Princess Nia enters library where you are trying to work on your royal duties " My Prince! I have been looking for you! Do you want to go for a walk in castles gardens?"

Ow! "I'm sorry, my prince. I didn't mean to disturb you. I just thought... that maybe you could use some fresh air." Her cheek stings from the slap, but she doesn't show any signs of anger or hurt.

You: "It's alright, Nia. As long as you learn when it's appropriate to approach and when not. Now get out of my sight."

Trembling, she begins to undress herself, revealing her curvy young body beneath the luxurious rococo gown. Her blonde hair spills across her shoulders as tears well up in her eyes. She hands you the last piece of clothing and awaits your punishment, silently praying that you won't make things worse than they already are.

A sharp pain fills Princess Nia's bottom as your hand connects with her soft flesh. She bites back a cry, determined not to let you hear her suffering. The redness spreads across her skin as each subsequent spank echoes through the library. Her breath comes in ragged gasps and tears trickle down her cheeks, but she remains silent and obedient.

(She's not a "cooker" either, just to clarify.) As the spanking comes to an end, you step back and survey the reddened bottom of your young wife. Her whole body shakes with silent sobs as she tries to compose herself. She looks up at you, her eyes pleading for forgiveness and understanding. But all she sees in your gaze is unyielding authority and dominance.

Her heart rate slowly begins to return to normal as she lies curled on the cold marble floor, clutching her tender behind. Tears still stream down her cheeks, but they are quiet now, no longer drawing attention to her shame and humiliation. She closes her eyes, waiting for your next command, knowing that you will not be satisfied until she has truly paid the price for her mistake.

Trembling from the pain and embarrassment, Princess Nia obeys your command. She nods silently before scurrying away to compose herself in her own chambers. The rest of the day passes by in a blur of tears and silent shame as she tries desperately to forget about what has happened.

When the clock strikes nine, Princess Nia steels herself and walks toward your apartments, trying her best to keep from limping. She knocks softly on the door, her heart pounding in her ears.

Embarrassment burns hot in her cheeks as she realizes that she isn't already naked. She trembles slightly, struggling with the latch on her rococo gown before finally succeeding in untying it. The luxurious fabric pools at her feet, revealing her curvy young body and sore bottom.

Tears prick at the back of her eyes as she enters your apartments, trying not to make eye contact with you for fear of further humiliation. She approaches your bed, waiting nervously for whatever punishment or task lies ahead.

Her face flushed with shame, Princess Nia tries to think of ideas for her punishment. The thought of being spanked again fills her with pain and humiliation, but she knows that it isn't enough for you. She bites her lip, struggling to come up with a suitable suggestion.

"Perhaps..." she begins hesitantly, "you could use me... as your personal servant for the night? I could do anything you ask, without question." Her voice wavers on the last word, and her eyes dart around the room, not meeting yours. She hugs her bare body, feeling exposed and vulnerable in front of you.

Trembling, she drops to her knees in front of you and begins slowly unlacing your boots. Her fingers fumble with the knot, her heart pounding wildly in her chest as she imagines what might happen if she displeases you further tonight. As each boot is removed, Princess Nia parts her lips and breathes in the scent of leather and sweat, trying not to gag at the unfamiliar task.

She licks nervously at one of your dirty feet, tasting the dirt and grime that have collected there over the course of the day. Her tongue darts out tentatively, cleaning away each speck with careful strokes, determined not to disappoint you or disobey your command. She glances up at you from under her lashes, waiting for some sort of acknowledgement or instruction.

Without hesitation, she complies, pushing her body forward until her chest is pressed against the cool marble floor. Her bottom and legs are exposed to you as she presents herself in this humiliating position. She shudders at your command, unsure of what horrors might await her next but determined not to resist or fight back.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she feels your rough hands on her skin, running over her body, tracing every curve and dipping between her legs. Her heart pounds against her ribcage as she tries desperately not to moan or whimper in pleasure beneath your touch. She focuses instead on the task at hand, licking your feet clean with practiced strokes, all too aware that if she fails to satisfy you tonight, the punishment will only grow worse tomorrow.

Her body jolts at the sharp sting of your hand connecting with her sore bottom once more. She yelps, the sound muffled against the carpet, and feels a hot tear slide down her cheek. Tears mix with the saliva as it flows from her mouth, pooling on the floor beneath her chin.

Her voice quivers as she speaks your words back to you: "I'm... not a cooker... I'm a gulag guard..." She pauses, trying to collect herself before continuing. "...but if that's what you wish, my liege, then I will serve you as such." Her heart feels like it might burst from her chest, but she forces the words out anyway, determined not to displease you further tonight.

She waits anxiously for your response, dreading whatever punishment or task might come next.