Deep in the heart of the lionheart empire. A young 18 year old boy was starting to open his eyes, a growl escaped his mouth almost matching the tone of the mighty lions that roamed the outside of his palace. He slowly pulled himself up to a sitting position, allowing the silk sheets to fall off his shoulders. Large broad shoulders that could carry the weight of this kingdom if he so needed too. That was the burden that had been placed on Deker's shoulders. Deker the golden lion, second of his name, ruler of the lionheart empire, warrior king of the south. Just a few of the very long title his attendants always said out when he entered an important room.
Though to Deker he was just a warrior who had been forced to become king after his father had lost his life. Not to battle or a fight, just to father time, it was still undefeated, though there was a part of Deker that thought his dad might be the one to defeat father time. All he knew was that instead of taking his medicine or even medical help of any kind, that night his father had decided it was time for the king to rest and a new one to be crowned. At his funeral, Deker was crowned king in front of the entire kingdom. It had been a transition, he was not the best person to rule, that was no secret. He didn't know about trade or coin, he only knew of two things that didn't make him a good king. The first was what made him a great general, he knew war and fighting. The strongest warrior across the kingdom, maybe even the world.
The second didn't make him a good king or warrior, just a prized former customer across the kingdom's brothels. He knew sex, and spankings. It was his second of many talents, it was all he knew for a while, the sword and the strokes. He had become curious of the the punishment spanking when he was just a smaller boy. He had seen the servants do that to their children, his father, and long gone mother, had never had to do anything like that to him. While some might see him as a horn dog and a bloodthirsty warrior sometimes. He was decent in his studies, especially when it came to history, his mother never raised a hand to him but still sunk the fear of God into his very soul. He could cause mischief but was never a true trouble maker. He respected his father's staff, and the maids loved to spoil him. He never wanted to experience this punishment in the sense of getting his own rear swatted, but rather he wanted to give one.
A chance he got when he was 12 and had given his first spanking. That day he never looked back, and when he was 15 and found out about these forbidden houses of pleasure. (As his mother always put it) A lot of his personal coin he would ask for went to spending his time there. When he first became king, he was no longer able to go to those places. It was one thing for a prince to step into those unholy lands, it was another thing for the king to do such a thing. At first he had no idea how he would survive. That was until a week after he had been crowned king, he had been taken in a large dome shaped room.
One filled with a lot of woman.
That was a perk that Deker had no idea about. The king's harem, each sitting king could hire a staff of maids. In the past some had hundreds, others had thousands. Right now Deker had over 235 maids or staff. They took care of his rather large castle, some took care of the personal farm, horses, livestock, they helped with finance, they helped by going off to smaller villages and cities to make sure things were going good. Some of them were his personal guard of warriors. Some doctors. He would find a place for them to do the jobs they wanted to do or had skills in. He had his four stars as he called him. Four women that could eventually become his queen, or queens if he had his way and got the law against polygamy eradicated. (He just needed two more votes in his favor) It was a busy life, but it was a good life.
And it was a good morning as someone stirred beside him. Deker lifted the silk sheet of his bed, revealing that bare woman underneath. Her skin a shade or two darker than his, amble breasts and a round backside that still showed signs of the rather long spanking he had given her last night. Her hair up in tight braids, braids he might have been holding onto like reigns of a horse during their fun last night.
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Spanking One Shots.
Narrativa generaleThere are thousands, no millions of scenes it seems for people to spank or get spanked across the world. Across fiction, and media, in comics and anime. From normal children who might need a more firm hand to get them back on track, to fictional wor...
