Pywakit
I need a spanking!
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Queen Natalia certainly wasn't surprised to find the woman's undergarment in the bed she shared with the king, nor was she shocked that it was one she'd never before seen. No; she knew that her husband fooled around with women more than was good for him... more than was good for the kingdom, in fact. It seemed that everyone knew of his indiscretions, from lucky harlots he called in from the street on up to the wives of visiting ambassadors or powerful merchants. Of course, everyone pretended like they didn't know what went on in the hidden parts of the castle; after all, he was the king!
Yet this was the first time she'd found evidence of his cheating linked to their bed. The bed they shared. And it was the final straw. For a moment, Natalia felt a white-hot rage explode behind her eyes, and it was a good thing for king and country that the king had left that very morning on a week-long journey to inspect the troops. For if he had been home... Natalia was certain she would have gathered a sharp knife from the kitchen, sought him out, and cut off his oh-so-popular kingly manhood for all the world to see.
After a few moments, Natalia had her wits about her again. The rage had quieted, enough for her to realize that killing (or even mutilating) the king would only get her executed. No... there was a better way to get back at him, to shame him, perhaps even to undermine his popularity. And that was to take on a lover of her own. Yet not any lover would do. It had to be someone that the king himself had sought for his own entertainments but had been, for whatever reason, denied her affections. By bedding someone the King could not seduce, Natalia believed she could unman him without resorting to violence.
And she knew just the royal handmaiden to approach. A smile darting across her lips, Natalia stood in front of the mirror and made sure she was as beautiful as she could be. Her flowing blue and gold robes clung to her young body with sensuous grace, her plunging neckline leaving little of her chest to the imagination and the high cuts along the sides of her dress running up past her hips. Her pale, blonde hair was done up in a beautiful headdress, and her glittering green eyes were rimmed with rare pigments imported, at great expense, from the East. The King liked everyone to see how beautiful his young wife really was, yet he was about to learn the folly of his ways for humiliating this young queen for the last time.
Happy with her appearance, Queen Natalia sent word for the handmaiden to be brought to her parlor.
Yet this was the first time she'd found evidence of his cheating linked to their bed. The bed they shared. And it was the final straw. For a moment, Natalia felt a white-hot rage explode behind her eyes, and it was a good thing for king and country that the king had left that very morning on a week-long journey to inspect the troops. For if he had been home... Natalia was certain she would have gathered a sharp knife from the kitchen, sought him out, and cut off his oh-so-popular kingly manhood for all the world to see.
After a few moments, Natalia had her wits about her again. The rage had quieted, enough for her to realize that killing (or even mutilating) the king would only get her executed. No... there was a better way to get back at him, to shame him, perhaps even to undermine his popularity. And that was to take on a lover of her own. Yet not any lover would do. It had to be someone that the king himself had sought for his own entertainments but had been, for whatever reason, denied her affections. By bedding someone the King could not seduce, Natalia believed she could unman him without resorting to violence.
And she knew just the royal handmaiden to approach. A smile darting across her lips, Natalia stood in front of the mirror and made sure she was as beautiful as she could be. Her flowing blue and gold robes clung to her young body with sensuous grace, her plunging neckline leaving little of her chest to the imagination and the high cuts along the sides of her dress running up past her hips. Her pale, blonde hair was done up in a beautiful headdress, and her glittering green eyes were rimmed with rare pigments imported, at great expense, from the East. The King liked everyone to see how beautiful his young wife really was, yet he was about to learn the folly of his ways for humiliating this young queen for the last time.
Happy with her appearance, Queen Natalia sent word for the handmaiden to be brought to her parlor.
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