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Part of him wanted to guide her, but the desire to observe and enjoy her unschooled attempt won out. She raised her eyes frequently to his face, looking for his reactions and responding to his murmurs of approval.
    As he grew more excited, he wanted more than she knew how to give. He considered taking her by the hair and thrusting into her mouth as he pleased-- she was taking this as her penance, after all-- but he didn't wish her to learn to dislike the act. He took her hand an showed her where he wanted it-- squeezing tight right at the base of his cock-- and then he gently guided her head in and out, increasing the tempo and depth. Her eyes widened and she looked slightly frightened, but she did not protest and he merrily found his way to completion, pulling out of her mouth to spill his seed on the floor in front of her.
    She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and stood up.
    “Did I say you could stand?” he asked.
    “No sir,” she said, dropping immediately to her knees again, her eyes fearfully questioning.
    His lips twisted into a smile. “You may.”
    She made a huffing sound and got to her feet with a stomp. “You toy with me!” she exclaimed indignantly.
    He grinned. “Aye, my lady. But you'd best mind your tone or I'll reconsider my decision not to spank.”
    She blushed and curtsied. “Thank you, my lord.”
    She brought him his clothing and helped him to dress. When he finished, he sat down on a stool and patted his knee. “Come here, Meriwyn.”
    She started to approach and then hesitated. Did he wish her to sit upon his lap or lie over it? He laughed openly when he saw her indecision, which made her cheeks grow hot. “Come here, I wish to speak with you,” he said firmly. She stepped forward, hesitatingly.
    When she had drawn close enough, he reached for her, pulling her to sit. She gave a deep sigh of relief. He cupped the side of her head with one hand and turned it so that she was forced to look at him. Her eyes danced along the collar of his tunic. “Look at me,” he said gently.
    She obeyed, lifting her eyes to meet his dark-lashed hazel ones.
    “You are not to encourage your lady to disobey the prince. The next time she is chastised, you will be chastised as well. And you shall not distract me from my purpose a second time by offering me what already is mine to take.”
    “As I promised, my lord, I shall not make the same mistake again,” she said in a rush. She didn't know why he found this so amusing, but it was decidedly better than his yelling, which had frightened her so badly she'd nearly wet herself.
    He pushed her off his lap and gave her bottom a pat. She felt her face flush again as she thought about that hand actually smacking her bottom in earnest. He quirked a knowing smile at her and stood up, giving the top of her head a kiss. “I need to check on things here at the keep, but I'll see you at supper,” he said.
    She curtsied and then sighed when he left. By Our Lady, he'd meant to spank her. Meriwyn was shocked. Of course, husbands spank wives. This should not come as such a surprise to her. But she'd never imagined she would be subject to chastisement. And she certainly hadn't imagined the princess would be. She felt horrible for encouraging her lady to disobey and causing her to be whipped. They'd both thought the rule was silly, and she'd told her no one would stop them with the prince away. No one had-- but apparently their excursion had not gone unnoticed.
    Should she go to her lady now? She opened the door and walked down the hall to the prince and princess's room. The door was closed. She hesitated and then shamelessly put her ear to the door. She heard the sound of low voices-- both the prince's and her lady's. She turned and quickly retreated.
    Her lady did not call for her before supper, so she waited for a glimpse of her in the great hall and watched when she emerged down the stairs with the prince. Meriwyn didn't know what she'd expected, but she was