1 comments/ 54344 views/ 10 favorites The Violet Guard Spanks Ch. 01 By: rembrandt Seona Braid had woken early that morning. The past week had been the busiest time of year for her village. They were all focused on gathering their various harvests and herds, binding the skins of their farmed animals together in stacks, and generally preparing for the Winters Pageant. The Winters Pageant was the biggest and most anticipated celebration in all of the countryside. It was held inside the walls of the King Farrow's main city, Fairport, the proudest and most affluent city in all the lands. The first and final feasts (for the celebration stretched over the course of a week) took place in the Royal Courtyard, at the heart of Fairport, and directly outside the King's main castle. Winters Pageant was a chance for all the villages under the banner of King Farrow to join together, and for some it meant a week long journey to reach Fairport. Seona lived in the woods just outside the proud city, so the trek was manageable enough to allow everyone in her village to join in the festivities. Despite the main feasts, activities were held every night, and the shops and taverns stayed upon for the entire course of the festival. During the day the streets of Fairport morphed into a gigantic trading square, allowing the peasants and villagers to barter the goods they had hauled from their remote villages. It was because of this, that Seona had been busy all week. There had been the final cutting of crops to attend to, the rounding up of the oxen and the sheep they had intended to trade, and the organising of the various stacks of wools, hides and cured meats. The work was hard, and Seona's village had only a few hundred people in it, so slacking off was simply out of the question. Still, when she found herself opening her eyes on what would be the first day of the Winters Pageant, with just the promise of the Winters Feast that night in front of her, she could not contain her excitement. When the mead flows and the villagers celebrate, having walked many miles to get to the location of the party, the tone of the celebrations takes a decidedly adult turn. In fact, it was forbidden in Seona's village, and many others like hers, to attend either the feasts, or even to be in Fairpoint after dark, unless you were older than eighteen. For as long as she could remember, she had helped to organise the goods for trade, only to watch her brothers and her father carry them off to town on their own. At night she would lie awake and hear the music of the festival, in the morning the men would be back with tales of wonders and drunken debauchery. But Seona was now eighteen. Her father had said certainly, she was most obliged to attend, she was clearly at an age where she could handle herself. Despite the long and tiresome work of the week past, when Seona woke that morning, she was the first in her village up and awake. She decided to make the best of her day. She strolled down to a river bed, just outside of her village, where she would often bathe. The morning had only just arrived, and the forest air was crisp and strong. A thin mist of dew hung on the trees and the shrubs, and Seona shivered as it brushed her bare feet. When she arrived at the stream, she wasted no time in disrobing and beginning to bathe. Her youthful body glistened in the morning sun, the cool water streaming off her tiny breasts, her round full bottom, tickling and cleaning her. She whipped her long black hair back into the air, laughing to herself as it whipped her back. Her skin was a deep tan, the years of work in the fields had seen to that. She cleaned herself quickly, but the invigorating feeling of the cold water around her shivering body was delightful, so she lazily bathed in the stream for longer. She was closing her eyes, letting the sun turn the backs of her eyelids red, when she felt the peculiar sensation of being watched. She eased one eye open, and saw a man on horseback staring at her, completely nude, bathing in the stream. At once she jumped up, still standing in the water, clasping her hands and arms over her naked form. The man laughed to himself. Seona was furious. She opened her mouth to verbally attack him, already planning in her mind the various expletives she would level at him, when she noticed something that snapped her mouth shut. The man, although he seemed young and fairly dirty for someone of his stature, wore the emblem of King Farrow on his chest and arms. His leather armour seemed to hang off him, like it wasn't properly tightened, but the fact that he was wearing it at all alerted Seona to the fact that he was a member of the Violet Guard. The Violet Guard were protectors of the various settlements, outposts and villages in the King's lands. Seona's village didn't have any specifically assigned to them, as they were so close to Fairport, but they often visited the villagers, to make sure order was being upheld, and that everybody was safe. The man's brown face and high pointed ears instantly told Seona that he was not from around her. The bronzed skin didn't brown that much in the protection of the forest, he must be from faraway north, in the desert-lands. He was in town for Winters Pageant, he was a formidably powerful authority, and he was grinning from one corner of his face to the other at the naked Seona. Seona's about face in regards to this man's true position had not gone unnoticed. The young man on the horse had seen her shock and anger turn quickly into humility and respect. The power of the Violet Guard insignia was a strong one. 'Sorry my dear' he called to her. 'I didn't mean to interrupt you while you bathed' His words were kind enough, but there seemed to Seona to be a sinister undertone to his actions. He stepped down off his horse and tethered it to a nearby tree. He walked slowly towards Seona, as if half expecting her to turn and bolt. But Seona knew better than to upset a man with this much power and responsibility, especially so close to something as important as Winters Pageant. He stopped at the water's edge, and studied the naked girl still covering herself in the middle of the trickling water. Then he raised his right hand, and tapped the insignia on his left shoulder. 'Do you know who I am?' he asked Seona. Seona nodded, shivering and noticing the cold on her naked body much more distinctly. 'Good' said the Guard 'Now why don't you put your arms by your side' Seona's face grew hot. Already she had been forced to expose too much of her young body to this strange man, and now he wanted her permission to stand even closer and ogle her straight out. A huge part of her mind was screaming at her not to give in to him. But what could she do. Her clothes were by the river bed, she would have no time to dress if she tried to escape, and she couldn't run naked into the forest. More to the point, disobedience towards a Violet Guard could easily get her flogged. This close to Winters Pageant and she could even find herself part of the night's entertainment, publicly whipped to entertain the drunken crowds. If he caught her, or saw her again at the festival, running away would greatly cost her. Seona lowered the arm covering her little breasts to her side. Then lowering her gaze, she moved the arm covering her pussy and her tuft of pubic hair as well. The man's eyes grew wide, drinking in the sight of the young girl completely naked. 'Turn around' ordered the man, filled with wonderment at the kind of authority he now had over this young villager Seona turned around in the stream. Although she could not see him, she could feel his greedy eyes focused directly on her round bottom. She had never been in a position like this before, never gotten anywhere past a few pecks on the lips with the local boys. The power of this man was amazing. 'Come to me' he said. Seona was scared. What exactly did he intend to do to her? She had heard stories of Violet Guards having their way with women, forcing them to fellate them, or taking them cruelly up their arses. She walked towards him, but she was conscious of the fact that if he tried to have sex with her, or touch her like that, she would run for the hills, consequences or no. She stopped about a metre away from him, but he motioned her in closer. Examining his face she saw that he really was quite attractive, with a pleasant smile and loving eyes. He had dirty blonde hair, and a tan face, but remarkably appeared to be little older than twenty. 'You're a bad little girl, aren't you?' he asked her. Seona was shocked. She had simply not expected to hear those words. 'No… no, I'm not' she said, barely audible and confused. 'Yes you are' the man coaxed her 'Aren't you?' 'No' said Seona a second time. The man suddenly reached behind her and slapped her hard on her bottom, with his open palm. The shock of the sudden surprise, and the heavy riding gloves the Guard was wearing was enough to cause Seona to cry out. 'You're a naughty girl, bathing here alone and naked, and you're a naughty girl letting me look at you. Aren't you?' the man barked at her. But the cruelty of his earlier demands was gone. Seona suspected his earlier demeanour was a front, to gauge her reaction. Since she had no intention of bringing down the wrath of King Farrow by disobeying one of his Guards, he had realised that she would be much easier to control. And truth be told, he was enjoying himself. The allure of his uniform, and the hidden promises of what it could mean for her and her family should she cry out or run away had certainly affected the young girl. No, now was not the time to be cruel or vicious. He could take his time with this one. 'Yes' said Seona, realising what he wanted to say 'Yes, I'm a naughty girl' 'And what happens to naughty girls?' the handsome Guard asked her, with a delicious smile on his face. 'They get whipped' breathed Seona. She knew know she would have to play along with whatever game this Guard had in mind. 'Ho ho! Whipped you say?' laughed the Guard 'I was only going to spank you. But if a whipping is what you need!' 'No… no…' begged Seona 'Please don't whip me' 'Okay' said the young man 'You won't get a whipping. But I've been out all morning looking for a little peasant girl to spank, and you certainly look like you need one' Seona blushed. It had been years since she had been spanked. Generally her father didn't even do it anyways, generally she had been whipped or switched as a child. But whenever her father would turn her punishment over to one of her older brothers, they always chose to spank her. These were gentler punishments, but Seona found herself hating the spankings even more. In the switchings, it was just the pain you had to focus on, but the spankings from her brothers had all been long and drawn out, and she had been painfully aware of how ridiculous her position, draped across one of their laps must look like. In a whipping she could sob, cry out, and still remain at least the tiniest amount of dignity. In a spanking she was reduced to a naughty little girl, bawling and squirming, and the position only served to heighten the feeling of naughtiness, and the shame of having to be punished like a little child. Still, standing her naked in front of this man with the power to make her life very miserable, she knew she would have to submit to him. A part of her was excited by it. Her only sexual contact having been the small kisses she had received from the gangly boys in her village, and her was a beautiful, strong, powerful Guard wanting to see her and to smack her bottom. 'Okay' she said, with a quiver in her voice 'Please spank me' The young man grinned. This was even easier than he could ever have imagined it to be. He sat himself down on a fallen tree, his legs wide open, and his brown leather armour glistening suggestively in the morning sun. He reeked of authority and command. Seona allowed him to take her still wet wrist, and shut her eyes as he positioned her young body over his strong legs. Her little legs kicked involuntarily in the air, and she was aware of how exposed and ready her plump bottom must have appeared to the Guard. The shock of the first smack caught the girl off guard. The man's forearms were much stronger and more developed then those of her brothers, even her fathers, and he hadn't even removed the thick leather riding gloves before he had started. The sound of leather smacking down on her wet, unprotected bottom rang through the forest. She squeezed her eyes shut, desperate not to cry out and give him the reaction he so clearly wanted. She succeeded in her resolved for about thirty seconds, but the man obviously knew what he was doing. He spanked her again and again on the lower, fleshier parts of her bottom, letting the pain build up in one area before moving on to another. After thirty seconds she was whimpering and crying out, another full minute and she was thrashing against the pain. But his grip was too strong, and he held her firmly in place over his lap, walloping her now pink bottom again and again. The spanking instantly brought back feelings of her previous trips over the men in her life's knees, but the strength and intensity of it was on a level she had never felt. She didn't even have a crime she had committed to occupy her mind, to convince her that this spanking was deserved. All she had was knowledge that this man was able to do what he wanted, and what he had wanted this particular morning was to spank her bottom, hard. The man laughed. The beautiful little woman over his lap writhed in the pain from his spanking, but his hand, protected by his leather glove, felt nothing. Her brown body kicked and bucked against his thick leather pants, but he had no intentions of not getting his money's worth from her cute little bottom. She cried out, and the tears had started streaming down her face, indeed dignity was a word that had been thoroughly spanked out of her. The pain was terrific, a searing rush in her buttocks and an unrelenting new volley of spanks every few seconds. Eventually the kicking stopped. The spanking continued, but Seona lay motionless, completely broken over the Guard's knee. And Seona became conscious of a new feeling arising in her young body. A feeling of excitement. At first she associated it with the stimulation and punishment of her bottom, but as the levels of tension and excitement in her grew, she realised it was more than this. She didn't feel this way when she was spanked by her brothers, but here was a gorgeous man spanking her for no other reason then that he wanted to, and had the power to. As much as she hated herself for admitting it, she was loving the spanking. Every now and then his heavy gloved fingers would brush against the folds of her vagina, which were now wet and dripping from the erotic nature of this forced punishment. Whenever Seona felt the harsh, cool sensation of the treated leather against her bare pussy, she gasped anew. The Guard became aware of her current state, and let his fingers roam up her slit more casually as he continued to spank her. He began smacking her harder to compensate for the extra attention he was paying to her pussy, and she responded in turn with an increased amount of noise. But her cries and whimpers, whilst before were entirely resulting from the pain and the ferocity, now grew to announce an entirely different part of young Seona's experience. She was, noted the guard, no longer crying and shouting. Her little verbal outbursts were now more moans and sighs. He knew what he had to do to really help her along. He continued the spanking with a refreshed vigour, and Seona could not believe that he was capable of spanking even harder still. The delicate brushings of her pussy vanished from her mind, and all she could think about was the pain the Guard's gloved hand was inflicting. And then, just as she thought she would never feel anything but this searing pain again, the Guard thrust his heavy fingers deep inside her throbbing pussy. Seona howled with ecstasy, throwing her head back and opening her mouth wide open. She strained her body back against his fingers, desperate to feel them inside her. It took only one more thrust of the Guard's hand and Seona was coming. The combined excitement of her humiliation, her forced submission, the powerful spanking, and now the unbelievable frigging was too much for her. She came unabashedly over the Guard's knees, moaning and pushing her spanked bottom back further, fucking his hand. Without a word, he stood the now spanked and sexually rewarded girl in front of him. Seona looked down and saw a monster bulge in his pants. Much bigger than any of the ones her younger brothers possessed, which she had seen while bathing them. Then the guard stood and embraced her, pushing his erection into her, and kneading her well spanked buttocks with his strong hands. She gasped again, and when he withdrew from the embrace, she dropped her eyes, embraced to have been so sexually uninhibited, so willing to come and to fuck, whilst over this strange man's knee. 'You enjoyed that very much' he was stating, not asking 'So did I' 'I've… I've never felt like that' said Seona 'What is your name?' asked the Guard 'Seona' she said, catching her breath and feeling the dull pain in her bottom start to return. 'I am Patrick' he said. 'I have often dreamed of taking a beautiful girl over my knee and spanking her, but I never dreamed I would get the chance. But out here, away from my home village, I found just the right naughty little girl' 'It felt… it felt so good, Patrick' whimpered Seona. 'But it hurt so much' 'Of course it did' he said, running his thick fingers through her long flowing hair. 'And you took it very well' Suddenly a twig snapped from across the other side of the river. Seona jumped, and turning, saw her younger brother Samuel gaping at the two of them. Samuel was only a year younger then Seona, and as soon as she made eye contact with him, she jumped behind Patrick to shield her nakedness. But Patrick, upon seeing Samuel, grew panicky. He pulled away from Seona, and quickly untethered his mount. He jumped up on top of the horse, and started kicking his feet against it. 'Wait' cried Seona 'Where are you going?' forgetting the shame of her naked state in front of her brother. But Patrick didn't reply, he galloped off in the other direction, not even turning to look back at the naked Seona. Seona was heartbroken. The Violet Guard Spanks Ch. 02 Suddenly Samuel was standing next to her, her blouse and skirt and undergarments in his hand. Seona remember her state, and grabbed the clothes off him, trying to cover her nakedness. It was too late, of course. Samuel had seen everything his big sister had to offer, and more importantly, had seen the flaming red of her bottom. 'What's going on?' questioned Samuel 'Nothing' blushed Seona, but she knew that he would be more persistent then to just shrug this off. 'Oh?' he said 'Then why are you naked? And who was that and why did he leave so quickly? And most of all...' he lowered his voice into a gleeful, spiteful tone 'why did he spank your bottom?' Seona sighed. 'I don't know who he is. Well, I do to a degree. He's a Violet Guard. And I let him spank me because I had to, I didn't have much choice, did I? You try saying now to the King's chosen men' She pulled her skirt on up over her bloomers, and stuck her tongue out at Samuel. She turned to walk off, but his voice called out after her. 'I'm going to tell Father' came his taunt, and it stopped Seona in her tracks. She turned to face her brother. 'Don't you dare' she threatened him, but she knew she was in no position to be making such threats. 'Then tell me what was going on' her brother demanded, softly 'Nothing' sighed Seona. 'I was bathing in the stream and he came up. At first I was angry, but then I saw who he was' 'Violet Guard' added Samuel 'Yes' continued Seona 'And I knew that I had to obey him. We didn't do anything, he just made me show him my body, and then he spanked me' Samuel laughed. 'Why did he spank you?' 'He said he was out looking for a girl to spank' replied Seona 'Haha' laughed Samuel 'My kind of man' 'It's not funny' snapped Seona 'It really hurt!' She was trying her best to conceal the fact that she had thoroughly enjoyed the Guard's treatment. 'And then you came and he ran off' 'I'm still going to tell Father' teased Samuel, and before Seona could say anything, he had turned and was running away through the forest. Seona cursed him. No doubt she would get a whipping from her father if he found out what had transpired. And no doubt her father would not believe that nothing else had happened. But she wasn't afraid of the whipping. She was afraid that he might not let her attend Winters Pageant. She knew that attending was the last chance she would have to find the guard, before he left in a few days and returned to his village. She walked slowly back to the village, her stomach was turning at the thought of what her Father would say, and she tears were welling up in her eyes at the prospect of not being allowed to attend the festival, to find the Patrick who had spanked and masturbated her with such passion. She walked straight home when she got to the village. People said hello to her, greeting her warmly, in fact the whole village was abuzz with the impending festivities. The goods for trade were packed and ready, and the men and women of the village were busying themselves getting ready for the first feast. She entered the thatched roof hut she called home, and saw Samuel sitting with her Father, and her older brother Jacob. She had two older brothers, and three younger. Jacob was twenty four, and looked at her with a knowing smile. No chance that Samuel had kept his mouth shut, then. 'Boys, I need to be alone with Seona' said her Father, and Seona's bottom lip quivered. Jacob and Samuel got up and walked outside, grinning at Seona as they passed her. She felt her face grow red and hot. 'So Seona' her Father started 'I heard about your little encounter in the woods this morning' 'Yes Daddy' said Seona, desperately trying to win him over with her charms. 'And if you think I'm going to be okay with any daughter of mine parading naked around the forest with strange men, then you've got another thing coming' "No Daddy' pleaded Seona 'It wasn't like that' But her pleas fell on deaf ears, just as she suspected they would. Her father stood from his chair and took the thin snappy rod down from its prominent place on their wall. Seona hated the tiny instrument, able to cause great pain to her backside. 'Take off your clothes' said her Father 'I'm going to teach you a lesson about respecting yourself. This'll be the last time Samuel ever has to tell me about your naughty little escapades with members of our Guard' Seona looked at him pleadingly, but she knew it was no good. In her mind she knew she had done nothing wrong, done nothing to deserve her Father's whipping, and that there was nothing she could have done to stop the will of Patrick earlier that morning. But she also knew that her Father was intent on whipping her, and that she would have to submit her curved bottom to punishment for the second time that day. She slipped her simple blouse up over her head, exposing her small bosom to her Father. Then she let her skirt fall to the ground and stood there, in just her bloomers. It had been years since her Father had found it necessary to whip her, but she knew that these would be coming down to. She hooked her fingers into her bloomers and dropped them to her feet, then stepped out of them. Her father motioned for her to assume the position, lying down across their bare table in the middle of the room. She did so, and when her Father caught sight of her exposed bottom, he whistled a tiny spot of air between his lips. He was taken aback by the already enflamed state of her bottom. 'So I see Samuel wasn't exaggerating' he said to the bent over Seona. 'That Guard really took to your backside' Seona nodded, her breasts pushed tight against the harsh wood grain of the table, her round globes sticking up, spanked and sore. 'Well don't think that means you'll be getting it any easier from me' stated her Father 'Of all the ideas, letting a perfect stranger take to you and spank you' He paused for a moment before the whipping. Memories of his methods of dealing with her came flooding back. This was one of the times in the punishments that she hated the most, when he deliberately made her wait, allowing her to focus on and absorb the impending punishment. Then without a word, he drew back the thin rod and whipped it into her already sore bottom. Seona had never been whipped on an already spanked bottom before, and the pain was intense. It was a sinister and harsh punishment to begin with, but on an already sore and bruised bottom, it only further intensified the pain she had already felt, causing her to cry out. 'Shout all you want' her Father said 'And the neighbours will just know that even as a young lady you still need to be whipped into line. I don't mind' Seona bit her bottom lip, not wanting to call out and alert the next huts in the village of the juvenile punishment her Father was bestowing upon her. But when the next strike came, only slightly above where the first had been, she knew it would be impossible to stay silent. *WHAP* *WHAP* *WHAP* Seona's hands gripped the side of the table. Her Father was a master aim with the rod, and his accuracy caused her to shudder and stick her butt out, inviting further swats. The tears had already started rolling down her face, and she was breathing heavily. He let Seona catch her breath, and then he whipped the thin wooden rod through the air and smacked it into her bottom. He could see the faint line begin to form, harder to see because of the already red nature of his daughter's bottom. He whipped her again. Normally he enjoyed the sense of progress of seeing one of his children's bottoms turn from white to an angry red, punctuated by the thin lines of the rod, but in Seona's state it was impossible to notice the change. This only served to make him more furious, more frequent with his strokes. Seona cried and shook, but held her place on the table. The pain striking across her buttocks was intense, reinforcing the terrible punishment she had felt at Patrick's hands. He continued, sprinkling her bottom with a liberal amount of hits from the vicious implement. When he had finished, Seona was breathless and sobbing, her bottom was a bright red, with welts criss-crossed all over it. 'Stand' he ordered. Seona stood, and turned to face him. She wondered if he had noticed the growing wetness in her vagina. She couldn't help it. There was nothing erotic or enjoyable about his whipping, but the attention to her spanked bottom had forced back the memory of being across Patrick's knee, over his hand smacking her, and of the delicious orgasm he had given to her. 'Now have you learnt your lesson girl?' asked her Father 'Yes' sobbed out Seona 'I have Daddy' 'Good' he said, and then his next words took her by complete surprise 'Now tell me about this man of yours' 'What? What Daddy?' asked a confused Seona 'Samuel said he saw you too hugging in the forest. I want to know just how much is going on between you' he smiled lovingly 'It's nice to see my little girl all grown up' Standing there naked in front of her Father who had just whipped her, her blaring red bottom exposed and stinging, she certainly didn't feel grown up. But her Father's tone was genuine, and even a little proud. 'His name is Patrick' said the breathless Seona, making no move to cover herself up 'He's a Violet Guard. He's here for Winters Pageant and...' she paused, trying to think how to phrase her next words. 'And I really like him' Her Father beamed with pride. He stepped forward and embraced the naked Seona. He gently kissed her cheeks, then stepped back, still holding her in his arms and smiled widely at her. 'And what did he say to you?' asked her Father 'Nothing' said Seona, letting her hands drop behind her and rub her fleshy bottom. 'One minute he was smiling and introducing himself, but as soon as he saw Samuel he jumped on his horse and rode off' 'Hmmm' her Father frowned. 'Well that's certainly a little odd. I don't know too many men who'd be frightened of little Samuel, let alone a man riding under the King's orders as a Violet Guard' Seona nodded. She too had been running over in her mind possible reasons for his sudden flight. What she had settled on was the most obvious – even as a Violet Guard he was still in abuse of his powers to just roam around looking for women to spank. It was better for him to flee the scene of the crime then to face the accusations of the villagers. 'What emblem did he have on him?' asked her Father 'On his arm and chest?' 'The Violet Guard one' she answered, confused 'King Farrow's coat of arms' 'Yes honey' soothed her Father 'But he would have had another, too. Next to it' 'Oh' said Seona, and her mind flashed back. There was indeed a second image, next to the triumphant roaring horse and crossed swords that made up Farrow's emblem. 'It was an eagle' she said, remembering 'An eagle swooping down' 'Ahh' said her Father, seemingly pleased with her self 'Far Ridge Swoop, no doubt. He's travelled a long way to be here. Well I have good news for you baby, it shouldn't be too hard to find your mystery Guard again. Seona's attention had up until now been mostly focused on her bottom. But on hearing that reaching Patrick again was, not only possible, but easy to do, her ears pricked up. 'At the feast tonight all the Guard's will be arranged via the areas from which they've come' explained her Father 'And I'm sure a serving girl could easily make her way to speak to a particular Guard from Far Ridge' 'But I'm not a serving girl' stammered the naked Seona Her Fathers grin widened still. 'I have a surprise for you Seona. I organised it with Roderick, months ago. You won't be eating with us commoners tonight, oh no. You'll be serving the best Guards and Royalty this land has to offer. And I dare say the food they'll give you afterwards will be a fair shade tasty then our' Roderick was an assistant to one of the main cooks in Fairport. Due to the close locale of he village, he was often here, buying wild boar or extra grains, or local spices. He and Seona's father had sparked a friendship up over his many visits to their village, and his position within Fairport had always made Seona slightly jealous. A serving girl, from the information that Seona had gathered from the older girls in the village, was one of the most sought after and envied roles in the entire Winters Pageant. You ate after the others, and you were forced to wait on the men of the Guard, but oh that was a small price to pay. Serving girls were constantly around the Guards and the King's sons and their aristocratic friends. It would only take a sweet smile, or a fateful glance, and a serving girl could find herself swept away, to a life of luxury, wealth, even royalty. How her father had managed to get the cook's assistant to pull the strings and allow Seona to serve in this prestigious position she did not know, but the young girl was delighted. She practically jumped at her father, wrapping her arms around his neck and planting kisses all over his face. She had completely forgotten that only moments ago she had cursed his name, as she lay bare across the table while he whipped her. 'Get dressed baby' he said 'You'll need to report to Fairport before nightfall, so you'll need to start getting ready' His entire disposition was changed. Seona loved this about the way her Father spanked. It was stern and strict and no-nonsense, but as soon as the punishment was delivered, she was his little girl again. She could see the hope in his eyes that a Guard of such a high order might be interested in her, and could feel the anticipation in both of them that the night would go well, and that she would meet with Patrick again. Just before nightfall she headed off to Fairport. It was a fair walk, but the cool winter night and the excitement of the festival propelled her along, made her walk seem like nothing at all. To be a serving girl was one thing, a privilege and honour all in itself, but the added promise of making contact with Patrick again stirred her loins and made her blush and smile to herself. As she neared the gates of the grand city, her mind wandered to thoughts of herself over the handsome Guard's knee. She replayed the scenario again and again in her head. The powerful blows to her bottom, sending it red and sending her into fits of pain. And then the intoxicating feeling of entry, of penetration from his hand, that had sent her over the edge. She longed for him. She walked straight to the main serving tables, and saw a large group of young women standing, being addressed by another young lady. She walked quickly over to them. The young lady giving the speech had bright red hair, and her pale undamaged skin made it obvious that she was a citizen of Fairport, not a villager like Seona. In fact, looking around, she could see nobody else that she recognised amongst the crowd of girls. A few of them had the worn, tanned skin of country girls, but the vast majority seemed to be delicate sisters and daughters of Fairport. One girl, with shiny blonde hair, straight down her back, and the pale skin and delicate features of the others, caught her eye and smiled. The red-haired lady finished speaking. It had just been a welcoming address, and the glare she shot at Seona who had arrived late seemed unnecessary. The girls were to find their way to the Castle's main kitchen in half an hour, until then they were to make any final adjustments to their clothes or appearances that needed to be done. The pretty blonde haired girl who had smiled at Seona walked over to her. 'Hi' she said, 'I'm Georgia. I'm Roderick's sister, and you must be Seona' 'Yes' said Seona 'How did you know who I am?' 'Oh Roderick's described me to you. I'm just eighteen as well' she said 'And Roderick got me a job as a server, just like you' For the next half and hour the two girls chatted like old friends, or long lost sisters. Georgia was a pleasant girl, instantly likeable, who had spent her life living in Fairport. She was excited by the prospect of the feast, because she was ready to find herself a husband, and settle down into a new life. 'What about you?' Georgia asked 'Are you hoping to catch a man's attention tonight?' Seona wasn't going to mention him, but thinking about him again was too much, and she gushed out to Georgia the details of her meeting with Patrick. The spanking he had given her, the powerful dominance his uniform commanded, even the sexual release she had experienced over his knee. Georgia was taken aback, but instantly clapped her hands together and smiled at the nervous Seona. 'Oh that's wonderful' Georgia cried 'He'll surely be here tonight, and I'm sure he'll be happy to see you. Looks like you'll have another red bottom and a right good rogering before the night is out' Seona blushed. Georgia was experienced, and talked openly of sex, but it was a whole new world, only properly opened to her that very morning, and Georgia's words made her feel giddy and light headed. 'My Father whipped me when I got back' she told Georgia, not embarrassed at all to be revealing these personal details to the lovely girl. 'But he seems very happy. I don't think he'd ever dreamed I'd find a Guard that was interested in me' Georgia and Seona continued chatting about their various lives, but Seona's mind wandered to the other girl's earlier words. There was no doubt about it, that if he had been so eager to spank her that morning at the lake, that Patrick would be the kind of man who would enjoy spanking her again. Normally the concept would infuriate or embarrass Seona, but at that moment, she could think of nothing better that she would like to do then to go over the powerful Guard's lap, and have her bottom spanked red. And the rogering. Seona was a virgin, but that thought of a good sound fucking was a powerful desire. Oh how she longed to be taken across this man's knee, put in her place, and then forced to submit to the will of his body. Her pussy gushed, and she wondered how she would get through the night. Georgia and Seona found their way to the Castle's kitchen. They were late again, but this time the red-haired lady (Kristiana was her name, Georgia had told Seona) stopped what she was saying. 'Where have you two been?' demanded Kristiana 'Sorry ma'am' said Georgia 'We just lost track of time' Kristiana walked through the crowd to face the two girls. 'Not good enough' she snapped, reaching behind them in turn and laying a series of quick, hard smacks to each of their rears. Georgia opened her mouth, but didn't cry out, but the force of the hits on Seona's already damaged backside caused her to shout and moan. 'You'd better get used to it' said Kristiana, to Seona 'When the mead flows and the Guards eat, you can bet your bottom dollar they like to turn a few girls over the knees. Not to mention that they're not shy about slapping any bottom that happens to be walking by' Seona nodded. She would readily have draped herself down across Patrick's lap and taken the pain, but the thought of hundreds of drunken men groping and slapping at her tender rear was a hideous idea. Kristiana went over the basics of the serving job. It was fairly simple, bringing the plates of food and setting them on the tables, making sure the Guards had what they wanted, not answering back and taking whatever slaps or insults came their way. 'Mugs are always to be full' snapped Kristiana 'Last year we had a young girl working as a server who missed a mug, and the Guard rightfully bared that bottom and spanked her in front of the entire feast table. Unfortunately for her, by the time he was finished, another had finished his mug. So she was spanked again. And this went on until nearly all the men at her table had smacked her little bottom into a dark shade of red' The Violet Guard Spanks Ch. 02 Seona shuddered at the thought of being treated like this, but she couldn't help feel aroused by the submission and the humiliation that the girl must have endured. 'They sure spanked some humility into her that night' Kristiana continued 'So much so that she didn't say no to the proposal of marriage that very night by the very own General Castone. And if you think that the hand in marriage of a famous General is a great outcome for a night, then you obviously don't know how hard and how often he whips his pretty little new bride' Seona's eyes widened. Imagine being spanked by the drunken Guards, only to accept the marriage offer of a man who treats you just the same. 'She hasn't said a word out of line since' Kristiana was relishing in telling the story of the poor spanked server 'And you can often see her pretty bare bottom parading around Fairport, accompanied by the General who loves to spank and shame her. I'd be surprised if it's been one day that he hasn't taken her over his knee, or whipped her little bottom, and then taken her for a walk around the castle, to show off his power to the other men' Seona wasn't sure how much of the story was embellished, but her stomach tightened when she realised it could easily all be true. To be subjected to daily spankings, and to have these spankings broadcast and known throughout the city in such a lurid and explicit way. Kristiana grinned a sadistic grin. No doubt she loved the power she had over her other servers, and she had certainly enjoyed recounting the story of the poor little submissive girl. Then her face lit up, and she turned to the guard standing watch at the door of the kitchen. 'Bring in the punished' she said to him, and he immediately nodded and headed through the door. A second later, they must have been waiting on the other side, and around twenty women, shackled together, were lead through and stood before the large group of girls in the kitchen. 'Along with feeding the Guards tonight' said Kristiana 'You'll also have to make sure that these four get all the water and bread they need. They're here tonight for various crimes against the Guard, and it's open season on their buttocks, and I've known many a girl to pass out from the pain of being spanked or whipped by anyone who pleases' The twenty girls ranged in age from an older, forty year old woman, to a girl barely older then Seona. They were dressed in the rags of convicts, and all four had their faces bowed, staring directly at the floor. Seona had heard about the whippings from her two older brothers. Any crime against the Guards in the weeks leading up to Winters Pageant was left unpunished, until the nights of the feasts, in which the girls would be bound on stage, and whipped and spanked by any Guard who felt like it. Seona flinched, when she realised that if she had chosen to run from Patrick that morning, it could easily have been here in this position. She tried to imagine herself, bound on stage with the leering eyes of the drunken men and women staring up at her, her body assaulted and spanked again and again. It would be torture. Still, her mind was given a rest from the thoughts of the spankings and whippings these ladies would receive that night, as she and the other girls got to preparing the last of the dishes that needed to be made. King Farrow spared no expense, at least not for his own Guards, and the food smelled delicious. Occasionally a Violet Guard would stick his head in, to enquire about the state of the feast. Every time Seona stole a glance at him, hoping it to be her beloved Patrick, but every time she was met with the sullen face of an unknown Guard. 'Pay attention to your work' shrieked Kristiana, noticing Seona staring at yet another Guard. She pulled her palm backed and slapped it into Seona's bottom. She didn't get the reaction she wanted from Seona, so she slapped her a few more times. Seona cried out, pulling her bottom away, and Kristiana smiled her sadistic smile. Her bottom was sore. She was extremely glad that she was not in the position of one of the prisoners, certain she could not take that kind of punishment. Even the promise of the drunken spankings and slaps was beginning to weigh heavily on her mind. But she could get through all this, if at the end she saw her Patrick. She sighed to herself, imagining him stripping her naked, turning her over his knee, spanking her pink bottom into a violent red, and then flipping her over and making a woman of her. Winters Pageant was looking to be wonderful.