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While they were away, the princess and Meriwyn had disobeyed the prince and gone outside the castle grounds without guard. Of course, it was Meriwyn's duty to accompany her lady, so he hoped she was faultless in the incident and their conversation would be short.
    “Meriwyn,” he said before the washcloth drew too close to his groin and he'd forget his purpose. “Your lady is getting whipped by the prince this afternoon.”
    Meriwyn dropped the washcloth and stared at him with dismay.
    “Do you know why?”
    “M-my lord?”
    “Do you know why she is being chastised?”
    Meriwyn sat back on her heels and gazed at him, blinking. Then her shoulders slumped as she arrived at her conclusion. “Aye,” she answered glumly, “For leaving the castle grounds.”
    “Aye. I know it is your duty to follow your lady wherever she may go, but you also knew it was forbidden.”
    Meriwyn's eyes searched his face. “Yes, my lord,” she said quietly.
    “I hope that you did everything you could to discourage your lady from disobeying her husband.”
    Meriwyn's convulsive swallow and her delay in answering the question told him everything he needed to know. She was a spirited girl, quick-witted and full of opinions. Suddenly, he could imagine her not just following her lady, but encouraging her to disobey. He stood up, water streaming back into the tub. She brought a clean linen cloth and began to dry him when he stepped out of the bath. He caught her wrist as she dried his chest and looked at her with a raised eyebrow. “Meriwyn?”
    Her face had paled. “Yes, my lord?” Her big brown eyes were wide and round, standing out against her light skin.
    “Did you encourage your lady to disobey?”
    Meriwyn tugged at the wrist he had captured. “I had no idea it was a rule the prince meant to enforce,” she said defensively.
    He had to hide his smile, because he truly loved her spirit, preferring a lively woman to a mouse any day. Instead he looked at her sternly. “Then you shall be chastised as well.”
    “No!” she exclaimed and wrenched her wrist from him, stepping back.
    He was surprised by her defiance-- she'd been nothing but eager to please him since they wed.
    She shook her head at him. “I don't need to be... chastised .” She spit out the last word with a little shake of her head, as if to rid it from her tongue. “I understand what I've done wrong and I will not do it again.”
    He hid a smile. “It isn't up to you, Meriwyn. I've decided you do need a spanking and I'm going to give it to you.”
    At that, she whirled around and bolted for the door.
    “Meriwyn!” he roared.
    She froze and turned slowly to face him again, apparently not bold enough to defy his anger. She wrung her hands and abruptly changed her tactics. “I'm sorry, Conrad.” She dropped dramatically to her knees and interlaced her fingers. “I beg your forgiveness,” she pleaded. “Please do not spank me.”
    She was so clearly not contrite, desperate to try anything to get out of her chastisement, that he burst into laughter. She looked up at him hopefully.
    “I could think of a use for you on her knees like that,” he observed lewdly.
    She took a breath, the heave of her chest giving a little bounce to her ample breasts. “You think I do not understand you, sir, but I do.” She swallowed. “And I'm willing.”
    Already aroused from the bath and the idea of chasing her around the room to spank her, his cock went rock hard. Her eyes fell on it and widened slightly. God's blood. He should not-- he absolutely should not-- let her get out of a punishment by offering him sexual favors. Her eyes moved from his face to his engorged cock and her lips parted. His breath grew ragged and he felt his resolve melting...he simply could not resist. He stepped forward. Her small pale hands reached for his length and guided him into her opened mouth. Oh God. So warm, so sweet. He groaned. She licked and sucked tentatively, unsure of what she was doing.