Blushing at Both Ends (15 page)

Snow White moaned quietly, and as her pleasure mounted she relived her punishment. She became two people at once: Snow White, haughty and provocative, and Garth, angry and provoked. She shared his delight as he reddened her bottom with ringing smacks; she felt those smacks, painful yet strangely exciting, sting her defenceless flesh. She was spanker and spanked, Garth and Snow White – and her pleasure swelled, and burst, and flowed through her like the juice of a sun-ripened fruit.

With her cheeks flushed and a smile on her face, Princess Snow White sank into a long dreamless sleep.

When the Princess woke, it was daylight. From outside came the voice of Garth talking to his goats, his tone friendly and cheerful. She found it hard to hate him. For a peasant, he was not bad looking. True, he had spanked her mercilessly; but there were worse things, she mused, than having one's bottom smacked. She must simply be sure not to deserve it again. That shouldn't be too difficult.

So that morning Snow White set out with every intention of improving her behaviour. Garth greeted her cheerily and offered her breakfast. The Princess smiled prettily – she could be charming when she chose – and condescended to fetch her food to table with her own fair hands. And when she lowered herself a trifle gingerly on to her chair Garth smiled quietly but made no comment.

The morning passed pleasantly, until Snow White was unwise enough to say that she forgave Garth, if he promised never to do such a thing again.

‘Do you now?' said Garth. ‘Forgive me for what, pray?'

‘Why, for using me so shamefully, of course!' snapped the Princess. ‘For daring to spank my – my person!'

‘Your person, my girl, sorely needed spanking,' retorted Garth. ‘Someone should have done it long ago. As for not doing it again – on the contrary, be sure I shall put you back across my knee and spank you as hard, or harder, whenever you need it.'

Snow White rose with all the hauteur at her command. ‘In that case, fellow, I quit your wretched hut this minute! Take me back to the palace at once!'

‘You may go whenever you like,' answered Garth, unmoved. ‘But, if you do, you go on your own two feet. I have better things to do than waste time driving you back to the city.'

Snow White stamped in fury, quite forgetting where she was. ‘How dare you!' she cried. ‘Insolent churl! Do my bidding this instant!'

Garth smiled – a slow lazy smile – and with a sinking feeling in her stomach Snow White realised she knew what that smile meant. ‘Royal commands are not welcome in this house, young lady,' he said quietly. ‘I told you there were three lessons you must learn. The first was that you cannot mistreat any creature you choose. That I hope you have learned well – with the help of my magic wand.

‘Now we come to the second lesson – that you cannot impose your commands, royal or no, on whomever you wish. I'd hoped you might realise it for yourself. But I fear the effect of my wand is wearing off. It must work its magic on you again, it seems.'

‘No, please! I'm sorry! I won't do it again!' cried the Princess, backing away.

‘Too late, my girl,' responded Garth, picking up the spatula and advancing on her. ‘I'm sure you are sorry.
But
, believe me, your Royal Highness, you'll soon be even sorrier.'

And indeed she was. A moment later Princess Snow White found herself once again across Garth's knee, held fast while his strong right arm wielded the spatula in a fusillade of spanks upon her squirming rear.

This, her second spanking, hurt even worse than the first. For as Garth explained, even as he bared her bottom, ‘Yesterday I spanked you only lightly. For I guessed you had never been spanked before, and thought you might learn your lesson from just a single spanking.

‘But it seems you haven't, even though I'm sure these lovely cheeks are still tender from yesterday's spanks. Well, young lady, since you need a further lesson, I shall make sure it's a good one.'

So on that fine summer day the grazing goats listened in mild wonder to the rhythmic succession of ringing smacks that echoed round the little glade, accompanied by the gasps and wails of an increasingly penitent young lady. Inexorably, the spatula rose and fell, and once again the Princess's snow-white mounds turned pink, then rosy-red, then glowing scarlet beneath its stinging kisses.

In vain did Snow White weep and plead and promise better behaviour. Not until some fivescore resounding spanks had been meted out to each quivering bottom-cheek did Garth release her, taking her in his arms and wiping away her hot tears.

How amazed the courtiers would have been could they have seen their ice-princess now! Her lovely face was flushed – though far less red than her other cheeks – her green eyes were full of tears and she clung to Garth, sobbing piteously.

‘Oh please, please,' she begged, ‘I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. Oh my poor bottom, it hurts so much! Please, if I promise to be good, say you'll never spank me like that again!'

Garth hugged her, stroking her hair. ‘All right,' he murmured. ‘I promise. I won't spank you like that again.' He grinned wickedly. ‘Today.'

Laughing at her wail of fury, he lifted her gently off his lap and laid her face-down on the bed. ‘Wait there a moment, my sweet,' he said. ‘I have something to make you feel better.'

A moment later he returned with a small wooden pail. Snow White lay where he had left her, the full expanse of her freshly spanked bottom still bared. Its crimson blush contrasted deliciously with the whiteness of her waist and thighs. Garth leant down and planted a soft kiss on each glowing mound. She wriggled at the touch of his lips, a moan of pleasure sounding deep in her throat.

Reaching into the pail, Garth scooped out a handful of fresh cream and slapped a cool dollop on the fiery curves.

‘Ooooh!' cried Snow White. ‘Aaaah! Oh, that feels so good!'

Garth began gently to massage the cream into her spanked mounds. Snow White squirmed luxuriously, the noise in her throat turning to a sensual purr as the cream soothed her burning flesh.

Garth smoothed the cream down between the rosy buttocks, letting his fingertips stroke lightly over the dark pucker of her anus. Snow White writhed in ecstasy. Reaching round, she grasped Garth's hand and tried to draw it down between her legs. Once again the glow of her spanked bottom was transmitting itself elsewhere, and she longed to feel his fingers, all slick and creamy, caressing her most intimate parts.

‘No, my sweet,' said Garth, gently withdrawing his hand. ‘Not there. Not now. Soon, maybe. But not until I'm released from my promise.'

‘But I
want
you to!' wailed Snow White.

‘No doubt. But I can't. Now be obedient, sweet girl.'

‘Don't want to be obedient!' exclaimed the Princess like a petulant five-year-old.

‘I think you had better be,' said Garth, a note of warning in his voice. ‘Remember – you have three lessons to learn.'

‘But you promised you wouldn't spank me any more today!' whimpered Snow White.

‘Nor shall I. But tomorrow is another day.'

As indeed it was – and a beautiful day, too. High summer, the birds singing merrily, the forest in its full green garb. They breakfasted happily together. She fetched and carried for herself and issued no commands. You would have thought her a changed girl.

‘How would you like a ride in the forest?' asked Garth. ‘We can take food with us.'

‘I would love to!' cried Snow White excitedly. She might never have been on a picnic in her life. And nor had she, unless an expedition including flunkies bearing trestle tables, tureens of soup, stuffed guinea-fowl, sedan chairs for the ladies, and so forth, can seriously be called a picnic.

‘Good,' said Garth. ‘I'll go and harness Jenny. You clear away the breakfast things and wash them.'

Now you may think the Princess slow on the uptake. Surely she would have learnt by now? But she had lived in a palace all her life, giving commands and doing just as she wished. The habits of a lifetime are hard to break in three days.

So, as soon as Garth had left, Snow White pushed the plates aside and gave them no further mind, lost instead in thoughts of how gentle and caring Garth had been after her last spanking. Then she strolled outside to enjoy the sunshine and watch him harness Jenny to the cart.

Having done so, he went back into the hut for the food. A moment later he called, ‘Snow White – here a moment, please.'

When she entered the hut he was standing by the table. He spoke quietly, as ever, but there was an edge to his voice. ‘Were you not to wash the dishes?'

‘Oh yes,' responded Snow White carelessly, ‘it slipped my mind. Does it matter? The servants can –' She stopped, realising what she was saying.

Garth smiled grimly. ‘No, Princess, the servants cannot. There are no servants here, just you and me. If we divide the work between us, it goes on easily. If one of us shirks, it becomes hard.'

‘But I would have done it later!' cried Snow White. She recognised the look in Garth's eye, and her bottom tingled in anticipation.

‘Maybe you would, my girl. And maybe you would have left it for me. But what is beyond maybe is that you must now learn your third lesson – the lesson of obedience.'

‘But that's not fair!' protested Snow White. ‘I get spanked if I command! But
you
command, and now you will spank me for not obeying!'

‘True. But the difference is that this is a task you undertook to do, and no very onerous one at that. And in my kingdom, young lady, undertakings are to be honoured.'

Snow White pouted. ‘So instead of giving me a ride in the forest, you will give me another spanking. It is too cruel.'

‘No,' said Garth with a strange smile. ‘I am not going to give you a spanking.'

‘What?' An observer might have detected the least note of disappointment in the Princess's voice.

‘No. You see, till now I have indeed
given
you spankings. You have been held down over my knee and smacked whether you would or no. But today's lesson is obedience. So I want you to accept a spanking – of your own accord.'

Snow White's eyes widened. ‘Accept?'

‘Just so. I shall not hold you down, or force you. I want you to bend over this table and
ask
me to spank you for disobedience. Will you do that?'

‘And if I do not?'

‘Then I shall put you in the cart and drive you back to the palace, and you need never see me again.'

Snow White was silent. Finally she sighed and said, ‘Very well, Garth, since you wish it. But please, let this spanking be less severe. My poor bottom is still sore from yesterday.'

‘That will be up to you,' answered Garth, ‘according to how well you obey.' He picked up the spatula. ‘Bend over the table, please. Good girl. Raise your skirts right up. Good. Now lower your drawers.'

Reluctantly the Princess obeyed, feeling cool air on her rump as the silken fabric slid down, leaving her cheeks bare and vulnerable.

‘Good,' said Garth again. ‘Now ask me to spank you on your bare bottom for being disobedient. Say, ‘‘Dear Garth''.'

The words seemed to stick in Snow White's throat, but she forced herself to utter them. ‘Dear Garth – please spank me on my – my bare bottom for – for being disobedient.'

‘With pleasure, my sweet. Now – you'll receive just two dozen spanks. A dozen on one cheek, then a dozen on the other. But you must stay bent over. If you stand up or put your hands over your bottom, you'll earn six extra strokes.'

Taking good aim, Garth brought the spatula down with full force on the plumpest part of Snow White's right bottom-cheek.

SMAAACK!!

‘Yeee-owww!' she squealed, bounding up despite herself and clapping both hands to the injured portion. She was amazed how much harder he could spank standing up, with all the power of his shoulder muscles behind the stroke.

‘Down again, please,' said Garth calmly. ‘That'll be six extra strokes for standing up, my girl, and six more for covering your bottom.'

‘Oh please, no!' wailed the Princess. But she obediently bent over once more, and somehow stayed down while seventeen more resounding spanks left their signature on the same cheek.

Garth paused to admire his handiwork. One half of the girl's lovely bottom was mantled with a scarlet glow. The other side was still white and unmarked.

‘Behold the magic of my wand, Princess,' he said, grinning. ‘Now you are two Princesses in one. Half your bottom belongs to Princess Rose Red, half to Princess Snow White. An enchanting sight. But, alas, this magic will soon fade. So while the spell lasts let us complete the transformation.'

‘Swine!' muttered Snow White tearfully. ‘I
hate
you! You're cruel, and horrible, and I wish I'd never met you! Go on – get it over with!'

‘Your wish,' said Garth politely, ‘is my command.'

SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! The Princess yelped and squealed, hopping from foot to foot, while the spatula swished down eighteen times, raising a matching blush on her other cheek. Then Garth raised her up and hugged her, kissing away her tears.

‘You took that very well, my sweet girl,' he murmured. ‘Now it's time for our ride. You'd better bring something soft to sit on.'

Meanwhile, the King was growing anxious. His daughter had been away three days and had not sent a word. Had he been foolish to entrust her to this goatherd? He was in awe of his imperious daughter and loath to flout her commands, but he reasoned that, though she had forbidden waiting women and bodyguards, the prohibition might not extend to her old father. So, on the fourth morning he donned shabby clothes, chose a
nondescript
horse from the stables and set off alone to the forest.

As an afterthought he buckled on an ancient sword. He was old and feeble, and Garth was young and strong. Yet was it not a father's duty to defend his child as best he could?