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King Dom Comes
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Author: Breanna Hayse
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thrown a horrid tantrum and shattered the beautiful stained-glass windows that
sent rainbows of light onto the wooden furnishings. Without a word, Malkai had
scooped her around the waist and over his lap. The pain he deposited upon her
bottom shocked her even more, and her screams turned into pleas to cease.
Satisfied that she had learned a lesson, he lifted her onto his lap and rocked
her lovingly in his arms. She clung to him, crying against his shoulder from
both pain and humiliation. From that moment, Shannon was determined to never
again invite another episode of his hardened palm applied to her tender
buttocks, but that did not discourage her from challenging the Sisters at every
opportunity.
    "Good.
Now put on your apron and gather the goats for milking."
    With
a sigh, Shannon rose gracefully from the hard mattress. Her long legs carried
her to the goat yard, where she looked distastefully about her. She hated
milking more than scrubbing pots. For some reason, the animals wanted to sit on her rather than allow her to do
her task. Glancing around to make certain she was not being watched, she used
her gift to manipulate liquids. She inhaled deeply and began to sing, swaying
her body to the sound of her voice. The druid's dance took control and she lost
herself to the flow of her heart and blood matching the earth. Slowly, she
began to spin…
      One by one, the buckets filled with the
foamy milk. She was nearly finished when she heard clucking behind her. She
felt her heart sink as she slowly turned to see the Grand Dame standing behind
her, arms crossed sternly, and tapping a black shod foot.
    "I
know, I know," Shannon groaned, lifting her skirts automatically and
placing her hands on the wooden bench.
    "You
know, yet you continue to pursue what is forbidden," the old woman
scolded, producing the long, slender 'rod of correction' from her copious
robes. "The time has come for you to feel this upon your flesh, child. Why
do you still insist on wearing a man's braies beneath your smock? They are
indecent."
    "They
keep me warm in this God forsaken weather and help preserve my modesty. I see
no problem with wearing such."
    "Remove
them."
    "What?"
Shannon stared at the woman in shock. "You presume me to bare myself
before you for punishment?"
    "I
presume nothing. You shall do so and without delay."
    "I
am of too many years for you to punish me thusly," Shannon argued. "I
am a grown woman of eighteen and about to be married."
    "Yet,
you are still unable to follow the basic rules set forth for your protection.
Obey me."
    Shannon
fought back angry tears as she untied the drawstrings that kept the linen
underclothes around her waist. Blood rushed to her face as the garment fell in
a soft puddle to the ground.
    "Step
out of them and place them upon the bench. There is no need for them to be
sullied as you stomp about," the Grand Dame ordered patiently.
    Shannon
grumbled to herself, embarrassed by the fact that the old woman was correct.
She still was unable to take a punishment without hopping around like a fairy
during a festival! She folded her clothing carefully, laid the small pile upon
the bench seat, and then sighed as she repositioned herself.
    Cold
air struck her bared bottom as the Grand Dame lifted her skirts away from her
fleshly objective. Shannon held her breath as she felt the slim dowel touch her
protruding mounds, knowing that the target was sighted. A swoosh proceeded the
sharp snap as the rod sliced cleanly across her flesh.
    "Yeow!"
Shannon cried out, standing up straight as she grabbed her insulted backside.
    "Bend
over. You know the penalty is six."
    "No!
It hurts!" Shannon protested, stunned by the intensity of the stroke.
    The
Grand Dame tapped the bench with the tip of the rod. "Must I call for help
and further your humiliation by having others watch your punishment as they
hold you in place?"
    "Please,
I promise…"
    "How
many times have you been caned for this same misdeed, Shannon? Twice?
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