Sunday, 3 April 2016

Sunday, April 03, 2016 -

Disciplinary Tales: Issue 2

a journal of spanking fiction
by DJ Black
Published: Feb 28, 2016
Words: 24,977
Category: general
Orientation: M/F (mainly)
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The Queen's Official Spanker

Princess Christina scowled at the gathering storm as if it were a personal affront, although that was not the only thing to keep her from the hunt. Her so-called tutor, Dr Gaius Ghent, had cancelled her day's deerstalking on account of recent raids by the Tamarinds, as if she were some nobody who was afraid of raiders.

Dr Ghent had been a captain in her father's latest wars and must be at least 30, the 19-year-old Christina fumed, resenting as she did an old man having charge of her. Well she would show him.

She looked at her velvet riding habit, which was the usual attire for one of her class and then at the soft tight suede breeks that she had been forbidden to wear since she had been deemed a woman. Who does the deeming around here anyway, she thought bitterly.

"In for a penny, in for a pound," she chuckled as she grabbed the breeks.

She had grown since she had last worn them, so she opted for putting them over her bare skin. Then, snatching up her bow, she hurtled down the stairs to the lodge and out to the stables. In minutes she was racing through the forest. She even took to the western edge in defiance of any Tamarinds that may be lurking.

Gaius reached the stable yard just in time to see his charge ride off with a whoop.

"That girl will be the death of you sir," the head groom said lightly.

"She will be the death of herself if she goes that way," Gaius growled. "Better saddle my horse and alert the outriders to be extra vigilant."


Christina got into the high country before she found fresh spore from her prey.

"Gotcha," she said excitedly.

"I certainly have your highness," came an answer.

Christina turned angrily only to be confronted by her tutor, Dr Ghent.

"Oh it's you. I can't say I am happy to see you. Well, since you are here, keep quiet."

"I'm sorry ma'am, but we must return to the lodge."

"What, on account of raiders?"

"Well that would be reason enough, but we have received word that the Tamarind have broken the treaty. It's war, ma'am."

"Well as soon as I have my stag," Christina said absently, certain her quarry was near.

"To hell with your stag, don't you realise that half the garrison is out looking for you. That means that most of the border villages don't have any protection."

"Don't you curse at me, you... peasant," Christina said.

"I am a gentleman scholar and officer of the royal guard. It is not polite to call me a peasant," Gaius said with an edge to his voice.

"Peasant," Christina spat.

"Put up your bow, your highness, and let's be getting back," Gaius said wearily.

"I told you. Not until I have my stag," Christina said defiantly.