Princess Amelia and the King.

Amelia is a 17 year old princess with long fiery auburn hair and soft pale blue grey eyes and soft milky white skin. She tends to get herself into trouble with boys and having a smart mouth. Today is like any other day, but with one small difference… Today she will be spanked for the first, but definitely not the last time.

“Amelia, this is just unacceptable.”
She heard him say as he walked into the room.

I cringe at the sound of his voice, I have never heard him so disappointed.

Today I was caught roaming around the woods with Rory Williams, the most handsome man I have ever laid eyes on and now I am about to feel the wrath of my father the king for doing so.

“I’m so sorry, Father.” I whimper out pitifully.

“You’re sorry means nothing to me Amelia. I have told you many times.not to go into the woods with that boy, he is not like us, he is a commoner and I don’t trust his intentions with you. I think we are going to have to deal with this in a different manner this time, I am afraid I must teach you a lesson you will not soon forget.”

“What does that mean, Father?”

“It means I am going to spank you.”

“You can’t! I am a princess!”

“I can and I most certainly will. Now go up to your chambers and take off all of your clothes until you are left in your dressing gown, lay over your bed with the dress pulled up. I will be there shortly.”

How am I to argue? What will he do if I refuse?

I test my luck… “No! I will not!”

Without missing a beat he hauls me up and over his knee, whips up my skirts and plants one hard, vicious smack across my thigh.
“Get up to your chamber now or I will spank you twice as hard, for twice as long!”

I knew then he was serious and I was really in for it. Father has never spanked me before or even threatened, I must have really upset him.


“Yes, sir. I will see you in a bit then.”

As I travel up to my chambers I am lost in thought.

What will it feel like?
Will he still be upset with me later?
Why is he spanking me now, was I really that bad?

I really don’t want to do this…

I finally reach my chambers and do as I am told, I stripped down to my dressing gown, and lay myself over my lounge seat and wait for my father to come in.

I am terrified…

After what seemed like a day, actually only an hour, I hear my door open and hear a sigh or relief from his lips. Seems I have finally done something right, maybe he will take it easy on me.

“Thank you for doing as I asked, but don’t think this will help to ease your punishment.”

No such luck on having it easy…

“I am overwhelmingly disappointed in you for running off to the woods with that boy. Amelia, I know he is a nice boy, and I know that you find him quite fascinating, but I have asked you not to go around with him. You are a princess, and princesses don’t socialize with common boys like him, and especially not disappear with them to do God knows what. You should be ashamed of yourself. Now I am going to start to spank you with my hand, and after that we will discuss how to proceed further. Sit still or I ensure you the situation will only get worse.”

I take a deep breath and as soon as I exhale, I feel it.


“OH MY GOD!” I exclaim out of sheer surprise.


Okay this really hurts… “Daddy, please stop!” I try to make this come out as calmly as possible but I think I’m failing.

“No Amelia, you have no one to blame for this but yourself, now be quiet and take your punishment like a big girl.”

I quiet myself once more and ready myself for the assault.

As the spanking continues, I yelp and cringe with every smack. Each smack feels like it hurts more than the last and I am starting to feel warm and sore. I have a feeling that this might be just the beginning, he seems to be very upset this time.

Finally he stops and I start to get up. I’m immediately pushed back down.
“I told you not to move or this would all get a lot worse.”

“I thought we were done, Father.”I whimper out with tears beginning to form in my eyes.

“We were about half way done, but now I am reconsidering. I will have to think on if you need more when I am done with the next part. Stay here, I will be back in a moment.” He leaves the room and I slump down and sob.

When he returns I see he has some sort of leather strap in his hands and my whole body just melts out of sheer desperation. I have seen this strap before, it is the same strap I heard my brother punished with when I was a small child, I remember the crys coming out of his room and I had never saw him cry until that day.

“Please Father, I promise I will never see that boy again, just please don’t punish me with that! I will do everything that you say without question. Please don’t do this to me!”

“Bend over and shut your mouth!”

I do as I am told but start to sob uncontrollably.


I yelp as I feel it land on the seat of my already tender bottom. It feels like I have just been burned, I cry. That was only the first one and I already don’t want to continue.


Each time another stroke lands I feel like I am being torn apart, burned over and over again. I’m now sobbing so uncontrollably I cannot see, I cannot move and yet he continues.


I’m going to die.


Will this ever end?


“I’M SO SORRY DADDY!” I scream as he lands smack after smack across my red hot, sore bottom.

Finally he stops.

“Amelia, I am going to give you a second to compose yourself and then I am going to start again, but this time I want you to count them. If you don’t count a stroke, I will begin again, understood?”

“Please no more, Father! I cannot bare it any longer!” I sniffle out between gasping breaths.

He smacks me hard with his hand right across what I can only imagine is a welt.

“That was not the answer I was looking for.”

“Yes, sir. I will count them and will not miss even one stroke.” I sob out quickly, hoping it will all be over soon.

“I am going to give you 10 more plus 5 more for smarting back, miss 1 and the count will start again.”

“Yes, sir.”


The assault continues until he has reached 10 at which time he stops and gives me a moment to catch my breath.

“I am about to give you 5 more for smarting off, I have changed my mind on counting, I believe you have endured enough and I will get it over with quickly. These are going to be harder than the rest so as to drive my point home, if you move I will start over. You will not be seeing that boy again, your attitude will improve and we will be back to visit this issue in a weeks time when I will remind you of what we have learned today.”

And so it began again…


When he was finished I felt as though I might die from how much pain I was in, but then to my surprise I was swept up into his arms.

“Amelia, I am so sorry we had to do this. I love you, sweetie and I never want to hurt you, but you are so stubborn and you don’t listen to me. I think from now on, I am going to spank you, it seems to be the only way to drive home that you are not supposed to act this way, you are supposed to be a proper princess and do as you are told.”

I sob harder at his kind, loving words, and maybe a little out of fright for what just happened and for what I am sure is to come later.

“Father, I am so sorry. I promise I will be a good girl and I will stay away from that boy. Please let’s not do this again.”

“No, Amelia. We will be doing this again…”