his knee. He did not spare her modesty as he lifted her skirts in front of her sisters and his brothers and when his hand fell in a hard smack across her little bottom her siblings cried out along with her as if they assault was on them as well.
They began to struggle to get to their sister, who was now wailing under Justin's punishing hand. Each brother now had his hands full of kicking, thrashing princess and quickly moved to follow the second-born's suit.
Now all found a seat and the five sons of Randor subjected the five daughter's of Elgar to joint punishment. The room soon filled with the sounds of smacking hands impacting firm royal bottoms as angry curses dissolved into plaintive wails.
The princes were not gentle with their royal charges. Kier, who had been keeping a tally of his betrothed's sins, spanked hardest of all, not even bothering to protect Leonora from the humiliation she experienced when the pantaloons she wore fell open in the back to reveal her round, rapidly reddening bottom. Instead he grew even more vigorous as he thashed those perfect globes while to his right Fiona continued to buck and cry across Justin's lap as he moved his efforts down to her creamy white thighs.
Angelica, who had begun her punishment with the dishonest and defiant insistence that it "didn't hurt" quickly became honest as she admitted it did indeed. She was begging for mercy now, her little fists pounding the rungs of the chair upon which Quentin sat.
Luna and Lark wailed loudest of all, for - being the youngest - they were the most pampered. Leo was moved by the Lark's pitiful pleas until Ivan shot him a look that warned he'd better make a good showing and so he gritted his teeth and spanked Lark even harder. He was shocked when her cries turned to curses, for the little minx had simply been trying to make him feel guilty. So he spanked her until her bottom was cherry red and he was sure the tears she shed were real.
It was many long minutes before the punishments ceased and the only sounds in the room were the genuine, pitiable wails of five very chastened princesses.
"On your feet!" Kier tipped Lenora up and the others helped their princess to standing as well. Then the five sons of Randor escorted the five princesses of Elgar from their suite and down to their individual rooms for what they believed would the course of training that would turn them into obedient and marriageable young ladies.
Chapter Four
Kier and Lenora
"This is your own fault, dear Princess Lenora." Prince Kier sat back in a chair, watching his unwilling companion try to open the door he'd locked behind him. "Were it not for your scheming ways then you'd be with your sisters right now."
Lenora turned. Her eyes were flashing and her color was high. Kier thought he'd never seen anything so beautiful in his entire life. He tried to keep himself from wondering if she was as passionate in lust as she was in anger.
"You sit there like the cat that caught the canary," she said, her voice measured in spite of her fury. "But you forget, my desperate, deposed prince. The battle is not won until you and your brothers have won my heart and the hearts of my sisters."
She smiled then. "You have succeeded in separating us from one another, but in he process you drive us further from yourselves as well."
It was a valid point, and Kier tried not to let the concern her words caused show on his handsome face.
"Even if we don't win your hands, we'll leave your father with five far more obedient daughters. That much I can guarantee. That partial victory will be better than no victory at all."
She laughed at this. "At least now you're being realistic enough to realize your chances of claiming our hands and my father's kingdom weaken but the moment."
Kier stood up and walked to the window.
"A shame, too," he said. "Your father's is a fine kingdom."
"Yes, the finest in the land," she agreed smugly.
"Tis a shame he doesn't respect you enough to allow you
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