Sweetp4u
Mischief Maker
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Seeking one male writer who is interested in a wicked humorous tale - PM me to work out the fine tuning, please do not post without an invitation to do so as it will be ignored.
The male role in this tale has to have a dominate streak to carry out the story and able to withstand a spoiled princess who just might whine too damned much -grins- It is intended to be a story with plot, not a porn movie with four spoke lines and a lot of bad music and sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, cum shot, sex .. I know, ruining the fun! I write this here because I like SRP! So, any takers?
STORY:
Ah, little Lady Celesta Amelia Bouchard was the apple of her daddy’s, the King, eye. The baby, the only daughter and the last he and his dear wife, Anna had birthed before the Queen’s untimely death. As you can imagine she was spoiled, well cared for, educated and, was spoiled mentioned? Severely so, I’m afraid.
- Softly Sighs –
Celesta wanted for nothing and because of her being the last, the baby and only daughter, she was given her heart’s desires and is rather.. opinionated as … Well, stubborn AND opinionated are enough said. She had reached her eighteenth birthday, shunning all suitors as Celesta knew very well what would happen to her upon her marriage! She would lose more than just her chastity, she’d lose her freedom! And then nineteen came and went, and so did the tongues that began to wag. It was at this point her father got the ‘brilliant’ idea to hold functions his dearly departed Queen would have seen to, to introduce their daughter to society, to the titled gentry of the land and to draw in the suitors befitting a princess…
And not-so-little Celesta began to plot and trick, by coy words, feigned illness, boredom, fright, and whatever means she could concoct to avoid that death sentence called matrimony! It was then, her hand maidens and myself thought to explain to Celesta that marriage is not a bad thing, and how relationships between man and woman procreate off spring and babes are born… Well it didn't have any positive effects on the situation, sadly it only made her more determined to undermined her father’s wishes she wed.. And so sets the foundation of this.... interesting tale.
She turned away Sir Charles, as he was too portly and splotchy, according to Lady Celesta. Her father flushed with embarrassment at this proclamation before the court in a rather snotty loud tone his beautiful daughter made sure many did hear. How could an angel outside be so rotten within? His only thought but he saw it as his short coming and surely, as many women do, she would long for child and home of her own?
-snort-
She turned down the Duke of Archron, as it was rumored he drank more than he ate, each night. Handsome, young and wealthy! Their children would be beautiful, the king was sure of it! And yet, Celesta had other notions for a husband. It did not stop her from toying with the man, leading him on and flirting with him for a fortnight straight before she turned him down with a laugh and a sighed remark, “Oh my dear, dear Sir.. They do not call me Brandy, I am afraid..” A wicked glint in her eye as she left him to the dance floor and gossipers.
She turned down a prince, heard it tell that the prince preferred boys to girls anyway, but the prince was not rich by half as her father. So no sons would come of it and no parties would be thrown in that castle. He spoke funny, ate oddly and smelled of something too feminine to be attractive. The King sent away the gossiping handmaidens at this point, we were exiled to chambers above and ordered NOT to tell the princess any more ‘rubbish’!
And so it went on, too short, too tall, too fat, too skinny. One was bald and the other was rumored to be too large.. you know? Down there. One smoked pipe way too often, he was rank of it, and another snored so loudly, that the wenches swore the bed fairly vibrated with it! The King had run out of men of title! Sirs, knights, None would have her as word spread far and wide just what kind of monster princess lived within these high towered walls. Beautiful, a bit rounded but not overly so, with honey colored hair and sapphire blue eyes, and a smile so sweet.. If only she kept her mouth shut! Womanly curves and the tongue of a venomous viper, and none wanted her.
“You will marry, someone! Celesta, why must you be so, so picky!?” Her Father had that red glow to his face, his jowls shook with his suppressed anger as he tried as best he could to not lose his temper. “Not a man in or out of any of the fifteen countries, not ONE!” His voice echoed off the high vaulted ceilings and cherubs decorating the tops of many pillars.
“One will come –“ She tried to pacify her father, con him with her baby face and thick fluttering lashes, her wholesome sweet smile she turned on him, was dazzling! Why would she not use it on any of the worthy men who came along? Surely she knew how to manipulate… And then it clicked in his head! She WAS manipulating a man! HIM!
“ENOUGH!” His rage over blown, he bellowed loud enough to scare any within the caste and gardens outside. “YOU, WILL MARRY ..”
“Father!” She stood up, her nose into the air as she shrieked at him in a hissy, “You can not..”
“I CAN!” He roared like the mighty lion of their family crest, his stance changing as he came to her and stood over her, towering like the fury of ten storms over her head.
It had escaped their notice that there were the eaves droppers about listening, and frankly, the poor King, though he loved her deeply, had enough and cared not whom heard his next words.
“YOU shun the fine men of my kingdom, and the kingdoms beyond! You turn down Princes, dukes, earls and now? Now no man, not even a Baker! Would have you!” He fumed with his anger and perhaps she had pushed him too far or perhaps he had been too soft not to simply choose for her? It mattered not now, hind sight and all later…
“You, a Princess of wealth, title and lands I can not make a match! No one will have MY daughter!?” He said this as if it were unheard of, and truly it was unheard of. “I made many mistakes and I see now I must fix not only those mistakes but fix whatever it is within you that is, so broken!” his words made her pale, her courage near faltering but her callous tongue did not stop when it should have.
“I do not NEED a husband..” She started in, and again she was interrupted once more.
“You NEED a spanking!” He countered, his eyes narrowing, “You will have a husband, as by law and by my right as your father AND the King, the next man to ask for your hand, is yours until death will you part!” He jabbed a finger at her heart, “And maybe you will learn to care for others more so than just yourself!” Gathering his cloak about him, he turned on heel and walked briskly, angrily away. He needed some time and space before he did turn her over his knee.
“Daddy!?” Her blue eyes frightened by his words, for she knew very well he meant them. No answer came, no stall in his stride and no words from his lips. She sat down, hard, into her throne. Stunned speechless by what was just said; for she knew her father well enough to know he meant it. A sheep herder could show up and she would be his wife!
“Oh god, what have I done?” she fairly trembled; surely he could be made to see the error of such words? He could not have meant them?
He did.
It was those very words, over heard by a squire that went running to his Master. It was then the same man who Celesta had mocked and snubbed openly, returned, in disguise as a filthy smelly peasant. And the same man who then called upon on his King but an hour later, seeking not for the hand of the princess but a suitable wife to help tend his (newly acquired) farm that was given a surprise, a ‘reward’ as the king called it! His darling daughter, Princess Celesta. Who both parties argued she was unfit to be the wife of a farmer as she had no knowledge of anything other than dressing, to the man’s snide remarks and dismay. Again, the king merely bellowed it was to be so, and to say no more!
Her father allowed her to take two dresses with her and only the poorest of her jewelry, a ring, neck piece and ear bobs. Comb, brush and a few little things, but no treasure trove of dowry was given to her. “Upon your first born son I will give you back your lands, title, monies and Dowry, Celesta. This way I assure that you learn the value of others, and perhaps of love.”
Well she said nothing as she was too busy sobbing, and the “farmer” silently enjoying this charade and Celesta’s misery, merely nodding and thanked his King. A brief ceremony was performed, their names scrawled across the paper and at dusk, sent on their way to this.. farm. No celebration as many were in tears, save the one man who was already plotting how to teach Miss Princess a lesson.
“You might want flat shoes, it is a couple of miles to home.” Was all he said as he passed her on his way out. His horse stood waiting devoid of saddle, carrying supplies and one dower looking squire stood holding the reins. He would have his revenge on this “Princess”, for her public ridicule of him and for turning him down in the manner in which she had done it. All was arranged and the hovel, purchased indefinitely or until he grew bored with his game. He sent his squire away, but to be close at hand should he be needed. A poor farmer had no such trappings as saddles, squires and such wealth.
A bit mean? Perhaps. A much needed lesson for the plump little beauty? Oh yes.
The male role in this tale has to have a dominate streak to carry out the story and able to withstand a spoiled princess who just might whine too damned much -grins- It is intended to be a story with plot, not a porn movie with four spoke lines and a lot of bad music and sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, cum shot, sex .. I know, ruining the fun! I write this here because I like SRP! So, any takers?
STORY:
Ah, little Lady Celesta Amelia Bouchard was the apple of her daddy’s, the King, eye. The baby, the only daughter and the last he and his dear wife, Anna had birthed before the Queen’s untimely death. As you can imagine she was spoiled, well cared for, educated and, was spoiled mentioned? Severely so, I’m afraid.
- Softly Sighs –
Celesta wanted for nothing and because of her being the last, the baby and only daughter, she was given her heart’s desires and is rather.. opinionated as … Well, stubborn AND opinionated are enough said. She had reached her eighteenth birthday, shunning all suitors as Celesta knew very well what would happen to her upon her marriage! She would lose more than just her chastity, she’d lose her freedom! And then nineteen came and went, and so did the tongues that began to wag. It was at this point her father got the ‘brilliant’ idea to hold functions his dearly departed Queen would have seen to, to introduce their daughter to society, to the titled gentry of the land and to draw in the suitors befitting a princess…
And not-so-little Celesta began to plot and trick, by coy words, feigned illness, boredom, fright, and whatever means she could concoct to avoid that death sentence called matrimony! It was then, her hand maidens and myself thought to explain to Celesta that marriage is not a bad thing, and how relationships between man and woman procreate off spring and babes are born… Well it didn't have any positive effects on the situation, sadly it only made her more determined to undermined her father’s wishes she wed.. And so sets the foundation of this.... interesting tale.
She turned away Sir Charles, as he was too portly and splotchy, according to Lady Celesta. Her father flushed with embarrassment at this proclamation before the court in a rather snotty loud tone his beautiful daughter made sure many did hear. How could an angel outside be so rotten within? His only thought but he saw it as his short coming and surely, as many women do, she would long for child and home of her own?
-snort-
She turned down the Duke of Archron, as it was rumored he drank more than he ate, each night. Handsome, young and wealthy! Their children would be beautiful, the king was sure of it! And yet, Celesta had other notions for a husband. It did not stop her from toying with the man, leading him on and flirting with him for a fortnight straight before she turned him down with a laugh and a sighed remark, “Oh my dear, dear Sir.. They do not call me Brandy, I am afraid..” A wicked glint in her eye as she left him to the dance floor and gossipers.
She turned down a prince, heard it tell that the prince preferred boys to girls anyway, but the prince was not rich by half as her father. So no sons would come of it and no parties would be thrown in that castle. He spoke funny, ate oddly and smelled of something too feminine to be attractive. The King sent away the gossiping handmaidens at this point, we were exiled to chambers above and ordered NOT to tell the princess any more ‘rubbish’!
And so it went on, too short, too tall, too fat, too skinny. One was bald and the other was rumored to be too large.. you know? Down there. One smoked pipe way too often, he was rank of it, and another snored so loudly, that the wenches swore the bed fairly vibrated with it! The King had run out of men of title! Sirs, knights, None would have her as word spread far and wide just what kind of monster princess lived within these high towered walls. Beautiful, a bit rounded but not overly so, with honey colored hair and sapphire blue eyes, and a smile so sweet.. If only she kept her mouth shut! Womanly curves and the tongue of a venomous viper, and none wanted her.
“You will marry, someone! Celesta, why must you be so, so picky!?” Her Father had that red glow to his face, his jowls shook with his suppressed anger as he tried as best he could to not lose his temper. “Not a man in or out of any of the fifteen countries, not ONE!” His voice echoed off the high vaulted ceilings and cherubs decorating the tops of many pillars.
“One will come –“ She tried to pacify her father, con him with her baby face and thick fluttering lashes, her wholesome sweet smile she turned on him, was dazzling! Why would she not use it on any of the worthy men who came along? Surely she knew how to manipulate… And then it clicked in his head! She WAS manipulating a man! HIM!
“ENOUGH!” His rage over blown, he bellowed loud enough to scare any within the caste and gardens outside. “YOU, WILL MARRY ..”
“Father!” She stood up, her nose into the air as she shrieked at him in a hissy, “You can not..”
“I CAN!” He roared like the mighty lion of their family crest, his stance changing as he came to her and stood over her, towering like the fury of ten storms over her head.
It had escaped their notice that there were the eaves droppers about listening, and frankly, the poor King, though he loved her deeply, had enough and cared not whom heard his next words.
“YOU shun the fine men of my kingdom, and the kingdoms beyond! You turn down Princes, dukes, earls and now? Now no man, not even a Baker! Would have you!” He fumed with his anger and perhaps she had pushed him too far or perhaps he had been too soft not to simply choose for her? It mattered not now, hind sight and all later…
“You, a Princess of wealth, title and lands I can not make a match! No one will have MY daughter!?” He said this as if it were unheard of, and truly it was unheard of. “I made many mistakes and I see now I must fix not only those mistakes but fix whatever it is within you that is, so broken!” his words made her pale, her courage near faltering but her callous tongue did not stop when it should have.
“I do not NEED a husband..” She started in, and again she was interrupted once more.
“You NEED a spanking!” He countered, his eyes narrowing, “You will have a husband, as by law and by my right as your father AND the King, the next man to ask for your hand, is yours until death will you part!” He jabbed a finger at her heart, “And maybe you will learn to care for others more so than just yourself!” Gathering his cloak about him, he turned on heel and walked briskly, angrily away. He needed some time and space before he did turn her over his knee.
“Daddy!?” Her blue eyes frightened by his words, for she knew very well he meant them. No answer came, no stall in his stride and no words from his lips. She sat down, hard, into her throne. Stunned speechless by what was just said; for she knew her father well enough to know he meant it. A sheep herder could show up and she would be his wife!
“Oh god, what have I done?” she fairly trembled; surely he could be made to see the error of such words? He could not have meant them?
He did.
It was those very words, over heard by a squire that went running to his Master. It was then the same man who Celesta had mocked and snubbed openly, returned, in disguise as a filthy smelly peasant. And the same man who then called upon on his King but an hour later, seeking not for the hand of the princess but a suitable wife to help tend his (newly acquired) farm that was given a surprise, a ‘reward’ as the king called it! His darling daughter, Princess Celesta. Who both parties argued she was unfit to be the wife of a farmer as she had no knowledge of anything other than dressing, to the man’s snide remarks and dismay. Again, the king merely bellowed it was to be so, and to say no more!
Her father allowed her to take two dresses with her and only the poorest of her jewelry, a ring, neck piece and ear bobs. Comb, brush and a few little things, but no treasure trove of dowry was given to her. “Upon your first born son I will give you back your lands, title, monies and Dowry, Celesta. This way I assure that you learn the value of others, and perhaps of love.”
Well she said nothing as she was too busy sobbing, and the “farmer” silently enjoying this charade and Celesta’s misery, merely nodding and thanked his King. A brief ceremony was performed, their names scrawled across the paper and at dusk, sent on their way to this.. farm. No celebration as many were in tears, save the one man who was already plotting how to teach Miss Princess a lesson.
“You might want flat shoes, it is a couple of miles to home.” Was all he said as he passed her on his way out. His horse stood waiting devoid of saddle, carrying supplies and one dower looking squire stood holding the reins. He would have his revenge on this “Princess”, for her public ridicule of him and for turning him down in the manner in which she had done it. All was arranged and the hovel, purchased indefinitely or until he grew bored with his game. He sent his squire away, but to be close at hand should he be needed. A poor farmer had no such trappings as saddles, squires and such wealth.
A bit mean? Perhaps. A much needed lesson for the plump little beauty? Oh yes.
