0 comments/ 49123 views/ 47 favorites Slave Princess By: Nymphadora73 Princess Lizbeth Brayshaw ducked low under the cloak in the thick brush as the Royal Guard continued to hunt for her. She could practically hear her father bellowing from her hiding spot miles from the castle. "Bring that child back this moment before I skin all of your asses raw!" That was always his threat; but King Harold Brayshaw never did much of anything but bellow when Lizbeth, his daughter of 18 pulled any of her stunts. She was his little Angel and with the right pout got the world, or at least the Kingdom thrown down at her feet. Sir Jonathan Blackthorne, Knight of the Brayshaw realm and frustratingly assigned as head of the Princess' guard, sat tall on his enormous black horse and fumed at being sent out to hunt for this child who insisted on running away at least once a month beyond other things the spoiled brat got away with. The King was entertaining guests again and was unable to attend to his daughter who should be by his side. He looked towards the woods where the guards had just finished sFearching without any luck. One of the guards was riding up the hill towards him to give him the details of where they had been searching that day. "Good afternoon Sir Jonathan." Ruben said "We've searched the woods but there is no sign of her or her horse. Perhaps this time the Princess is truly running away and not just playing her little game of hide and seek." The annoyance was thick in Ruben's voice at also being required to search for Lizbeth. "If I may say so Sir, why does he allow her to get away with this? Why does she always go unpunished?" "I assure you Ruben, were it up to me, she would be soundly stripped of her haughty dignity." Sir Jonathan continued to stare into the woods as he spoke, his voice was acidic with his anger. With the search party moving on, Lizbeth mounted her horse and rode off in the opposite direction, deeper into the forest. She knew they would find her eventually, they always did. It was even more amusing to see Sir Jonathan's face as; once again, she was not punished by her father. It was one of her favourite games, teasing the powerful Knight and watching him gnash his teeth to contain the words he wished to say. He was so wonderfully obedient, it was too much fun to resist. Sworn to protect her and honour her wishes, as were all the servants and subjects of her father's realm, Sir Jonathan would frequently be sent to run an errand for the Princess that really was more suited to a page or one of her maidens but repeatedly, she summoned him for some fairly degrading tasks. It did give her a chance to admire his smoldering anger, it added to his already handsome visage. It was easily an hour of riding and Lizbeth was growing bored, usually there would have been a bit of a chase by now before eventually one of the soldiers reined her horse in and lead her; pouting dramatically back to the castle. She couldn't even see that they might be following her and considered turning back to try and tempt them in her direction when she finally heard the hooves. Smiling to herself she continued on, trying to determine which direction the echoes were coming from. A bend in the lane brought her within sight of the men. Her gasp of surprise, and more than a little concern, was hidden beneath the sound of the men's voices and their horses' hooves. Pulling on the reins, Lizbeth stopped. These were not soldiers, they were not even average commoners. These were ruffians... Bandits and a handful of them at that. Lizbeth was frozen, terrified for once in her life, that something might actually happen to her. She had been warned countless times that she was to remain within the castle grounds, in sight of her guards, no exceptions. Now she began to truly understand why as the bandits looked up and she saw a couple of them smile at seeing her. Even as they approached, laughing and bowing their heads as they realized who she was, Lizbeth could not move, she could not even make a sound. "Lost, your Highness?" One jeered as he held his apple core to her horse. "Perhaps we may escort you on your ... journey, Princess." "Uh... no... no, thank you." Lizbeth stammered. "My guard will be along." She heard the doubt and fear in her own voice and drew back on the reins, encouraging her horse to take a step back. It was far too late for any attempts of escape, the cretin had already taken a hold of her horse's bridle. "Now Princess. I think you would appear more sympathetic to your people if you allowed us to ... escort you. Though there are none of your subjects where we're going." The men laughed around her and Lizbeth felt her blood run cold as she felt a hand on her leg. "Do NOT Touch Me!" She screamed suddenly. Sir Blackthorne had deliberately let his men lose track of the Princess. He knew which direction she'd gone and let her have her head start as he dismissed his men. He rode on, knowing he'd catch up to her easily, as well as knowing she'd probably be on her way home from boredom by the time he did. Jonathan knew his Princess well. He could often predict her every selfish whim before her own maids could. But as he heard his charge's scream of protest, he spurred his horse on, drawing his sword as he took the curve in the lane. Two of the men had dragged Lizbeth from her horse by the time Jonathan appeared. She was struggling and near panic even as the men released her and backed away. "You DARE lay your hands upon her highness, Princess Lizbeth Brayshaw?" Roared the Knight as he drew up to the group. "You wish to lose your heads for attacking the King's daughter? Because I assure you, your heads will roll if you do not take your leave of this wood and county immediately!" "Nah, Sir... we were just offering our assistance..." The apparent leader muttered offering a phony smile to rival even Lizbeth's most manipulative simper. Lizbeth had scurried over to her savior's horse and bolstered by Jonathan's powerful presence began to unleash a stream of lies. "They lifted my skirts and they touched me, Jonathan! They ... they have knives and threatened my life! That's treason! KILL THEM!" Over the protests from the men as they backed away beneath Jonathan's glare, the knight raised his voice again. "LEAVE NOW!" They did not need telling again. Sheathing his sword as the voices and hooves died away, Jonathan looked down at his Princess and shook his head. "Why did you let them go? I told you to kill them!" Lizbeth snarked at him. "Where is the rest of my guard? You are to protect me at all times yet again, I found myself alone in the woods, this time, surrounded by ruffians who attacked me! My father will hear of this!" The Knight said nothing but gazed down at her, amusement in his eyes. It was not the first time that Lizbeth attempted to lay the blame on him or her staff. This time the outcome would be very different. "Princess, I think you should be careful what you threaten." He said calmly. "Excuse me?" "You are attempting to threaten me and you should not." His voice took an edge, his eyes hardening as he could see her tantrum forming behind her shock. "Do not say what you are thinking of saying, you will not like my reaction." Jonathan knew she would say what was on her mind anyway, but she had been warned and he was prepared in many ways. "I will not be spoken to this way! You will be brought before my father the King and you will be in trouble... you will be ... AHA! You will be stripped of your Knighthood!" Her blue eyes flashed in anger that he had dared to speak to her in such a way. No one spoke to her that way. Jonathan chuckled, an evil sound that only confused Lizbeth into silence before she began to really raise her voice and threaten more than she the had power to. "You laugh?" She quickly regained herself and trembled with rage. "You wait until my father hears of this disrespect! You will be sorry!" She burst and turned to return to her horse. Jonathan dismounted and had grabbed the hood of her cloak, yanking her roughly back to him, ignoring her scream of surprise and outrage. With a flick of his wrist, his hand twisted in the hood, and Lizbeth was turned to face him as he leaned down to put his face level with hers. "You have made your last threat to me, Highness." He hissed an inch from her face, his eyes smoldering again with anger. Lizbeth was dumbstruck. The cloak had been pulled tight to her throat as her guard became her attacker. She choked slightly, sputtering as she pushed at his shoulders while Jonathan only glared into her eyes. "Jon-than... please... hurts." She gasped. "Let go." But the Knight was not ready. He had reached the end of his patience with this spoiled little girl and if her father was not going to step in and teach her some respect for others, he would gladly do so himself. She would be a very different person when he was done with her. Pulling upwards on Lizbeth's hood and nearly lifting her off her feet, Jonathan spun her around again as his free hand took some rope from his saddle bag. The Princess sputtered and began to scrabble her nails at Jonathan's hand. Were he not wearing gloves, his skin would have been torn but all that happened was his easily grabbed one of her wrists and twisted it down and into the small of her back, causing Lizbeth to scream in pain. Within a minute Jonathan had freed the cloak from her body and trussed her arms tightly behind her back at wrists and elbows. Lizbeth's screams echoed in the wood but the Knight ignored her and the struggles she gave him were not even an issue compared to his strength and skills. He did not speak again as he worked quickly. Lifting her skirts, much to Lizbeth's further alarm, Jonathan pulled a dagger from his belt and sliced the pantaloons from her body. Each time she tried to move away, a rough yank to hair brought her back into his complete control. Lizbeth was beside herself. It was such a shocking and terrifying experience that she could only scream further abuse at her Knight. Threats that even she knew would be impossible to follow through on. Jonathan continued to ignore her but planned her punishments accordingly as he tore strips and wads from her under pants, concentration and a hint of amusement in his eyes and to her further outrage, Lizbeth was quickly and effectively gagged with wads of her own pantaloons stuffed into her mouth then tied tightly in place with another strip of the cloth. Lizbeth's eyes were wide and growing more terrified over outraged by the second. Her arms were hurting, the rough rope digging into her soft, pampered flesh. She was spun on the spot again and Jonathan replaced her cloak, pulling her hood up over her head and fastening it closed at the front to hide her bonds from plain view before lifting her and placing her on his horse side saddle then mounting behind her. After grabbing hold of Lizbeth's horse's reins and tying them to his saddle, Jonathan spurred his horse and rode them away, farther from the castle and deeper into the wood. Lizbeth was growing more frightened by the minute. She struggled and screamed through her gag. She could barely see where he was taking her but knew she was not going home. After another hour of riding deeper into the woods, Jonathan pulled the horses to a stop in front of a wood cabin well off the main path. Dismounting, the Knight reached up and pulled Lizbeth down and over his shoulder. She squirmed and growled at him but was ignored as he shouldered open the door and dropped her unceremoniously onto the floor, causing her considerable pain. "You are about to learn some very valuable lessons, little Princess. Some discipline and most importantly, how to treat those around you with respect, starting with me." Jonathan stood over her, his arms crossed as she tossed her head enough to lower the hood and glare at him. "To start, you will no longer, EVER, look at me that way again. And when we are alone, you will not even meet my eyes." Lizbeth glared harder and the response was a solid slap to her cheek. Never had anyone struck the Princess before. It rocked her world more than it rocked her head on her shoulders. He would pay with his life or so she tried to tell him through the gag. The answer was another slap. "You had better learn to obey me, my Princess, or you will feel more than your spoiled mind can possibly imagine. Though, I suspect that will be the case no matter your behaviour. I have been looking forward to this for many years." Lizbeth was hanging her head as he spoke, crying softly for the pain to her face. "Now, let's begin." Jonathan said as he reached down and pulled her to her feet by the hood of her cloak again. "The most important lesson you will learn is to obey me in all things. You disobey, you will be punished ... severely. You will not test me on this Princess." As he spoke, she cried softly, frightened of what he was talking about. He also began to strip her clothing with his dagger. Lizbeth screamed at him as more and more of her body was revealed and was answered with another slap. He made quick work of stripping her before pulling her backwards by her bound arms to the centre of the room where he looped another rope through her wrists and flung the other end over a rafter. Lizbeth was screaming again, as the slack was taken up and she was forced to bend forward while her arms and shoulders were pulled sharply up behind her. Jonathan chuckled as Lizbeth rose onto her toes in an attempt to slacken the rope and save her arms. "Are you ready to obey, my Princess?" Jonathan asked her, pulling her head up by her thick, auburn locks to meet her eyes. Lizbeth sobbed harder through the gag, tears wet on her flushed cheeks, as she shook her head, pleading with her eyes to her Knight. Jonathan slapped her again. "You are not to meet my eyes, Princess, not ever when we are alone." He yanked her head back and peered into her face as she cried harder still, this time her eyes were closed, more a flinch than obeying. "I have a lot of work to do with you... But you will be all the better for it when I am finished. You are mine now and always. Learn to deal with that and your new place in this world." Lizbeth whimpered and opened her eyes. Yet for the first time, she did not raise her gaze, she looked at the floor, or more accurately, Jonathan's boots. It was far too much for her to comprehend. She feared for her life. Even feared for her sanity locked away in the dingy wood cabin trussed up and naked. Her protector was now her captor, Lizbeth could barely grasp how it had happened. "Now," He said as he let her head hang again, apparently satisfied for the moment. "Let me have a look at what now belongs to only me." Lizbeth was then forced to deal with a series of probing touches. She felt his very gaze travel her body and was helpless to hide herself from it. Jonathan removed his gloves and began to run his hands over her the way a stable owner might inspect a horse for sale. First over her back and hips, then down her legs. Rising again, he stood behind her and lewdly squeezed the round cheeks of her ass before rudely pulling them apart and peering at her tiny, puckered rosebud. Lizbeth could not scream, she could barely react; the shock to her mind was too great. But when she felt a slickened finger tip rub and press at her anus, she bucked then screamed for the pain it caused her. "That is a lesson all on its own. Remain still while your Master inspects you. It will only bring you pain; bound or not." Jonathan warned her and resumed to tease and press lightly at the tight little hole. Again satisfied, he grabbed hold of her knees and wrenched her feet further apart. Lizbeth screamed again as her shoulders took the pressure. "Stay." Jonathan commanded and though her body trembled at the strain, the young Princess did as told. She did not want to be slapped again. It was humiliating for Lizbeth, trussed up with her legs wide, her breasts hanging towards the floor. She closed her eyes at the feel of his hand running up her inner thigh then down the other. "Mmmm" Jonathan murmured and with Lizbeth merely crying softly, she heard him and shook her head. "Be still." He corrected and delivered a firm smack to her buttocks. Resuming the stroking of her inner thighs, Jonathan began to venture deeper between her legs and felt her trembling increase. He smiled to himself as he tested her reactions to a soft stroke over her pussy. He heard the muffled groan and smiled further. Lizbeth was of an age where she surely had played with her sweet little snatch and the unwitting groan told him she knew what could possibly happen if he continued toying with her like that. A few minutes of firm stroking and some skilled tweaking of her ever hardening nub, and Lizbeth was struggling to control herself and avoid further humiliation by accepting the pleasure. Jonathan was impressed, he had doubted she'd respond at all considering the pain to her arms and back. "You like this, Princess. That's very good." He chuckled and pinched her clit, making her twitch and groan more sharply. Jonathan stepped around her body and held his fingers under her nose. "You can not deny that evidence, my Princess." He chuckled again as he pulled her head up by her hair once more. "Even your tears are drying, very good. Now to see how far you've come." With that he pulled out his dagger once more and sliced the gag from her mouth. "Now listen carefully, before you bring yourself any fresh punishment." The Knight said firmly as he stood next to her and began to play with her dangling breasts and hard little nipples. "When we are alone, such as now, you are forbidden to speak unless I give you permission or ask you a question. When you do speak, you will only use respectful tones, you will no longer lie and you will address me as Master. If we are not alone, you may call me Sir Blackthorne. You may speak as needed but again, only the truth and respectful of even your servants. Your tyranny over the staff has ended, Majesty." Leaving her breasts, Jonathan again pulled her head back by her hair. "Do you understand these rules, girl?" He barked in her face, causing Lizbeth to flinch after darting her eyes up to his then away again. "Please... I don't understand this at all..." She murmured nervously. Her voice was hoarse and tearful again. Holding her head back, Jonathan spanked her ass twice, hard. Lizbeth cried out and began to sob again. The pleasure he'd teased through her was gone now. "You will answer me properly, slave." He spit at her and watched as her mind grasped what he'd called her. Her sobs stopped in mid hitch and she looked up at him, confused and frightened. The Knight backhanded her across the face this time. "EYES DOWN!" He yelled and dropped her hair. "Now, do you understand the rules, slave?" He asked again as he stepped behind her, silently unfastening his pants as he went. Jonathan was hard, he'd been dreaming of this for months and now, she was his and helpless. He would marry her with the King's permission, something he was very confident he'd have. But he wanted to have this moment sealed in both of their minds for the rest of their lives. Standing directly behind her, poised but not touching her, Jonathan spoke again. "Do You Understand, My Slave? Answer me, properly. NOW!" Lizbeth whimpered and choked back a sob before drawing a breath to speak. "Yes MASTER!" It was exactly how he'd imagined it. Jonathan had grabbed her hips and plunged his thick length fully into her virginal sex, claiming her in more ways than one as she called him Master. Lizbeth screamed in pain and bucked in his strong hands as he merely held himself fully engulfed in her tiny canal. He chuckled to himself and stroked a hand down her taught arms. Slave Princess "Very good. Now, continue to say just that... ONLY that, for each stroke I give you." He ordered and pulled back, revealing his throbbing member, slick with her juices and tinted with her virginal blood. One swift yank on her hips and he was embedded within her again. There was a fresh cry but too many seconds had passed. Jonathan slapped her hip hard and startled the words from her. "YES MASTER!" Lizbeth screamed and the process repeated. Again she required a spank to encourage her. It was a deliciously slow pleasure for the Knight and a horrible torture on the young Princess' mind. She soon did not require the spanks to say the words and even the pain inside her was subsiding. Lizbeth was in shock, it was the ideal for breaking her of her old behaviour and Jonathan knew it. He would keep her in this state for the next few days and enjoy her as he wished before he'd return with her to the castle. The Knight began to pump into her faster and harder, and the seemingly obedient slave Princess, continued to say "yes Master" for each stroke. Occasionally he would slap her hip or pull her hair, at times he reached and used her hanging breasts to pull her back onto his shaft. Lizbeth groaned more and more, her body and sex becoming accustomed to the sensations as his thick cock stimulated her towards pleasure. Jonathan reached with one hand while he held her tight to his groin and finally released the rope holding her bent over. Easily supporting her around the stomach, he lifted her up, keeping her pinned on him and moved to sit on a chair near to the fireplace. Lizbeth was limp in his grasp but only for the strain to her muscles. He lifted her up and off and turned her to face him. She kept her eyes lowered obediently. Jonathan was glad for that as there was a bruise forming along her cheek bone. The knight guided her legs around him and lowered her down onto his throbbing length again. "Yes, Master." Lizbeth murmured and rolled her head on her shoulders. Her hair hung damp now, clinging to her glistening skin and partially covering her breasts. Jonathan pulled it back away from her face and chest then lifted her and dropped her again onto his cock. "Yes, Master." She groaned again. Her arms remained tightly tied behind her, her eyes remained down but open. Her mouth hung open as well, her ruby lips wet from her tongue which lapped at them unconsciously. Jonathan smiled. He twined his hand into the locks of auburn hair and pulled her head back while the arm wrapped about her pumped her on his cock. She continued to murmur and groan the words he'd ordered as if it were something she always did. The knight leaned forward and bit at her neck, licking and kissing his Princess while he fucked her more soundly again. It was the sweetest sound in the word to hear her voice mutter and groan at his ear, meaningfully repeating the ordered words to him with each stroke. "Good girl." He praised her as he began to pump her on his length harder and faster again. Lizbeth's head rolled again, her eyes closing and her forehead wrinkling as she cried out "Yes Master." As fast as she could to keep up with the strokes. Jonathan took one of her nipples into his mouth and sucked at it hard when he felt a shudder run through her body that he'd not been expecting. Her freshly opened pussy convulsed and the Princess cried out more sharply than ever, still repeating the words as her orgasm brought on his own. Jonathan held her to his chest as they both came down from their orgasms. Lizbeth whimpered and shuddered off and on for a moment as his member softened within her. "Good girl." Her murmured and stroked her hair before finally lifting her off of him and his lap, to place her on her knees before him. Lizbeth shivered where she knelt, her eyes lowered, waiting what would come next in silence. "You will clean me, thoroughly with your mouth, slave. This will be the case each time I take you and there will be no argument." Jonathan stated, returning to the cold manner of before. "When I give orders like this you will acknowledge them properly." "Yes Master." Lizbeth whimpered, trying to understand how she was going to make herself clean his glistening cock and not throw up. For a moment the outrage returned but she pushed it away, having already learned that revolt came with pain. She merely stared at the flaccid member, her lips trembling as she gathered herself for the task ahead. "Do you require correction, slave?" "No Master." She murmured shamefully then knelt up and inched forward on her knees between his spread feet. "Good girl." He encouraged and leaned back in the chair to enjoy his slave Princess' mouth on his cock. Lizbeth began with tentative licks to the head, jumping as Jonathan twitched slightly. He chuckled and gently pulled her head back towards him. "Continue, Princess." Again Lizbeth licked at the coating of her juices, his cum and a faint hint of blood, trying desperately to keep on task so as not to encourage further discipline at his strong hands. The taste was not pleasant but not all together bad at the same time. She continued licking over the length until she felt his hand lay on her head. "Take it into your mouth, suck on it to clean me." He ordered gently. "Yes Master." She murmured as she twisted her head to suck at the head of his cock and begin to work it into her mouth. He was impressed, she took nearly three inches before her gag reflex stopped her and she pulled away coughing. He did not let her rest long before pulling her back to his groin. Jonathan knew it would be easier for her to accept it all if he did not coddle her much. Better to push her, the more broken to his will she was, the longer his control would remain etched in her mind between their private moments. Lizbeth took his length into her mouth again, barely aware of the gentle pressure her Knight was applying. She worked slowly but he was pleased with her attempt. In time she would be very skilled at pleasing him orally. For now, this soft pleasure post coital was relaxing. This time, though, when she gagged and made to pull away, Jonathan held her on his cock. "Learn to work through that feeling." He instructed and applied more pressure to her head as the Princess began to struggle. She choked and coughed but Jonathan still held her. His cock twitched in her mouth as excitement returned while he exerted his control over her. "Take it in, slave." He said firmly now. "Relax your throat and let my length fill you." Lizbeth felt tears sting her eyes as she continued to choke, trying to breathe, trying to avoid throwing up. "I will release you when your lips touch the base and no sooner. Earn your relief!" Jonathan ordered with a groan in his voice. His cock was growing hard again and filling more and more of Lizbeth's mouth. Jonathan twined his fingers into her hair and applied more pressure. "Take it! Open your throat and take it all!" He grunted. "Nothing like the feeling of a spoilt Princes put in her place... at my feet sucking my cock!" He muttered, his excitement getting the better part of him for a moment. Lizbeth was humiliated to have it spelled out so cruelly and struggled harder. Jonathan only pulled her down harder, forcing more of his length into her mouth and now the back of her throat. She could barely breathe and with another pull, even that was taken from her. "Your life is in my hands... do you feel it? Learn that feeling. I have been your protector now I am your keeper. It is by my will that you remain alive. Know that feeling and show me the devotion of someone who wants to earn the breath of life back." Jonathan exclaimed, tilting his head to see her face, watching the way her flushed cheeks worked, her lips tight around the shaft, her throat convulsing before his eyes. Then he felt it, her tongue moved in a more deliberate fashion than merely twitching. She was sliding her tongue over and around him. It was grossly imperfect but the effort was instantly rewarded as Jonathan released the Princess. Lizbeth slithered off his cock, ropes of saliva dribbling from her mouth as she sagged to the floor, coughing and gasping the fresh air into her lungs. She lay on her side at his feet, crying softly again as Jonathan stared down at her. He allowed her a moment and stroked himself as he watched her. Her young body was still plump in some ways but extremely well shaped. He loved the way the ropes cut into that soft flesh at her elbows and wrists and the little dimples in her buttocks that deepened when she coughed. The gentle purple tone to the side of her face that he had marked her with. The wetness visibly still coating her inner thighs from his taking her. Shockingly he felt another orgasm building quickly and decided to let her rest while humiliating her just as keenly. Within a minute, he groaned out in pleasure, bringing Lizbeth's eyes up to his cock and the hand stroking it. She stared, unsure and was more shocked and completely degraded as he suddenly erupted over her prone body. Hot spurts hit her cooling skin and dribbled in her hair. Jonathan aimed, finding more pleasure as a couple of shots hit her face and dribbled into her open mouth. He laughed cruelly at her as he could see more of her former self being stripped away. After a moment, Jonathan stood and dragged Lizbeth up and to her feet again. After fastening his pants again, he spun her and used his dagger to cut the ropes binding her arms behind her back. Lizbeth cried out as blood surged back to her hands and her shoulders thumped back to normal. "You did as good as to be expected, Princess. But you still did not finish what was instructed. What do you think I should do to teach you that my orders are to be followed without failure?" He raised an eyebrow, curious to see what his fledgling slave would say. Lizbeth turned to face Jonathan but kept her eyes lowered. She still winced as she wiggled her fingers and rubbed the deep marks left by the ropes. She was afraid of the correct answer even though she knew what it was. "I-I don't know... Master." She murmured. Jonathan reacted instantly with another solid slap to her face. "Do Not Lie to me EVER, slave." He roared as Lizbeth cowered. "Now give me the correct answer." Through frightened sobs, Lizbeth answered obediently. "You need to punish me..." She whispered. "You are right, Lizbeth. You are to be punished for not completing the task I gave you." The Princess cried harder and covered her face with her hands before wiping the slowly drying cum off her cheek finally. "Oh come now, I am a fair Master. You gave an excellent effort. It will not be a harsh punishment." He taunted and pulled out his sword. "Now bend over the chair and count the hits loud then thank me for teaching you." Lizbeth whimpered in protest but did not want a worse punishment. Slowly she moved to the chair and leaned over it, her hands gripping the seat edges. "Good girl. Be sure and keep still. My sword is sharp..." Jonathan warned. With that he stepped up and lined up the flat of his sword to her perky buttocks, now barely showing any redness from the spanks he'd already given. That would soon be changed. The sword left her skin and returned a few seconds later with tremendous force. She could not hold in the scream and clenched the chair tighter. "ONE!! Thank you for... Thank you Master! For teaching me..." On it went from there through ten solid swats with his sword and Lizbeth counted each then thanked him. Jonathan was pleased. She had come very far very quickly. When done, he laid his sword out of the way and drew Lizbeth to him, his large hand squeezing and pressing the newly battered flesh before picking her up in his arms and putting her onto the bed in the corner. "Stay, slave. Sleep if you can. I will build a fire." He stated and soon joined her in the bed, drawing her close again to his now naked body. Three days passed in much the same way. He rarely showed Lizbeth true affection, finding his cruel demeanour kept her in a truly obedient state. He tested her frequently and was pleased with her progress. She soon passed every time, even when he attempted to truly trick her up. The fourth day arrived, the day they were to return to the castle. Lizbeth knelt silently by as Jonathan dressed and gathered the various items he'd used to break and train her. Her hands were clasped behind her back, her head up but eyes lowered. She was calm and in fact looked quite content. She didn't even know they'd be returning home yet. Jonathan was extremely pleased. Lizbeth could barely think anymore. Her body was aching from head to toe. Jonathan had used her in everyway possible. Her pussy was tender, her ass burned inside and out when he'd decided to try a new hole. Her hair was matted and greasy, her body grimy from crawling about the dusty cabin but none of these things were on her mind. She was waiting for her next order and that was all she could think of. Being ready to do as told instantly or suffer further. Jonathan finally came and stood in front of her. "Rise." He ordered and as trained, she bent forward and kissed his feet then rose to stand before him, her hands once more clasped behind her back. "We are going home today, slave. You will be a Princess again but you will always be my slave at the same time." Jonathan said and was pleased to see she reacted but managed to not look up. He was sure she would. "Do you remember the rules for public life, Princess?" "Yes Master." Lizbeth replied instantly. "Recite them for me." "Yes Master. Your slave is to always show proper respect to all of those she deals with. Your slave will never lie. Your slave will address you as Sir Blackthorne and not by your first name. Beyond that your slave is to act like a proper Princess as if she earned the title instead of been born to it." "Correct. And the rules for our private times?" "Your slave is to never meet your eyes without permission. Your slave is forbidden to speak without permission unless you ask her a question or she is acknowledging your orders. Your slave is to call you Master. Your slave is to kneel unless carrying out an order that requires standing, her hands behind her back." "Correct." "May your slave speak freely, Master, please?" Lizbeth murmured softly. "You may." "Why must we return home, Master? Your slave is scared to return to the castle. She does not want to make a mistake and what if someone realizes what has happened? What if they ask where we've been?" She spoke ever faster as more worries came to her until Jonathan cut her off with a snap of his fingers. "Look at me, Princess." Lizbeth looked up and was engulfed in his dark eyes as he gazed at her calmly. "You will not make a mistake because you know full well what will happen to you, should you displease me in such a way. As for the questions that will come, I will handle it and it will explain your softer demeanour as well. Trauma from an attack of bandits can have lasting effects on a young girl." Jonathan chuckled at her little frown of confusion. "It will be fine, Princess." Lizbeth lowered her eyes again, she would have to trust that it would. He was her protector and would protect her in this as well. "Thank you Master." She murmured and leant down to kiss his feet. A few hours later they rode into the grounds of her father's castle. Lizbeth wrapped in the remains of her dress with the cloak snugged tightly shut over that. She again sat in front of Jonathan, pressed to his chest with large fearful eyes. There was no need for play acting, the Princess was frightened of the reaction of her father and the maidens that would want to know what happened. Lizbeth was led away to her rooms after her father hugged and kissed her, stroking her cheek and telling her how worried he'd been, how much she had been missed. She barely spoke the entire time and was glad to be dowsed in hot lather in a deep bath while two young serving girls washed her. Sir Jonathan took an audience with the King and told him the tail of finding his daughter's trail. How he'd followed the tracks after they'd met up with numerous others until he found the bandits and the Princess. He told the King very little of the details of what they'd done to his daughter to spare his feelings. Merely explaining that Lizbeth was a changed girl from the horrifying experience. That they'd have returned sooner had she not needed to rest so much and that she showed incredible strength. Jonathan even admitted that his feelings had changed towards the Princess over the few days, that he'd seen a different Lizbeth Brayshaw, an admirable one that held up under the experience well. Meanwhile Lizbeth was being put to the greatest test yet. She was being properly pampered and cared for by her many servants. She barely spoke except to thank them and answer questions about if she was comfortable, still hungry, wished to have a massage and countless others to do with comfort and relaxation. Politely she thanked them again and expressed the desire to be alone in her rooms to rest then asked them to please refrain from disturbing her if they could help it. The servants also found the Princess much altered and were heard whispering to each other throughout the castle about how her behaviour was sweet and polite. In the middle of the night, after being pampered and groomed himself as reward, Jonathan entered the Princess' rooms without knocking and stepped up to the side of her bed as she slept. He stroked a hand down her cheek and watched as her eyes fluttered open. Lizbeth saw who'd woken her and immediately slipped from her bed to kneel at Jonathan's feet. He smiled and stroked her cheek again before taking a seat on the edge of her bed. "Come to me, my slave Princess." He murmured gently and patted his lap. "Yes Master." Lizbeth replied and rose to sit perched on his left thigh. There was a small smile playing around her lips. Even in the dim light of the moon through her window, Jonathan saw it and tilted her face up to look at her more closely. "Why do you smile, my slave?" He asked. "Your slave is glad to see you, Master. It has been a strange night and she missed your attentions." Came the soft reply. "Look at me, Princess." And she lifted her gaze to stare into his eyes. She smiled slightly and lowered her gaze again demurely. "You speak the truth. You are no longer afraid of your place then... I am very pleased, my Princess." "Thank you Master." She murmured and daringly, without permission, laid her head to his shoulder, snuggling into his broad chest. "You are to be my wife, Princess. Your father agrees and wishes it. How does that make you feel?" Jonathan asked. "Truly, Master? You wish to have me that way as well." Lizbeth gasped and Jonathan smiled. "Ah, my slave... what a silly error... you require correction now." Jonathan stated and quickly flipped her over his knee, stripping the night gown from her body without a care if he burned her with the fabric. Lizbeth panted with nervous excitement, her eyes shining as her Master gave her a sound spanking and just as she'd been trained, she counted the hits and thanked him for correcting her. Neither of them slept much that night. They celebrated together as lovers and Master and slave. Jonathan told her how and when he would marry her, and that their wedding night would be like nothing she'd yet experienced at his hands but that she would enjoy it even as she screamed in pain. That was how her life would be from then on and Lizbeth was as excited as her Master to begin this new and frightening life at his feet.