As Cathal looked around in his stylishly furnished bedroom, he was once again overwhelmed by the realization that, less than a month ago, he'd been living in a mud hut in the orc lands far to the east.
Cathal had been raised with his mother's people and knew their ways, but he'd always wanted to know more about his human father. His mother had told him that he was some sort of high-ranking noble, who had been stationed at a human outpost not far from her home village. She'd fallen in love with him, and when he spoke sweetly to her, she had eventually agreed to share his bed. He'd shared stories about his homeland, and told her that he would take her with him. But a few months later, he'd left for home, leaving her with nothing but empty promises and a swelling belly.
As the only half-orc for miles around, Cathal had been the subject of a lot of fascination growing up. He and his mother had moved around a lot, and he'd seen a lot of the orcish lands before she passed away.
A few weeks ago, he'd decided to pack his things and travel to the human lands, seeking the father that had left him. He wasn't entirely sure what he had expected him to do – he'd already disowned him once, it didn't seem very likely that the noble would suddenly welcome his son with open arms – but he wanted to see the man's face, and have him explain in his own words why he had left.
Accustomed to being the only half-human among orcs, he soon grew accustomed to being the only half-orc among humans. He soon located his father's castle, but when he approached the gate to seek its master, he learned that his father had already passed away. He was instead brought before Lady Lynette, his father's wife and the new ruler of the surrounding lands.
The lady was not happy when she saw Cathal, but to his relief, her anger was not directed at him. His EXISTENCE troubled him, as it was clear evidence that her husband had been unfaithful to her while he was away, but she couldn't blame Cathal for that.
The lady was a short woman with bright red hair, who seemed to have an inner power that commanded respect. Speaking softly, she still had the strength to bring warriors to her knees. She apologized to Cathal for the way he and his mother had been treated, and offered him a place at the castle. If he would serve her, she would make sure he was well treated for his troubles.
A sudden knock on the door brought him out of his daydreams. “Master Cathal?” a young woman said. He opened the door, and a dark-skinned maid was smiling nervously at him.
“What is it?” he said.
“Well, sir, I wondered if you wanted me to make the bath ready for you. Lady Lynette said you might be tired after your travels?” The girl seemed a bit nervous. Was she scared of him? He'd learned that the orcs didn't have the best reputation in these parts.
“That sounds lovely,” he told her gently, trying his best to seem non-threatening. “I just have a bit of unpacking to do.”
The maid, whose name was Molly, insisted on helping him unpack. While she was in his room, she rarely met his gaze, but whenever he turned away from her, he could almost feel her eyes locked on him. When he turned back to her, she blushed and turned away. After a brief period of tense silence, she started to ask him some questions about who he was and where he was from. He realized that what he'd seen in her eyes wasn't fear, but fascination. For a servant girl, a young half-orc from other lands had to seem strange and exotic, maybe even exciting.
“It must be hard on you, having left your own people behind,” she said.
He shrugged. “I wasn't really any more at home there than here,” he said. “I was just as different. A strange half-human that wandered among them. By human standards, orcs are short and muscular, with dark green skin and red eyes. Since I was as tall as a human, with light green skin, I gathered quite a few comments. When I was in my teens, there was a girl in the village that kept trying to peek at me while I bathed.”
Molly blushed.
“She was a year younger than me, and quite fascinated. While I was down at the river, I spotted her peeking at me through the bushes, and set after her. With my long legs, I quickly caught up with her, and put the squealing and giggling girl across my knees.”
The maid was now staring open-mouthed at him.
“I quickly bared her bottom and started to spank her with the palm of my hand. She squealed and struggled, kicking her legs, but I was strong enough to hold her in place. I moved my hand from cheek to cheek, spanking her for several minutes before she promised to be good. When I let her up, she danced from foot to foot, trying her best to rub the sting out of her seat. It didn't seem to be very effective, but it was funny to watch.”
“Did she leave you alone then?” Molly asked, finally managing to speak.
“Not at all. In fact, she came back to peek at me every single week after that, even though I caught her and spanked her every single time. Imagine that.”
“I am,” she told him. She almost fainted when she realized what she'd said.
Half an hour later, Cathal was relaxing in his bath. The bathtub had been built into the floor, allowing him to just step into it and relax at ground level. From Molly's facial expressions during his little tale, he guessed that she had the same interest in peeking at him that the orc girl had, and perhaps the same eagerness to suffer the consequences.
About a quarter of an hour into his bath, the door opened slightly, and he could see a dark-skinned face blushing furiously as she peeked in. She wasn't very stealthy, and he guessed that she wasn't even trying not to be seen. Maybe she was scared of not being caught.
“You naughty girl! Come here,” he said, jumping out of his bath toward her. If she'd tried to run, he would have found himself in a difficult position – should he let her get away, spoiling the moment, or should he run half-naked through the castle on his first day here? Luckily, she remained rooted to the spot, putting up only a token resistance as he grabbed her arm and dragged her into the room. She made some feeble excuses as he dragged her toward a chair.
He sat down and pulled on her arm, and she squeaked as she landed on his lap.
“Please don't spank my bottom, sir,” she said, wriggling her bottom enticingly.
“It's too late for that,” he told her as he raised her skirt. She squealed as he put his fingers in the waistband of her underwear, pulling it down to her knees. “You knew what the consequences would be, and you did it anyway. You're going to have a very sore backside by the time I'm done with you.”
He smiled as he took in the view. Two dark brown orbs peeked up at him, quivering in anticipation. He gently rubbed them with his hands, enjoying the sight of the goosebumps that appeared on her skin when she felt his hand. Suddenly, he lifted his hand and gave her bottom a hard slap. She squealed again, wriggling around on his lap. He slapped her again.
He massaged her cheeks, then gave her a dozen hard slaps that made her kick her legs, then went right back to rubbing her. He wasn't in any sort of hurry, and he was going to enjoy himself. And as her legs parted, giving him a great view of what lay between them, he could tell that she was enjoying herself as well.
“You've been a very bad girl, Molly. I'm going to spank you until you've paid for your misdeeds.”
“Ouch,” she said, arching her back as the sting in her rear end grew stronger. “Are you going to send me to my room, too?” she asked.
“Maybe,” he told her, as he slapped the lower parts of her bottom. “Or maybe I'll send you to mine, instead.”
“Ooh. I think I'd like that.”
By the time he helped her off his lap, her bottom was bright red, and tears were rolling down her cheeks. But she didn't mind that one bit.
Like the girl from his past, she danced from foot to foot as she tried to rub the sting out, but soon, she placed her hands at the back of his neck and kissed him deeply. He kissed back, their lips locked until they ran out of breath.
Soon, her clothes were off as well, and he picked her up and went back to the bath.
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