Free Of Pain and Delight by Heidi Stone

moment and saw him staring at my bottom. I knew he couldn’t fail to see the open lips of my sex, and possibly even the other little hole. I looked back down at the floor in anger and shame. Even if a prince, I thought, he should not stare at me in such a lewd and lascivious manner.
    ‘He spoke for the first time. His voice was soft but there was no warmth in his tone. “Such a perfect arse,” he said, simply. I was furious! I wanted to respond, to show my anger. I wanted to tell him that he had no business addressing a member of the royal household in such a way, but I decided to keep quiet. I knew that any protest would be pointless. “You have been marked well,” he continued. I felt him touch the scorched flesh of my bottom with his fingertips, and I sighed involuntarily. He ran a finger down the cleft between my buttocks until the tip touched my anus. At first I instinctively tightened the sphincter, but then relaxed, and he eased his finger into me. There was no need for lubrication. He slid his finger out again then slipped two, or maybe three inside me. “Ah, sweet princess,” he said, “I sense that you are well versed in anal delights.” He turned and twisted his fingers inside my bottom until my inner muscles became completely relaxed. He eased out of me and then rose to his feet. I knelt silently, my anus throbbing gently. I heard Sarne move and watched him as he walked past me towards the bed.
    ‘He stood for a moment with his back to me, and then removed his cloak and tossed it onto the bed. I savoured the sight of his strong back, his tight bottom and his long, muscular legs. He turned sideways and just stood there. It became rapidly clear to me that he was holding the pose on purpose. His cock was now fully erect. It jutted monstrously upward. I remember you telling me that the prince was magnificently endowed, but I was unprepared for this. It was plainly too thick for me to circle with my fingers and I imagined that it would surely tear me apart should it enter my pussy. But despite my fears, I have never wanted anything so badly in my life!
    ‘He walked over to a small cabinet and opened the door. He took something from within and then turned to me. At first my gaze was still transfixed by his huge prick, but then I saw that he was holding a leather tawse. My heart leapt and my mind was filled with a mixture of fear and excitement, and I begged him not to beat me too severely.
    ‘He slapped the tawse loudly on the palm of his hand. “Silence!” he barked. “Your pert flesh is well striped but you will discover that the kiss of the tawse will give you a far different sensation of pain and delight. Your bottom must burn before I take you.’
    ‘Did he,’ gasped Sahria breathlessly, ‘did he take you?’
    ‘Wait,’ teased Calema again, ‘you will find out.’
    ‘I can’t wait,’ laughed Sahria, but inside she was burning with envy. ‘Please, please go on.’
    ‘The prince moved behind me. I watched in fascination as he walked, his big cock waving about like a spear. I closed my eyes and clenched my buttocks. I felt him touch my bottom with the tawse and he gently stroked my skin with the harsh leather. He traced the shape of my rear then ran the tip of the tawse between my buttocks until it touched my pussy. He rubbed the full flatness of the implement against my soaking lips. I thrust my bottom out as much as I could in my shackled state to allow him easier access. He coated the tawse with my juices and then moved from me. I was nearly crying with lust.
    ‘The first stroke came without warning. I heard the wet slap and then felt the searing, satisfying sensation of joyous pain. The second stroke was administered almost immediately. The surge of sensation between my legs was such that I knew I would come the next time he hit me. The tawse lashed across both my buttocks with equal force, and the sound of my punishment echoed in my ears like the music of angels. My pussy felt like it