Once upon a time, there was a beautiful girl who lived with her stepmother and her two stepsisters. They were evil to her, and treated her like a slave. It hadn’t always been that way, but she was an orphan, and had nowhere else to go even though she had reached adulthood a few years before. Her stepmother had said she would have to leave with only the clothes on her back if she decided to strike out on her own, even though her father had left a modest estate when he died. Every day they made her do all the work around the large house, until she went to sleep completely exhausted. What was worse, when they didn’t like how she did something, they spanked her. They never seemed to like how she did anything, so she was spanked often.
She didn’t let the punishments break her spirit. Somehow she was able to become stronger because of them. She saw them as something to endure, to help her be the person she needed to be. She secretly pleasured herself to thoughts of the spankings later on, in the dark, during the only time left for herself. She wished in her heart of hearts to be spanked by someone who loved her, instead of someone who only wanted to control and punish her. Every night, before she fell asleep, she wished for it.
On the other side of the kingdom, there was much activity in the castle. The king and queen were planning a ball so that their son, the prince could decide on a bride. All of the eligible girls in the kingdom were to be there. He had seen some of them in the streets during his occasional trips to the center of the town, but he hadn’t seen any possible prospects. Little did he know, that as he contemplated his future, his sister, the princess, also contemplated hers. She thrilled at the thought of the bal Continue reading