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Spanking of an Elf Priestess

byWriterOfRomance©

It had been the Prince's twenty-first Name Day and the entire city had erupted in royal celebration. A morning of granting Knighthoods, the ever popular "courting of the Prince" where common girls pantomimed the gifting and courting of the prince, - which he nobly played along with every year - and a Parade. Many came to bend the knee and pay their respects to their human future king.

This year there was one glaring exception: The Ladies of The Moon had not paid tribute, nor even acknowledged his royal highness' special day. It was an insult to be sure. Some said it was intended. The elven priestesses had never really taken kindly to the Prince, nor he to them. Some say it was simply a mistake, a misinterpretation between the customs of two very different races.

Regardless, his majesty the king had decided to make an example of the Ladies and had summoned their leader to court. Their most beautiful holy sovereign. The high priestess herself.

A rap on the large double doors of the High Temple of the Moon started it all...

"Open the door in the name of the King!" Thomas Silvercloud himself had come to summon the priestess personally. The move was not without gravitas and some had gathered to witness her summoning already.

A small fairy serving girl appeared, her dress made of purple flowers that kiss against her light green skin. Her brown eyes looked at the gathering of soldiers with a recognition that says she already knows their purpose here. Silently, she gestured for the visitors to follow her down a long hallway to a set of wooden double doors. It was there she took her leave. Silvercloud pushed his way through the doors to what at first appears to be a throne room.

The wide expanse of marble floor held no furniture except for a golden altar at the far end of the room. The guards saw a figure clothed in a white robe and kneeling. They approached while calling out, demanding that they identify themselves.

The kneeling figure's voice is quiet but loud enough to be heard from across the tile expanse, crisp words finding their mark.

"Elanor Horne, High Priestess of the Elves, Protector of our Lands and Provider of Sanctuary." Rising from her position in front of the altar, the figure slowly turned until facing her audience. She lowered her hood to reveal a mass of brown curls. Her chest strained against the front of white robes and, before turning around, the men could see a plump bottom clad in the soft fabric. Coming up to five feet and five inches, the priestess was a good deal shorter than the captain of the guard and the soldiers flanking him. But that didn't prevent her green eyes from flashing, heated with indignation. "Sanctuary my people would not need if your King and Princeling were to hold to their word to preserve our lands."

Her arms spread, indicating the room. The vines that creep up the walls are not as thick as they once were, dead leaves litter the ground.

"They have failed to protect my forest." She sketched a mocking bow, face the picture of scorn; curled lip, baring teeth, eyes glittering with hatred "So you'll forgive me if I don't weep for joy at the young brat's name day." The captain was presented with the back of her white robe once more as she raises her hood once again. "I assume you'll- "

"Arrest the elf witch," said Captain Silvercloud, almost causally. He seemed bored by her and two of the six guards he brought with him advanced on the elf maiden, hooking their arms underneath hers, lifting her to her feet and spinning her around.

"I had hoped for a simple summoning, Lady Horne." The Captain approached her as he spoke, his ceremonial plate clinking as he moved across the floor. Any place of worship or leader therein failing to acknowledge the birthday of any of the royal family is an insult to His Majesty the King." He grabbed her by her chin as he finished. "Insulting his royal highness, the prince is a crime... which you just committed. I have witnesses." A vulpine smile creased his lips as he motioned to his men. "Six of them." The guards chuckled at this and so did their captain.

He let go of her then but not before letting his eyes flick over her ample body. "Bring her. She is wanted at court." The two guards acknowledged and began to drag her out into the street where a crowd had gathered.

The High Priestess's disciples moved to stop the guards from taking their mistress, but she cut them a look and shook her head, silently telling them that their interference would not be necessary. While she hated the thought of stroking Silvercloud's ego, it is not due to any sort of reverence to him or his King. Rather it was the assurance that she could handle herself.

Horne wrenched her arm away from the guards.

"I will come with you," she said, her voice an icy lake meant to douse the fiery spirit of the soldiers. She was a servant of the Gods and a leader to her people. This merited respect. "There's no need for all of this." Her hand gestured to the scene that the procession was making.

Horne then turned to address Silvercloud directly.

"Where would you like me?" Her question was not unprovocative as she took her time looking the man up and down. From the muscles that filled out his armor to the delightful bulge between his legs, the priestess could not help the salacious images that came, unbidden, to her mind.

Her on her knees with Silvercloud's hand tugging her brown tresses back. He fully naked from the waist down and her only in her underthings, sucking on his balls.

Her on top of him, the both of them fully naked, her head thrown back as she rode his cock to completion. Horne doubted he would let her get off him after she came. Instead he would make her keep going until his seed was spent inside of her.

Silvercloud simply smirked and gestured down the main street that led to the palace. "Why, my lady, I want you in the court of the King." His lips curled into a sneer as he continued. "And we will enjoy watching you walk there yourself." The men chuckled once more, clearly no more than lackies serving at the captain's pleasure. "From begins of course."

The sting of his words was superseded only by the light slap of his hand on her perfect ass. The sound was muffled by her silken robe but a healthy thwap could still be heard above the crowd and soldiers laughing. Silvercloud merely gestured anew. "You can choose to walk under your own power or you can be dragged." He leaned in to whisper "I'd much prefer the former. The view is much better."

Horne couldn't help the full body shiver that overtook her when she felt Silvercloud's hand connect with her ass. While she enjoyed the attention to her plump bottom, she'd be thrice damned before she let one of the King's men think he had the upper hand.

So, in full view of the crowd, the priestess bent over to drag her underthings down her legs. Once standing again, she grabbed one of the nearby soldier's wrist and placed them in his outstretched palm. Turning to Silvercloud, she gave her most dazzling smile.

"Much better, wouldn't you agree?"

She turned on her heel with a flip of her curly brown locks and began her walk down the long path, purposefully putting an extra sway in her hips. The lack of undergarments coupled with the size of her rear allowed for her skin show slightly through the fabric, giving an enticing pink target.

The discipline of the soldiers was exemplary and not one of them uttered a sound as the elf maiden stripped herself of her underthings. The gesture had made his manhood twitch and he felt his cock stir and begin to bulge as he watched her stroll down the Main Street, the setting sun causing her robes to take on a sheer quality and exposing her heart shaped ass. He enjoyed the sight for the remainder of the walk until reaching the palace gates.

...

"Mistress Horne," the King bellowed, his voice as iron as the crown on his head. "You have insulted my son on his special day and, ordinarily, I would forgive this impunity with a mild sentencing." His face contorted as his temper rose. "But this new news of your slandering his Royal Highness and your testing the will and patience of my captain..." Silvercloud simply looked over his shoulder with a sinister grin. "... leaves me no choice but to sentence you to ten lashes at court, to be carried out immediately."

A flick of the king's fingers and the guards were on the elven woman, each taking her under the arm and bending her forward. There was a hush as the captain himself approached her from behind and lifted her robes to reveal her bare ass. "Ten lashes, my lady." He said, almost soothingly. "I'll spare the whip and use my hand, seeing as how you seemed to enjoy it so much last time. Any last words before I begin?"

"Your Highness," the priestess said with a sneer, her bent position doing nothing to soothe her indignation. "I would hope you weren't foolish enough to think that I would suddenly submit to your authority."

Horne turned her head to Silvercloud as she felt his presence behind her. Her voice lowered to a whisper so that only he could hear.

"I hope you enjoy yourself, Captain." She gently shook her hips, so her ass cheeks danced, lightly tapping against his armor. "Even though we both know you wish you could do more."

Raising her voice once more, she turned her head to face the throne.

"Do your worst."

The knight smirked and wound up and slapped her right ass cheek hard. There were gasps from the court at the sound. "One," announced the captain.

A second smack reverberated off the marble of the hall before a red palm print began to form. "Two." A third - "three" - and fourth - "four" - blow fell and one female courtier fainted at the sight and sound, so erotic and violent the spectacle was for her to behold. A fifth blow slapped, and the captain enjoyed the sight of the red blotch now obvious against the priestess's porcelain skin. He shifted behind her, switching sides and hands. "Doing alright down there, your holiness?"

Smack! "Six!" Then a seventh blow landed. "Eight!" The Captain was enjoying himself now and he licked his left palm with his long tongue before delivering the ninth blow, hoping to make it sting that much more. "Nine!" He wound up hard for the final blow. "Ten!"

The captain blew on his left hand to relieve the burning sting before pulling her robe back down back over her round ass. "The sentence has been carried out, your Majesty."

"Well done, Captain." The king turned to the priestess. "You may leave now, your holiness."

Unlike the rest of court, the woman on display was no wilting lily. While she did flinch, she certainly never cried out after each punishing spank. To do so would've been to give her punisher too much satisfaction. However, she was gratified when she heard one of the ladies faint dead away from the shock of what she was witnessing in the Great Hall. But perhaps the display was too much for her. The sight of reddening skin, jiggling thighs and air slight with sexual tension.

If one had bothered to look closer, they would notice a subtle shift as the spanking came to a close. The slight rubbing together of the priestess's thighs. How the soldier's hand came away slightly moist (from something other than his own spit).

One might've also noticed that, once her robe was replaced, after she shot the King and his ilk a condescending smile with a regal wave, Horne slipped her golden ring onto the finger of the man who had just warmed her bottom so thoroughly. Her eyes invited him to return the token to her later.

"Well, I'm sure his Majesty enjoyed the show." The priestess bellowed before sketching a cheeky bow. Turning on her heel, she headed for the door, but not without calling over her shoulder.

"Hopefully it'll give you wankers something to jack off to tonight. Maybe if your hands are full, you'll leave my people alone."

As the priestess left the court, there began many conversations about what had happened on that day. Conversations became rumors and rumors became stories of how the lady endured her punishment. Some would say she whimpered and submitted. Some would say she moaned with pleasure and writhed with pleasure between the three guards, her thighs slick with her own juices. One thing was true: that event on the Prince's name day set a path through a series of salacious events that would become legend...

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