Nathaniel still found it hard to grasp just how much his life had changed. A few months ago, he'd been a young farmer trying to eke out a living on the outskirts of civilization. Now, he was being hailed as a champion, and many believed he was the Chosen One that would free the Valley of Mirth from the clutches of the evil Baron.
For the last month or so, he had been travelling in the company of Laenarisa, a Cleric who had offered to be his guide and advisor. The young woman had the services of the Temple at her disposal and was a well-read scholar, but she was quiet and rarely spoke. They'd just had an unpleasant encounter with some bandits, and while Nathaniel had managed to overcome them, she'd suggested that they should lay low in a small village for a few weeks and rest.
When they found a suitable village, Laenarisa decided to buy supplies and see if she could find some better maps of the area, and asked Nathaniel to hire rooms at the inn for them. He was now sitting in the inn's common room, sipping a mug of ale while he waited for her to return.
"Excuse me? You're new here, aren't you? I'd remember seeing you before," a sweet voice said. He glanced up to see a slim, attractive girl with blonde hair, wearing a simple cotton dress. She smiled. "Do you mind if I sit down?"
He smiled back at her. "I would be delighted if you did. Can I get you a drink? I'm Nathaniel."
"Thank you. I'm Thea."
She sat down next to him, and they started chatting. Nathaniel gave her his most roguish grin as she giggled at one of his lamer jokes; the day was turning out to be quite delightful, and it was a long time since he'd enjoyed himself so much.
"I've procured the maps, Nathaniel. Are you busy?" a voice said tersely. He looked up to see Laenarisa standing nearby, her eyes cold as she looked at him.
"Hello, Lenna" he said, smiling up at her. "Was there anything else worth seeing in the village? Thea, this is Laenarisa, a Cleric who travels with me. Laenarisa, this is –"
"Yes, well, I'm sure the young lady has some livestock she should be looking after, so we shouldn't detain her any longer," Laenarisa commented frostily. "Good day, Thea."
Casting a glance at Nathaniel, Thea rose and hurriedly left the table. Nathaniel studied Laenarisa as she sat down. "What's wrong with you today, Lenna? You didn't have to be rude."
"You are a very important person, Nathaniel. You cannot waste time on frivolities, or chatting to every peasant who walks past," she replied in a voice suddenly devoid of emotion. She waved a hand at the barmaid to order a drink.
"I thought we were here to relax and enjoy ourselves?" he said sceptically. "Doesn't sound like we're going to be busy, and I can think of few ways of spending my time that are more enjoyable than flirting with a cute girl."
She scowled at him. "Cute? Her? You really think so? No, Champion. A man like you deserves…" She glanced away, staring at the wall. "Someone better." She tried to hide it, but it was clear she was hurt.
As Nathaniel looked at her, a lot of things suddenly began to make sense to him. He could have kicked himself. "I'm so sorry, Lenna. I never realized how you felt. Believe me, I would not have flirted with her if I had known. I didn't mean to hurt you, and I'm sorry." He knew that she was intelligent, kind, and attractive, but her stiffness and reserved nature had previously prevented him from viewing her as a romantic potential.
Laenarisa blushed, glaring at him. "Don't be absurd, Nathaniel! I'm a pure, virtuous Cleric," she scoffed. "I do not have those kinds of emotions. I'm only travelling with you for the benefit of all mankind."
He grinned; there was something about the look on her face that suggested that, despite her words, he'd struck closer to the mark than she was comfortable with. He inched closer to her. She didn't shy away from him, but her face grew even redder, and the hand that held her cup was trembling slightly. "You're cute when you blush. Has anyone ever told you that?"
"I am neither blushing nor cute," she insisted. She glared at him, her face now almost scarlet.
He tutted. "That's a lie. A Cleric shouldn't lie, should she? How naughty. Maybe I should spank you." A small squeak escaped her lips, and she clung to the cup so tightly that her knuckles turned white. He could almost hear her heart beating.
She took a long sip, avoiding his gaze, before suddenly whispering "You're right." She glanced up at him. "NOT, I hasten to add, in your absurd assumptions about my feelings for you, or about my cuteness – or lack thereof." She tossed her hair. "But I have not served you as well as I should, and a spanking would be a suitable punishment for my failure."
Once again, Nathaniel found himself reevaluating his companion. Not only was there a living, breathing woman beneath her cold exterior, but she had a kinky side as well.
She rose and tossed a few coins to the barmaid to settle their tab, before returning to the table. "Let's go up to your room. I assume you weren't planning to spank me here?" She suddenly turned pale. "You… Y-you weren't planning that, were you? Please tell me you weren't." She bit her lip nervously.
She looked so adorable standing there that Nathaniel felt an urge to tell her that yes, she would be spanked in the common room, but he managed to resist it. "Let's go," he said, rising to his feet. She breathed a sigh of relief.
He followed her upstairs, grinning at the sight. Laenarisa had always worn trousers while travelling, as a skirt or dress would too easily snag in thickets and hinder her in combat, and he'd never before appreciated just how tight they were. As he watched her swaying hips ascend the stairs, he thought about how much he would enjoy smacking her beautiful buns.
He opened the door to the room. It didn't contain much in the way of furniture apart from the bed, but then again, he didn't need much more. He sat down on the bed. "Over my knee," he told her, patting his thigh. She immediately obeyed, placing herself face-down over his lap with her bottom raised. He stroked the seat of her tight trousers. "Are you ready for your spanking, Lenna?"
"I'm ready," she said, her voice trembling slightly. He lifted his hand and began to spank her.
His hand moved from cheek to cheek, slapping down on her muscular rear end with a loud clap. She shifted a little over his lap, but didn't cry out or protest. He continued like this for a few minutes, then stopped. "Your trousers are too thick. Stand up."
She obeyed, rubbing the seat of her trousers with a ghost of a smile on her face, but quickly assumed a repentant expression when she noticed that he was watching her.
"Take your trousers down," he ordered. She blushed, but obeyed instantly, lowering her trousers to reveal a pair of white drawers. She then placed herself back over his lap without being told.
He briefly caressed the seat of her underwear, enjoying the feeling of her drawers under his palm, before continuing to spank her. The smacks sounded more muffled on the softer fabric, but her exclamations didn't – she was soon squirming around on his lap, squealing as his hand slammed down on her bottom.
He continued to spank her for several minutes, grinning as he watched her squirm over his lap. Her little squeals soon turned to yelps, and she had begun to kick her legs, but she still wasn't protesting.
When her yelps turned into moans, however, he raised an eyebrow. "I think you are enjoying this a little too much, Lenna. This was supposed to be a punishment, remember?"
Her face turned bright red. "I-I'm not ENJOYING this at all," she insisted, glaring up at him.
To her shock, he suddenly whisked her drawers down, baring her bottom. He placed his fingers gently on her sex to confirm that she was soaking wet. "Lying to me again, Lenna? You really are a naughty girl. I must spank you extra hard." And his hand slapped down on her bare bottom.
Laenarisa bucked and bounced on his lap, squirming as her bottom slowly turned from pink to red. Tears had begun to fall, but no matter how much she kicked her legs, she never asked him to stop.
By the time he ended the spanking, her bottom was bright red and hot to the touch. He helped her up into a sitting position and dried her tears. When he placed the first kiss on her lips, she melted into his embrace.
"So," he said, running his fingers through her hair. "What are your REAL feelings for me? No lying, now."
"I love you," she admitted, gazing into his eyes. "I was attracted to you, but I didn't want to… You're the champion! The Chosen One! I'm just… me!" She sniffled.
"I love you too," he told her, giving her another kiss. This one was longer. "I love you just the way you are, and if you try to denigrate yourself again, or lie to me by telling me you aren't cute, I'm putting you back over my lap. Is that clear?"
"That's not the deterrent you seem to think it is," she mumbled.
He chuckled. "Did you enjoy your spanking, then?"
"It was the most wonderful thing to ever happen to me," she gushed "Can we do it again soon? I'd like you to put me to bed with a spanking every single night."
"Put you to bed?" he asked teasingly, smiling lasciviously. "Or TAKE you to bed?"
She avoided his gaze, licking her lips. "Whatever you prefer, Champion. I'm your willing servant, my only desire it so serve you, and your wish is my command." She gazed up at him. "May I have another kiss, please?"
"As you wish," he told her, giving her the finest kiss she'd ever experienced.
For the last month or so, he had been travelling in the company of Laenarisa, a Cleric who had offered to be his guide and advisor. The young woman had the services of the Temple at her disposal and was a well-read scholar, but she was quiet and rarely spoke. They'd just had an unpleasant encounter with some bandits, and while Nathaniel had managed to overcome them, she'd suggested that they should lay low in a small village for a few weeks and rest.
When they found a suitable village, Laenarisa decided to buy supplies and see if she could find some better maps of the area, and asked Nathaniel to hire rooms at the inn for them. He was now sitting in the inn's common room, sipping a mug of ale while he waited for her to return.
"Excuse me? You're new here, aren't you? I'd remember seeing you before," a sweet voice said. He glanced up to see a slim, attractive girl with blonde hair, wearing a simple cotton dress. She smiled. "Do you mind if I sit down?"
He smiled back at her. "I would be delighted if you did. Can I get you a drink? I'm Nathaniel."
"Thank you. I'm Thea."
She sat down next to him, and they started chatting. Nathaniel gave her his most roguish grin as she giggled at one of his lamer jokes; the day was turning out to be quite delightful, and it was a long time since he'd enjoyed himself so much.
"I've procured the maps, Nathaniel. Are you busy?" a voice said tersely. He looked up to see Laenarisa standing nearby, her eyes cold as she looked at him.
"Hello, Lenna" he said, smiling up at her. "Was there anything else worth seeing in the village? Thea, this is Laenarisa, a Cleric who travels with me. Laenarisa, this is –"
"Yes, well, I'm sure the young lady has some livestock she should be looking after, so we shouldn't detain her any longer," Laenarisa commented frostily. "Good day, Thea."
Casting a glance at Nathaniel, Thea rose and hurriedly left the table. Nathaniel studied Laenarisa as she sat down. "What's wrong with you today, Lenna? You didn't have to be rude."
"You are a very important person, Nathaniel. You cannot waste time on frivolities, or chatting to every peasant who walks past," she replied in a voice suddenly devoid of emotion. She waved a hand at the barmaid to order a drink.
"I thought we were here to relax and enjoy ourselves?" he said sceptically. "Doesn't sound like we're going to be busy, and I can think of few ways of spending my time that are more enjoyable than flirting with a cute girl."
She scowled at him. "Cute? Her? You really think so? No, Champion. A man like you deserves…" She glanced away, staring at the wall. "Someone better." She tried to hide it, but it was clear she was hurt.
As Nathaniel looked at her, a lot of things suddenly began to make sense to him. He could have kicked himself. "I'm so sorry, Lenna. I never realized how you felt. Believe me, I would not have flirted with her if I had known. I didn't mean to hurt you, and I'm sorry." He knew that she was intelligent, kind, and attractive, but her stiffness and reserved nature had previously prevented him from viewing her as a romantic potential.
Laenarisa blushed, glaring at him. "Don't be absurd, Nathaniel! I'm a pure, virtuous Cleric," she scoffed. "I do not have those kinds of emotions. I'm only travelling with you for the benefit of all mankind."
He grinned; there was something about the look on her face that suggested that, despite her words, he'd struck closer to the mark than she was comfortable with. He inched closer to her. She didn't shy away from him, but her face grew even redder, and the hand that held her cup was trembling slightly. "You're cute when you blush. Has anyone ever told you that?"
"I am neither blushing nor cute," she insisted. She glared at him, her face now almost scarlet.
He tutted. "That's a lie. A Cleric shouldn't lie, should she? How naughty. Maybe I should spank you." A small squeak escaped her lips, and she clung to the cup so tightly that her knuckles turned white. He could almost hear her heart beating.
She took a long sip, avoiding his gaze, before suddenly whispering "You're right." She glanced up at him. "NOT, I hasten to add, in your absurd assumptions about my feelings for you, or about my cuteness – or lack thereof." She tossed her hair. "But I have not served you as well as I should, and a spanking would be a suitable punishment for my failure."
Once again, Nathaniel found himself reevaluating his companion. Not only was there a living, breathing woman beneath her cold exterior, but she had a kinky side as well.
She rose and tossed a few coins to the barmaid to settle their tab, before returning to the table. "Let's go up to your room. I assume you weren't planning to spank me here?" She suddenly turned pale. "You… Y-you weren't planning that, were you? Please tell me you weren't." She bit her lip nervously.
She looked so adorable standing there that Nathaniel felt an urge to tell her that yes, she would be spanked in the common room, but he managed to resist it. "Let's go," he said, rising to his feet. She breathed a sigh of relief.
He followed her upstairs, grinning at the sight. Laenarisa had always worn trousers while travelling, as a skirt or dress would too easily snag in thickets and hinder her in combat, and he'd never before appreciated just how tight they were. As he watched her swaying hips ascend the stairs, he thought about how much he would enjoy smacking her beautiful buns.
He opened the door to the room. It didn't contain much in the way of furniture apart from the bed, but then again, he didn't need much more. He sat down on the bed. "Over my knee," he told her, patting his thigh. She immediately obeyed, placing herself face-down over his lap with her bottom raised. He stroked the seat of her tight trousers. "Are you ready for your spanking, Lenna?"
"I'm ready," she said, her voice trembling slightly. He lifted his hand and began to spank her.
His hand moved from cheek to cheek, slapping down on her muscular rear end with a loud clap. She shifted a little over his lap, but didn't cry out or protest. He continued like this for a few minutes, then stopped. "Your trousers are too thick. Stand up."
She obeyed, rubbing the seat of her trousers with a ghost of a smile on her face, but quickly assumed a repentant expression when she noticed that he was watching her.
"Take your trousers down," he ordered. She blushed, but obeyed instantly, lowering her trousers to reveal a pair of white drawers. She then placed herself back over his lap without being told.
He briefly caressed the seat of her underwear, enjoying the feeling of her drawers under his palm, before continuing to spank her. The smacks sounded more muffled on the softer fabric, but her exclamations didn't – she was soon squirming around on his lap, squealing as his hand slammed down on her bottom.
He continued to spank her for several minutes, grinning as he watched her squirm over his lap. Her little squeals soon turned to yelps, and she had begun to kick her legs, but she still wasn't protesting.
When her yelps turned into moans, however, he raised an eyebrow. "I think you are enjoying this a little too much, Lenna. This was supposed to be a punishment, remember?"
Her face turned bright red. "I-I'm not ENJOYING this at all," she insisted, glaring up at him.
To her shock, he suddenly whisked her drawers down, baring her bottom. He placed his fingers gently on her sex to confirm that she was soaking wet. "Lying to me again, Lenna? You really are a naughty girl. I must spank you extra hard." And his hand slapped down on her bare bottom.
Laenarisa bucked and bounced on his lap, squirming as her bottom slowly turned from pink to red. Tears had begun to fall, but no matter how much she kicked her legs, she never asked him to stop.
By the time he ended the spanking, her bottom was bright red and hot to the touch. He helped her up into a sitting position and dried her tears. When he placed the first kiss on her lips, she melted into his embrace.
"So," he said, running his fingers through her hair. "What are your REAL feelings for me? No lying, now."
"I love you," she admitted, gazing into his eyes. "I was attracted to you, but I didn't want to… You're the champion! The Chosen One! I'm just… me!" She sniffled.
"I love you too," he told her, giving her another kiss. This one was longer. "I love you just the way you are, and if you try to denigrate yourself again, or lie to me by telling me you aren't cute, I'm putting you back over my lap. Is that clear?"
"That's not the deterrent you seem to think it is," she mumbled.
He chuckled. "Did you enjoy your spanking, then?"
"It was the most wonderful thing to ever happen to me," she gushed "Can we do it again soon? I'd like you to put me to bed with a spanking every single night."
"Put you to bed?" he asked teasingly, smiling lasciviously. "Or TAKE you to bed?"
She avoided his gaze, licking her lips. "Whatever you prefer, Champion. I'm your willing servant, my only desire it so serve you, and your wish is my command." She gazed up at him. "May I have another kiss, please?"
"As you wish," he told her, giving her the finest kiss she'd ever experienced.
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