door was dressed the way she imagined that people at the castle dressed. She hid in the hallway, listening, but at first she couldn't tell what was happening, until her stepsisters screamed in unison, "The castle, we're going to the castle! We're going to meet the prince!"
The screaming dissolved into a jumbled conversation of what they would wear to the castle. They immediately turned to Cinderella to start helping them in their preparations.
"Cinderella, we're going to the ball at the castle. The prince is looking for a bride. Since YOU aren't going, you need to help us get ready. Hurry up," they shouted as they pushed her up the stairs to their rooms.
They kept her so busy that she had no time to really think about what it meant to go to a ball at the castle. They seemed to be even more vindictive, taunting and needling her about not going to the ball with them.
"You're only a maid, the prince would never look at you. You're much too plain to go to the ball. You have nothing to wear but rags," they chanted over and over.
She tried not to let it bother her, but the chanting grated on her nerves, and she started making mistakes. This gave the sisters ample reason to spank her. The older sister bent her over, lifted her skirt, and spanked her with her hand. As soon as she was done, the younger one spun her around and put her over her knee to be spanked with the ebony hairbrush that she picked up from the dressing table. Cinderella tried to wiggle out of her grasp, and almost succeeded, but her older stepsister held her down before she could break free. With both of them holding her down there was no hope of getting away. She surrendered to the spanks that branded her hot bottom, and hoped it would end soon. It might have lasted much longer, but the sisters were too intent on continuing their quest for the perfect costume for the ball.
All three of them kept her running until the wee hours of the morning. They finally realized that if they were to look their best they would have to get some sleep, which left Cinderella alone for the first time all day. She was too tired to fall asleep, and as much as she had hated the spankings she'd received that day, she pleasured herself to the memory of them. Within minutes she was in a deep sleep.
