A Matter of Discipline

I walked several yards into the woods dragging Felìcita along with me until I saw it, an overturned log that was intact enough to sit on.  I pulled Felìcita over to it and she managed to stammer, “W-What is it that you wanted to talk about, human?”

 

As I removed my right gauntlet I glared back at her, “This isn’t going to be that kind of discussion, princess.  You drew a weapon on me.  Twice actually, but the first time was part of your job so I’m ignoring it.  However the second time…  You’ve never not got your way have you?”

 

I sat down on the log and pulled down Princess Felìcita over my knee.  I took her arm and held it behind her back and positioned my leg behind her knees to prevent her from escaping.  Felìcita could only stammer “Wh-what are you doing?”

 

“I’m teaching you a lesion you should have received a long time ago.  How to respect someone else and their authority.”  

 

As I said that I managed to remove Felìcita’s belt and started to tug down her trousers, revealing one of the most exquisite arses I have ever had the privilege of seeing.  It was lightly toned, plump but not too large, slightly jiggly from Felìcita’s attempts to get free, and utterly unblemished.  The dainty lace panties that Felìcita was wearing underneath were just the icing on the cake, but those too were pulled down.  However I wasn’t here to stare, as much as I would have loved to, I had instructions to give.

 

Needless to say, Felìcita was protesting the whole time, “What are you doing?  I’m a princess of Albero Città!  You can’t do this to me!”

 

I ignored her and concentrated on my work.  “The first thing you should know is that you don’t deserve the position of border guard.”  *Slap* “Did you think nothing of the fact that your father refused to appoint you to it until Mr. Aldric showed up?” *Slap* “Do you know why Mr. Aldric had you placed in the border guard?” *Slap* “Can you guess?” *Slap* “Go on you can try to answer that one.”

 

Felìcita, with tears beginning to form in her eyes turned to look at me, “N-no sir.” she said in a meek tone of voice, “No I don’t.”

 

I sighed.  *Slap* “Its because of us.  For some reason Mr. Aldric wants us gone and you were meant to be the reason.” *Slap* “Its one thing to be detained by the border guard, but he expected us to resist violently and kill you.” *Slap* “That way we would never have any chance of getting help from the Magic Library.” *Slap* “You were not placed there because of your skills.” *Slap* “You were, in fact, the least competent member of that patrol.” *Slap* “You don’t deserve to wear any part of that uniform, you don’t even deserve to wear the pants crumpled around your feet!”

 

As I was about to deliver another blow, I stopped for a moment.  Felìcita’s sobbing had ceased to sound like those of someone in pain and began to sound more like a girl who was truly sorry for something.

 

I pulled her back up and set her in a sitting on top of my knee, she winced as her battered bottom took the pressure of her weight but didn’t say anything.

 

I sighed, “Look, did you ever listen to your instructors when you were training for your job?”

 

Felìcita sobbed, “N-n-no.  I always thought I knew enough already.  Some of them even gave up because they felt I was too difficult to teach.  And when I was in the squad, no one dared say anything about the princess.  I didn’t know…”

 

“There, there,” I said, patting Felìcita gently on her lower back, “Its okay.  You’re just untrained.  You have some skill; in the forest where we first met you got the drop on me.  You just need training so you know not to do stupid things, like attack someone in melee range with a bow.  I can help you with that.”

 

Felìcita’s eyes widened, “You would do t-that for m-me?”

 

“Yes.  But I need something from you first.  I need your word that you will respect my authority in the future.  Promise that you will not use what I teach you against me or my friends.  Okay?”

 

“Y-yes it is.  You have my word hum-“

 

Quickly I bent her down again.  *Slap* *Slap* *Slap*

 

“Uh, uh, uh.  Not human.  The way you use it it’s almost a slur.  Try again.”

 

Felìcita looked me dead in the eyes and whispered,

 

“I-I p-promise to do whatever you say, M-Master Knight.”

 

I didn’t quite expect to be called master, but I must admit when Felìcita says it, the word has a nice ring to it.

 

“Good girl.  We’ll make a soldier out of you yet.  Come on, lets get you cleaned up and meet back with the others.”