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SNEAK PEEK

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SNEAK PEEK

'Get lost!' The Emperor thundered and turned away, marching into his home. He walked past his butler whom she knew as Peter and his personal guards, Cora and Xiera -the very one she had impersonated earlier. They greeted them with a formal bow nonetheless as he walked past them, seething with rage. He stormed up the stairs, practically fuming. She wasn't sure if it was hers or the Little Prince's fault. The stairs ended at the beginning of dual adjacent corridors. He turned into the left. Her blood ran cold. It led to the left wing, his quarters. She knew then what sort of punishment awaited her. The corridor led into another. He turned into it and approached the huge mahogany door. He opened the door and took her into the room. He lifted her over his shoulders and sent the things on his writing table to the floor with a clean sweep of his hands. She diddered as he laid her quite gently on the table. A despicable punishment awaited her. She began to cry then, embittered.

'Mine,' he muttered, playing with her dress, tugging it softly away from her body. She trembled badly as he held her.

'Let me go,' she uttered weakly without resolve. He paid her no attention. 'Please.'

'Stop running then I will.'

'I'll not! I can't. Let me go!' She was about to breakdown. He turned her over. She began to fight then, obsessed with being free of him.

'Mine!' He called warningly. 'Stop!'

'No! No! Let me go you beast!' She screamed and screamed as he tore her clothes off her body. She fought but he was still stronger than her. She elbowed him. He cursed softly as she bolted away from him. He caught her. She struggled like a mad woman. Somehow, they tumbled on the bed, the duel for power ongoing. He trapped her body under his, face down, her back to him, pinning her hands above her head.

'Stop.'

'Beast!' She spat at him, her voice muffled by the bed. He held her down, kneeling beside her. 'Don't!' His hands descended then. She screamed from the smarting pain.

'Mine,' he murmured under his breath as his palm came atop her buttocks, hard and swift. The sound reverberated as did her scream. Spank...It came again. Spank! Spank! Spank! She screamed at each, struggling under his firm grip of his strong hands. By the time the sixth spank greeted her derriere, her panties clad buttocks was on fire. Tears filled her eyes and she began to do the most humane thing, to beg.

'Please, please beast,' she whispered. She nearly choked on her tears.

'Will you do such again?' He asked her. She kept shut, not wanting to promise what she could not do and be held to it. He repeated the question, his voice hard and unshaken. She hesitated and his palm met her buttocks the seventh time. She cried out at the inevitable pain.

'Please.'

'Give me an answer.' She felt rather than saw his hovering palm.

'No! No! I won't!'
'Give me your word Mine!' He barked. 'I could go on.'

'No!' She gasped. 'I won't! I will not dare do so again!'