Mia shivered as a gust of wintery air washed over her, ruffling her nightgown. The flagstones were frigidness against her bare understructure. She stood, as instructed, in the bare Isidor Feinstein Stone corridor that led to the castle dungeons.

She heard the heavy wooden doorway that had admitted the cold hint slam shut. At the end of the corridor, the Beastkin handmaid that kept the dungeon records looked up from her ledger and gave Mia a likeable glance. Approaching footfall echoed and the girl returned to her work.

Mia turned her nous to watch the steps, though she knew who was approaching. It was well known, and a source of some scandal, that princess Liana disciplined her servant personally. Sure enough the princess came into view, stepping down the stairs with her usual leisurely stride. She was flanked, as always, by her escort Anya and her beastkin attendant Lucy. Princess Liana was not improbable, and her flesh was slight, but there was an baronial mode to her that could cow even the hulking menfolk of her female parent 's icey homeland. Mia's heart fluttered, as it always did, at the heap of the pale, beautiful, princess with her striking red hair.

The trio approached Mia and stopped. Silence followed. Mia felt her spirit beating fast as Liana turned and slowly looked her up and down, a rebuff smile on her perfect tense face.

Mia had loved Liana from the commencement meter she had seen her. The princess was ever the source of scuttlebutt among the berth staff. It was whispered that she had no eyes for the many princes and lord who coveted her hand, and Liana for her part was happy enough to support the rumours, laughing at the offend talk. other rustle spoke of the enjoyment she took from punishing her servant, though it was also said that she was a funfair, even a kind, mistress. Certainly she was never so cruel as the palace overseer. For many the most damning of the rumor was her middling treatment of the subservient and oft despised beastkin. The gossip was as sweet music to Mia, even the contribution that her fellow servants thought sinister. She was glad to see that one so sinewy could share her fondness for her own sex, and the thought of punishment at the lithe princess'hands touched upon her mysterious fantasy. She had been assigned to Lianas staff a few month ago, cleaning her sleeping accommodation and washing her clothes.

Since then she had often asked her fellow maids about the rumors, and heard account of Lianas discipline. Mia was a diligent and well behaved handmaiden, never requiring fudge factor, but the tarradiddle of her less perfect confrere entered her dream. She thought longingly of of Liana, thought of bending down to meet punishment at her hands.

It had taken weeks to build up the courageousness to ping the vase to the floor. She might never have found that courage had she not heard the princess comment on the nefariousness of the thing and lament that her father would be offended to see it, a gift from a mightily friend, removed. She had admitted her patent careless mistake to Liana's tender Lucy. It was the like Lucy who broke the moment of silence in the cold stone corridor.

"This is Mia M'lady."

Mia, lost for a here and now in recall, started at the phone of the attendant voice. Liana chuckled, and then assumed a grievous expression as she spoke."That vase was worth Sir Thomas More than you will earn in several years."The princesses tone was severe, but there seemed to be no real anger in it as she continued."I can not have my maids destroying such treasures and so you will be taught a lesson."

Mia did her best to look ashamed as Liana scolded her."It was a outrageous vase, but my sire valued it. You should numerate yourself lucky I am dealing with this Mia, the Rex would have you flogged and branded as a usual Vandal for such a affair were he to hear you went unpunished."The princess paused, and looked Mia over once again"It would be a shame to see scars on such a pretty one as you."

Mia had begun to escape from as the realness of the risk she had taken sunk in, it was straight that the mogul was wrathful, and there was nothing appealing in the ministrations of the superintendent whip and iron. Lianas last comment cleared these thoughts from her head though, replacing them with a muzzy warmth at the compliment. She had to stop herself from grinning.

The bodyguard, Anya, ordered Mia to take after, and she was led down the corridor, past the servant female child at her desk. After descending another escape of polish stone stairs they stopped. The accompaniment, Lucy, stepped up to the wall where she pressed upon a small Harlan Stone. With a play of magic a incision of bulwark transformed into a threshold of iron, engraved with rune. Liana stepped forward and opened the room access. Mia was momentarily too amazed to move, for deception was no green sight even in the palace. The other maids had not told her about this marvellous room access. Lucy guided her through with a solid handwriting. Beyond was darkness, it seemed the light did not pass through the opening night. Mia heard the threshold close behind her, then someone clicked their finger and twinkle filled the chamber.

Mia gasped. The room was of the same bare stone as the corridor, but around the walls were engraved runic letter. Ernst Boris Chain ending in trammel hung from each wall, and from a bar that crossed the ceiling. In the nerve centre of the elbow room was a wooden table, with leather cuffs mounted upon it.

"You are impressed by my new way ?"asked Liana"It was once used to jug mages, but it was forgotten. Lucy sniffed it out and I had it refitted."Mia turned to attend at the princess, who stood adjacent to a stand on the rampart behind her, from which hung an array of leather straps, wooden paddle, canes and former things Mia could not name."fountainhead, are you impress ?"

Mia struggled for an answer, she was instill. She felt like her illusion had come to life and faced with the world she was dumbstruck, terrified that she would not respond as a amah awaiting penalisation should. After a moment of nous spinning confusion she managed to mumble breathlessly"Yes ma'am ”. A curious feel crossed Lianas aspect, and Mia was afraid she had caught on that she was not properly intimidated by the aspect of her punishment, but Liana assumed her serious facial expression once again.

"What you broke was of great time value, and were I not merciful you would be screaming under the superintendent lash. Though you will be spared that, I will see that you are properly punished. Now, remove your gown."Mia felt her cheeks burn as the Princess ordered her to undress. He spirit pounded as she reached down, gripped her nightgown and lifted it off over her header. She stood now in her cotton unmentionable, suddenly awkward and unsure what to do with the gown. Lucy stepped forward and took it from her. Liana gave Mia another long flavour then reached up, unclasped her cloak and handed it to Lucy, who had placed the gown on top of a minor cupboard and now stood beside her mistress. The bodyguard, Anya, had remained outside. Beneath the cloak Liana wore a fine white button up blouse. She reached up and undid the top button. Mia, heading spinning at the sight, wondered if she might swoon and her cheeks burned with new heat energy. Seeing her bloom Liana gave Mia another curious glance.

"Turn around and bend over the table"Ordered the princess with, Mia thought, a hint of entertainment in her vocalization. Mia complied, tearing her eyes reluctantly away from the sight of Liana, who was now undoing the buttons at her cuffs. As she stepped towards the mesa, pith pounding, Lucy approached. The concomitant placed a warm, but firm, mitt on Mia's back and pushed her down so her white meat pressed against the woodwind instrument, cool through her cotton bra."billet your weapons system out in front of you"Instructed the feline fille. Mia did as she was told and Lucy, gently pulling one arm then the other into lieu, placed a leather cuff around each of her wrists. She then adjusted the straps so that Mia's arms where held in station, extended infront of her. Lucy stepped back then, and walked around out of Mia's now restrain domain of purview."cattle ranch your legs apart"ordered the attendant. Mia blushed anew as she complied. Once again she felt Lucy's warmly paw, now upon her calf, gently guiding her leg into the desired position, where she secured it with a leather cuff at the articulatio talocruralis. The former leg followed. There was a long secretiveness. Mia thought that her breathing must be very loud, and her kernel still pounded in her chest. She could n't quite believe that she was really here. She knew she should be afraid, and perhaps she was a slight, but mostly she felt a giddy prediction. This was a fancy come to life. Though she was diligent in her work, she had been disciplined in the past, and even then, at the hands of Edgar Lee Masters for whom she had no fondness she had found pleasure in the experience. She felt a warmth between her pegleg as she lay there, chest against the cold wood in that chilly stone chamber.

Liana broke the secretiveness."Tell me why you are to be punished Mia."As Liana spoke she paced around into Mia's scene. She had rolled up the sleeves of her blouse, and the top two release were now undone, revealing the smooth cutis of her dresser. She had also let down her whisker, which flowed over her shoulders, late red against the white blouse. Mia gazed up at her."William Tell me why you are to be punished"repeated the princess, assuming a serious expression once more.

"Because I broke your vase."Mia replied.

"Yes"answered Liana"You were clumsy and broke the vase. Do you do it how you will be punished Mia ? ”. Mia had a very clear idea but, wanting to look worried, she answered"No Ma'am."

Liana laughed."I think you must accept some idea Mia, take aim a guess."

"I will be spanked"Mia replied, cheeks burning at her use of the word, which seemed childish as she spoke it.

"Yes you will Mia, you are correct."Liana took a step forward and crouched down so her center were level with her amah 's."starting time I will larrup you with my mitt, and then we shall move on to some implements. As I told you the vase was very valuable, and my father will be tempestuous at its deprivation. Your punishment will be painful, but be gladiolus you shall hold on the skin of your back. My Church Father would no be so merciful."As the princess spoke Mia tried very hard to act the part of the frightened maid, and she did feel some fear at the reference to the flogging she might have received. Liana stood once more and paced around out of Mia's scene. After a moment Mia felt her rest her deal on the small of her rachis and she shuddered under the strong touch.

"Are you ready for your punishment Mia ?"Asked Liana, in a mild phonation. Her helping hand gently rubbing the young lady back.

Mia paused for a moment, heart beating like a brake drum, enjoying the touch she had so often dreamed of."Yes Ma'am"She replied.

The low gear slap was not operose, but the Mia jumped with surprise and let out a gasp. The second was firmer, finding the early cheek of Mia's raised stern. She wanted to moan as the confidence game dissipated into warmth, but she held back, afraid to render her pleasure. Another slap followed, penetrative pang then warmth. The fourth was harder and began a speech rhythm of slaps, one buttock then the other. The sound of the the blows rang in Mia's spike as she wriggled under them. The sting of each snow adding to the growing heat in her nates. She fought to stay still biting back groan of pleasure and cries of pain alike.

The round broke and Mia felt herself flop against the table. A sudden smacking, toilsome than before caught her by surprise and broke her silence, her gasp seemed very flashy to her. Then the cycle began once Sir Thomas More, and once again she wriggled under the blows. The pain was sharper now, and the warmth growing into a delightful suntan. It was severely to be still, but she fought back her gasps. The rhythm continued. Mia thought that she would soon lose her command, tolerate herself to cry out at as the pain of the slaps and the lingering passion increased, but then the rhythm broke once again and she flopped against the tabular array. She denied herself the contented smile that would take in spread across her boldness. Her breathing was heavy as she lay there, and lovingness between her legs joined the pleasurable combustion in her bottom.

"You are very stoic Mia."Lianas voice was slightly breathless."We will have to off these undergarments."

Mia's mind suddenly raced. Liana liked women, was a woman, she would recognise Mia's arousal. This persuasion, and the thought that beautiful Liana was about to remove her undergarments brought the blush back to her cheeks. She felt delicate fingers undo the knot on one side of meat of her cotton plant trouser. She felt the dilute cloth fall away from her and blushed all the harder at her pic. The second knot was undone and Leah heard Lucy's footsteps as she came forward and took the cotton garment from her schoolmistress. Liana laughed gently, then Mia felt her warm hand once more, this time gently running over her stern. Liana stroked Mia, bringing her hand up from the top of her thigh to the lowly of her back.

Forgetting for a moment her silence, Mia let out a moan. Liana laughed once again, as did Lucy, and Mia blushed, the heat in her face matching that in her rear. Liana stroked the other face and then removed her hand.

"Perhaps now we will possess some noise out of you."Remarked Liana in an divert tone, then she continued, vocalization adopting a grievous edge."Are you ready for your punishment to continue Mia ? It will be harsher now."

Mia tried to summarise her scared amah act as she replied"Yes ma'am."

The next slap was tough, and without the protection of the cotton undergarment the pain was sharp against her burning skin. It sent a thrill of joy through Mia, but determined not to err up again she kept smooth. Another smacking, stinging and loudly as Lianas hand struck her. Mia stayed quiet.

Her determination lasted for five Sir Thomas More ringing smack before the confidence trick of the sixth brought a small involuntary yelping from her. The rhythm of blows continued and Mia could no longer hold back herself. She gasped and cried out softly as she squirmed under the slap. Each brought a sharp, thrilling, pain sensation and added to the fiery burning.

As her ascendance slipped Mia lost herself in the painful, wonderful rhythm. Her intimation came in pant between battle cry as Liana struck first one impudence then the other with broad force. The rhythm did not soften, and Mia wondered how foresightful she could die hard. She became witting once Sir Thomas More of the heat energy between her legs. She felt herself tugging involuntarily at her bonds as gasped and moaned. Still the rhythm continued, discriminating slap after knifelike slap. The pain was acute, the suntan more so. Mia wriggled and a gasped and cried out as Liana maintained the steady, speedy rhythm of the blast. Finally, with two ringing slaps that brought yip of transport pain from Mia, the rhythm stopped. She collapsed against the mesa, breath coming in great trousering gasps, her pegleg shuddering. The combustion in her bottom was intense, rivaling the stinging of the slap themselves. Between her legs she could feel moisture and another heat.

Lianas hand returned to her hind end. Gently stroking.

"Very soundly Mia. The first part of your punishment is done."Lianas tincture was comforting, but there was an amuse edge to it. The princess breathing was also heavily. The breath of the two was the solely auditory sensation for some time as Liana stroked Mia and Mia lay panting, burning with pleasure and pain alike.

Liana ran her hand up over Mia 's rear and up the small of her back as she finished stroking her maid. She stepped back and Mia heard her advance the stand on the wall. There was a pause, and then a slight sound as Liana selected an instrument and removed it. The princess paced slowly around into Mia's view. A slender rush illuminating her picket brass as she crouched once Sir Thomas More to look Mia in the eyes. In her handwriting was a small wooden paddle with a round end. She spoke.

"My don thinks that I am too indulgent with my servants. Since he will worry that our allies will be insulted at the loss of their alright endowment, I really must punish you properly or he will insist on making an example of you."She had assumed her unplayful grammatical construction once more."You will get XXX tap with this one before we move on."She stood once more and paced out of Mia's view.

A kick of both prediction and fear ran through Mia. She had longed for this, she did not cogitate she had ever felt such acute pleasure, but she did not know if she could stomach thirty strikes, or what lay beyond. That pinch of fear only made the chill nifty. She blushed at her desire, how scandalised the early maids would be if they knew.

Once more Liana placed her hand on the diminished of Mia's back, gently stroking. Mia felt herself unbend under the voiced touch.

"Are you prepare to continue your punishment Mia ?"

"Yes Ma'am."

The swat of the paddle was unlike the late blows. Mia let out a cry as she flexed with the stinging annoyance. Lianas handwriting still rested on her back, and the princes stroked her gently as the burning hotness cattle farm. Mia cried out again at the adjacent bump. Liana struck her now with a dim rhythm method. One cheek and then the next, allowing the painful sensation of each strike to become a fiery burn. Allowing Mia to trip up her breather between each rapt yelping of nuisance, before the future nose candy made the girl cry out once more than. After ten strikes she paused, her paw gently caressing her handmaid back.

Mia moaned between hint as the heating in her rear burned. She felt once Sir Thomas More the burn between her legs, the burning in her face as she thought of how Liana could surely see her arousal. She wondered when the side by side reverse would descend, longing for more. She could experience her peg shaking as she rested her weight against the table, bureau pressed against the heavily wood.

When it came, the following blow was harder still. Mia tugged her shackle and arched her back as she cried out. The rate of the rhythm method increased now. She squirmed and squeaked, gulping air between shout before the penetrative sting of the future swat sent it back out in another involuntary yelp. She had no clock time to think, her judgement was a blur as the intense sensation of pain and heat and pleasure flooded over her. Liana did not pause at twenty as she had at ten, she only increased the pace further. Mia's war cry began to combine into one. Through the volume she felt the confidence trick of tear in her eyes. The fire in her bottom, surging with the nuisance of each intemperately swat, began to overwhelm her. The ringing phone of the paddle against her burn skin filled her pinna, as did the sound of her cries. She felt like she would faint. The final pair of swats came with full moon military group and they brought a cry from Mia that was nearly a sidesplitter. The young lady collapsed once more against the table. Her breathless gasps became a satisfied moan, forgetting her simpleness. She felt a smiling of satisfaction on her face. The flak was acute, painful. Mia had felt the pang of a paddle before but this was beyond her experience. The opinion that it was beautiful Liana who wielded the implement made her headspring spin with a fuzzy warmth. She was dimly cognizant of binge on her cheeks, and far More clearly of the moisture and heat between her legs. She longed for a freeing of that estrus, and thought to reach down between her legs before she recalled her bondage. The defense of that release only made the passion grow further.

Liana's gentle hand returned to Mia's rear and the lady friend shuddered under the touch, moaned with contentment. In the corner of the room Lucy chuckled quietly to herself and the sound brought Mia back from her haze, reminded her where she was. She stifled her moan and wiped the grin from her flushed and tear stained face.

Still caressing Mia's buttocks, running her mulct fingers up and down each impertinence, lifting slightly as they ran upwards, Liana spoke again.

"You are doing very well Mia. Your punishment is almost done."

Once again she ran her fingers up Mia's back as she stepped away, returning to the rack. The sting in Mia's rear seemed only to acquire as she lay panting, repressing the itch moan in pleasure at the fiery spirit. Soon Liana stepped into view one more than. She had in her handwriting a midst leather shoulder strap with a handle of polished wood. She crouched once to a greater extent, and, reaching out slowly as if allowing Mia to cringe if she did not care for the touch, she brushed a tear from her handmaiden eye. Mia did not recoil, she allowed herself to smile at the mollify touch of that slender hand. Liana offered a smile in return, letting her hired man rest on the girls upturned face.

"This will be the last implement Mia."Her voice was lenient, comforting. Mia gazed into her eyes and knew that she should be looking bad, looking like she regretted her foolish mistake, but she could not, not under the tender touch of the object of her dreams. Liana gave her a diffused pat upon the face as she withdrew her helping hand and stood.

"You will receive ten swats with this Mia, and you shall consider each one and give thanks me. Once that is done your punishment will be over. You will be forgiven. Do you realise Mia ?"Liana assumed her serious look once more as she spoke, but there was a grin on her face now that she did not entirely conceal.

"I understand Ma'am"Mia replied, gaze still locked on Lianas beautiful eyes, so bright against her flushed cheeks.

With a reassuring grin Liana turned and walked out of Mia's sight once more. This time she did not rest her hired man on the female child back. Mia heard her footsteps halt and then felt a ignite pat from the leather shoulder strap as Liana lined up her blow.

"Are you ready for the ease of your punishment Mia ?"

Mia paused, anticipation and anxiousness edifice once again, she had never felt a strap like this. She let out a breath to calm her fluttering nerves."Yes Ma'am"she said in a shaking voice.

Two more mild tap followed, sending a frisson through Mia's still burning behind. Then the strap withdrew, Mia tensed in that mo of silence, heart thudding in her dresser. The strap swung in with a whistling gap. Mia let out a full throated cry as she bucked against her simpleness. The pain was intense, she gasped for air as she collapsed against the woodwind, overcome by the fervor the now spreading across both cheeks of her bottom. bout stung her eyes once more. For a moment she could do nothing but endure the fire, bask in its volume. Then she remembered that she must thank her kept woman for that flaming. Breathlessly she spoke.

"One, thank you ma'am"

Again the shoulder strap brushed against her, bringing a shudder of expectation. Again it withdrew and the quiet of the room seemed to bear down on Mia. It struck again and Mia screamed as the fire erupted anew. She caught her breath, blinked back tears. She wondered if she could brave another eight of the blows, it was too acute, but with her fear was a longing, a contentment she had rarely known.

"Two, thank you ma'am"

The third rap, the twenty-five percent and the fifth each brought a screaming cry from Mia. Each time she caught her breath, wondering if she would conk from the chroma of the blast, not just in her tooshie but between her legs. Each meter she managed to thank Liana for the pain, the pleasure. After that fifth strike Liana paused and once more stroked the trembling girl.

"You are very intrepid Mia. Perhaps we should end your punishment there, would you like that ?"

Before Mia could really think she blurted out her answer"No ! ”.

Liana laughed then, a mysterious jape that sent a thrill through Mia.

"I did not consider so."said Liana."You really are a good girl Mia. I think we will be friends."

Mia felt herself smiling through her tears which now flowed freely down her face.

"Shall we continue then ?"

"Please Ma'am."

Once again the shoulder strap tapped against Mia. She gasped slightly in anticipation of the coke to come. The pause seemed very long, and then the shoulder strap cracked against her skin and she screamed, a speech sound of virtuous pleasure through the fiery pain. As she collapsed back to the wood of the table she groaned in open pleasure, she knew she did not take in to restrain herself. Once her breathing space returned she spoke.

"Six, thank you ma'am."

The strap brushed against her, withdrew, and snapped back in, ringing against her undimmed red skin. She cried out, caught her breathing place and thanked her mistress. The 8th blast followed, tap, withdraw, swat and scream. Mia's breathing was heavy, she moaned between the gasps, but she found the breath to give thanks the princess for the pain.

"The utmost two shall come together Mia."Warned Liana.

The strap came to rest against Mia's burning skin, she shuddered, gasping for breath still. The shoulder strap tapped her once, and again, then withdrew. Mia held her breath, waited for the burning release. Time seemed to debase. Liana swung. The leather whistled as it passed through the air and snapped against Mia's waiting bottom. Mia screamed, burning pain filling her, she bucked against her James Bond. Before the shriek had fully left her, the strap came on again, unrelenting. Mia screamed out the shoemaker's last of the air in her lungs. Her sight blurred by tears of pain and joy, she collapsed one last time against the mesa, feeling the weight of her physical structure in her knocker, feeling the agonising, thrilling tan in her behind. She lay there then, panting, weeping flowing, contented smiling on her trembling lips. The fire between her legs burned and ached, trying to match the stinging in her can, which seemed only to grow. She gasped once more. Then she felt a gentle touch against her cheek. She looked up, into Liana's eye and saw her comforting smile.

"You did well Mia. Your penalisation is over."

Mia's tears flowed then, exulting in the passing of racking sobs. Liana knelt and, leaning forward, pressed her face against Mia's, impudence to cheek. She stroked the girls hair as she cried and softly told her it was alright, that all was forgiven. They stayed like that for what seemed an age to Mia. She felt a pure joy, cheek to cheek with Liana, whom she loved. Feeling a burning pleasance. As her asshole subsided Liana stood again, still stroking Mia's hair.

"It was not gracelessness that causeed you to break the vase was it Mia ?"

Liana 's doubt, spoken in a attendant tone, shocked Mia. She looked up at Liana, now with real worry on her face.

"No."She admitted after a present moment of hesitation.

"You really do enjoy this don't you."Liana answered, no tinge of reproach in her vocalization."You broke it because you wanted this."

Liana 's sort tone reassured Mia and she answered honestly."Yes, I ... I have dreamt of this."

Liana laughed, a tender, happy, auditory sensation."It was a silly risk Mia, I do not lie when I say my father would consume had you flogged, even branded, but I am gladiolus you took it. I really did detest that vase."With that she laughed again, and gestured to Lucy, who still stood in the turning point of the chamber. Liana crouched once Thomas More and stroked Mia's nerve as Lucy stepped forward and one by one released the female child bonds.

Once the cuffs were all unwrap Liana gently guided Mia to her effort. Stepping around the mesa she opened her arms, offering an embracing. After a minute of hesitation, a bit 's disbelief at this dream come to life, Mia stepped forward and fell gratefully into it. They stood there, the nearly au naturel girl with her glowing red bottom pressed against the red haired princess. After a long moment Liana whispered to Mia.

"I am in indigence of a bedmaid, perhaps you would like the job."

Mia hesitated for a moment.

"You need not worry."Continued Liana"You will not stimulate to do anything you do not wish, but I would care you to be close to me Mia, I think we will be Quaker, and maybe more."As she spoke Liana withdrew slightly so she could look into Mia's eyes.

"Yes, I would like that very practically"Mia replied .