Alice howled when the crop bit her behind a second and third time, leaving a burning sting. Below her, the queen mimicked her response, howling back, the sound making an echo. It was painfully humiliating, knowing she was not only being punished, but that someone was watching-and enjoying it.

But this is a test, she reminded herself, thinking of Wade. He’d asked her to say yes to this, yes to him. This was part of it, and so she would submit. She would have done anything for him. Maddie would call her crazy, or maybe she would come up for a name for the hormone in her brain responsible for the way she felt, but Alice knew the truth. She wanted Wade, and she wanted what he wanted for her.

“Oh Alice, that’s lovely.” The riding crop came down again, but this time she didn’t cry out. Her body relaxed and the moment she let go, she realized how tense she had been, how much she had been fighting against her restraints.

The king knew just what he was doing. She didn’t want to admit it, even to herself, but he was almost better than Wade in his technique. He knew just when to deliver a sting, followed by the soft pet of the leather, and then two more, quick, on one side, then three on the other. He kept her guessing, anticipating, soothing her at turns and then going back at her with great force.

He was warming her up. And it was working. She could feel herself giving into it, floating away on the sensation. The king seemed to sense the shift in her because he slid the riding crop’s leather end between her pussy lips, making her gasp and twist and moan. There was nothing she could do to stop him. Her legs were pressed together, but her pussy was completely exposed to him between her thighs, plump and ripe as a peach.

The flat edge of the leather crop snapped against the top of her cleft and Alice whimpered, twisting, not knowing if she wanted him to stop or if she wanted more. The sensation was something between pain and pleasure, a feeling she knew all too well.