8 comments/ 18281 views/ 5 favorites Confessions of a Fairy Godmother By: RedHotLadybug My story is taken directly from an English translation of a Grimm Brother's tale, embellished with a few characters of my own to create a new interpretation. All credit goes to them for the story's base. Please be aware that this story contains a mixture of Loving Wives, NonConsent/Reluctance, First Time, Mind Control, and Voyeur/Exhibition. All characters involved in sexual conduct are over the age of 18. *** CONFESSIONS OF A FAIRY GODMOTHER As fairy godmothers go, Gwendolyn the Fair was a bit of a conundrum. Upon her two hundredth birthday, she was inducted into the Society of Fairy Godmother's by her aunt, Mildred the Gracious, and had yet to be given a charge due to her... well, rather licentious behavior. Gwendolyn had spent much of her youth tangled in wild romances with handsome young men. So wanton was her behavior, that her elders feared she wasn't worthy of her heritage. However, the week before her bicentennial birthday, she came to her aunt and proclaimed herself ready. "My dear," Mildred said, "I know the blood of our family runs in your veins, but your exploits are notorious and I fear we will be unable to find a charge for you to look after." "Let me prove myself." Gwen replied, determined to live up to her family's great history. "I will settle down." Mildred harrumphed. "I give you a week... I don't think you've ever gone that long without getting into some mischief, so if you can behave yourself, we will announce your induction at your birthday celebration." To everyone's surprise, Gwendolyn the Fair had behaved like a perfect fairy. She did her chores, sat with her aunt's knitting circle and amused the whole lot of them, and kept her distance from any man who came her way. Impressed by her attempt to live a more civilized existence, her Aunt held true to her promise and the elders of the Society of Fairy Godmothers attended Gwen's birthday celebration, inducting her into their circle in front of the attendees. That had been two years ago. Gwendolyn was truly starting to think that she would never fulfill her purpose as a fairy godmother; the women of the circle of elders refused to give her a young boy to watch after, lest she revert back to her old ways, and though they did not admit it to her, they were afraid to give her a young girl to watch over, fearing Gwen would corrupt the child's innocence. Then came news of Ethel the Timid's conundrum with her current charge. Gwendolyn was summoned to the Circle of Elders and presented with the girl's situation. Mildred smiled as her niece entered the chamber. "My dear, I believe we have found a case that requires your expertise! Ethel is beside herself with a spoiled princess and we thought perhaps you would like to step in." Gwendolyn was so excited, she agreed before hearing the girl's story. And a princess! Once you became a fairy godmother to a family, you followed the bloodline from parent to child. She would watch over royalty! "Yes! Of course. You can count on me. What is her situation?" A sigh came from Ethel the Timid. Gwen watched the older fairy godmother lean on the arm of her chair, exhausted. "I have run out of options. Her dear mother was one of my best charges but she passed away seven years ago and to comfort his daughter, the King has let her do whatever she likes. The girl is a spoiled brat! She is already twenty years old, having been eligible for marriage for four years now, according to her country's custom, but she has yet to pick a suitor. Her father is beside himself." Gwendolyn couldn't see the problem. Spoiled brats weren't all that bad; she was admittedly one herself. Perhaps this was why the elder fairies had come to her. She felt confident. She felt determined. She felt... elated! Finally! What she'd been waiting two long years for! Ethel the Timid leaned forward. "It may seem a bit sudden, my handing over this family line, but her father has arranged a gathering of potential husbands this evening and I have been a wreck all day... I can't blow this! For her dear mother's sake, I cannot bear to think the girl will remain in solitude the entirety of her life." "Of course she will not," Gwendolyn's aunt said, coming to stand beside Gwen. "I have every confidence that Gwendolyn will help her make a match. And," Mildred turned to her niece, looking her in the eye, "if she succeeds, we'll give her the girl and her descendants to watch over." Gwendolyn was confused and excited all at once. She thought she'd already been given the line, but it wasn't hers yet. She had to prove herself first. She looked hopefully at the elders, trying to convey how eager she was to get started. "The party starts in three hours," Ethel said, leaning forward. "I'm trusting Korina to you, Gwendolyn, she's the product of centuries of work. Don't let me down." "Don't let us down." Mildred was no longer acting as Gendolyn's aunt, but one of the Circle. Gwendolyn nodded and curtsied, leaving the hall where the Circle of Elders convened. The moment she was gone she dashed down the hall to her chamber to ready herself for the party. No one would see her of course, but she still wanted to look her best for her trial run as a fairy godmother. Once ready, she waved her magic wand and appeared in Korina's bedroom. * DIARY OF GWENDOLYN FAIRY GODMOTHER (in training) ~Entry One~ Subject's name: Korina Objective: To find the girl a suitable husband I have failed. Upon arrival to this new castle I went in search of the princess but came across her father instead. I heard the king speaking with his steward; he was distraught by his daughter's proud and arrogant way, despite her being a great beauty. According to him she had rejected every suitor for the simple reason that they were not good enough for her. Despite them being royalty! This feast was supposed to be the solution. Men came from near and far, all of them in search of a bride. Finally, after everyone had eaten and spoken to the princess, they were all lined up. Kings, grand dukes, princes, earls, barons and a few aristocracy were shamed by the way they were inspected by the girl like they were animals! Oh and Korina! I will admit that not all of those assembled were the best looking, but there were some handsome faces among the men. I will admit also to doing nothing. The spectacle of the whole thing! I mean really! There had to be at least one man she'd agree on. But no. One by one, she rejected them as she walked among their ranks. One was too fat: "The wine barrel," she said. Another was too tall: "Thin and tall, no good at all." I mean really!! And so it went. Too short, too pale, too red, not straight enough... well, granted, that last one was a bit flitty, but he was a prince! And I've had many a good romp with men who wanted another sir in the bed. It's all a matter of how much fun you're willing to have. I was beginning to suspect the girl was a prude. Then came the last in the line. Imagine my surprise at finding Prince Jarrett standing there among the men looking for a wife! I never thought I'd see the day. The boy was handsome enough to have lived another decade before settling down, but I did hear his father was ill. The king hadd never recovered from that ogre attack; the one where his son had broken his jaw saving his life. Jarrett had been a hero after that, and he had healed from the ogre's punch except for a slight crookedness to his chin. And this is where I failed. I faultered. But what could I do? She mocked him! "Look!" she cried out, laughing, "He has a chin like a thrush's beak." Oh! That just made my blood boil! The fact that she didn't know how his chin got that way was the only thing keeping her from being turned into a frog. Or a mouse. Or a pumpkin. I was too busy fuming to do anything after that. Her father, just as angry at her for the way his daughter ridiculed the other nobles, swore Korina should have for a husband the very next beggar to come to his door. Well. That mollified us both. Served the little twit right. * Gwendolyn the Fair walked the halls, wallowing in her mistake. She'd let the other fairy godmothers down. What would she do if the girl really did marry a beggar? She couldn't go back until the task was complete, and the task was to marry Korina off. She didn't think that meant to just any man available. She thought of poor Jarrett, riding home with that ridicule hanging over his head. The other nobles had begun calling him King Thrushbeard. He didn't deserve such mockery, but they were trying to take the insults off themselves. Gwen had known him a few years ago when she was impersonating humans for various pleasurable reasons and longed to go console him. But she couldn't go to him now unless he had something to do with the girl. And that was the last thing Gwendolyn wanted to wish on him. She thought of what the king had said. She really had an ax hanging over her head now, just as Korina did, even if the girl was oblivious to the severity of what her father had promised. Did the girl not realize that the king already had all the alliances he needed? And a son to take his throne. Three sons in fact. His kingdom was secure. Which meant he could very well carry out his threat. It would serve Korina right to live as a beggar. It would teach her a thing or two about civility. Gwendolyn stopped and stared. While her thoughts had distracted her she had found her way to the kitchens and was in the middle of the morning hustle and bustle. No one saw her, but she saw them. What if she really could teach Korina a lesson? The girl would put up a good fight, but there was one way to subdue a woman fast, whether she be quick to anger or simply pigheaded. A man had to make her want him. What would a girl do to get what she wanted? Anything. Gwendolyn pulled out her wand gleefully and waved it. She appeared under the branches of a willow tree. A horse grazed nearby; the sun was sitting on the horizon, climbing slowly to its place in the sky. And on the ground, resting against the trunk, was a still-sleeping prince. "You know, a prince without a bodyguard can come to harm along this highway." Jarrett sat up, a hand going to his sword. It was gone. Gwendolyn waved it at him, smirking. "Gwen! What the bloody-" "Now, now, prince, a man wanting to settle down and get married shouldn't use such language. Especially if he's going to be king." Jarrett jumped to his feet, shaking the sleep from his head. "You heard, then? I'm a laughing stock." "I never thought you, of all people, would care about what others thought of you when it came to battle scars." Gwen handed him back his sword. "I don't." Jarrett rubbed his chin. "Just stung a little, coming from such a pretty face." "You're just as beautiful, you know," Gwen said. It was true too. Jarrett had a fine face despite his crooked chin; the knowledge of how it became that way even added to his handsomeness. "The princess didn't think so," the prince said. Gwen sighed. This was where she had to be honest. "I don't know her mind but it could be any number of things... complete innocence not wanting to be spoiled by a man, fearing death in childbirth... who knows her motivation. But I'm determined to make her a good wife." "Yeah, well, good luck with that." "Thanks. I'll need your help." "Me? What could I do?" "Be her husband." Jarrett laughed. And laughed. Gwendolyn rolled her eyes. "I have a plan to teach the girl humility. And I know how to do it." Jarrett grew solemn when he realized she was serious. He eyed her. "How do you even know her? You're a..." he eyed her more closely. "but you're not, are you... who are you Gwendolyn? How did you find me?" Gwen smiled. "Oh I've been many things over the years, but I've decided to do my duty; much like you." Gwendolyn knew he was seeing a woman of perhaps twenty years but hearing what she said made her seem older; he was intelligent enough to understand something was going on. She decided to silence any more questions by pulling her wand from her belt. He eyed it warily. "I'm here on Korina's behalf, though she doesn't even know I exist. I saw the way you looked at her. If you could have her... a more humble version of her... would you marry her?" Jarrett considered. "You can make her...?" "I will not make her do anything, Jarrett, she must do this herself. But I can guide her transformation." Gwen smiled, tapping her wand on her chin, eyeing the prince. "So, what do you say?" * DIARY OF GWENDOLYN FAIRY GODMOTHER (in training) ~ Entry Two ~ I have found a way to save this situation! Jarrett has agreed to marry Korina if I can get her to behave. I gave him advice, mainly reminding him of his many talents when it comes to women, and he has decided to make the formal introduction of her to his people and his ailing father in one months time. I have only a month to complete my task. Meanwhile, the king has made good on his promise. Three days after his daughter spurned an entire room of nobles, a minstrel came to the castle and sang beneath the king's window. The king enjoyed the music and told his servants to bring the man before him. I watched the princess, her presence in the room beneficial in reminding the king of his earlier threat. She was conveniently dressed in white today; my influence I must admit. The minstrel came in, dressed in dirty, ragged clothes, a beard obscuring his face and a hat on his head. He removed it, bowing deeply, before replacing it and playing a tune that both the king and princess appreciated. When he was finished, he asked for a small token of thanks. The king said, "I liked your song so much that I will give you my daughter for a wife." The girl was stunned. The king walked to where she stood, frozen, and began to draw her toward her future husband. She began to struggle, frightened. Her father said, "I have taken an oath to give you to the very first beggar and I will keep it." Oh, to see her face! Her protests did not help, or course, and the priest of the castle just happened to be walking down the hall the very instant the servants were sent for him (my doing as well). The wedding was short and, well, not sweet, but definitely worth the result: the girl fainted, by the way, and I'm not quite sure it was faked. When Korina awoke a few minutes later, she saw her father looming over her. Instead of being relieved that she was alright, he simply said, "it is not proper for you, a beggar's wife, to stay in my palace any longer. All you can do now is to go away with your husband." And so the beggar led her out of the castle and down the sidewalk. He offered her some more appropriate clothing, but she refused. The white dress was all she had left of who she truly was. Before long however, the princess began to notice the stares she was receiving. The white dress made her stick out like a sore thumb, and people began to realize the princess was walking alongside a minstrel. Walking! Through the streets with no guard! Okay, I admit, I made more people star than would have normally paid attention but really, that dress wasn't a part of phase two. The clothes she ended up changing into however, were. At least she could appreciate not having to be bound up in all the undergarments required by ladies of her country. The stubborn girl left her shoes on though. I must begin preparations for phase two. I feel that tonight may be the beginning of her education. If nothing else, Korina will begin to mourn the loss of Jarrett so that when she sees him again she will appreciate the man she could have had. For now, this grimy minstrel will have to do. * Gwendolyn walked behind her charge and the minstrel through the land Korina used to belong to and into the kingdom of Jarrett's father. She knew the place was beautiful, and before long, the princess began to notice the stunning forest through which they walked. The wind was rustling the leaves and the birdsong was merry. Korina asked, "Who owns this beautiful forest?" "It belongs to King Thrusbeard," the minstrel replied, having heard of the cruel nickname the princess had given Prince Jarrett. "If you had taken him, it would be yours." The princess grimaced. "Oh, I am a miserable thing; if only I'd taken the Thrushbeard King." By dusk they came to a meadow that was stunning in the light of the setting sun. She asked, "Who owns this beautiful green meadow?" "It belongs to King Thrushbeard. If you had taken him, it would be yours." She glanced around, spotting a grand willow tree, and sighed regretfully saying, "Oh, I am a miserable thing; if only I'd taken the Thrushbeard King." Gwendolyn smiled to herself. The princess was finally understanding what she'd lost. The willow Korina was looking at was the same one Jarrett had slept under only days before. Gwen looked at the minstrel and wrinkled her nose. The man was a poor substitute. He smelled horrible. At least his teeth were in good shape shape; if they had been otherwise, her next challenge would be a little more difficult. The minstrel noticed the princess staring at the tree then made a decision. "We sleep here tonight." Korina blinked. "Here? But we're in the middle of a meadow." "The town is still a good four hours walk from here. Would you like to make that journey in the dark of night or would you like some supper?" The minstrel walked town the tree. Korina stayed, stubbornly, as her new husband lit a fire. She busied herself with nothing other than watching the sunset. Her cheeks were awash with her tears. Gwendolyn watched the girl, amazed that she had held her emotions in check for so long. She had spirit, this one, even if she used it badly. Finally, the girl wiped her face. She knew what she'd lost, now, and made her way to the willow and her beggar husband. He had a stew cooking, and the starving princess thought she might be able to actually eat whatever he'd made. It wasn't much, but it eased the rumbling of her stomach. She wasn't used to waiting so long for a meal. The night was thankfully dark. Gwen had known it would be a new moon, the surrounding area pitch black with no lights for miles, save the small fire the minstrel had built. It was also a cold spring evening. It was these two elements of nature that Gwendolyn was counting on. The minstrel had only one blanket. It was large, but for them both to be warm, they would have to share. The girl, as expected, refused. Gwendolyn watched as the minstrel laid down to rest and Korina sat by the fire. It still gave off some heat, but it was dying. Within an hour or so it wouldn't be enough to warm her. Gwen doubted the princess had ever camped outdoors, so it wouldn't be long before she took the minstrel up on his offer to share his pallet. Korina removed her shoes with a grimace. Her ankles! They were a mess, as were a few of her toes; blisters, angry, some broken, covered her feet. Gwendolyn had a sudden moment of sympathy for the girl; this whole time they had walked, Korina had hidden the pain her shoes were giving her. Was it because they were last things she owned as a princess? The dress had been discarded by her new husband. Still, Gwendolyn couldn't afford to be soft. Not now. The girl was learning the hardships of being poor. This was part of it. Poor people couldn't afford proper-fitting shoes sometimes and they had to make do with what they had. As Korina rubbed her feet in the almost black night, she looked at her sleeping husband. Gwendolyn noticed what the girl saw -- a dirty face, scruffy beard, but a good build -- probably from hard labor. The man was fit. He was gifted too, the music he played a true pleasure. Now, when he wasn't looking, was when the girl would try to make something good out of a bad situation. Confessions of a Fairy Godmother Gwendolyn studied the expression of resolve Korina had on her face. The girl moved; she scooted closer, silently moving to the edge of the blanket where her husband slept. Hoping not to wake him, she slid slowly and silently beneath the fabric. Korina squeeked when his arm wrapped around her, pulling her to him; she had been about to scream but realized he was still asleep and so stifled the yell as best she could. Gwen laughed. She had no need to be silent since neither would hear her, and after all this time Gwendolyn couldn't help the giggles that came as a response to the girl's predicament. Frozen, Korina waited a few more moments before completely settling herself in. The laughter died from Gwens lips as she realized she had Korina exactly where she wanted her. She could manipulate the girl only so much before crossing the line, and the next bit of magic would be tricky. Korina wasn't skilled in the duties of a wife, and had only a few ideas of what took place behind closed doors. But no matter what experience the girl had, her education would begin in moments; her husband's eyes were open, gazing at the back of her head. Gwendolyn the Fair waved her wand, casting a half-sleep stupor to fall over the girl. She needed the king's daughter to be relaxed. The man inhaled the scent of his wife's hair, moving his hand so that it rested on one of her breasts. Korina didn't move, thinking him still asleep and fearful that she would wake him. He waited, allowing his wife to become drowsy, which, after a day of walking, wasn't very long at all. The spell Gwen had cast helped as well. The minstrel began to tenderly massage the girl's breast, a decent handful for his large hands, and the girl moaned a little in her near-sleep haze. Gwendolyn knew if she hadn't made the girl so drowsy, she'd probably be on her feet by now, fighting her husband's caresses. Gwen figured this was cheating, but she hadn't make the girl unconscious, just... a little sleepier than normal. The minstrel slid his hand down the girl's stomach, his fingers pressing into the material covering Korina's soft flesh. He stopped just above the junction where her legs joined, taking a moment to savor the smell of the girl in his arms. She smelled sweet, like someone who bathed regularly and could afford the best soaps, but it wouldn't be that way for long. So he savored her, now, in her unsullied state. Gwendolyn wondered how long it had been since the minstrel had bathed. That would probably be the only thing against him in what was about to come. Korina wouldn't be prepared for the sweat of a man, but she was about to get a noseful. Pressing against the young woman's back, the minstrel slid his hand down further, covering his wife's mound with his fingers. She shivered; a light moan escaping her lips as he found her most sensitive spot. Gwendolyn watched, her own breath held, as the girl actually pressed back into him, her young bottom probably causing some nice friction for her husband. She was ready. Slowly, Gwendolyn let the haze leave the girl, allowing her senses to awaken to the sensual pleasures of the man's experienced fingers. Korina woke with a start, realizing she was grinding herself against the minstrel and that his hand was... She gasped, both from surprise at her predicament and the feeling her husband's fingers were creating within her. The minstrel used this moment to roll his wife over and mount her. The king's daughter was shocked, but not enough to simply lay beneath the man. She yelped and began to struggle beneath him, but was easily subdued. "Easy, wife, you will hurt us both," said the minstrel. "Get off me!" Korina yelled. "I am of royal blood! Unhand me you... you..." "I am your husband," the minstrel said, "you are a princess no longer and can make no such demands, wife." During the struggle, the minstrel had managed to get his wife's skirts up around her knees, her legs parted by his own. "You have no right! No right to-" the girl's words were cut off as her husband's nimble fingers found a spot on her body that made her flesh tingle. Her mouth opened as if to fling more harsh words at him, but no sound emerged. Gwen had seen this look on many a woman's face during their first discovery of physical pleasure. The man's earlier movements had made her nerves ready for something more intimate and the former princess was helpless against her body's cravings. The minstrel lowered his head to suck on the tender flesh at his wife's neck. It was likely that no one had ever touched her so tenderly, let alone in such a sexual manner. The girl was becoming putty in his experienced hands. Korina stared up into the darkness of the willow tree, unable to bring herself to face the filthy man who was bringing her such pleasure. He was touching her in such a way that took her breath from her lungs and made her body jerk of its own accord. The minstrel grinned into the girl's neck as he inserted a finger into Korina's virgin depths. She was so tight, yet her walls moved as if to suck his finger deeper. His wife moaned her pleasure into the night air, her hips lifting, seeking more of his touch. He continued to guide his finger deeper until he came to the barrier proclaiming the girl a virgin. "Do you know what happens between man and wife?" the minstrel asked. That brought the girl back to what was actually taking place. She looked him with wide eyes. What little she knew was evident in the confusion and fear that played across her face. Gwendolyn sweetened the moment by adding a thought, just in case the girl didn't understand fully: what happened between a man and a woman created children. The girl began to struggle again and Gwendolyn couldn't blame her. What princess would want to have a child with a beggar? The fear added to the tension of the moment and drove the minstrel to restrain his wife. Korina screamed into the night, but no one would hear; Gwendolyn actually knew a few travelers were a few hills over and could hear the screams, but she had the willow tree guarded for this lesson. The struggle from Korina created a wonderful friction for both husband and wife and she was soon panting with effort; and from something she couldn't quite explain. During the tussle the minstrel had managed to remove his trousers to encircle his knees, leaving him bare at the waist. He pressed his length against the hot wet folds of his wife's sex, rubbing himself with the girl's own struggling thrusts. He gritted his teeth and grinned at the pleasure his wife unknowingly gave him, doing little to stop her movements. He began grinding against her, meeting her bucking with thrusts of his own. "Stop. Please," the girl whimpered. The broken way Korina spoke, along with her sudden limpness, made the man pause. He stared down at the distraught girl, realizing she was silently crying. Gwendolyn didn't laugh, but she did feel relieved. Much more struggling and she wouldn't have been able to go through with it. The girl had not a hint of humility in her, and if she hadn't of finally given in and begged, Gwen would have thought her unteachable. But there it was. The magic word. The man nuzzled his wife's cheek with his nose. "Don't worry, my wife, what is to come will hurt at first, but soon it will bring you pleasure." With that, the man positioned himself at the girl's entrance and thrust roughly into her. Korina half gasped, half howled from the pain of the invasion, her body being forced to accept her husband's large member as it filled her. Gwendolyn watched the man grow still once he was fully inside his wife, allowing her to adjust to his cock's size. The young woman had closed her eyes, averting her face. The minstrel began to move within his wife, slowly withdrawing before sliding back in. For one who was so against this coupling, his young bride was very wet. Each thrust seemed to reawaken what the girl had experienced earlier; the tension had left Korina's face, replaced with a look of concentration. Her eyes were still closed but she appeared to be enjoying what was happening where their bodies were connected. Gwendolyn smiled when she saw the girl's hips begin to move, her body responding well to the thrusts her husband was giving her. Each time his cock disappeared into her, Korina would clench her fist as if fighting the urge to help him with his movements. Another wall of the girl's resolve was about to be breached. It happened quickly. Korina finally gave in and turned her face, looking up into the eyes of the man atop her. She reached her arms up to his back and ground herself against him; the movements somewhat clumsy, but determined. The mistrel didn't grin, didn't show her any gloating that he had brought her to this point; he simply stared back into the depths of her eyes as his cock sunk deep within her. He began to thrust harder once she responded, his length impaling his wife's virgin pussy; he savored the tight feel of her inner walls wrapped around him. Soon the girl could no longer hold in the moans of pleasure that had been trying to escape her. "That's it," the minstrel said, his fingers fumbling with the buttons of the young woman's blouse. In a few moments he freed one of her breasts to the night air and grasped the soft flesh with his hand, squeezing it and fondling the nipple until the squirming beneath him increased to a frantic struggle for release. "Come for me, my wife, my cock wants to feel your spasms of pleasure." Gwendolyn grinned. Dirty talk was her favorite. It wasn't for everyone so she wondered how the former princess would take it. The king's daughter began to shudder beneath the man, his thrusting becoming even more intense as her pussy began to clench around his manhood. She clung to his back, still fighting the feelings she had until there was no fight left in her. The sound that left her lips was one of intense pleasure; its effect on the minstrel was obvious as he too began to seek release, his cock pounding away for a few more thrusts before he jerked from her and spilled his seed on his wife's belly. Korina collapsed beneath her husband, glistening with sweat, exhausted from her experience. The minstrel stayed atop her for just a few moments more as he caught his breath, before pulling from her and rolling back to his place beside her. Both husband and wife were breathing heavily. Gwendolyn slumped against the base of the tree, feeling the emotions coming from the man and woman. The minstrel was amused, a little ashamed at his actions, but pleased with its results. The girl on the other hand... she was a ball a fury, but more for herself for letting such a thing happen. However the thing she was angry about was also the source of amazement and awe; the feelings her body had just experienced was beyond her imagination. Neither spoke. Gwendolyn was relieved that phase two had gone so well, but she still had phase three to begin in the morning, and having to witness what she just did left her hot and bothered. She briefly thought about abandoning her post to pleasure herself, but her charge was in a delicate position at that moment, and could have a meltdown. So Gwendolyn the Fair stayed with the couple as they fell asleep. * DIARY OF GWENDOLYN FAIRY GODMOTHER (in training) ~ Entry Three ~ Success! I have not only managed to marry off the girl, but I have introduced to her to the pleasures of a man and started her down the path of humility! I realize that my task has officially been completed but I do wish to finish the girl's training within the month so she is ready for the marriage feast with Jarrett. As for the minstrel, I may miss him a little when he is gone, but his date to exit this story is set and the girl is truly meant for grander things. If I could just get her past this haughty stage in her life, I will allow her to regain her noble status. Until then, I have more work to do. * Gwendolyn rested in the way that fairies do, one eye open and one eye closed. Half-sleeping, half-watchful, she was able to see when the couple awoke. The girl was up first, upset with herself at what she'd done the night before. Korina walked a short distance from the tree and waited, watching the meadow as her husband woke and prepared to leave; she joined him only as he began to stride down the road. Not long into their morning walk, they came upon a town of a fairly good size. Korina asked, "Who owns this beautiful town?" "It belongs to King Thrusbeard," The minstrel replied. "If you had taken him, it would be yours." The princess grimaced. "Oh, I am a miserable thing; if only I'd taken the Thrushbeard King." Tears filled her eyes and she mourned aloud once again for what she had lost. Gwendolyn was reminded of the girl's true nature and was a little irritated that Korina didn't even know Jarrett's real name; she only knew him as Trushbeard. "I do not like you wishing for another husband," said the minstrel. "Am I not good enough for you?" The girl sighed. Gwendolyn stamped her foot. This girl hadn't learned enough it seemed. Removing her wand, Gwendolyn planted a few images of the night before in the former princess's mind, taking her mind off what she'd lost. Gwen also put a little energy into the minstrel's step, making him walk a few paces ahead of his wife so the girl could get a good view of his backside. For good measure, Gwendolyn reminded Korina of the feeling of her husband's touch; the sizzle of nerves when he was inside her. Finally, just before lunch, they came to a very little hut on the outskirts of town. "Oh goodness," the former princess said. "What a small house. Who owns this miserable tiny hut?" The minstrel answered, "This is my house and yours, where we shall live together." Stooping to go through the small door, the king's daughter asked, "Where are the servants?" "What servants?" answered the man. "You must do for yourself what you want to have done. Now make a fire at once, put some water on to boil, so you can cook me something to eat. I am very tired." But the king's daughter knew nothing about lighting fires or cooking, and the beggar had to lend a hand himself to get anything done at all. When they had finished their scanty meal, they went to bed. Korina watched, stunned, as her husband removed all his clothes. She had always slept in nightgowns, but realized that there were none for her here; were she to sleep comfortably, she would have to do the same. The king's daughter turned her back on the man, unlacing the knots of the clothing he had given her when he took her gown away. The knots were stubborn, and she was unused to removing garments; that was a job for her servants. Before the girl could ask for help, she felt her husband's hands at her back. His nimble fingers easily loosened the laces, one by one, until she was finally free of her binding. Gwendolyn watched as the beggar slid the material from his wife's shoulders. The girl shivered in the cold. "Come to bed, wife," the minstrel said, kissing her bare skin. Gwendolyn could smell the girl's excitement; no doubt from a walk filled with thoughts of things done to her beneath the blanket the night before. When the former princess did not move, the man pulled her with him, laying her down on the bed and shielding her from the cold with his own body. The girl's reaction was unexpected. Gwendolyn knew her to be ready for the man beside her, but she did nothing. Was this because she still mourned what she'd lost? What followed was a session of lovemaking that was very one-sided. Gwendolyn grew frustrated. The look on the girl's face was blank. Almost. There was hint of expectation there, perhaps eagerness, but also the same haughtiness that put her in this place to begin with. Gwen realized the former princess was waiting for the pleasure she received from the night before, given to her without a bit of effort on her part. Gwen shook her head, bemused; she waved her wand. She felt a bit sorry for the minstrel, but the girl still needed to be taught a lesson. An uncaring mood came over the man as he began making love to his wife... for his own pleasure. The minstrel climbed between the girl's legs and pressed himself into her, none too gently. He rocked against her, thrusting deep, and found his release within minutes. The king's daughter was stunned. She had felt the stirrings inside her but they never blossomed. Her husband took pleasure only for himself. Gwendolyn smirked. "Fool, girl. You have to work to reap the benefits." She paced, looking around the room. "Perhaps we should find something for you to do." The minstrel slept very well and woke early the next morning, making his wife get up to begin her housework. He did this every morning for the next few days until they finally came to the end of their provisions. The man said, "Wife, we cannot go on any longer eating and drinking here and earning nothing. You must weave baskets." He went out, cut some willows, and brought them home. Korina began to weave baskets, but the hard willows cut into her delicate hands. "I see that this will not do," said the minstrel. "You had better spin. Perhaps you can do that better." Korina sat down and tried to spin, but the hard thread soon cut into her soft fingers until they bled. "See," said the man. "You are not good for any sort of work. I made a bad bargain with you. Now I will try to start a business with pots and earthenware. You must sit in the marketplace and sell them." Korina said nothing but was mortified; if people from her father's kingdom came to the market they would see her. "How they will ridicule me!" But she had to do as her husband demanded, unless she wanted to die of hunger. Gwendolyn went with her, quite pleased at the struggle the king's daughter was experiencing. At first, people bought the woman's wares because she was beautiful, and they paid whatever she asked. Many even gave her money and let her keep the pots. So she and her husband lived on what she earned as long as it lasted. * DIARY OF GWENDOLYN FAIRY GODMOTHER (in training) ~ Entry Four ~ The little twit is too pretty for her own good. Instead of slaving over the scraps available, she's being handed money for nothing! I have one month only, and already thirteen days have passed. The money she made bought them food for two weeks! This simply will not do. I know of many families in the area, birds, mice, and the like, but they will not be enough to take away the amount of grain the minstrel was able to buy. He has a horse... If I can inspire the fool girl to leave the grain open near the window, and let the horse out of the shed, I can take care of what little they have in one night. They will just need to be distracted; Korina is due for another lesson anyway. * One evening, two days after the minstrel bought a sack of grain and one of potatoes, Gwendolyn had the former princess fetch a pale of water for bathing. The man was really starting to smell and she had put up with it long enough. She asked her husband to sit, and began to wash him. When he was clean, she decided to trim his beard. The minstrel wouldn't allow it. Instead, he grabbed his wife and kissed her. It was the first time since the small kiss at their wedding that the girl had felt his lips on hers. Despite the shock and sensations the kiss produced, the king's daughter did as she had done the previous nights, allowing the kiss but giving nothing in return. The man had other ideas. He began caressing his wife in areas that made her mouth water, but as always, the king's daughter resisted. Determined, he began to slowly remove his wife's clothing. The minstrel pulled at the laces of his wife's bodice, letting it fall to the floor. He walked around her and pulled at the string holding her shirt together at her breasts. When it was loose, it fell off her shoulders easily, hitching at the skirt around her small waist. The man cupped one of her breasts, his thumb caressing the budding pink nipple puckered at it's center. Confessions of a Fairy Godmother Korina gasped, and her head turned to the side as it always did. She never looked at her husband when he made love to her, refusing to accept who she had married. She did, however, bite her lip. A new struggle was beginning; one with her own body. The minstrel bent down and sucked the untouched nipple into his mouth. His wife gasped in response; he'd never done that before; only grabbed them roughly while he sated his lust. This time however, he paid much attention to the pink bud between his lips. Gwendolyn smiled; this little bit of inspiration she passed on to the minstrel would have the girl panting in no time. Tonight, Korina would be driven into passion and do all the work herself. Leaving the couple to their play, Gwen walked to the shed to speak with the horse; the mount really should know what a lovely treat awaited him at the window. The minstrel took his time at his wife's breasts, switching to fondle the one he had sucked while his lips took over the other. His hands dropped to roam her stomach, encircling her waist to untie the apron and unlatch the hook of her skirt. The clothing dropped to the floor but the girl did not even notice; so entranced was she at what her husband's mouth was doing to her nipple. The man backed the king's daughter to the bed and picked her up, laying her down on the feather mattress. The girl responded as she did each night, spreading her legs for him but not offering to do more. But the minstrel had other ideas. He kissed his way down his wife's stomach to the soft mound of hair between her legs. He could smell her arousal, marveling at how controlled the girl kept herself each night, unresponsive. It would be otherwise tonight. He dipped down as kissed the puffy lips that were glistening with her juices. The girl gasped and jerked; the minstrel raised his eyes to see that she was staring openly at him, her eyes wide with shock. He met those eyes with his own, staring at her while his tongue pressed against her clit. He did not hold back. The beggar began to pleasure his wife in ways she had never experienced. His tongue delved into her, within her, only to emerge and play with the sensitive bud at the top of her sex. Korina writhed. She could no longer openly ignore the movements as she began to feel what she had felt the first night under the willow tree. She gasped the hair on his head, pulling him tighter to her; that is when her husband sunk a finger unto her pussy. Her world disappeared into an explosion of light. The man continued his assault on his wife's pussy, letting her calm from her orgasm with the intent of giving her another. He waited just a moment when Korina lay on the sheets, basking in the feelings she had. When she was almost fully relaxed, he sunk a second finger into her, working her back up to a fevered pitch. This time however, instead of letting his wife get her pleasure with no work involved, he left her at the edge and sat up, staring into her fevered face. "Husband, why do you stop?" she asked. "Because, wife, you must learn to reap your own rewards. Even a little work can bring great pleasure." The man then stood, his cock hard standing out from him, and slid down beside his wife. She eyed his length, having never truly seen it before. When she met her husband's eyes, he said nothing, only gestured for her to bring herself her own pleasure with what he had to offer. Licking her lips, the king's daughter reached out and tentatively took the cock in her hand. The skin was soft but what was beneath it was hard. The man groaned. She withdrew her hand and asked, "Did I hurt you?" "No, wife," said the minstrel. "It feels good." Curious, the girl reached out again and wrapped her small fingers around his manhood. She glanced back at her husband, meeting his eyes. Then a thought occurred to her: to receive his own pleasure, he moved back and forth in her until he spilled his seed. Biting her lip, Korina moved her hand down to the base of his shaft and back up, then repeated the motion then looked up when her husband gasped and shivered. She saw the sheets bunched his clenched fists, the same as she had done the nights he took her. A wicked thought entered her mind. The girl repositioned herself and began moving her hand up and down her husband's length. Soon, he was writhing, his hips moving back and forth beneath her working hand, just as he did when he was atop her; the sight made her wet between her legs. With his first moan of pleasure, Korina stopped, taking her hand away from her husband cock. He stared at her and she returned the gaze with a wicked glint in her eye; she had just done to him what he had to her. However, the king's daughter was not finished. She held his gazelong enough to let his breathing calm. She then eyed the cock, a frown coming over her face when she realized it was oozing a creamy liquid from the tip. She reached out, but the man caught her hand. He sat up quickly, dropping his free hand to her sex and sinking a finger inside her. She moaned. "The next time you touch me, it will not be with your hand," the minstrel said. They eyed each other as he fondled her, his thumb brushing over her clit as his fingers curled inside her. She was squirming in no time, just as desperate as she had been before. It was a battle of wills. Neither looked away from the other, but she resisted the urge to climb a top him; if she was to mount him, he would have to move her himself. The man brought her to the edge once more, then, as he did earlier, left her there. She narrowed her eyes at him, her own fingers drifting toward her sex. His hands caught hers, and she realized if she was to experience the wonderful feeling she had before, she would have to do as he said. Korina stared at her husband, the last ounce of fight leaving her. She was so close; if she wanted to feel that wonderful light pulsing through her again, she would have to do it herself. And so she climbed atop him. One of the minstrel's hands left her wrist and held himself at her opening. Korina felt the tip of his manhood slide in, and it was almost enough to push her over the edge; but she needed more. She slid down his length until he filled her. The minstrel sat back, having won, and let his arms fall to the side. The message to his wife was clear; if she wanted to take her pleasure, she would have to do all the work. Korina had never been in this position before. She didn't know what to do and her husband was refusing to help. Eyeing him with determination, she placed her hands on his shoulders to brace herself and began the motions she knew. The king's daughter slid herself up his length then back down. The friction it created was nice, but it wasn't enough. She repeated the action, again and again, bouncing on her husband's cock. It was nice, but still not enough. Thinking of how her husband moved faster when his pleasure was building, she decided to do the same. She rode him faster. As she watched her husband's eyes close, his face beginning to contort in a grimace of pleasure, the former princess realized he was getting more pleasure from her actions than she. She slowed her movements then stopped, panting, her muscles burning. Such work should bring her pleasure, not his! Sitting astride the minstrel, she adjusted herself and felt a tingle rush through her where her skin met his. Looking down she realized the area he teased so relentlessly was rubbing against her husband's flesh. She moved again, grinding that spot against him. The rush that followed! She began rocking back and forth, her pleasure building and building until the ground gave way to the precipice she sought and the light returned. Such a vibrant explosion of sensation! Her womanhood clenched around her husband's cock, reveling in the fullness it felt. She moaned, the pleasure washing over her. When she came down from her high, she found her husband smiling smugly at her. "Do you see what such an effort will bring?" he asked. "You can have this every night, should you wish to work for the reward." Gwendolyn returned to the room and saw the scene before her; the princess was completely nude and sitting atop her husband. The man's hands went to the girl's hips, his fingers digging into the flesh of her ass as he began to move her. "Would you like to go again?" he asked. Wide eyed, the girl watched as the minstrel joined her this time as she rode him, his hands grinding her onto him until one left to grasp the girl's breast. She moaned as they moved together. Gwendolyn flushed. All this fucking and she still had not been sated since the first night. It was not like her. And she had two weeks to go! After that, she would find any man with a good sized prick and show him... oh... hell. She couldn't. She'd worked so hard, lasted two years even, and she wouldn't throw it away. She would simply have to relieve herself when the couple slept. Korina's moans began to fill the room. Her husband had sat up, crushing his chest to hers as he pulled her onto him. Together, they brought her to her third orgasm of the night. While the girl spasmed around his cock, the man flipped her over and began thrusting into her, deep and hard. Korina wrapped her legs around him, pulling her knees up to her chest, and purred with pleasure until he spilled his seed deep within her. Gwendolyn jumped to her feet as she saw this. It was not part of the plan. The girl was not to get pregnant until she was remade a princess! The beggar shuddered atop his wife, sweat drenching them both, until, at last, he stopped and relaxed his muscles, the weight of his body pressing down on the girl. The king's daughter was breathing heavily from the lovemaking and allowed her hands to rest on her husband's back. They lay like that for several minutes. Gwendolyn shook her head. She would have to go digging for a specific root in the morning. Somehow she would have to slip it into the girl's tea. She couldn't have her station as Jarrett's wife under debate for a child conceived outside the castle. * DIARY OF GWENDOLYN FAIRY GODMOTHER (in training) ~ Entry Five ~ The lessons are progressing steadily! Korina has learned the value of hard work, at least in the bedroom, and perhaps may apply it to the work she has in the days to come. The crisis was averted the following morning along with the distress of finding all of the grain and potatoes eaten by birds, mice, and even the horse! The steed was whipped for his transgression but thought it worth the feast he had. As the beggar left to get more pottery, I slipped some herbs into the girl's tea so that no child would be born while she was in such a lowly state. If the night before was any indication, I will have to do this each morning. When her husband returned, Korina was sent out to sell the lot of new pottery. She sat down with this at the corner of the marketplace, hoping to achieve what she had before. But suddenly there came a drunken horseman galloping along, and he rode right into the pots, breaking them into a thousand pieces. Korina began to cry and was so afraid she did not know what to do. "Oh, what will happen to me?" she cried. "What will my husband say about this?" She ran home and told him of the misfortune. "Who would sit at the corner of the marketplace with the earthenware?" asked the man. "Now stop crying. I see very well that you are not fit for any ordinary work." He then told her that he had gone to the king's palace and while he was there he asked if they could use a kitchen maid. They promised to take the girl and in return she would get free food. The girl has one more lesson before she will be ready. Phase Four will begin soon. I just hope she learns humility from this, and can appreciate what she will have. * And so the king's daughter became a kitchen maid, and had to be available to the cook, and to do the dirtiest of work. She did the work though, knowing that at the end of the day, she and her husband would be able to eat better food. In each of her pockets she fastened a little jar, in which she took home her share of the leftovers. And this is what they lived on. Gwendolyn watched as the girl blossomed into an honorable servant, not complaining when she was told what chores had to be done. She worked hard, and went home to the pleasures of her husband's bed. The end of Gwendolyn's month had finally arrived. It happened that the wedding of the king's eldest son was to be celebrated, and Korina couldn't help herself; she went up and stood near the door of the hall to look on. When the lights were lit, and people, each more beautiful than the other, entered, and all was full of pomp and splendor, the former princess thought about her plight with a sad heart. She cursed the pride and haughtiness which had humbled her and brought her to such great poverty. The smell of the delicious dishes which were being taken in and out reached her, and now and then the servants threw her a few scraps, which she put into the jars to take home. Gwendolyn smirked as she saw who was coming to the kitchen, hoping the princess would act as she had learned. She scooted away from the doors to the kitchen as they banged open. Jarrett entered the room, clothed in velvet and silk, with gold chains around his neck. When he saw the beautiful woman standing by the door, he took her by the hand and wanted to dance with her. But Korina refused and took fright, for she saw that he was King Thrushbeard, the suitor whom she had rejected with scorn. Her struggles did not help. He pulled her into the hall. But the string that tied up her pockets broke, and the pots fell to the floor; the soup ran out, and the scraps flew everywhere. When the people saw this, everyone laughed and ridiculed her. Korina was so ashamed that she would rather have been a thousand fathoms beneath the ground. Running as fast as she could, she jumped through the door and only made it to the stairs before the prince overtook her. Panting, she flailed in his arms, trying to free herself from his grasp. When he had her contained, she looked at him. Jarrett said to her kindly, "Don't be afraid. I and the minstrel who has been living with you in that miserable hut are one and the same. For the love of you I disguised myself. And I was also the horseman who broke your pottery into pieces. All this was done to humble your proud spirit and to punish you for the arrogance with which you ridiculed me." Korina stared, stunned, up into the eyes of the man, seeing the same eyes as that of her beggar husband. Then she cried bitterly and said, "I was terribly wrong, and am not worthy to be your wife." But he said, "Be comforted. The evil days are past. Now we will celebrate our wedding." He called for the servants watching to fetch the maids in waiting. They came and dressed Korina in the most splendid clothing, and her father and his whole court came and wished her happiness in her marriage with King Thrushbeard. Gwendolyn sighed and slumped against the wall as she watched the happy couple dance. She was exhausted. Only now could she return to the elders and report her success; she only hoped they didn't think she took too long. Leaving the prince and princess to their festivities, she waved her wand. "So," Aunt Mildred said, sitting among the circle of Fairy Godmothers. "It seems you are to be congratulated on your success, despite the roundabout way you achieved it." Ethel the Timid could only sputter her agreement. "They are happy," Gwendolyn said, holding her head high. "The girl needed to learn various lessons to get her to this point." "Yes but the way you taught those lessons..." "Were necessary." Gwendolyn looked at the elders. She knew they never used seduction as a way of helping their charges, but this was her way. "It worked, did it not?" Mildred eyed her niece, then looked to Ethel. The gray-haired fairy nodded. "I motion that Gwendolyn be given the status of Fairy Godmother to the family of... Thrushbeard... and his descendants. All in favor..." Mildred raised her hand. Ethel raised hers. Slowly, one by one, each circle member raised their hand. Gwendolyn beamed. When the voting was over and the Circle of Elders dispersed, Gwendolyn waited in the hallway for her aunt. Mildred approached and gave her niece a hug. "My dear," the old fairy godmother said, taking Gwendolyn's arm and walking with her down the hall, "I can see where your experience may come in handy. Just promise me you won't resort to such measures with every charge." Gwendolyn grinned. "Come now, Aunt Mildred, you chose me for a reason. You had to know what I was capable of doing; otherwise you could have chosen someone else." "True," Mildred agreed. "And I must give you credit for your restraint during such trials. Your resolve to keep a steady... hand... on the situation is commendable." Gwendolyn blushed. "Were you watching me?" "Every moment, my dear. It was your first assignment after all, and this family line was important to us. To Ethel especially." Gwendolyn sputtered, "Ethel watched too?" Mildred smiled, amused. "Oh yes, she refused to leave her charge completely in your hands, and even interfered the first few... lessons... you taught the girl." Gwendolyn thought of the girl's stubbornness to submit to her husband and join him when he made love to her. "Ethel was the reason she resisted?" Mildred laughed. "She could not believe you would go through such motions to teach the girl a lesson. She only hoped the girl's modesty would win out... but of course, your methods proved stronger." Goodness. Mildred continued. "To Ethel's credit, she did not know the beggar was Thrushbeard, as you call him. She actually thought you were going to have the girl know another man's touch then simply give her to Prince Jarrett." "Oh, Aunt Mildred," Gwendolyn snorted. "Could you honestly think I would simply off the beggar so she would be free? That's a little too devious even for me." "Yes, I give you credit for weaving such a plot. It's what won my vote. I can see you have a certain logic for how you work, and can do things stealthily enough should you come across a more difficult task." "More difficult?" Gwendolyn looked to her aunt. "Oh, deary," Mildred said, "you only had to overcome a girl's stubbornness. It is different when outside forces attack your charge. Why, even now, Renault the Brave from the Society of Fairy Godfathers has been watching his charge sleep for over sixty years, trapped in a spell by an evil witch, surrounded by thorns. He's having to wait out the spell our circle tried to prevent, but his true battle has yet to come." "Gracious!" was all Gwendolyn could say. Sixty years watching someone sleep? How awful! "Well, just watch your charges closely and you will have no trouble, my dear." Mildred patted Gwendolyn's chin and smiled, walking down the corridor to her chamber. Gwendolyn stood, lost in thought, and decided she had been gone from her charges long enough. *** Thank you for reading my take on "King Thrushbeard" by the Grimm Brothers. If you enjoyed the tale, please take two seconds to vote or even more time to comment. The more encouragement I receive, the more "confessions" I will write. Thanks again!