Me and the Wicked Witch, Original
Title: Me and the Wicked Witch
Fandom: Original
Rating: R
Warnings: D/s, sillyness
Notes: Written for newtypeshadow for adventchallenge based on the prompt "Fairy tale porn (or clear romance)--but with an unlikely couple."
You know how the story goes, right? You rescue the princess, and you take her back to her father, the King, and then you get married and you live happily ever after. Turns out, that's not exactly what happens every time.
The princess in question is named Lola, and me, well, they call me Burt, but really, my name is Turbertus. I did rescue her, but she wasn't in any mortal danger, she had just run away to her aunt's house, and the King didn't know where she was. Thing is, her aunt is a witch, so she had hidden Lola from the King's soldiers, and that's why there was a reward out. I'm sure she would have been returned eventually, probably when she wanted to be, but you know how kings are. So I rescued Lola, and she wasn't very grateful. You'd think she would be, but she wanted to stay with her aunt and not be a princess (not that I blame her), so I had to tie her up to get her back to the castle. The King was of course grateful, and he announced that we would get married as soon as the preparations were made.
Now, preparations for a royal wedding take a lot of time, and that was lucky, because otherwise I might have ended up married to Lola, and we'd both be unhappy. As it was, we had time to get to know each other, and realized we would not have a good marriage. I like her, no doubt about it, but she is a princess, trained to obey, even if she doesn't always, and I prefer my women a bit more... forceful. And so does she. Prefer women, I mean. So you see where it would have gone wrong.
There was just nothing for it, I would have to disappear. No one would come chasing after me, as they would Lola, and the hiding place was obvious. Her aunt.
Lola helped me sneak out in the middle of the night, and she sent with me a letter to her aunt which explained the situation.
A word on her aunt, perhaps. She is a few years older than me, but not much. She's the Queen's younger sister, and the Queen had Lola when she was newly married. Really, she's closer to me in age than Lola is, because Lola was so young when I met her the first time, much too young to get married. They are both beautiful, though, as is the Queen, but I much prefer Gladiola's (yes, that is her name) less perfectly kept visage, the way she wears trousers, like a man, and the way her ample bosom pushes at every shirt she wears.
When I first came to Gladiola she was not very happy to see me, as you can imagine. I gave her the letter Lola had written, and she read it. When she came to the end of it there was an evil smile on her face. I've since come to recognize that smile, and it's always the prelude to wonderful and terrible things. It sends shivers through me just thinking about it now, but then, the first time I saw it, it filled me with dread.
"So, you have come for my protection, after what you did to my niece," she said. "What makes you think I would give it?" She circled around me where I stood.
"It would be beneficial to Lola too, ma'am," I said, trying not to let my voice shake. She snorted.
"Yes, perhaps. But still, such a deed cannot go unpunished," she said.
"No, ma'am," I agreed, because I desperately needed her help.
"Good, we agree. Now, remove your clothing," she said, sitting down on the sofa she had in her cottage. I did as she asked, with shaking hands. I had no idea why, but something in her voice just made me want to obey. Of course, I know now why.
She motioned me over, and made me lie down over her lap. It was strange, being naked while she was still clothed, but it was exciting. Maybe a bit too exciting really, and I was afraid she would notice. She didn't, or pretended she didn't.
"I'm going to spank you now, as you maybe have already figured out," she said. "I think thirty is enough of punishment for this, don't you?"
"Yes, ma'am," I said, and she put her hand gently on my bottom and stroked it a little.
"Good. Now, I want you to count them. If you make a mistake, we shall start from the beginning. Understood?"
"Yes, ma'am," I said, and she started.
I had never experienced something so exquisite before. Her hand on my bare bottom, the power she held over me, the pain of the slaps. I almost lost myself in it, but I managed to continue counting all the way through. When she finished I was desperate, and there was no way she could not feel my desperation through the fabric of her trousers. She stroked me on my bottom, and her hand on the sore flesh made me shiver again.
"Hmm, whatever shall we do with this little problem?" she said. "I don't feel you have deserved a reward, do you?"
"No, ma'am," I answered, a bit surprised that my voice held as steady as it did.
"No, I think you should put your clothes back on instead," she said, and when I didn't rise immediately she slapped me lightly. "Well?"
"Yes, ma'am," I said, and stood up. She watched me the entire time, and it made me blush in shame and arousal, yet I could not cover myself up. I got dressed, carefully, and when I had I stood in front of her.
"Yes, I think you and I will find a way to get along nicely," she said. "Now, there is wood that needs to be chopped, and I have a spell to work. Off you go." I went, and despite the hard physical work my erection did not go down. I didn't dare touch myself either, for I didn't know what she would think of that.
After this, there were rules laid down, for us both to obey, and many more encounters like this one, and even more satisfying ones, but I shall always remember this, the first time, and cherish it in my heart.
Fandom: Original
Rating: R
Warnings: D/s, sillyness
Notes: Written for newtypeshadow for adventchallenge based on the prompt "Fairy tale porn (or clear romance)--but with an unlikely couple."
You know how the story goes, right? You rescue the princess, and you take her back to her father, the King, and then you get married and you live happily ever after. Turns out, that's not exactly what happens every time.
The princess in question is named Lola, and me, well, they call me Burt, but really, my name is Turbertus. I did rescue her, but she wasn't in any mortal danger, she had just run away to her aunt's house, and the King didn't know where she was. Thing is, her aunt is a witch, so she had hidden Lola from the King's soldiers, and that's why there was a reward out. I'm sure she would have been returned eventually, probably when she wanted to be, but you know how kings are. So I rescued Lola, and she wasn't very grateful. You'd think she would be, but she wanted to stay with her aunt and not be a princess (not that I blame her), so I had to tie her up to get her back to the castle. The King was of course grateful, and he announced that we would get married as soon as the preparations were made.
Now, preparations for a royal wedding take a lot of time, and that was lucky, because otherwise I might have ended up married to Lola, and we'd both be unhappy. As it was, we had time to get to know each other, and realized we would not have a good marriage. I like her, no doubt about it, but she is a princess, trained to obey, even if she doesn't always, and I prefer my women a bit more... forceful. And so does she. Prefer women, I mean. So you see where it would have gone wrong.
There was just nothing for it, I would have to disappear. No one would come chasing after me, as they would Lola, and the hiding place was obvious. Her aunt.
Lola helped me sneak out in the middle of the night, and she sent with me a letter to her aunt which explained the situation.
A word on her aunt, perhaps. She is a few years older than me, but not much. She's the Queen's younger sister, and the Queen had Lola when she was newly married. Really, she's closer to me in age than Lola is, because Lola was so young when I met her the first time, much too young to get married. They are both beautiful, though, as is the Queen, but I much prefer Gladiola's (yes, that is her name) less perfectly kept visage, the way she wears trousers, like a man, and the way her ample bosom pushes at every shirt she wears.
When I first came to Gladiola she was not very happy to see me, as you can imagine. I gave her the letter Lola had written, and she read it. When she came to the end of it there was an evil smile on her face. I've since come to recognize that smile, and it's always the prelude to wonderful and terrible things. It sends shivers through me just thinking about it now, but then, the first time I saw it, it filled me with dread.
"So, you have come for my protection, after what you did to my niece," she said. "What makes you think I would give it?" She circled around me where I stood.
"It would be beneficial to Lola too, ma'am," I said, trying not to let my voice shake. She snorted.
"Yes, perhaps. But still, such a deed cannot go unpunished," she said.
"No, ma'am," I agreed, because I desperately needed her help.
"Good, we agree. Now, remove your clothing," she said, sitting down on the sofa she had in her cottage. I did as she asked, with shaking hands. I had no idea why, but something in her voice just made me want to obey. Of course, I know now why.
She motioned me over, and made me lie down over her lap. It was strange, being naked while she was still clothed, but it was exciting. Maybe a bit too exciting really, and I was afraid she would notice. She didn't, or pretended she didn't.
"I'm going to spank you now, as you maybe have already figured out," she said. "I think thirty is enough of punishment for this, don't you?"
"Yes, ma'am," I said, and she put her hand gently on my bottom and stroked it a little.
"Good. Now, I want you to count them. If you make a mistake, we shall start from the beginning. Understood?"
"Yes, ma'am," I said, and she started.
I had never experienced something so exquisite before. Her hand on my bare bottom, the power she held over me, the pain of the slaps. I almost lost myself in it, but I managed to continue counting all the way through. When she finished I was desperate, and there was no way she could not feel my desperation through the fabric of her trousers. She stroked me on my bottom, and her hand on the sore flesh made me shiver again.
"Hmm, whatever shall we do with this little problem?" she said. "I don't feel you have deserved a reward, do you?"
"No, ma'am," I answered, a bit surprised that my voice held as steady as it did.
"No, I think you should put your clothes back on instead," she said, and when I didn't rise immediately she slapped me lightly. "Well?"
"Yes, ma'am," I said, and stood up. She watched me the entire time, and it made me blush in shame and arousal, yet I could not cover myself up. I got dressed, carefully, and when I had I stood in front of her.
"Yes, I think you and I will find a way to get along nicely," she said. "Now, there is wood that needs to be chopped, and I have a spell to work. Off you go." I went, and despite the hard physical work my erection did not go down. I didn't dare touch myself either, for I didn't know what she would think of that.
After this, there were rules laid down, for us both to obey, and many more encounters like this one, and even more satisfying ones, but I shall always remember this, the first time, and cherish it in my heart.