Author's Note: I posted this on my blog last year, but wanted to put it here to prove that I was still alive and writing. I've been bogged down working on my Captain Lochley Twine game, but I should have that wrapped up in another two weeks. I have started work on Conquest, the next story in the series, so it will hopefully not take too long to start posting chapters. I hope you enjoy!
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Gaiety and mirth permeated the room, fluttering like whispers behind the long silk drapes hanging from the ceiling. The vibrantly colored silks divided the room into small alcoves, providing privacy and seclusion for those who wanted it. Beneath the laughter though was a low, guttural undertone of sighs and moans. One never knew what she might chance upon when pulling back a curtain. She saw Lady Katelyn, who had her presentation at court just last week sacrificing her maidenhead to a great big Doberman. In another, matronly Lady Gwendolyth was being taken by two burly footmen. She even saw one of the Dukes on his knees, fellating one of his lesser orc barons.
When she first started these parties, many of her court wore masks to protect their identities and reputations. Now, after eighteen years of rule only a handful still bothered to protect their identities. Most had come to embrace their Queen's licentious lifestyle and adopt it for their own. After all, Ruar was the City of Sin. Those who opposed the new way, or who wondered at the old calumnies of Jeanette being a whore had been silent since the dissolution of the Duchy of Swetford and the imprisonment or exile of the rebels' families.
Today's celebration was special. Not only was it her birthday, but the Midland Counties of Heste recently abandoned the weak King Garrett Ousten of Heste and swore fealty to her. The truce she negotiated with Garrett at the end of the second war had lasted a few years, but orcs will be orcs. They began raiding again, and Jeanette was happy to let them do so. It brought in much needed coin and livestock to the Duchy of Braden and the Low Counties to help rebuild their economies after the Second Hesten War. She correctly wagered that King Garrett was too timid to risk another war, just as she knew he wouldn't protest when the Midland Counties defected to her. A smile crossed her lips. I will have to find a proper way of thanking him for not challenging me on taking his former vassals.
The center of the hall was left wide open, and was where people could mingle and socialize more openly. Of course, Jeanette had another reason as well. She made her way to the center of the room where a whipping post had been set up on her orders. Conversation died away as she passed, as the onlookers were struck silent by the semi-transparent purple dress than hung to her every curve. She had worked hard to overcome the ravages that 13 births had inflicted on her body. Now that more children seemed unlikely, she was finally able to recover the sexy body she was known for. Even better, her already large breasts had grown considerably with motherhood, so if anything she looked better than ever.
"Good evening Lords and Ladies, as well as my guests of all social standing. Thank you for coming tonight to celebrate my birthday!" Jeanette smiled as the party clapped respectfully. "And of course, to welcome the Lords of the Midland Counties into the Great Kingdom of Zentara!" Not that they were invited to this party: their morals were still too suspect for that. Nonetheless, her guests continued to applaud their Queen. "I would like to crown tonight's festivities with an old tradition: the birthday spanking!" Murmurs of uncertainty rippled through the crowd, though the sight of the Queen sliding the straps of her dress off her shoulders and letting the expensive silk garment fall to the floor dampened them.
Jeanette stood there in all her naked glory a she slowly turned around to address the entire crowd. "And to ensure there is no fear or worry of retribution-" Jeanette lifted a blindfold off the top of the post and wrapped it around her head, covering her eyes, "-I shall blindfold myself, so as not to see who strikes my royal arse." The crowd tittered at that. She then slipped her hands through two loops of rope hanging off the post and pulled the end tight, closing them around her wrists and binding her to the pillar. "So step forward! Don't be shy!"
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Agmar's cock stirred in his pants as he watched Jeanette strip off her dress and display her body to the crowd. His hand dropped to the stiffening bulge in his pants and rubbed it idly as he eyed his mother's large breasts and naked slit. Though of course he didn't remember it, he had once sucked on those fat titties. It struck him as absurd that he couldn't do so now. As he saw those dark areolas and hard nipples bounce on her breasts, he wanted nothing more than to latch his teeth on and dig his tusks into her flesh.
A dark smile crossed his lips as he watched her slip the blindfold over her eyes. Surely one of these fools would smack her like she deserved. His mother ought to be punished for neglecting her first born son. Grotok would be King one day, and if his mother had her way, Belkor would be King of Heste. But what about him? Agmar had to be content with a simple knighthood. Not even a public admission of maternity! Oh, she might assure him privately that he was her son and she loved him, but he could still hear the snickers behind his back from the others. Agmar the green skinned. Agmar the bastard. Agmar the whoreson.
The grin was soon replaced by a scowl as he watched the Queen's foolish courtiers give her a few weak, harmless smacks. Didn't anyone have the courage to hit her for real? Well, at least one person did. The green-skinned orc stepped off from the wall and pushed his way through the crowd, elbowing aside anyone who didn't move quickly enough. When he finally cleared the crowd and strode imperiously towards his mother, shocked gasps rippled through the guests as they realized who he was.
Jeanette didn't seem to hear them, or at least, couldn't make out what the crowd was murmuring. All she knew was that someone new, someone different had approached her. "Are you here to give me my spanking? These others have been far too gentle and I have a long way to go."
His cock throbbed harder as his mother shook her round ass invitingly. He wanted to tear his pants off right there and slam it inside, but first things first. He unbuckled his belt and yanked the leather strap free. His strong, calloused hand cupped his mother's ass cheek and rubbed it up and down, before pulling it to the side to reveal her puckered anus.
In his mind's eye he saw his cock stretching open his mother's bottom, but it only lasted a moment before he released the cheek and brought his belt down on her soft, pale skin. The resounding crack filled the room, briefly drowning out even the horrified gasps of the crowd.
"How dare he!"
"That's the Queen!"
