Last visit for Black Dorn on WIP it Up Wed for 2014 #Wipitup

Welcome to Erotic Notions and WIP It Up Wednesday. This snippet is a continuation from my erotic medieval romance - Black Dorn.
I won't be here for the next few weeks – closing down for the holidays.
Set Up –Everyone is in the Great Hall. As a reminder, Leah is Branwyn's serving girl. Leah is "instructed" -punished - when Branwyn doesn't act accordingly.
(for those who haven't started at the beginning with this – Duna means instructor –  so Duna Trea is Branwyn's instructor. A Dune is one who is to be instructed. Branwyn is a Dune. Gon means King and lastly Gon Dra means Heir to the Throne.)


Duna Trea walked to center of the room, curtsied to the Gon, and announced, "Gon, we have a new dune." She turned, found Branwyn, and pointed to the spot next to her. Branwyn rose as if by magic. She was too scared to move, but she found herself floating toward Trea and kneeling next to her. "Gon, may I present Dune Branwyn." The Gon scrutinized her. "Wonderful piece. Such firm breasts. Such red lips. But I hear she does not serve well yet." Branwyn lowered her eyes. "Bring her serving girl." Trea snapped her fingers. Leah entered and knelt next to Duna Trea. The gon placed his wine goblet on the table. "Your dune does not obey. Explain." Leah kept her eyes lowered. "She is new and from another land and is only beginning to understand." Branwyn sensed a timbre of terror in her voice. "Instruction is required." The gon looked toward his son. "Don't you agree Malack?" Malack stood and walked to Leah. She bent over as he threw her skirts over her head. Branwyn bit her bottom lip and the gon raised his hand to stay Malack's action. "What is it you desire to say, dune?" "Do not instruct Leah. I erred. Instruct me." The words burst from her lips. A grin crossed Malack’s lips. As he pulled down Leah’s skirts, she turned to him and knelt. He hitched his head, indicating she should leave then turned to Branwyn. "He has little patience," whispered Duna Trea. "What you are doing is good. But be quick about it." She pushed Branwyn forward. A chair was placed before Branwyn. She leaned over the back and rested her hands on the seat. In a moment, her skirts were over her head, covering her face, and blinding her. All sounds were muffled. A warm hand stroked her buttocks. She waited for the first strike. When it came, she was unable to stifle a large gasp. Three more strikes followed before there was a hesitation. She knew her sobs could be heard, but she did not care, the humiliation was more than she had ever experienced. Relief came as his hand caressed where he had struck. His other hand slipped through her skirts and the side of it pressed against her mouth.Understanding, she bit down as the flurry of strikes began. She released her grip when a soft brush of his hand trickled across her cheeks. For a moment, the burn of pain faded to a joyous tingle. A strange, but enjoyable, flutter in her belly faded when Malack lowered her skirts. Branwyn dropped to her knees and lowered her head. With a flick of his hand, Malack told her to leave. He returned to his place, gulped the contents of his mug and demanded more. He wiped his napkin across his mouth then discreetly bound the bleeding wound on his hand. Duna Trea helped Branwyn stand, whispered to her that she should go to bed and gently pushed her toward the door. That was all the convincing Branwyn needed. As she hurried to her room, she realized the burn on her buttocks had faded to a tingle. It was a pleasant feeling. Malack's hands were big and strong. His strikes caused discomfort, but his caress…a shiver scurried down her spine. She paused before opening her chamber door. Maybe instruction was not so bad. ');
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