Page 178 of Twisted Royals

But his arm came down, and I lost sight of it, but then I heard the terrible swish. My tummy lurched, and my whole body tensed, but nothing could prevent the crack of the rattan across the middle of my bottom, and nothing could prevent the pain that made me yelp, or the way Papa Bear raised the cane again, and again, three strokes in all. My yelp became a searing cry of agony as my backside surged and clenched, trying in vain to lessen the pain of the burning lines across my bottom cheeks.

"I'll kiss it!" I screamed. "I'll kiss it! Please… please, let me kiss it!"

I looked desperately at the sergeant major and then the major, hoping they might intervene on my behalf, because I'd tried to be such a good girl for them. They gazed back at me sternly, telling me with their eyes that the tears streaming down my cheeks only represented the beginning of the consequences I had coming.

I let out a deep sob as the horrible sense in kissing the rod became clear to me. A girl who had done something as terribly naughty as what I had done: who had broken into someone else's home and eaten the food Mama had worked hard to prepare, not for the naughty girl but for herself and her comrades…

Who had decided to masturbate in their chairs and then broken one of them…

Who had lain atop their beds and continued shamelessly to play with her wayward pussy…

Who had put her hand behind her and demonstrated to anyone who cared to look exactly the degrading treatment she should receive…

The kind of fucking she needed, if she were to learn what sort of young woman she really was…

That sort of naughty little slut should be compelled to show her gratitude for the humiliating lessons she had at long last begun to receive.

I had known, hadn't I? I had always known I would end up over the terrifying discipline horse, paying for my willful indiscretions.

Slowly and deliberately, the colonel walked back around to the front of the horse. He held the cane in both hands this time, just in front of my face. With another sob I bent my head the few millimeters necessary and I gave the awful thing a peck.

Just past it, I could see Papa Bear's huge cock, still menacing in its length and girth even after his climax. It glistened with my pussy's need. Suddenly I wanted something else, something more shameful. I wanted to show them that I had started to learn. The cane, long and thin, represented authority. So did my new Papa's penis.

I let out a little whimper.

"What is it, Susanna?" the colonel asked.

I looked up at him, and I felt again the impossible affection for the stern officer who had made it entirely clear that he meant to whip me savagely for my misbehavior. I felt my forehead crease as I realized that I would never have the courage to name the terrible naughtiness I couldn't help wanting. I chewed on my lower lip for a moment, and then I closed my eyes so I wouldn't have to look into Papa Bear's stern face. I put the tip of my tongue out, just a little, hoping and fearing at the very same time that he, or Mama, or Baby, would understand.

The colonel chuckled, but it was the major who named my lewd need.

"She wants to taste herself, Joseph," Mama Bear said.

"Is that what you want, Susanna?" Papa Bear asked in his rumbly deep voice.

A little thrill of fear mixed with shame went through me — at my audacity, at the way the forbidden reaches of my sexual imagination seemed to have begun seething up into my consciousness, now that my bears had started to train me. My heart skipped a beat, and I let out a tiny whimper as I nodded.

"Open your eyes," the colonel told me, his voice strict. "You're going to have to learn to ask for what you need. Especially when it has to do with your Papa's cock."

Another pitiful kitten sound came from my throat. I opened my eyes, and I tried again to spare myself the words: I put out my tongue all the way, and I set my face into a pleading, hopeful expression — more a puppy dog than a kitten.

"Ask, princess," I heard Baby Bear say from where he stood, to the colonel's right.

Why did I want something so degrading? Why did I want it so very much? I couldn't bear to examine it, and for some reason that meant I simply had to obey. I retracted my tongue, and I chewed for a moment on my cheek. My eyes went down to the huge penis that my new Papa had thrust inside my pussy, that had made me feel like, when he allowed it, I would have orgasms like I had never even dreamt about. I saw the signs of my irresistible arousal, and I knew a good girl would never do what I wanted to do. As if my attention to his manhood had brought it back to life, the colonel's cock stirred and rose just a little. My tummy flipped at the sight.

I looked back up.

"Please, Papa," I whispered. "I want to make it feel good. I want to… I want to taste my pussy."

With his eyes fixed on mine, he took his semi-erect penis in his left hand and stepped forward enough that I could open my mouth and take it inside. I made my submissive little noises as I suckled at it and felt it grow hard, pressing against my tongue.

I tasted forbidden, dark, musky. My pussy tasted like Mama Bear's but subtly different, too. I felt my face turn red as I thought about it and ran my tongue along the underside of the colonel's manhood.

I sensed him shifting his body a little, and then I felt the cane against my bottom, not flashing down with a stroke of agonizing punishment, but moving gently across the already-punished flesh. I moaned at the sensation, at the way it increased the desperate arousal between my thighs.

Papa Bear spoke softly, our gazes still locked.

"That's enough of that, Susanna," he said. "It's time for your whipping."

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