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lonesparkViren forgot nothing of the day, but as time passed with nothing more said about it, he pushed the thoughts, feelings, and questions aside.
Then a day came when a disagreement with the king escalated. Viren knew the right thing to do was drop the subject at least for the moment, but he never succeeded in doing that before he pushed too far and faced Harrow's hurt and anger. Harsh words reminding Viren of his relative position would be flung at him in front of others, and Viren would burn with humiliation. This time, however, King Harrow instructed his mage to meet him at his personal chambers later to receive punishment.
When he arrived, Harrow was seated in a simple chair near his bed. He beckoned Viren near.
"I had an interesting conversation with Sarai a few weeks ago. She suggested a method for reminding you of your proper place."
Viren cleared his throat. "Ah... Yes."
"I'll admit it sounds... intriguing. She said you were in favor of it. That you get a certain... satisfaction... from this form of correction. That could make the lesson unclear. But I suppose we already mix duty and personal concerns in ways that could lead to misunderstanding, so this is no worse. Come here."
Strong hands guided him roughly to lie across the king's lap. Harrow shoved Viren's coattails to the side, tugged at the laces to loosen Viren's pants, then pulled them down to just above his knees.
Harrow ran his hand up over the curve of one cheek and Viren whimpered. It had been quite some time since Harrow had touched him intimately, and they had never done anything like this before. Harrow squeezed the other cheek and Viren stifled a groan. He could feel the king's stirring erection pressed against his belly. His own cock twitched and stiffened, pinned against Harrow's thigh.
The king didn't ask him to count, or provide any instructions concerning what to contemplate during the experience. Viren struggled to focus his mind once Harrow's hand connected with his ass. His blows were hard, not dissipating all the force in precise, loud, stinging smacks like the queen's. This would leave marks..
Then a day came when a disagreement with the king escalated. Viren knew the right thing to do was drop the subject at least for the moment, but he never succeeded in doing that before he pushed too far and faced Harrow's hurt and anger. Harsh words reminding Viren of his relative position would be flung at him in front of others, and Viren would burn with humiliation. This time, however, King Harrow instructed his mage to meet him at his personal chambers later to receive punishment.
When he arrived, Harrow was seated in a simple chair near his bed. He beckoned Viren near.
"I had an interesting conversation with Sarai a few weeks ago. She suggested a method for reminding you of your proper place."
Viren cleared his throat. "Ah... Yes."
"I'll admit it sounds... intriguing. She said you were in favor of it. That you get a certain... satisfaction... from this form of correction. That could make the lesson unclear. But I suppose we already mix duty and personal concerns in ways that could lead to misunderstanding, so this is no worse. Come here."
Strong hands guided him roughly to lie across the king's lap. Harrow shoved Viren's coattails to the side, tugged at the laces to loosen Viren's pants, then pulled them down to just above his knees.
Harrow ran his hand up over the curve of one cheek and Viren whimpered. It had been quite some time since Harrow had touched him intimately, and they had never done anything like this before. Harrow squeezed the other cheek and Viren stifled a groan. He could feel the king's stirring erection pressed against his belly. His own cock twitched and stiffened, pinned against Harrow's thigh.
The king didn't ask him to count, or provide any instructions concerning what to contemplate during the experience. Viren struggled to focus his mind once Harrow's hand connected with his ass. His blows were hard, not dissipating all the force in precise, loud, stinging smacks like the queen's. This would leave marks..
