0 comments/ 75936 views/ 10 favorites Lady Gwendolyn's Punishment By: exoticat Lady Gwendolyn gently closed the heavy door to the King's chamber, stifling a yawn. It had been a very long night. The King had been insatiable. She hardly got any sleep. Normally it wouldn't have bothered her, but the King had drunk far too much last night and although he had plenty of energy, there was very little wind in his mighty sail. She was frustrated and exhausted. She turned the corner heading toward her room where her nice, warm bed waited and to her surprise she saw light spilling from Edward's chamber. She crept silently to the room and peered through the crack in the door. What she saw should have shocked her but for some reason only peaked her curiosity. The Crown Prince, Edward, was sitting at the foot of his bed with his robe open and his cock in his hand. He was yanking it hard and fast, his breathing labored. She was mesmerized. He looked beautiful. She always thought he was handsome but with his long bronze hair flowing over him and his head thrown back as he reveled in the ecstasy of his touch, he looked stunning. She watched as his finely sculpted muscles contracted while he gripped his large organ tightly in his hand. She knew it was wrong to watch him but she couldn't take her eyes from him. He was moaning quietly, intent on the pleasure he brought himself. She caressed her tongue slowly, sensually across her crimson lips. A familiar weight began to build in the lower half of her body. She was so frustrated and aching from her less than pleasurable night that she couldn't help but touch herself over her shift. Even through the silk of her gown she could feel the wetness of her slit. She rubbed it slowly, savoring the feel of the silk over her swelling folds. She fondled her rather well endowed breast with her other hand, rolling her rock hard nipple between her fingers. She stifled a moan as she watched him come closer to spilling his seed. She could tell he was close. His breath had picked up and his moans grew more intense. She fingered herself through the silk, sliding the ample fabric into her hole as she slipped her finger inside. She was close and hoped to bring herself before he did. She closed her eyes briefly as she slid another finger inside. She opened her eyes just in time to see her him arch his back spilling his seed in strong pulsing arch. He cried out as he came causing her orgasm to crash into her. An involuntary moan tore from her lips. Edward looked up. Their eyes met and she knew at once that he had seen her. I didn't think the door was open wide enough to be seen, she said slightly panicked. She watched as anger flooded his beautiful green eyes. "Gwendolyn, come in and close the door please." He said in a trembling voice. The anger boiled off him in a wave yet he managed to keep his tone even and low. She did as she was told opening the door just enough to squeeze in and closed it tightly behind her. She said nothing as his eyes traveled angrily over her, pausing a moment at the wetness on the front of her gown. He filed that piece of information for later, concentrating on the immediate problem. "Come here, Gwen." He waited silently while she walked to the bed and stood directly in front of him. Her long blond hair was hanging loose over her angelic face, her blue eyes turned down slightly in embarrassment. He noticed how her full round breasts heaved in excitement after what she saw and no doubt did. He couldn't believe she was spying on him. "How dare you invade my privacy? Is this how you repay my mother, the Queen's kindness, by spying on her only son in his most intimate moments. She found you as a babe, abandoned, brought you in and raised you as one of her own, and this is how you honor her memory? She would roll over in her grave if she could see your behavior this morning. What do you have to say for yourself, Gwendolyn?" She didn't need to be reminded of how she came to live here, by him of all people, because his sisters never let her forget it. Only Edward and his father, the king, ever treated like she belonged, but she didn't think that now would be a good time to point that out. "I, um, your door was ajar and I am so sorry, Edward. I saw you and couldn't help myself. It was wrong of me, my lord." She lowered her eyes submissively in attempts to lessen his anger. "Yes it was wrong, very wrong, and you must be punished. I fear that you have become spoiled living here. I blame it on father and the way he dotes on you." He paused to gather his thoughts. "You must learn to give me the respect that I am due, Gwen. It will not be long before I am your king and you will have to learn your place. Now how should I punish you?" "Please, Edward. I said I was sorry." She kept her eyes down but Edward noticed that her kissable pouting lips trembled slightly as if she were about to cry. Oh how I would love to have those beautiful lips wrapped tightly around my cock. – He thought then shook his head slightly to bring him back to the task at hand. "And I believe that you are but that is not going to save you from my punishment." "But..." "No, Gwen. It is past time you learned a lesson." He paused remembering the wet spot on her shift. "Well what do we have here?" He said bringing his hand up to touch the darkened area on her gown. He brought the area up to his face inhaling the musky sweetness of her lust deep into his lung. He groin pulsed in excitement. "I see you enjoyed my performance." "Edward, I..." She started. "Silence!" He said cutting her off. He lifted her shift and touched her sex. She flinched at the invasion, but did not move. She was in enough trouble already. He kept his eyes locked on her while he began to massage her wet cunt. Her clit was still swollen and wanting for another release. She moaned when he lightly pinched her little nub. "Now what shall I do to punish you. Let me think a moment." He spoke as if he was not at this very moment gliding his finger into her dripping wet pussy. He fucked his finger in and out of her hole several times before withdrawing his attentions bringing his finger up to his nose to inhale her sweet perfume. "Mmmm, very nice." He said before retuning it to her cunt, adding another finger to fuck her deep. She was going insane with pleasure. She had completely forgotten about her impending punishment. Her mind was focused only on what he was doing to her. She was so close that she only barely heard him talking. "I have it!! There is a room in the bowels of the castle. It is where Master Gurney used to punish our prisoners and anyone else father felt deserved it. I want you to meet me there in 4 hours, when father gathers his advisors for court. Do not be late. Wear only a shift, nothing else, and do not tell anyone of your destination. I want no one to see you. Do you understand, Gwen?" She barely understood anything right now with his hand pumping her cunt. She was so close. So close. Yes, right there. Oh god!! – she thought. "Gwenie? Do you understand me?" "Yes! Yessss! Oh god yesssss!" She screamed as another orgasm ripped through her. Her knees buckled and had it not been for him supporting her she would have fallen. He waited a moment before withdrawing his hand from her mound. "Did you hear anything I said, Gwendolyn?" He tried to be stern but you could hear the desire in his voice and the pleasure he got from bringing her. She tried twice but finally managed to say, "Yes." "Yes, what Gwen?" "Yes, Edward, I understand you. I will be in the punishment room in precisely four hours dressed much like I am now. No one will see me and I will speak to no one. I have heard you, my lord." She sounded tired but thoroughly sated. "Good. Good. Now Gwen. There is something else you must know. I was appointed the unofficial punisher for father after Gurney died since I showed such an interest when he was 'entertaining' guests of fathers choosing. I will not hurt you but know that I will be thorough. Do you understand?" He paused hoping to scare her with this knowledge and then as if remembering added, "And Gwendolyn, you will address me as your highness or master, for I will treat you as a servant until such time as I feel you have served out your punishment. Do you understand me, Gwen?" "Yes, Edward." She said showing none of the panic she was feeling. "What did you call me, servant?" He said sternly. "I am sorry, your highness." She said proudly. "Curtsey when you address me, wench." "Yes, my lord." She curtsied low, holding the position. "That's better, Gwenie. Now off to bed and do not be late." "Yes sir." She said as she got up and left the room. She was so tired and need the sleep she was about to get. She had no idea what she was in for but doubted it would be at all pleasant. *** After she left, Edward pleasured himself once more relishing the scent that Gwen left on his fingers. This is going to be fun. It has been a long time since I have had the pleasure of punishing someone and for it to be Gwen! I have had my prayers answered. If she only knew I was pleasuring myself to the fantasy of her every night. – he thought laughing gaily. "Well I must get started. I have much to get prepared." He said quietly getting up from the bed wiping himself on the sheets that the servants would soon be in to launder. "Phillip!" He called. And within moments a tall, thin man came into the room. He had been the prince's servant for years. They had practically grown up together. They were the best of friends and Edward trusted this man with his life as well as his secrets. "Highness?" He said bowing at the waist. "Morning Phillip. I need you do me a special favor. No one can know about this." "Of course, my lord. How can I be of service?" "I need you to set up the punishment room for me, but not like you usually do. Bring in a cot or small bed if you can find it and dress it with fresh linens, warm blanket and quality pillows. I need a dressing table, basin, and wash things, including a straight blade and hairbrush. Also, bring a goodly amount of candles. Yes, I think that should do it. If I think of anything else, I will alert you to it. And Phillip, don't let the servants catch you." "Right away, my lord. But, sire, may I ask who our special guest is?" He asked respectively hoping he had not over stretched his bounds. "In due time, Phillip, in due time." The smile on the prince's face was wicked as he ushered his man out. "Oh, Phillip, I thought of a couple more things. I will need some scented oils and some silk ribbons. That should be all for now, my friend. Be swift. This needs to be set up in under 4 hours." "Yes, my lord. You can count on me." He said as he bowed out of the room. *** Gwen asked her handmaiden to awaken her in three hours and not a minute longer and then fell into a deep, deep sleep. She woke to a gentle shaking and someone calling her name. Sondra, her handmaiden, was gently shaking her and calling out to her. Stretching she opened her eyes and smiled at the young woman. "Sorry to wake you my lady but it has been three hours as you requested. How can I help you on this beautiful day?" "Today, I think all I request is that you enjoy your day. Go and visit your sister in town. It has been a long time since you have seen your niece. I will fend for myself. I feel like going riding. I need some time to think. Ok?" Gwen smiled at the young woman. It had been some time since she gave the girl somewhat of a breather. "Are you sure you don't need me, my lady?" "No, no. Go on. You deserve a bit of a holiday. Stay a couple of days if you'd like, no make that a week. I will ask Mary to assist me if I need help." "Thank you, my lady. I cannot tell you what a gift you have given me." The girl was so happy. Gwen was overwhelmed by Sondra's emotion. She hugged her and gave her a light kiss on the check. "Now go on and pack. I will have the stable master ride you into town." She said gaily. "No need, my lady. I will ride in with the baker when she leaves for supplies." "As you wish. Give my best to Matilda and the little one." Sondra curtsied one last time before closing the door. A feeling of foreboding settled in the Gwen's chest as the door closed. What would Edward do to her? He had known her all her life and treated her like a sister, until this morning that is. Would he really hurt her? Did he have that right? She dare not even ask the King for fear of what the repercussions might be. Resigning herself to her fate she washed and braided her hair. She changed her shift choosing one of her favorites. It was robin egg blue and brought out the color of her eyes. She then reached for her under-things but closed the drawer remembering his instructions. She looked in the mirror and was pleased with her reflection. She smoothed her hands down the gown and headed for the door. She would have no trouble getting to the dungeon steps undetected since she had long mastered the skill of traversing the castle undetected. It took her longer than she anticipated but she eventually reached the door leading to the guards' rooms. Master Gurney's punishment room was at the far end of this corridor. She had only met Master Gurney once before he died but knew where his room was by reputation alone. Officially, the room and the dungeons were no longer used but she new better and apparently Edward was the punisher now. She arrived about ten minutes late and Phillip was guarding the room when she reached it. He looked worried. "Oh, my lady, you're very late. My lord will not be happy by this. I am sorry it is to you that will be punished. I will not ask what it is that you did for it is not allowed, but know that I will keep your punishment a secret." His sincerity was genuine. She had always liked Phillip and this wouldn't change her opinion of him. "You must hurry in, Gwen. He is already very angry about your tardiness. Whatever you do, do not try to make excuses. Just take the punishment and try not to anger him further, please." "Thank you, Phillip." She kissed him lightly on the cheek, squeezing his arm as he opened the door for her. "YOU'RE LATE!" He bellowed just as Phillip closed the thick heavy door behind her. "I'm sorry, my lord." She said as she fell to her knees. "Silence! You will speak only when I request it of you. Now get up." He grabbed her by the hair pulling her up by her braid, causing her to cry out. "The more you cry out the worse you punishment will be. Now take off your gown. I wish to start this immediately." "But, Edward..." She protested. "Did I tell you could speak, slave?" He said as he backhanded her throwing her to the floor. "Get up! Maybe next time you will hold your tongue." She got up with tears in her eyes and a small amount of blood pooling in the corner of her mouth. She stayed quiet and averted her eyes to the floor. "That's better. Now go over to that wall an pick out what I will use for your punishment." Reluctantly she walked over to the wall and looked over the instruments. There were paddles of all shapes and sizes; some had fur lining one side, some small needle-like spikes. She also noticed what looked like riding crops and various sizes of whips. There were even leather straps like a smith might have for sharpening a knife. She picked the least offensive looking of them all. It was a wide leather paddle with a strong handle. She reluctantly brought it to Edward. "Good, good. This is one of my favorites. I will give you 25 sound smacks to start. For every noise you make I will add 5 to the total. Keep that in mind. Now give me that paddle and bend over my knee." He was getting hard before he even started. This was not a good sign of his resolve. She wasted no time bending over his knee, her ass high in the air and her breasts resting against his thigh. She was trembling in fear. He did not start the punishment immediately but first ran his palm over her ass cupping each cheek giving it a light squeeze. Then without warning he brought the paddle down on her tender flesh hard. The pain was immediate but she did not cry out. Again he raised the paddle and brought it down hard against her awaiting ass. She jumped but again did not cry out. God how he loved this, her ass vibrating when the leather hit her flesh and the feel of her breasts bouncing lightly against his thigh was erotic. He was going to enjoy this. He brought the paddle down 5 more time in quick succession in hopes to bring a cry from her, but it didn't. He put down the paddle and felt her red hot flesh. "Yes. Very nice. You are doing well Gwenie. Do you want me to stop?" "It is not for me to say, master." She said as tears slipped down her cheeks. "Good answer. For that you get a little reward." He rubbed her ass gently then reached down into her crevice fingering her wet hole. She moaned. He fingered her cunt pumping two then three fingers into her until she was close to cumming then withdrew. "That's enough, for now." He picked up the paddle and brought it down mercilessly on her ass several times hard. So hard that she did indeed cry out for mercy. "Please highness. I beg of you to stop. I cannot take the pain." "You can and you will. And for you disobedience I will add 20 more." He said and brought the paddle down. She began to wail as he continued the abuse on her ass. She lost count exactly how many times he hit her but she was certain he had far exceeded his earlier promise. The pain was unbelievable. She was certain that he would never stop, but eventually he did. "You have done well for your first lesson. Your punishment is over for now. I will be back later to continue. For now, you will service me like the good wench you are and then you may rest. Phillip will bring you something to eat. But first get on your knees." "As you wish Master." She wiped the tears from her face and did as she was told. She rested her ass on her heals wincing from the pain, but she dared not get up. He pulled his hard cock from his codpiece and guided her to his erection. "Suck my cock." She had done this many times to the King and knew just what to do. She drew his member into her mouth running her tongue along the full head. Then sucked him deep into her throat. She bobbed up and down on his cock getting more excited by the minute. Her tongue massaged his thick rod with every plunge into her gullet. "Yes, Gwenie. Just like that. Suck my cock. Yes, yes. Do you want me to cum in your mouth, baby?" Gwen wanted more than anything to drink Edwards cum down her throat. "Yes Edward. Shoot your seed down my throat. Then fuck me. Fuck my red hot ass." She went back to servicing Edward. He was so close. He was going to blow soon. The tormenting of her ass was almost too much for him to withstand. He grabbed her by the hair and fucked his cock into her mouth. "Oh yeah, fuck. Suck me. Uh-huh. Yes! God yesssss. Gwenie my love! Ugh!" He shot his seed deep down her throat. She sucked it down, licking every last drop from the tip. "Oh Gwenie, that was so good. I am so sorry I had to punish you. Let me make it up to you baby. Come her and let me taste you. Let me eat your pussy." "Yes, I'd like that, but don't be sorry. I deserve to be punished and even though it hurt, it made me so wet, wet for you." She laid down and spread her legs wide wincing as her sore backside rubbed against the sheets. "God you're beautiful, little one. You have no idea how long I have wanted this." He wasted no time in diving into her very wet pussy. He drove his tongue deep into her ravishing her clit. He was hungry for her and it showed. He dipped two fingers into her cunt and pumped them hard into her causing her to cry out. He removed them not wanted her to cum to quickly and placed one of his dripping finger at little puckered hole. Lady Gwendolyn's Punishment Her ass was so sweet he had to sample it. He pushed gently on her anus slipping inside slowly. The pressure was exquisite. He paused allowing her to adjust to him. Her muscles pulsed gently on his finger pulling him in further. Soon he was in to his knuckles. "Oh god, master, fuck my ass with your finger. Get me ready for your cock, Edward." He needed no encouragement. He pulled gently out then reinserting his finger getting her used to the sensation. She rocked her hips into his palm, driving his finger deep within her nasty hole. She pumped her ass on his finger, fucking herself hard. He inserted his thumb into her pussy, now finger fucking both holes. It drove her wild, bucking violently on his hand. "Fuck! I'm cumming, Edward, I'm cummmmming. Oh god! OOOOhhhhhh, Edwarddd. Yesss! Yesssss!" Her orgasm slammed into her driving the breath from her lungs. She bucked wildly her muscles clenching on his fingers. It was the most intense orgasm she had ever had. She lay there trying to catch her breath as Edward continued to pump his fingers in and out of her slowly. "Oh, god, Edward. That was amazing!" She said panting. "Don't judge too quickly, love. I am not done yet. Let me show you what amazing feels like." He said removing his fingers and slowing inserting his large cock into her tight wet pussy. "Harder, Edward. Harder." She moaned in a fevered pitch. "Easy, love, I don't wish to hurt you." He continued his pace at her displeasure. "You wont hurt me. I assure you." She gyrated her hips, basing him into her. His breath slammed out of his chest as his cock knocked against her womb. He paused to catch his breath and gain control over his excitement. "Gods! Gwen! I could have hurt you. Where did you learn to do that?" "The King." That was all she said. Just, the King. What? Did she mean, Father? Surely not. – he said to himself, then repeated it aloud as if in shock. "Yes, Edward, your Father the king. He has been taking me to his bed almost nightly since just after my 13th birthday. I love him dearly, Edward, just as I love you. I suspect it is the reason that he has never married me off. I asked him once why he never remarried after your mother died and he told me that he needn't, since I was the only one he wanted." "Well from now on I will be the only one to bed you. Do you understand me, Gwen?" He withdrew his cock then slammed it back in just at the moment he asked if she understood. She moaned loudly arching her back in response. "Mmmmm." It was the only sound she made. He slammed his cock into her cunt roughly several more times before stopping again. "Answer me, Gwenie. Do you understand that you belong to me and I will not share you with him?" "Yes, Edward. I understand but how will you keep father from taking me to his bed? He is the King." "You let me worry about that. I am your master now, wench." He said that last part with a wicked grin. "Yes, master. Now fuck me Edward. Fuck your slave hard. Shoot your seed deep within me." "Yes sweet one, yes, but not in your cunt. I want your ass. I want to fuck your ass hard." He withdrew his cock from her pussy and pressed it into her ass slowly. The pressure was almost too much. She was so tight and hot like an oven and her cheeks were so red hot it was mind blowing. He grunted when his balls slapped against her ass. "Ooooh master, fuck my ass good. Fill me up with your large cock. Make me cum. Fuck me hard Edward. Mmmmm!" She rubbed her clit as he slammed hard and fast into her tight ass. He was buggering Gwen. Gwen. She was like a sister to him. It was too much for him. He was cumming and cumming hard. "Ooooh, Gwenie. I'm cummimmmingg! I'm cummming! Uuuughhh!" He screamed as he drove himself into her harder and faster, his balls slapping against her sore red ass. "Yes, Edward. Give it to me hard, fill my ass. Yesssss. Oh god, Edward, I am cu...Edddwarddd!" Her world exploded as the muscles in her ass and cunt began to contract at once. She felt his cock pulsing in time to her contractions filling her with rope after rope of cum. His seed filled her making her rectum feel full. They both lay there very still catching their breath. "That was truly amazing, Gwen. I have never felt anything like it." He panted. "Nor I. You are far superior than I could have ever imagined. You surpass even your father." He took that as the compliment it was. Hugging her close and placing the softest of kisses on her forehead just as his softened member plopped out of her ass. They both laughed at the sensation. "You realize love that your punishment is not over simply because I have taken you for mine. If anything it has made it more important that you be thoroughly punished. You must learn to respect me, if I am to be your lover, your master, your King." He brushed her hair away from her face gently with his hand, kissing her. "But Edward, I do respect you in all ways. I always have. There is no need to abuse me. Please Edward. You already know I would do anything for you. I have promised not to sleep with the King any longer. Please." She pleaded, tears slipping quietly down her face. "Hush, baby girl, hush. Don't cry, Gwenie. I know, my love, I know, but it must be done. This must happen. You have to see that it will hurt me more than you, but I have promised to punish you for your invasion of my privacy and I cannot relent. You will learn to take pleasure from the pain I show you. You'll see." He paused to kiss the fallen tears from her eyes. "You will be down here under my careful hand for five days after which point I will make it known to father that I will take you for my wife and he must step down as king. We will rule this land together, dearest. This is something that you need to go through to be a better Queen. Will you endure this punishment from me, Gwen, for us?" He said gently. "For you Edward I would endure the fires of hell, but please, I beg of you, one last time, not to do this." "My love, do not promise what you cannot hope to keep. You will beg me to stop many times before this week is up, but know I will love you more for your strength. Now I must leave you. Phillip will tend to your needs, but be warned, if you attempt to escape or manage to get Phillip to release you, you will both be punished severely. Do you understand, love?" "Yes, my lord." She said in almost a whisper as he got up from the bed and began to dress. "Prepare for my return, love. I expect you to be washed, your hair brushed and left loose, and your mound to be shaved clean of hair. I will be back for you tonight after supper. Until then." He bent down suckling one of her nipples into his mouth, pulling a moan from her. "Edward, wait. What will you tell your father when I am not seen at dinner? He expects that I join him after all have gone to sleep." "Simply, my dove. At my request, you have gone to stay with my sister, Jocelyn, for the week to help her with the twins and that I sent you without delay this morning after breakfast. He will not question my judgment. Now I have to go. I have spent far too long down here already. Get some rest." He knocked twice and Phillip unlocked the door. "My lord?" He asked blandly. Clearly he was not happy with what went on in here. "Bring Gwen some lunch and then help her bathe. She will need to have some of that oil I had you bring massaged into the tender flesh of her buttocks. I will be back after I have dinner with father and I expect her clean-shaven and bathed. I trust you are up to the task." He said knowingly. "Yes, my lord. She is in good hands." He said with a slight bow. "Good, good. I will bring her dinner. After I arrive you may lock us in for the night and leave, however you must arrive at daybreak to allow me time to prepare for my meeting with father's advisors." He paused before leaving, clapping Phillip soundly on the back. "Thank you, old friend." "My pleasure, majesty." He said to a closed door. Edward had already left. Turning to Gwendolyn he said, "Would you like me to bring you some food and wine my lady or do you wish to rest?" "For now Phillip, I would like to rest. Could you wake me in time to prepare for my master's return?" She said settling down on the pillows, closing her eyes. "Of course, my lady. Please knock if you need anything. I will be just on the other side of this door." He turned to leave but Gwen called him back. "Phillip, how much of what went on in here were you able to hear through the door? Please be honest." The look on her face pulled at his heart, but she had asked for the truth. "All of it, my lady. I am sorry. Sounds travel very well down here." "Thank you Phillip, you may leave." He closed the door to the sound of her weeping. He didn't blame her really. Edward was quite harsh, but at the same time a very fair master. He would not put her through this unless he believed it to be necessary, but still he felt her pain. Literally. More than once Phillip had been the recipient of the prince's highly skilled punishments. Master Gurney had taught him well, indeed. She cried for nearly a half an hour but eventually the sound of her weeping stopped, replaced by what sounded like delicate snoring. Poor dear, Phillip thought to himself, she must be exhausted. *** At dusk, Edward went down for dinner with his father the King. He wore a beautiful red tunic embroidered in gold with the family crest in the center. His leggins were a deep gold to match. He always wore his hair loose but today it was tied in a tight braid that hung down to the middle of his back. He was a vision. King George was already seated at the head of the table in a large throne-like chair. He too wore a red tunic however it was more of a deep blood red with tiny sapphires sown throughout. It glittered like the night sky. "Edward." "Father." Edward said inclining his head ever so slightly. Edward felt a slight pang of jealously bordering on anger, which he did not hint at of course. "Have you seen our Gwenie tonight? It isn't like her to be late for dinner. I had the cook make her favorite to celebrate her birthday. She is 18 today." "Heavens, father. I completely forgot about her birthday. She didn't mention it to me this morning." What a dolt! How could I have forgotten? My anger has gotten the best of me. I shall do something extra special for her tonight after her punishment. – He thought to himself. "I sent her to Jocelyn's this morning, father. Jocelyn requested her assistance with the twins so I sent her for the week. She will be back on Tuesday." He said as if it meant nothing that she was gone but he knew what this would mean to his father. "YOU DID WHAT?!? How dare you?" King George stood from his chair pushing it two feet back with one gesture. His hands gripped the table until his knuckles turned white. "I'm sorry father. I didn't think you would mind. Jocelyn's wet nurse fell sick and the nannies were dismissed, well imprisoned actually, for grave misconduct. Jocelyn needed the help father, especially with Aiden away at war. She is alone father." He pleaded calmly, but inside he was very amused with how this was playing out. He has always been an accomplished liar. "That fool Prince of hers is always going to war for one reason or another. It is surprising that he was home long enough to get her with child. But still that does not excuse you sending her away without my permission. What were you thinking, son?" George's anger seeped away with his son's reasoning, replaced by loss. He had not slept alone in five years. She's the love of his life. "I apologize father. I didn't think it would affect you so. I also did not remember her birthday. I would not have sent her had I known." His father sat down taking a large drink from the golden goblet before him. "You were right to do as you did, son. I over reacted. I have been trying to give you more of the responsibilities of this kingdom. It will not be long before you are king and you must be ready." He said with a heavy heart. He had planned to pass the crown down to his son once Edward took a bride. "Have you anyone in mind to take as your bride, son. You are not getting any younger. You will be 29 in the spring." His father inquired, changing the subject. "I have someone in mind father and I think you will like my choice, but I would like to keep it quiet for a bit longer until she has proven herself worthy." He said with a genuine smile. His loins tightened with the thought of his Gwenie readying herself for him at this very moment. "I eagerly await your choice, son. Do not keep me in suspense too long. I am an old man." He said with a deep chuckle. "Fear not father you will have my decision by end of week. I will wish to marry within the month, if possible." He had not given the wedding much thought. He will have to speak to Gwen tonight. That shall be her surprise. I will take her measurements and wishes for her gown. She will be delighted. I think I shall also bring her a present, jewels, yes and some flowers. I will send the one of the maidens out immediately. – He decided. "Splendid, Splendid. A toast then, to you Edward, my son and your impending marriage. May her loins be wet and her breasts firm. May she keep you keep you warm in the winter and give you sons in the fall." Both the king and Edward laughed heartily at the crass toast. "Oh she shall father, she shall. My loins fill just thinking about her." "I shall not keep you long then. Let us eat so that you may visit your maiden and quench your longing." They both laughed again and commenced the enjoyment of the feast. Edward would make sure a small feast such as this would be prepared for Gwen for her birthday. He could not wait to see her. *** Phillip knocked softly before opening the door. The Gwen was still asleep, covered only partially. She was still naked and her leg was hanging off the bed, uncovered as well as one of her ample breasts. Just the sight of her sleeping in this state made his cock harden. He had always longed for her but knew he could never have her because of his station in life. He would forever serve her but not service her. His heart ached as much as his cock. He couldn't wake her with his cock in this state so he sat on the chair by her bed, withdrew his hardened member and masturbated silently until he came. He had not cum this hard in some time. He attributed this to her naked beauty laid out before him. Wiping himself off with his shirt, he fastened his codpiece and lightly touched her breast in hopes not to wake her. His wish came true. He was able to caress and lightly squeeze her ample orbs before she even stirred. She was in a very deep sleep. He desperately wanted to touch her mound but did not want to risk it. Perhaps, his master would allow him to participate in her punishment as he always did with his guests. He tried to shake the visual since his cock was awakening again. "Lady Gwendolyn, wake up. You must bathe." He said quietly, shaking her gently by the shoulder. She groaned tossing the covers completely from her, exposing the bounty of her body to him. He dare not look. He didn't have the time to service himself again. The prince would be down within the hour and she must be ready. "My lady, please wake up. The prince will be here shortly. Gwendolyn." He said more urgently, shaking her firmly. Her eyes fluttered open and she looked about the room hazy eyed. "Oh Phillip, I'm sorry. I was dreaming of the King. He was holding court. He is so magnificent." She said, her voice heavy with sleep. "That he is my lady. Now we must get you bathed and ready for my lord, Edward's arrival. He will be very angry if you are not ready." He said helping her to sit up. "I have brought you some fresh hot water for your bath and I will give you a massage when we are through with your preparations. Your mound must be shaved smooth and your hair brushed. We have little time." "Yes of course." She gave herself over to his ministrations. *** Edward walked down the hall whistling, dinner tray in hand. The tray had an array of foods fresh from dinner including warm pear slices in a brandy sauce, Gwen's favorite, and a sweet late fall red wine, also her favorite. Under his arm he had a bouquet of fresh cut roses from the courtyard, courtesy of Ellen, one of his courtesans, and in the pocket of his robe was an emerald pendant, his gift to Gwen. He had bought the pendant earlier in the day, from a merchant visiting from Spain. The emerald was the size of a small plum and it was set in a rose colored gold. There were no diamonds surrounding it for it's beauty did not need any enhancements, much like his Gwenie. He came to his special room just as Phillip closed the door. "Is she ready to my specifications, Phillip?" He asked gaily. "Yes, m'lord, she is ready and looks stunning." He said with a slight bow. "Thank you, Phillip. I knew I could count on your assistance." He paused. "Would you please get the door? You may lock us in for the night as I do not see any reason to leave. You may then have the night to yourself, enjoy! Make sure you are back no later than sunrise, however. I have important matters to tend to in the morning." "Yes, highness, thank you, Edward." He said happily bowing respectfully. Tonight he would be bedding the lovely Mary. It has been a long time since he has had the pleasure of her company. He could already feel the weight of her ample breast in his hand. "Uh, Phillip, the door please. This tray is heavy." He said amused. He could tell his friend was already thinking of which lady he would bed. "So which will it be tonight?" "Sorry, Master. I was thinking Mary would be the lucky lady. She has such an amazing chest." He mused as he opened the door. "That she does. Have a good night, my friend." Edward said as he entered the room. "Thank you, my lord, you too." He said with a wink as he closed and locked the heavy door. Edward turned toward Gwendolyn as the door closed and Phillip turned the key in the heavy lock. The sound caused her to jump but she didn't look up. She sat at the edge of the bed, eyes turned down, hands clasped in her lap. She worn nothing but what she came into the world with. Her nipples were erect, tempting him to suckle them and beneath her hands he could see that her mound was bare as was the rest of her. She looked magnificent. "You are enchanting, my love." He said unable to take his eyes off her bare pussy. "Thank you, my lord. I am glad that I please you." She said timidly. "You have been a very naughty girl, Gwen. Father tells me that it is your birthday and you have failed to tell me." He said seductively. "I am sorry, my lord. With all that has happened today I'm afraid that I forgot. Please forgive me." She said with a slight tremble in her voice. "It is alright, dearest. I will only add 5 lashings to your punishment tonight. I am generous am I not, my love?" "Most kind, master. I deserve to be punished for my infraction." She said as a tear slipped down her cheek. "You have learned so quickly, my dear." He said proudly. "I have brought you roses from the courtyard and dinner, love, all of your favorites, even pears in brandy. Happy birthday, darling Gwen. I love you so very much!" He was so full of emotion he felt sure he would cry, but he did not. "Thank you, Edward." She said leaping from the bed, throwing her arms around his neck, breasts pressed up against his robe. "I love you!" She kissed him passionately, tongue caressing his full lips. He was the first to pull away. "There will be plenty of time for that tonight, my Gwen. Here sit down and eat your dinner before it cools. I have more surprises for you later after your punishment." He saw her jump at the mention of yet more punishment but she was far to excited to allow it to ruin her mood. Lady Gwendolyn's Punishment She ate ravenously at first, devouring the lamb with mint jelly. She had slowed down by the time she reached the quail and cranberries. "Easy, love, I don't want you to choke. Did Phillip not feed you this afternoon after I left?" I will punish him severely for disobeying me­ – he thought harshly. "No, no. Phillip offered but I was far too tired. I fell asleep and slept until just about an hour or so ago." She said as she munched on a piece of asparagus. "Good. I am glad you rested but you should have eaten." He said concerned. "You do look rested. Your color has improved." He said brushing a lock of hair from her face, smiling. She turned her cheek into his touch allowing his hand to caress her face. "God, I missed you today, Gwenie. I have been in love with you for so long and to be able to act upon my love is like a dream come true." "I am happy that I could make your dreams a reality. I love you deeply and it gladdens me to see you happy." I just wish you didn't have to punish me so, but I suppose I deserve it after invading your privacy. He is right though I will be better for it. – she thought resigned to her punishment. "Are you finished eating love? For I have brought your favorite desert and you haven't finished all of your wine." He wanted her to drink all of the wine he provided because it would make her far more receptive tonight. He couldn't wait to smack the paddle hard against her firm ass. It excited him more than words to see her flesh redden and to hear her whimpers as she surrendered to him. He wanted to train her to associate this small pain with her pleasure. "I couldn't eat another bite, love. You brought too much food. I will finish my wine though. Your father really bought a good lot this year. It is so nice and sweet." She sat back seemingly comfortable with her nakedness and finished her wine. "Tell me Edward, why did you become the Kings unofficial punisher? What do you enjoy about this?" She was stalling but he didn't mind. He didn't want to start tonight's activities while she was so full. She might get sick and they were locked in all night. Edward gave Phillip the only key. In hindsight he probably should have had the locksmith make another. "Well dearest, I was about 18 when I wondered down here one late winter afternoon and Master Gurney was hard at work with a man caught stealing from one of father's coffers. Father really didn't want the man hanged since he was poor and stealing only enough to get his family through the winter so he sentenced him to two weeks at the mercy of Master Gurney. Now Gurney was so skilled that not one single person had ever died in his forty years of service to father. Anyway, I came down here during a change of guard so there was no one watching Gurney's room as they would normally. "I sneaked in at a time when Gurney was hard at work tanning the farmers hide so he didn't see me hide in the corner. What I saw was sensational. The skill he displayed kept me spellbound for hours. He did eventually find me some three or four hours later when I became so aroused that I pleasured myself to orgasm and moaned rather loudly. Well let me tell you that he was furious. He gave me the spanking of a lifetime, which was quite embarrassing considering my age but then he did something curious. He asked if I wanted to assist in the punishment of this unfortunate man and of course I did. "For almost the entire two weeks he instructed me on the uses of every instrument you see here and at the end of that time he offered me the honor of being his apprentice but as such I would have to endure a month of his artful punishments. His reasoning was and I quote 'You cannot properly punish someone unless you yourself know the effects of the instrument you are wielding. Use is not enough. You must know the feel of what torture you bring'. Do you remember that time when I went away for a month?" "To visit your aunt and uncle? Yes of course. I was so lonely. Jocelyn was away at your sister Katrina's. You would normally have taken me for my afternoon rides and shown me how to jump hedges. It was awful. I tried to play with Megan but she was too busy with her wedding planning to pay any attention to me at all. I was so glad when you returned even though you were sick and needed nearly a week of rest." She spoke of the time as if it happened yesterday. "Yes, well, the entire time I was under the tutelage of Master Gurney. The punishment was grueling but I learned so much. I can understand why it was important that I endure that time. Without the knowledge that I gained, I could very easily kill someone or maim them by over doing the punishment. I can tell you that in the 9 years that I have held this position I have not killed a single person. I am quite proud of that." "And well you should be, my love. So did Gurney retire when he finished training you?" "Oh no. He stayed on as my mentor for nearly a year before he died of a heart attack. He was old but that isn't what killed him. Oh no, Gurney fancied himself quite the lover. In fact, he was bedding Susan and Patricia, both when his he seized and died. Not a bad way to die, I must say." "Surely you don't me the same Susan and Patricia from the kitchen? They are so frumpy. I simply cannot imagine them together in bed pleasuring a man." Gwen interrupted giggling wildly, obviously drunk. "The very same. I told you he fancied himself as a great lover and apparently it was true. Anyway, It was both a sad and joyous day for me when he died. Sad because he was my mentor and friend and joyous because his death meant that I was father's new punisher, which was a great honor to me, more than even being the future king. Father didn't officially give me the title, one because of I was heir to the throne and two because he felt that it would give me too much of a reputation of being harsh ruler. And that was something neither of us felt I needed." "That was such a wonderful story, Edward." She said clapping her hands together enthusiastically. "Does that story give you more understanding as to why I must insist on your punishment?" He questioned as if it should all be so clear to her now. "No, love, I am afraid it doesn't. I mean maybe the earlier spanking but not now or in the days to come." "Well, let me see if I can explain." He paused gathering his thoughts. "You see, even though you were very sorry after, you invaded my privacy and I accepted your apology. However I was still furious and felt that I needed to make sure that you understood that I deserved respect. I had planned to keep you here for only for the day, two at the most, simply to make you less spoiled. I realize now that you are not all that spoiled at all but loved deeply by father, perhaps in the wrong way but he is king and I will not question his judgment. "Anyway, after our lovemaking, I made my intentions known to you, and it was then I decided to give you but a small sampling of what makes your future husband and king excited. My hope is that in the next few days you will learn to enjoy the simple pleasures of pain. If you decide to join me in the art of punishment I will insist on giving you the full instruction as it was given to me by Gurney, but for now we will keep it relatively light. Not to mention it will give you more compassion for when you sentence someone to endure punishment when you are Queen. Does that help any? Any at all?" "I suppose so, I guess, but I do not see how I could ever find what you did to me this morning exciting. I'm sorry Edward, but I just don't. I love you will all my heart, body and soul but I do not understand this." She looked completely lost and confused. "Let me ask you this, Gwenie, my love? When I was spanking you did you feel yourself grow wet and heavy in your pussy? Did you not at some point revel in the pain?" He was asking knowing full well that she did. He had felt her loins. "Yes, I did. At some point I almost thought I would orgasm, but you stopped just before I could." She admitted embarrassed. "You see, love? Now we have wasted enough time. Let us begin your punishment for the evening, shall we?" He said excitedly. "Edward, can't we just sit and talk more. I have liked the time we have spent so far." She was still attempting to stall him but he would have none of it. "We will have plenty of time for talk later, my love." He said smiling. "Now, I think I will use the rose quartz plug. Oh and the cedar phallus. Let's not forget the leather strap. Yes, yes, that will do nicely. Now where is the security belt?" He said almost to himself while rummaging through a metal chest under the straps. "Gwen dearest, I will need to fasten your arms above your head by the hook above you, so would you be a dear and fetch the manacles from the bench over there?" He pointed without looking to a bench on the far side of the room. It held different lengths of chain, a bar and a few sets of manacles in different sizes. "Do choose the appropriate size, lover. I would hate to have to punish you further for your mistake in judgment." She was going for a larger size for comfort before he made that statement. She quickly grabbed the smallest set. "Good girl. Now bring them to me. I am ready for you now. Bend over at the waist for me now and grab your ankles." He sat beside a small table, which had some oils, the rose quarts plug with a good size flange on the end, an intricately carved phallus, a curious looking belt and a long leather strap. She handed him the manacles and stood with her back to him bending at the waist and grabbing her ankles firmly. "Phillip did a wonderful job on your rear, lover. Does it hurt much?" "No my master. It doesn't hurt much at all. I am surprised." Grunting slightly from being bent over. "Well let's see if we can remedy that, shall we? But first I need to insert these into you to give you more pleasure while I administer your punishment." "Yes, m'lord. As you wish." She said automatically. "Good girl. Now hold still while I ready you." He said very clinically, as he spread lubrication on the phallus. When he deemed it ready he grabbed her tightly around the waist to steady her then parted her thigh and slowly worked the large wooden rod into her cunt, pulling it out then twisting it back in. Over and over he did this, until his she was moaning and bucking her hips in time with the pumping of his hand. "Do you like that, my dear?" He asked seductively. "Oh god yes, Edward. Don't stop please." She panted. "As you wish love, but do not cum or I will punish you. Do you understand?" "Yes, Edward, Yes." She moaned. He continued to pump her cunt while massaging her clit and she just about lost her mind. She was so close she couldn't hope to keep from reaching orgasm. "Please stop, my love, I am so close to cuming." He could hear her desperation but didn't stop. He continued to twist the rod in and out of her wet pussy. "Oh god, Edward, please love, stop I beg you. I'm going to cum. Oh Goddd! IEEEE YESSSS. GODDDD YESSSSSS." She came hard on the rod, then and only then did he stop but he didn't pull the phallus from her cunt, instead he picked up the leather strap and smacked her hard on the ass twice. The sound of it slapping her ass rang through the room, but she didn't cry out however tears welled up in her eyes. "Only I will say when I stop, Gwen. Now let us try this again." Again he started to pump her pussy with the rod and within seconds she was responding to him, gyrating against his hand. "Oh yes, Edward. Fuck me with your hard tool. Uh-huh, yes right there." She groaned, clearly forgetting the punishment that awaited her cum. This time however during the in out twisting motion of the rod he suddenly stopped, much to her disappointment. Smacking her soundly several times on the ass with his hand before starting again, noticing that she let out a moan the last time his hand made contact with her reddening ass. He repeated this pleasure pain circuit several times before stopping all together leaving the rod deep inside of her. She remained bent over panting, trying to catch her breath. Meanwhile, he carefully lubed up her puckered little hole and the quartz plug. Slowly he inserted the cold tip, causing her to hiss. He stopped when he felt the slightest resistance and then began again when after several seconds her muscles relaxed. When the tip was fully inserted he instructed her to breathe out slowly, relaxing her abdominal muscles. As she did so he gently pushed the globe shaped center into her. It was probably about 3 inches in diameter but he had not doubt she could take it. It was half way in when her anus resisted. He stopped to give it time to adjust. After about a minute he continued. She was breathing deeply and moaning ever so slightly. When the bulbous middle was in he felt a "pop" then the rest of the plug was swallowed up into her ass. The flange rested firmly between the cheeks of her ass. "You ok, my love. I didn't hurt you did I?" He asked sounding very concerned. "No, my lord. I am fine. It feels great. I feel stuffed full. Thank you master." Hearing her call him master made his cock pulse happily under his robe. "Very good, baby. Very good indeed." He gave her a light pat on the butt before helping her stand. "I will be fastening this belt between your legs and around your waist to keep the rod and plug securely inside you. Ok?" "Yes, master. As it pleases you, my lord." She noticed when he lifted the belt that it had rounded silver studs all along the part that goes between her legs. I wonder what those are for?- she asked herself as he fastened the belt tightly between her legs. Then it was clear to her as they rested snugly on her clit. He secured the shackles around her wrists then hung them from the hook above her. She was stretched tightly but her feet still rested on the ground. "You are ready, my love. The same rules apply that did this morning. You may not talk except when I bade it and if you cry out I will add 5 lashes to your punishment. Shall we begin, Gwen?" "Yes, my master. If it pleases you, my lord." She said shakily, fear gripping her belly. The first blow came hard and fast, startling her. She jumped slightly. "Stay still, wench or I will beat until you blister." He didn't really mean it but he hoped it would keep her steady. She was prepared for the second smack and steadied herself. When the strap hit her she experience such pleasure since the nub rubbed her clit and the jarring vibrated both the phallus and the plug. She moaned in spite of herself. The next few smacks came rapidly and very hard. Tears welled up in her eyes. He continued to smack her ass without a break. She began to cry but at the same time she was near to orgasm. She was so confused. The next few blows were spaced a few seconds apart, keeping the same pace he would if he was fucking her. She began to meet the blows halfway. The pleasure was so intense that the pain became secondary. She was so close that she was moaning almost non-stop. "Do you want more, lover?" He asked without breaking his stride. He could tell she was close. "Yes, please, my Master. Spank me, spank me hard and fast." She pleaded, arching her back in response. "I will tell you when you may come. Do not come before I give you permission." "Yesss, master." She moaned. Smack, Smack, Smack, Smack. She was so close she was barely able to hold it. He hit her several more times before finally saying, "Now, love. Cum for your master. Let me hear your pleasure." He spanked her hard and fast knowing that she needed it to reach her orgasm. He didn't stop as she screamed out. "Yessss, Yessss. Oh godddd. Masterrrrr!" She came so hard that she couldn't catch her breath. He didn't stop spanking her until she stopped shuttering and her moaning subsided. She sagged in the restraints, allowing the chains to hold her up. "I think your punishment is done for tonight, my love. You did very well. Did you enjoy your lesson?" He said as he unhooked her, grabbing her tightly about the waist for support. She came so hard that she didn't have the strength to stand. "Yes my lord and master. I have never cum so hard. I now understand your love of pain. It was delicious." She said sleepily. "I knew you would, my love. Let me remove the manacles so that you may rest. I will remove the rods once you have regain the use of your legs." He said picking her up in his arms and laying her down on the bed. He quickly removed the manacles from her hands rubbing her tender wrists. She was so out of it she paid no mind to the fact that her wrists had a couple of tiny areas where the skin had be cut by the harsh metal. He would have to tend those areas later after she rested. He removed his robe quickly and laid down next to her, kissing her on the forehead. She snuggled into him resting her head on his chest, her heaving warm breasts pressed against his side. He looked down at her dozing frame. She looked so tiny like this, so fragile. He had the perfect view of her. His hand caressed down the side of her body cupping her breast in his hand. She moaned quietly grinding her hip lightly into his thigh causing her to gasp. "What is it, my love? Are you hurt?" He asked almost panicked. "No, my master. If it pleases you, my lord, I would like to have this belt and phallus removed. I am far too tender and even the light movement is too much." She pleaded. His cock filled to an angry size at her submissive tone. It was almost painful as he bent toward her to unbuckle the belt around her waist and the strap, which she had nestled between her long legs. Her nether lips were parted on either side of the thin strap the metal nubs held tight against her clit. When he removed the strap her back bowed and a moan escaped her lips. The cedar dildo slid out of her wet hole covered in her fragrant juices. He picked it up inhaling her sweet musky scent then held it to her slight parted lips. "Gwenie, my beautiful one, show me what you will do to my cock. Open your mouth, lover." He said. He voice was deep with arousal. She knew exactly what he wanted, opening her mouth as he slid the wooden cock into her deep into her throat. She sucked it expertly tasting her juices as he worked it in and out of her mouth. The taste of her own pleasure turned her on so that she was moaning and pumping her hips into him. "Yes, Gwen, take it deep in your mouth, taste your cum. Oh, god, yes, show me what you will do for me when I am gliding down your throat." The sight was too much for him. He could not wait any longer. He grabbed her leg spreading her wide and entered her from the side, shoving his cock deep into her dripping wet hole, his balls slapping loudly against her. Her eyes flew open and she moan loudly around the wooden dick in her mouth but did not stop sucking. He continued to pump the phallus into her mouth while he slammed his cock into her pussy. She was so tight with the large plug still in her ass. He could feel it rubbing his cock from inside her pussy. He was slamming deep and hard into her, bumping his large head into her womb. Every time he rocked his hips into her he could hear her muffled moans reaching a fevered pitch. He removed the phallus so that he could hear her cum. "Oh, sweetling. I am so close. God, Gwenie you are so tight. Are you close baby?" He grunted, never breaking his brutal rhythm. "mhmm, Ohhh yessss." She answered. "Gwenie, call out to me when you cum. Say my name." He said frantically, so close to the edge he didn't know if he could hold it as he pumped wildly in and out of her. He felt her cunt muscles contract and knew she was cumming even before he heard her first scream. Lady Gwendolyn's Punishment "Yesss, love, Yesss. I'm cummmmmminggg. Oh Godddd. Don't stop. Edwardddddd." The sound of her calling out his name and the feel of her cunt muscles milking his cock sent his own orgasm crashing into him. "Gwennnnie, my love. Yesss. Yesss. Yesssssss." His cock pulsed violently as he pumped four solid ropes of cum hard deep her waiting womb. He came so hard it almost hurt. Her cunt milked him for every drop. They laid there panting, his prick still hard and warm inside of her. "Come here, baby. Let me hold you for a minute. I love you so much." He said kissing her passionately. She met him hungrily her tongue ravaging his. It was clear that she, like Edward, was far from sated. She broke from their kiss. "I love you, Edward. You make my heart feel as full as my loins." She said grinding herself on his rod giggling. He smiled widely at her. "You are insatiable, my sweet." He paused remembering his other surprises for her. He twisted his upper body reaching for his tunic by the bed, bringing a moan from her. "I almost forgot your birthday present. Now close your eyes, sweet one, until I tell you to open them." She obediently closed her eyes and he pulled the emerald pendant from his pocket. He laid the cold stone against her chest and she gasped, but didn't open her eyes. This made him smile. "Ok. Open your eyes, lover." She opened her eyes and lifted the large pendant from her chest. She couldn't believe how beautiful it was. Her eyes welled up with tears. "Oh, Edward. It is gorgeous! Where did you ever find something so beautiful?" She cried throwing her arms around him, sending a thrill through his cock, which was still embedded deep in her warmth. "It compares not to your beauty. I am glad you like it. Here, lift up a bit and raise your hair, so I can put it on you." She lifted up straddling him then leaned in close so that her nipples brushed his chest. The sensation was distracting at the very least. When it was clasped, she sat up and he laid it to rest between her ample orbs. "How does it look?" Did she even realize just how beautiful she was sitting on top of him wearing nothing but the pendant? She looked like a goddess and he was far from done worshipping her. He reached up to fondle both of her tits. "Breathtaking, my love, absolutely breathtaking." He said cradling her face in his hands. He kissed here thoroughly, taking her breath away. He pulled away panting. "There is something else I wish to ask you, darling." He paused almost as if uncertain. "What is it, Edward?" She asked sitting up straight. "I know that I said that I would declare to father that you would be my bride but I never asked you. Gwenie, my beautiful love, heart of my heart, will you make me the happiest man in the kingdom by agreeing to be my wife, my queen, my soul mate?" He asked with his heart in his eyes. Her eyes welled up with tears and she stayed quiet for so long that he feared that she would say no. "Gwenie?" He asked almost fearfully. She looked down at him, tears rolling down her face. How could she possibly say no when she loved him more than life itself? "Yes, my love. I will marry you on one condition." She said petulantly. "Anything, love. You name it and it shall be yours." He said happily. "Before this week is over, I want you to be the punished and I the one to wield the paddle." She said wickedly. "Done. It would be my extreme pleasure to be dominated by you. Now let us discuss our impending wedding. I have already told father that I wish to be married by the end of the month, but he does not yet know to whom. Would you like me to wait until you are with me to tell him or should I break it to him tomorrow?" He asked although he already knew the answer. "Tomorrow love, please. I do not wish to be near when he finds out." She said sadly. "Now enough talk, my prince. Make love to your fiancée. I am wet for you." She demonstrated this point by riding his cock slowly up and down. He back bowed in response. He put his hands on her waist grinding his hips up to meet her with a hard thrust. He flipped her onto her sensitive backside. "Careful love, I am sore and not yet aroused enough to find it pleasing." "Well let me see if I can remedy that." He reached down between her legs and gently removed the plug from her ass leaving a gaping hole, which he immediately filled with his cock. "Oh God, Edward!" She screamed out. "Better, baby?" He said wickedly. "Yes, yesss! Fuck my ass, Edward, fuck my ass hard." He needed no further invitation. He reached behind her grabbing a pillow, wedged it under her backside and began to thrust his hard cock into her tight ass. He fucked her hard, filling the room with the sound of his balls slapping against her hot ass. *** He laid there drowsily gently caressing her breast when a knock came at the door. Was it dawn already? It couldn't be. He hadn't been to sleep yet. – He thought. They had been at it for hours, finding new and exciting ways to pleasure one another. "My lord, it is me, Phillip. My I come in m'lord?" Phillip waited patiently to get a response. "Yes, of course, Phillip. Come in, come in." He covered his sleeping lover, shielding her nakedness from Philip. The tumbler sounded loud as Phillip unlocked the door. "Is it dawn already, Phillip?" He asked but even as the words came from his mouth he realized that Phillip appeared grief stricken. "No m'lord, Edward. Just shy of." "What is it man? What's happened?" Edward's heart sped in panic. "It is your father. He, he...has died." He said dropping his head in grief. "What?!? How?" He asked not yet grasping what was happening. "Gwenie," he shake her gently, "Gwen, wake up love. Something has happened to father." She startled awake. "What? What has happened?" She said clearly still half asleep. "Phillip was just telling me that father has, well that father has..." he couldn't bring himself to repeat the news. "Phillip, please." He pleaded with his friend. "M'lady, the King has died. He was drinking until very late last night. He must have stumbled while getting into bed and hit his head on the table by his bed. It cracked his skull and bled out. He didn't feel any pain from what I have been told. His manservant found him this morning on the floor of his bedchamber. Randolph had come to relay an urgent message about your sister, Helen, my lord. I am so terribly sorry." He said grief catching in his throat as he began to weep. "Helen? What of her? Is she ok?" She asked panicked unable to process the news of the King's death. "She is, my lady. Her husband sends word that she has delivered triplets. Two girls and a boy, she named them Elizabeth, Anne and Charles." "That is so wonderful, but it is a shame the news comes on such an horrible day." She said as the horror began to sink in. Phillip turned his attention to Edward who stared off with a haunted look on his face. "Excuse me, my lord, I hate to talk of business at this awful time but seeing as you are now our King. We must know what to do, highness." He said bowing. "First I must get dressed. Phillip, take Gwen to her room and have Sondra get her dressed. I want her dressed in something appropriate for court then bring her to the throne room. I will have father's advisors roused from sleep and briefed by then." "As my King wishes." He said bowing deeply. "Edward." Gwen hiccupped. "Yes, my sweet?" He responded wearily. "I sent Sondra into town to spend the week with her sister. Mary can help me." She said, her voice heavy with grief. "No, my love, I will have Randolph fetch her. You need her close. Besides she would more than likely return the second she heard the news." He kissed her lightly on the forehead. "Thank you, Edward. I love you so much." She wailed. "You may take her Phillip. Give her some brandy, it may help calm her nerves and bring me some as well, please, old friend." He smiled conveyed the feelings of kinship he held for the man. "It would be my pleasure, Edward." Phillip offered Edward a hand up. "Thank you, my friend." He said. Phillip wrapped Gwen up in one of the blankets from the bed and left the dungeons. She was sobbing so hard that she didn't even move as he left the room. *** One year later... "He really is a beautiful baby, husband. We did well." She said proudly looking down on her infant son. "That we did love, that we did. George will be a great king, just like his namesake. I can see it already." "How can you tell, Edward?" She jested. "Oh now, my Queen. Do you see the wrinkle between his eyes? That is the sign of a great thinker." "Oh great and wise King, I believe that that is a powerful sign from above that your son needs a wee bit more fruit in his diet." They both laughed quietly so that they didn't wake the baby. The nanny spent the last half hour trying to get his stubborn little butt to sleep and it wouldn't be right if they woke him. "Come love, let us leave him to sleep." Gwen whispered quietly, tugging Edward out of the room, but not before he could give him the lightest of kisses on his sweet little forehead. Gwen closed the door with a wicked grin. "What is on your mind, dearest?" Edward asked his wife. He hoped that she was thinking along the same lines as he. It had been more than a week since they made love. "Well my King, if my memory serves me correctly, I do believe you owe me four days at your mercy in the punishment room and I believe I owe you one as well." She said seductively. "Why, I believe you may be right. I don't know how I could have let that slip my mind." He said wrapping his arm around her waist bring her close. He kissed her hungrily, squeezing her backside. "You know you could tell your advisors that you will be gone for a few days and I am certain that the nanny can handle the baby. That way you can give your naughty Queen the punishment she deserves?" "Well my Queen, I think that can be arranged." He said wickedly.