Royal Pains: Rain, Rain, Go Away.
Royal Pains:
Rain, Rain, Go Away.
_ "Rain, rain and more rain. That's all it's been for the last few days... is it ever going to stop?"_ Slytheria sighs, her elbows propped up against the open window. Her head rested comfortably in her palms as she gazes out the open window in her chamber.
The moderately severe weather had dampened all of the dragoness' plans for travel to the other towns for official business. Though it made her happy, at the same time it left her little to do other than mope around the dreary castle. Even worse, it was the guards' day off, except for Azsis and he definitely wasn't someone Slytheria was ever excited to see.
Her depression only seems to grow worse, her mind posing suggestions as to what she can do to kill time. Though her thoughts became clutter and tangled with only bits and pieces of ideas, absolutely none of them was going to come to fruition. "Bother, my King asleep... and I have no desire to pad about the castle in search of entertainment. If onl-" the dragoness turns around as she hears the chamber doors begin to creak open and in stepped in, of all people, Azsis. Just the sight of that beam always displayed on his lips is enough to make the dragoness groan in displeasure.
Ok, I'm sorry... I take that back, I'd rather bathe in my depression for the entire day, she pleads as if asking some higher power to turn back time so she could change her mind. Course, it wasn't going to change time back, but at least it was worth a try.
"Hello my Queen, rather gloomy weather we're having lately, aye" Azsis ask, his piercing wild yellow eyes peering at her face as he steps the rest of the way into her chamber, tail shutting the door behind him.
Oh, you noticed. Quite a rare treat for you to come out of your tail, isn't it, her mind replies. It takes every bit of effort to keep the bawdy comment to her self, "Seems like it got worse in the last few minutes... and I doubt it's going to get better any time soon," she replies, secretly hoping that Azsis doesn't catch on to the double meaning.
Azsis nods, that maddening smile of his still bright and cheery as ever. If he caught it, she couldn't tell and if he didn't, even all the better, "Oh, really? Guess I just bring that kind of impression, don't I," he retorts, a clear indication that he saw into her crude either jab at him or quickly caught on.
Damn, busted... she mutters to herself in her mind. The dragoness tries quickly to come up with something witty, but ends up grunting in despair and turning back to look out the window, "Yeah, well... I would say I'm thankful for some company, but if all I have is you, I'd rather be bored," She replies as she glances back at him.
By this time, the green scaled guardsman had already stepped closer and to her right side, "Now now, no hard feelings my Queen! It's not like I take pleasure in what I do," he remarks, though a toothy grin dares to betray the deceitful statement. Though the Queen needn't see the expression, for sure she could see straight through such obvious deception, "If you say so, let's go ahead and get this over. I take it you're here about last night's little escapade with the Elite Guardsman, right," the Queen ask, her eyes lost in the gray mass of clouds covering the sky. The Guardsman nodded, then pulls his hand from around behind his back to reveal the black leather paddle with it's many cruel looking metal studs, "That would be correct. Your Majesty didn't appreciate your tone or the words you exchanged. Such foul language is inappropriate for a Queen." The Queen mutters a curse underneath a breath as she stands up and moves toward the rather large canopy covered bed. Her hands take hold of the transparent pink satin veil that hangs all around the bed and slowly pulls it open.
"Alright my Queen, disrobe your self and assume the formal position," the Guardsman says in an authoritative voice. The dragoness was tempted to snap at the annoying fool, but felt it best not to and begins to peel of the elegant garnet robe. The robe left to fall to the floor, leaving the full figured dragoness' golden-scaled body uncovered. She then leans over, her body coming to rest lying across the multiple comfortable comforters. Her tail hikes then slips to the side, her legs widening in their stance. Those large luscious meaty globes of scaly flesh pushed out, the dragoness gritting her teeth in preparation for the hurting that is to come. Azsis gawks, as he does every time, as his Queen's behind comes into view. However, he's quick to compose himself, the guard rubbing the paddle across those scaly cheeks. The cold metal studs making the dragoness twitch a little.
The Queen doesn't have to wait long as Azsis delivers the first swat. Her body shifts forward as her talons dig into the thick sheets and comforters covering her bed. "YEO-"she goes to howl, but is silenced as the paddle lands another brutal whack to her bare quarters. It doesn't take long for the pain to swell, the firm studs quickly bruising the flesh along with the rest of the paddle. What is a faint sting quickly turns into a scorching, throbbing pain. The tinge of redness quickly spreading and reddening as the paddling continues. The Queen eventually breaks down from a whine into an outright stuttering bawl, her tolerance for pain completely gone past as Azsis continues ruthlessly delivering swat after swat to her aching backside. Every other second, a spur of pain relighting the soreness that is already there. Both her cheeks well tenderized, the warmth emitting from the scaly flesh quite hot to the touch. Her crimson bruised bottom throbs as she lays there, her face buried in a rolled up blanket to muffle her cries.
Azsis lays down the paddle to the side on the Queen's nightstand, "There, we're done with that part of your punishment... now for the other," the green dragon adds as he takes hold of a long black leather tawse, the black handle leading up to two menacing lengthy black straps. The dragoness turns upon hearing his words, and knows instantly what is next, her eyes catching sight of the cruel instrument, "Oh gods... please, not that," she mutters, sniffing back as she turns over to lie on her back. She knew it was useless to argue with Azsis, despite her discontent for this form of punishment. Her legs spread as she allows herself to hang slightly off to the edge of the bed. Azsis waste no time, the tawse whipping through the air, the leather straps smacking across the soft leather skinned lips of her cunny. Her back arches as she leans her head back. Expression twisted in utter anguish as she roars, the tawse landing another lick on top of her sex. Each harsh lick leaving a small red welt across her lips and by the time Azsis stops, her soft leathery fleshy lips are a soft reddish cherry.
The dragoness continues to sob, slowly standing and rubbing her backside as she watches Azsis depart with the paddle and tawse. Ow, I won't be sitting for hours, she thinks to herself as she looks over her bottom in the vanity mirror. Her other hand tends to the soreness between her legs, blushing as she notices a small bit of dampness. Unfortunately, it was too sore... and she wasn't about to aggravate it for the sake of relief. She only can only sigh as she slips back to her bed and sprawls out on her stomach. Her backside throbs in pain, and her cunny quivers with pain as she lays there and tries to take a nap. Eventually, exhausted by both the severe spanking and the sound of rain, the dragoness thoughts of her bottom getting better slowly fading away as she drifts off into a deep and much needed sleep.