Long ago in a land far away King Hector of Mavonia arranges the marriage of young beautiful daughter Princess Angelica to King Primus of Whipland. Although she had never met King Primus she found him witty and kind and the man several decades older than she educated her to the pleasures of sex… many his pleasure. After a year and Angelica showing no sign of bearing him an heir, things became more sinister. One evening he took to a room in one of the castle’s towers she had never seen before. She looks around confused at the décor and asked “What is this place?”
“It is time to expand your education, Angelica” he says as he directs her to row of whips, some of the likes she had never seen before and tells her to pick one.
“What are we going to see whipped?” she asks with trepidation creeping in her voice.
“Not ‘what’ but ‘who’” he replies. “Remove your clothing.”
Angelica correctly takes this as an order and though King Primus is twice her age he is also far stronger than she and does as she is told. The lack of a bed makes her fear that he is not interested in sexual activity. Moments later her wrists are locked in manacles spreading her arms above her head. He selects a cat-o-nine tails and presents it to her.
“What is this about?” she asks.
“It is about you not presenting me an heir” he says adding “and I am not getting any younger.”
“Perhaps if you bedded me as often as you do Lady Dorothy I would have by now” I say knowingly.”
“You dare to accuse the king of Whipland of infidelity?” my husband says to me. He slowly strokes the whip over my breasts. The leather tails are smooth and soft as they caress my nipples as he once did with his tongue and they quickly stand tumescent. He muses “I think you look forward to you lesson.”
“I cannot avoid it. You will do with me what you will” I reply.
“I request you stop teasing me and proceed.”
“As you wish my dear wife” he says. I brace myself to feel the whip. It insides of manacles are lined with leather but is old and dried from years of use. I hear the whip whistle towards my bare flesh but nothing could have prepared me for what had felt so soft stinging me by back so horribly!
I didn’t count how many times he hits me.
I pass out and find myself in yet another room I have not seen before!
What is happening to me???
Angelica
Tree
“It is time to expand your education, Angelica” he says as he directs her to row of whips, some of the likes she had never seen before and tells her to pick one.
“What are we going to see whipped?” she asks with trepidation creeping in her voice.
“Not ‘what’ but ‘who’” he replies. “Remove your clothing.”
Angelica correctly takes this as an order and though King Primus is twice her age he is also far stronger than she and does as she is told. The lack of a bed makes her fear that he is not interested in sexual activity. Moments later her wrists are locked in manacles spreading her arms above her head. He selects a cat-o-nine tails and presents it to her.
“What is this about?” she asks.
“It is about you not presenting me an heir” he says adding “and I am not getting any younger.”
“Perhaps if you bedded me as often as you do Lady Dorothy I would have by now” I say knowingly.”
“You dare to accuse the king of Whipland of infidelity?” my husband says to me. He slowly strokes the whip over my breasts. The leather tails are smooth and soft as they caress my nipples as he once did with his tongue and they quickly stand tumescent. He muses “I think you look forward to you lesson.”
“I cannot avoid it. You will do with me what you will” I reply.
“I request you stop teasing me and proceed.”
“As you wish my dear wife” he says. I brace myself to feel the whip. It insides of manacles are lined with leather but is old and dried from years of use. I hear the whip whistle towards my bare flesh but nothing could have prepared me for what had felt so soft stinging me by back so horribly!
I didn’t count how many times he hits me.
I pass out and find myself in yet another room I have not seen before!
What is happening to me???
Angelica
Tree
