Pixie was trying to formulate some kind of excuse, but knew in her heart there was no reason she should have done what she did, with a blur of tears already welling up in her eyes she said "no Sir. I am so sorry I put you through all that trouble, and I know I deserve this. Please Sir, teach me, so I don't get myself into this situation again."
The first 5 or 10 blows came in wicked succession and pixie's tears were streaming down her cheeks. Her right hand involuntarily swept up to block the sting, but as swift as she was Jesse was ready for it. His strong hand pinned hers to the small of her back as the slaps came harder and faster now. Her previously milky white bottom was now a healthy pink and she squirmed on his lap and tried to process the pain.
The Prince kept up the rapid pace until pixie was sobbing and her bottom was a very warm shade of red. Her legs began to kick a little at the end, and he would be taking care of that in just a moment.
When pixie calmed down after the hand spanking stopped the Prince stood her up and led her to the corner, placing her nose there. He put both her hands on top of her head, and she shivered as they slowly stroked down her arms, just past her heaving breasts and down her waist to the hem of her dress. Jesse lifted it at the back and twisted it so it would stay up and keep her stinging bottom exposed.
"Pixie, you will stay in this exact position until I tell you. Do you understand?"
"Yes Sir," she replied.
Jesse's hands lingered on the bare skin of her thighs for a moment longer, and then as he was leaving said, "missy, I want you to think about the worry you caused your mother, and how disappointed we both are in what you did. You know better. Think of what could have happened to you. I will be back soon."
Pixie's tears started anew as her mind reeled at the prospect of what could have happened. What would she have done had those men decided they wanted to rape her? Oh god... And mommy! She would have been worried sick! For the next 10 minutes pixie quietly cried as she thought of how she had let her mother down.
When the Prince returned, he was happy to see she was still exactly how he had left her. "let's finish this up sweetie." He said as he guided her back to the bench. He stood in front of her. "pixie, I'm going to do something that may make you feel uncomfortable at first, but I want you to do this for me."
"Yes Sir, anything." she replied
His hands reached behind her back and deftly, he unfastened her dress and slid it from her shoulders and it piled up around her feet. He reached again behind her and removed the rest of her undergarments. Pixie's chest was heaving, her eyes locked on his as he silently stripped her. Every few movements, his skin would brush hers, sending waves of electricity throughout her.
Jesse sat down on the bench and led the beautiful, naked young pixie back to his lap. When she was there, he pulled his right leg out, and scissored hers with his. He reached behind him and grabbed the bag pixie's mother had brought. From it, he withdrew the wooden spoon from pixies house!
Jesse reached across her and gripped her small wrist behind her back. Pixie realized she was completely immobilized. And suddenly felt familiar wood tapping her still sore bottom.
"oh PLEASE Sir! Not that! I'm so sorry! I'll be a good girl from now on!" she cried
"this is going to hurt, pixie. I want you to learn that you are told NOT to do things for a reason! From this moment on, you will remember this when you want to disobey, do you understand?" the Prince scolded, and she replied through fresh tears,
"yes Sir, I'm so sorry!"
Suddenly it began, and if there had been anyone near this room, they would have heard the young girl screaming and bawling as that wicked spoon rained down, over and over, skillfully wielded by the Prince.
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