Nathaniel tried his hardest to keep his face neutral and resist the urge to sigh. Being the prophesized Chosen One and champion of the Valley of Mirth had many advantages over his former life as a poor farmer, but there were downsides as well. Today, he was meeting with Bartholomew Blackstone, leader of the Merchant's Guild. They were hoping to forge an alliance against the Baron, but the man had a mercenary nature and an unpleasant disposition. Laenarisa was there to help, but unfortunately, she wasn't being particularly helpful today.
"I don't believe you realize that people are dying," she snapped at the smirking merchant.
Blackstone shrugged. "That is unfortunate, but it's their own fault for not securing supplies before launching their uprising. You cannot expect the members of my organization to make a hasty decision just because some peasants were impatient."
"Mister Blackheart, you cannot –"
His smile disappeared, and he scowled. "It's BlackSTONE, little cleric. Mister BlackSTONE. It's not the first time you've made that mistake, and I'm starting to suspect it is intentional. I suggest you watch your words more carefully, or this interview could have some unpleasant consequences."
Deciding that he needed to act before Laenarisa could dig the hole deeper, Nathaniel took a step forward. "We are very sorry for the mistake, Mister Blackstone. Believe me when I say that it was entirely unintentional, and we meant no disrespect, I assure you." He made a small bow, then placed his arm around Laenarisa's shoulders. "Now, I need to have a little discussion with my companion, so if you will excuse us for a few minutes? Thank you." He turned around, steering Laenarisa towards the stairs.
"Let go of me!" she hissed.
"We are going to find a quiet, isolated spot for a little talk," he told her, still holding her firmly and moving rapidly.
She tried to wriggle free, but it turned out that a farmer used to handling spades and axes was a little stronger than a cleric that rarely lifted anything heavier than a book or a quill. "I don't think this is –"
"I didn't ask you what you thought, I told you what was going to happen," he said quietly, his tone making it clear that his decision was final.
Soon, they were in a remote storeroom. He made sure the door was locked and that no one could interrupt them before he turned to her. "Are you proud of your behaviour so far?" he asked her sternly.
She folded her arms in front of her chest, huffing. "That man is a greedy, heartless exploiter!"
"Of course he is – he's the leader of the Merchant's Guild. It's not a position often filled by philanthropists. However, we could really use his help, so you are going to lose the attitude and start being nice to him."
"I don't have an attitude!" she snapped, glaring.
Nathaniel sighed. "Is that so? I shouldn't be surprised. Do you need a spanking right now, or can it wait until we get back to our room?"
She gaped. "A spanking? Here!? Now?" She glanced around at the stuffy storeroom. "You wouldn't dare!"He took a step forward, looming over her, and she realized a second too late that it had been entirely the wrong thing to say. Before she could react, he'd placed his foot on a barrel, picked her up, and draped her over his leg. In a flash, her trousers and underwear were pulled down, and he began to smack her bare bottom firmly.
"Ow! Nathaniel! Stop it," she whispered insistently. "You can't do this! Ouch! They'll hear!"
"We are in a basement storeroom, far from anyone who could conceivably walk past," he said as he continued to smack her rear end soundly. "And you should be more concerned about your behaviour than any potential audience."
"Ow! Let me down," she demanded, glaring over her shoulder at him. She could try to wriggle free, but she was rather high up off the floor and had no desire to fall down. Besides, he was holding her in place.
"I'll let you go once you've learned your lesson," he told her as he delivered a set of particularly hard swats to the lower parts of her bottom. Laenarisa yelped and squealed, unable to do anything but lie over his leg as he spanked her. His hand moved from cheek to cheek, rapidly painting every inch of her posterior bright pink.
Once he could hear her sniffling, he ended the spanking and put her down. Tears were trickling down her face as she began to rub her burning bottom.
"Are you ready to behave now?" he asked her.
She glared at him. "I WAS behaving," she grumbled, drying her tears. "You didn't have to – No! No more! Put me down! Please!"
To her horror, Nathaniel picked her up and placed her back over his leg. As he continued to spank her, she was shocked to find that the slaps were twice as hard as before. It was clear he was not impressed with her attitude or behaviour.
Nathaniel spanked hard and fast, and she howled as his hand beat down on her backside. The burning pain grew with every blow. Tears were now running freely, and she began to plead for mercy.
"Please! I'll be good! Nathaniel, I'm sorry! I'll behave! I promise! Ow!" But no matter how she pleaded, he continued to spank her – it was clear that she had exhausted his patience.
Eventually, she lay limply across his leg, sobbing pitifully. He finally put her down, hugging her close as he dried her tears. "Are you going to behave now, Lenna?" he asked, using his pet name for her.
"Yes, sir. I'll be good, sir," she told him earnestly.
"Are you going to apologize to Mister Blackstone?"
She pouted, sniffling a little, but quickly conceded when she saw the look on his face. "Yes, sir. I'll apologize and be respectful." She sniffled. "But I won't mean it!"
"That's fine," he assured her. "Saying things you don't mean is what diplomacy is all about. Just know that if you call him "Blackheart" again, I'm giving you another spanking – while he's watching." She shivered, knowing that he meant it.
He continued to comfort her, kissing the tears from her face, and she smiled. In her mind, there was no better feeling than being embraced and kissed just after a spanking.
Eventually, she glanced up at him. "Nathaniel? Are… are you still going to spank me at bedtime?"
"Of course." He gave her lips a gentle kiss. "I wouldn't dream of denying you your good-night spanking just because you were a little naughty today. I'm not that cruel."
She smiled blissfully. "Thank you, sir." She leaned against his chest, listening to the sound of his heart beating as he continued to caress her.
"I don't believe you realize that people are dying," she snapped at the smirking merchant.
Blackstone shrugged. "That is unfortunate, but it's their own fault for not securing supplies before launching their uprising. You cannot expect the members of my organization to make a hasty decision just because some peasants were impatient."
"Mister Blackheart, you cannot –"
His smile disappeared, and he scowled. "It's BlackSTONE, little cleric. Mister BlackSTONE. It's not the first time you've made that mistake, and I'm starting to suspect it is intentional. I suggest you watch your words more carefully, or this interview could have some unpleasant consequences."
Deciding that he needed to act before Laenarisa could dig the hole deeper, Nathaniel took a step forward. "We are very sorry for the mistake, Mister Blackstone. Believe me when I say that it was entirely unintentional, and we meant no disrespect, I assure you." He made a small bow, then placed his arm around Laenarisa's shoulders. "Now, I need to have a little discussion with my companion, so if you will excuse us for a few minutes? Thank you." He turned around, steering Laenarisa towards the stairs.
"Let go of me!" she hissed.
"We are going to find a quiet, isolated spot for a little talk," he told her, still holding her firmly and moving rapidly.
She tried to wriggle free, but it turned out that a farmer used to handling spades and axes was a little stronger than a cleric that rarely lifted anything heavier than a book or a quill. "I don't think this is –"
"I didn't ask you what you thought, I told you what was going to happen," he said quietly, his tone making it clear that his decision was final.
Soon, they were in a remote storeroom. He made sure the door was locked and that no one could interrupt them before he turned to her. "Are you proud of your behaviour so far?" he asked her sternly.
She folded her arms in front of her chest, huffing. "That man is a greedy, heartless exploiter!"
"Of course he is – he's the leader of the Merchant's Guild. It's not a position often filled by philanthropists. However, we could really use his help, so you are going to lose the attitude and start being nice to him."
"I don't have an attitude!" she snapped, glaring.
Nathaniel sighed. "Is that so? I shouldn't be surprised. Do you need a spanking right now, or can it wait until we get back to our room?"
She gaped. "A spanking? Here!? Now?" She glanced around at the stuffy storeroom. "You wouldn't dare!"He took a step forward, looming over her, and she realized a second too late that it had been entirely the wrong thing to say. Before she could react, he'd placed his foot on a barrel, picked her up, and draped her over his leg. In a flash, her trousers and underwear were pulled down, and he began to smack her bare bottom firmly.
"Ow! Nathaniel! Stop it," she whispered insistently. "You can't do this! Ouch! They'll hear!"
"We are in a basement storeroom, far from anyone who could conceivably walk past," he said as he continued to smack her rear end soundly. "And you should be more concerned about your behaviour than any potential audience."
"Ow! Let me down," she demanded, glaring over her shoulder at him. She could try to wriggle free, but she was rather high up off the floor and had no desire to fall down. Besides, he was holding her in place.
"I'll let you go once you've learned your lesson," he told her as he delivered a set of particularly hard swats to the lower parts of her bottom. Laenarisa yelped and squealed, unable to do anything but lie over his leg as he spanked her. His hand moved from cheek to cheek, rapidly painting every inch of her posterior bright pink.
Once he could hear her sniffling, he ended the spanking and put her down. Tears were trickling down her face as she began to rub her burning bottom.
"Are you ready to behave now?" he asked her.
She glared at him. "I WAS behaving," she grumbled, drying her tears. "You didn't have to – No! No more! Put me down! Please!"
To her horror, Nathaniel picked her up and placed her back over his leg. As he continued to spank her, she was shocked to find that the slaps were twice as hard as before. It was clear he was not impressed with her attitude or behaviour.
Nathaniel spanked hard and fast, and she howled as his hand beat down on her backside. The burning pain grew with every blow. Tears were now running freely, and she began to plead for mercy.
"Please! I'll be good! Nathaniel, I'm sorry! I'll behave! I promise! Ow!" But no matter how she pleaded, he continued to spank her – it was clear that she had exhausted his patience.
Eventually, she lay limply across his leg, sobbing pitifully. He finally put her down, hugging her close as he dried her tears. "Are you going to behave now, Lenna?" he asked, using his pet name for her.
"Yes, sir. I'll be good, sir," she told him earnestly.
"Are you going to apologize to Mister Blackstone?"
She pouted, sniffling a little, but quickly conceded when she saw the look on his face. "Yes, sir. I'll apologize and be respectful." She sniffled. "But I won't mean it!"
"That's fine," he assured her. "Saying things you don't mean is what diplomacy is all about. Just know that if you call him "Blackheart" again, I'm giving you another spanking – while he's watching." She shivered, knowing that he meant it.
He continued to comfort her, kissing the tears from her face, and she smiled. In her mind, there was no better feeling than being embraced and kissed just after a spanking.
Eventually, she glanced up at him. "Nathaniel? Are… are you still going to spank me at bedtime?"
"Of course." He gave her lips a gentle kiss. "I wouldn't dream of denying you your good-night spanking just because you were a little naughty today. I'm not that cruel."
She smiled blissfully. "Thank you, sir." She leaned against his chest, listening to the sound of his heart beating as he continued to caress her.
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