Author's note: This story's main element is humiliation, some elements of it borderline on slapstick. It is about a haughty prospective princess being dramatically humbled. It is pure fantasy. If you like this kind of thing please continue to read. Includes, Spanking, Oral Sex, BDSM, Analingus, and Humiliation.

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"The Palace"

Priscilla Conwyn stepped halfway out of her ornate carriage. Her chauffeur the dignified Hamilton stood in front of her was flanked by two royal guards. Priscilla calmly turned her head and slowly took in the splendor of the Grand Palace. She was certain that what she was looking at was her deserved home, she knew with great certainty that she would eventually rule over the entire kingdom.

Priscilla spoke with an air of haughty dignity "I am pleased to have arrived in this place, the road here was impossibly bumpy."

Priscilla's flowing dress gently grazed upon the cobblestone ground as she finally fully stepped out of the carriage. Her dress was adorned with glitter and shimmered in the sunlight. Priscilla's family had arranged for Priscilla to meet High Prince Blaine on this evening. It was traditional for the noble family of the highest prestige to marry their eldest daughter to the High Prince and Priscilla's family had politicked their way into this standing. Priscilla had been told that she one day would cement her family's legacy into the royal family. Priscilla was told that she was destined to become Queen. Priscilla took the obligation of her destiny seriously, and thus acted as a Queen even before becoming a princess. Priscilla was not concerned with difficult decisions that a powerful Queen would most likely have to make, instead, she was mostly concerned with the pomp and circumstance, with the adoration and the etiquette, with the petty power plays she could perpetrate on the lower nobility and the servants of her future kingdom. Priscilla was determined to look and act the part of a Queen in the most shallow form of the word.

Back on Conwyn Manner Priscilla was known secretly as "The Tyrant," she was allowed to treat the servants and lower members of the nobility with complete contempt. The entire manner walked on eggshells around Priscilla, knowing full well that one day she would most likely become Queen. Every servant and people of lower status than Priscilla were expected to treat her with pure reverence and if they did not, Priscilla was very creative in her punishments. Priscilla had a great love for watching the ritualistic canning of a servant's bare backside. It was a common entertainment for Priscilla at dinner parties. The most minor of crimes could result in a public caning, a single olive falling from a serving plate, a drop of wine spilled upon the floor, accidentally coughing had all been reasons for Priscilla to pursue this punishment against the lowly servants. Guests were expected to clap and cheer on as they witnessed these punishments, for if they did not act overjoyed they too would induce Priscilla's wrath. Witnessing these punishments would make Priscilla's heart flutter, she could not help but smile with unbridled glee.

Now as Priscilla walked towards the palace to meet her destiny, her path was obscured by a small puddle. The first rain of the year had recently occurred, spotting the magnificent Grand palace courtyard with puddles. Priscilla could have easily modified her strides and stepped over the puddle, yet this modification of her stride would momentarily make her look like a regular lowly human being and not the embodiment of royalty that she so desired to be, so she stopped and looked at Hamilton, her trusty chauffeur. Hamilton knew what to do, he removed his white coat and placed it, spread over the puddle. Hamilton could not help but cringe as he saw Priscilla step onto his coat, soiling it with rainwater.

Hamilton was no ordinary chauffeur. Hamilton's position was itself a form of punishment. Originally Hamilton was the head of the Lockridge family. The Lockridge family was from a long caste of nobility, yet Hamilton's father had squandered the family's wealth in foolish investments. When Hamilton's father passed, Hamilton inherited nothing but massive debt, he had no choice but to liquidate his assets to pay his debts. Hamilton's son Dane Lockridge was most recently admitted to the most prestigious naval academy in the entire kingdom. If Hamilton's son could rise to the rank of Admiral the Lockridge family would be returned to prominence, yet Hamilton was in severe debt and could no longer afford his son's tuition and no banker would loan him money. So Hamilton begged his rival family the Conwyn's to allow him to work in service to them in order to pay for his son's naval academy tuition. The head of the Conwyn's family was as sadistic as his daughter and assigned Hamilton the most difficult task of chauffeuring his spoiled eldest daughter. As an older dignified Man, Hamilton was forced to wait hand and foot on Priscilla and although he resented his job he never let it show.

Hamilton still looked like nobility, he wore an elegantly trimmed gray beard, he was always immaculately dressed. The white jacket that Priscilla had just recently soiled without care was in effect a heirloom. It was a jacket used by Hamilton's great-grandfather during his coronation as a military adviser for the King at the time. As Hamilton picked up his soiled jacket, he briefly and silently contemplated how far his family's prestige had fallen. Hamilton slung the jacket over his shoulder and continued to follow Priscilla, who seemed to hover over the earth with her large ornate white dress. Priscilla was destined to make a spectacular impression upon the royal family.

The doors the Grand Palace swung open and immediately upon entering the great hall that lead to the Royal Throne room trumpet music blared. Elegantly dressed men played the royal anthem alerting the Queen of her esteemed guest's arrival. Priscilla turned her head upwards and looked at the vaulted ceilings. Priscilla could feel she was walking on marble floors, even as the trumpets blazed she could hear the sound of her shoes tapping against the marble as she walked. Priscilla let out a smile of pure satisfaction, she could feel her destiny awaiting her in the throne room.

Priscilla was again in awe as the doors to the throne room finally opened, to reveal a massive room, even more, decorated than the hall she was just in. As the doors were closed behind her the trumpets stopped blaring. Many yards ahead a large group of Royals stood, in the center the Queen. The tapping of Priscilla's and her company's boots, shoes and heels rang through the Throne Room, echoing. Priscilla was nervous to meet the Queen, it was most likely more important to impress her majesty than her son. The Queen had a reputation of being stern, but fair, she was a popular Queen, yet her health was in question.

It was twenty years ago that the heroic King Herold had died in battle, leaving the Kingdom to Queen Octavia. Octavia wore nothing but long elegant black dresses after her husband died. Octavia quite purposefully did not remarry as herself and Herold already had an heir to the throne in the High Prince Blaine. Blaine was trained and educated through great expense to carry on the Kingdom's rich military and philosophical traditions, already High Prince Blaine was a decorated General in the Army and a trusted adviser on economic policy. Through Octavia's reign the Kingdom had become more powerful and esteemed than ever before and as the fortunes of its citizens increased, so did the splendor of the Queen's palace. If Priscilla were to inherit the Kingdom someday she would be in a position of unimaginable wealth.

Priscilla stopped and bowed approximately ten feet from Queen Octavia as per tradition. Priscilla looked up as she bowed to see the Queen flanked by High Prince Blaine, dressed in full military regalia. He was more handsome in person than in the paintings she had seen of him previously. His strong masculine jaw and broad shoulders nicely contrasted with his soft blue eyes and youthful smooth skin. Another General named Silas, stood stoically at the Queen's other side, it was rumored he was the Queen's lover, but of course, this was not confirmed. Next to the High Prince Blaine were Blaine's younger sisters; Rosemary and Violet, they looked down upon Priscilla with great judgment, they looked like wolves who wanted to tear Priscilla apart.

Violet and Rosemary both merely 21, and 20 respectively were great admirers of their older brother and wanted nothing but the best for him. They both wore large beautiful dresses, yet their dresses were nowhere near as beautiful as Priscilla's. It was the glitter on Priscilla's dress that made her truly look like a Princess. Physically Rosemary and Violet did not look like sisters, one short and voluptuous, one tall and thin, one with blond hair one with brown, yet they were indeed sisters. They were notorious for their catty behavior towards beautiful women around their older brother's age. They knew full well that the woman their brother married would hold great influence over him, and most importantly whoever married their brother would usurp them in power. Violet and Rosemary saw themselves as their brother's guardians, they were inherently suspicious and jealous of the women who wished to court their brother.

The silence was broken by the Queen letting out an echoing raspy cough, seemingly letting the whole room know of her limited health. The Queen stood and she spoke, with a shaky voice that still somehow remained elegant, loud and full of authority.

"Welcome Priscilla of the esteemed Conwyn family, our families have held strong relations through the years and most recently your family has become the most powerful noble family in the land. As per tradition, you are betrothed to my eldest son, Blaine."

The Queen coughed and paused, then began to speak again.

"As know all too well, one of the burdens of being wealthy and powerful is that our marriages must be based on alliances. Yet with this being said, I must say that I fell deeply in love with Herold, albeit after our marriage. Knowing the Conwyn family as fierce defenders of tradition, order and stability, I see no reason why a strong bond between Blaine and yourself Priscilla cannot be had."

Priscilla looked at Blaine and Blaine looked at her, Priscilla felt an immediate connection to the handsome prince, she could not help but crack a smile. Priscilla's heart fluttered with excitement as the prince smiled back at her, acknowledging that he was attracted to her as well. Priscilla's eyes met the Queen's eyes again and even the Queen let out a smile. Then the Queen began to talk again.

"The purpose of this meeting is for my son and the eldest daughter of the Conwyn family to meet each other, and become familiar with each other's tendencies, before returning to their own manors and then reconvening for a grand marriage ceremony right here in the Grand Palace. Of course, it must be said that if either of you finds a good reason not to marry, the marriage may be called off."

Priscilla looked over towards Blaine's sisters, their arms folded across their chests, their eyes staring daggers at Priscilla. Priscilla swallowed deeply, the two sisters would be difficult for Priscilla to impress enough for them to approve her marriage to Blaine. Although in the end their approval did not matter as much as the Queen's. Priscilla told herself to be at the height of her good behavior and not to do anything that would upset anyone. With the Queen's speech finished Blaine walked towards Priscilla. In Priscilla's mind, he was doing so in slow motion, her heart was beating rapidly, her romantic destiny beginning.

"May I take your hand?" The Prince said in a deep and dignified voice.

Priscilla was barely able to speak,"Certainly."

The prince gently took Priscilla's hand and gently kissed it, he looked into her eyes longingly after doing so. For Priscilla time seemed to freeze, she nearly felt faint, then the Queen spoke.

"Let us leave these two alone."

After the Queen spoke all of the parties in the Throne room left the room, Violet and Rosemary left in a huff, looking over their shoulders as they stormed off.

Blaine noticed that Priscilla was bothered by his sisters, "Do not mind them, they just want the best for me."

"I have done nothing to them, why are they so rude?" Priscilla said angrily.

"I am very sorry, they have been spoiled, they have not gotten the rigorous training and education that I received, they are bitter, for they are destined to be mere socialites. I truly do not blame their bitterness, for it is unfair to them. I also appreciate them as siblings, despite their lack of education they wish for the best for myself and this Kingdom, they are not merely satisfied with their own privilege. They want me to marry someone who will is a good influence on the kingdom and they do not trust you yet, but in time they will, as by all accounts you seem to carry yourself with the utmost elegance. I am sure that by the time we get married they will be your greatest champions, for they are very loyal to this family."

"I certainly hope so." Priscilla said to the prince.

"Let me give you a tour of the palace grounds, there is a lot to see."

In what seemed like a daydream, Priscilla was whisked away by the charming prince to see opulent room after opulent room. The Grand palace seemed to go on forever and ever, no expense was spared in its construction, mirrors, gold plating, silver and stained glass was everywhere. Priscilla became immensely excited about the prospects of living and practically owning such a place. Priscilla was in awe of the way the servants performed so swiftly and immaculately in their tasks.

"Your servants, they are excellent" Priscilla commented towards the prince.

"Yes, my mother has put a priority on the servants executing their tasks with a great amount of precision, you see she is very strict, yet very fair. Any kind of insubordination or failure on behalf of a servant, or even nobility is met with the same punishment. If the error was made as simply as a mistake, the servant may be warned, if it happens again they may be canned. Worse happens, if the servant has been dishonest or malicious, or their error particularly consequential."

"What to do you mean, more severe?" Priscilla asked inquisitively.

"Shame, humiliation, I am sorry to say. My mother's method, although cruel, it is effective."

"Shame, humiliation, how so?" Priscilla pause, smiling somewhat sadistically.

"Nudity, various levels of it I am afraid to say. Possibly their buttocks are bared and struck, possibly completely nude, always with an audience. I find this deplorable, it is a point of contention between my mother and me." The Prince seemed exhausted even explaining, his mother's punishment policy.

Priscilla hid her smile, although Priscilla herself was more arbitrary and sadistic to the Queen, she was glad to know that she would get the pleasure of witnessing such punishments in her new home, once she married the prince.

"Don't you find it deplorable?" The prince questioned.

"Yes...yes of course." Priscilla replied.

"I am glad we are in agreement, many things will change when I am King. I love my mother and my family, but I feel as though they possess an unseemly streak of sadism."

The Prince and Priscilla walked through the Grand Palace and its grounds, viewing gardens, libraries and art galleries. Priscilla listened to the Prince speak and feigned agreement with every topic he brought up, despite the fact that she had no interest in his proposed economic, military or social policies. The High Prince Blaine seemed to enjoy Priscilla agreeing with his long winded diatribes. The visit was going extraordinarily well for both parties. Priscilla impressing the prince and cementing herself as the future High Princess and eventual Queen, the Prince getting someone who will listen to him and most importantly agrees with him on everything.

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"The Room of Mirrors"

Eventually, the Prince and Priscilla found themselves in a room the Prince referred to a "My room of mirrors."

Once in the "room of mirrors" High Prince Blaine softly touched Priscilla on her cheek turning her head towards him, and then he softly kissed her on her lips. Priscilla could feel the heat emanating from the Prince's flesh, she was already swooning, her heart fluttering with unbridled desire.

"I may be a Prince, but I am not old fashioned, I want to know what I am getting into." The Prince softly whispered into Priscilla's ear.

Priscilla looked around the room, every square inch of the room was a mirror.

"Do you feel the same?" High Prince Blaine said to Priscilla goading her further.

Priscilla looked into High Prince Blaine's eyes and said, "yes."

"I must see you in the flesh, I must see that you are willing to please me, in the ways that I require." The prince said as he softly touched Priscilla's cheek and looked deeply into her eyes.

"disrobe" The Prince stated, clearly breathing heavily himself.

"Disrobe? No one has seen me in the nude."

"It will only be me, I will be the only one to see you and if you wish to marry me, don't you want to know if I find you beautiful? Don't you want to know what I require? What about you, what do you require of me?"

Priscilla was confused by the Prince's line of questioning, but she knew that if she were to marry the Prince she must impress him. So Priscilla began to disrobe.

High Prince Blaine's trousers bulged as he saw Priscilla slowly remove the top half of her dress to reveal medium sized round breasts. Priscilla was red in the face, no man had ever seen her in the nude. Priscilla looked at all of the mirrors around her, she knew the prince would see her from every angle.

Priscilla stopped and asked a question. "How many women have you brought into this room?"

"Priscilla my dear, I am, but a mortal and I do say that I have committed several acts of sin with some paid courtesans, but after today, I can assure you that if I can see that my needs will be met that I will commit myself to you fully."

Priscilla paused with her hand on her hip, standing topless in front of the High Prince, "And what are these needs? What do you require?"

The High Prince looked nervous, but he composed himself enough to speak bluntly, "I require servitude, believe it or not, having a taxing decision making position like myself, leaves me feeling helpless, the Sword of Damocles dangles above my head, like my family, my sisters and my mother I do feel pleasure in a certain type of sadism, but not the public type, I like the intimate private type."

Priscilla paused, she knew there would be a catch to marrying the Prince. Priscilla was not used to sacrificing her dignity, but she felt as though she had no choice. She understood the Prince's desire, she herself as a sadist after all. Yet, Priscilla was not one to submit herself, to anyone. Priscilla let her mind wander. Possibly submitting herself to such a handsome and powerful man would bring her a new pleasure, she had never dedicated herself to anyone but herself her whole life. Priscilla believed that at worst she would only sacrifice some of her dignity in private to be able to stand with more dignity and esteem in front of the public. After all, this is what Priscilla craved more than anything. Public adoration. Priscilla began to disrobe more, disrobing the lower part of her dress, exposing her naked ass to the High Prince.

"I like a woman with a thick ass, I find it quite attractive." The prince was sweating as he looked at Priscilla, completely nude except for her white stockings. Priscilla felt a twinge of anger strike her when she heard the prince say she had a "thick ass." Priscilla was self-conscious about her ass, yet she was also flattered because he found her so obviously attractive.
"Remove your stockings, I want you to be starkly naked before me."

Priscilla looked around the room of mirrors, as she kneeled to remove her stockings. Priscilla's whole body was turning crimson, she had never felt so exposed in her life. After removing her second stocking, her feet pressed against the cold marble floor and she stood trembling before the High Prince.

"You have the face of royalty, long flowing blonde hair, round fleshy breasts, smooth white skin, a large posterior, thick delicious thighs and the beautiful unspoiled feet of a royal woman. I lust for you so." The High Prince dropped his trousers, exposing his large veiny cock, it was absurdly erect.

Priscilla could not help but to lust after the High Prince's handsome prick, her mouth began to water as she gazed at it.

"I see you desire me." The Prince said as he looked at the lustful and nude, Priscilla.

"Yes." Was all Priscilla could mutter.

"What do you require of me, I have been forthright with you, now you tell me what you desire."

Priscilla breathed heavily, still transfixed on the High Prince's cock. "I...I desire...you...I want to please you, I want your cum." Priscilla surprised herself with her comment. Priscilla's fantasies up to this point, the thoughts onto which she stroked herself before she went to sleep at night, were run of the mill romantic fantasies, or fantasies of power, herself dominating a lowly servant. Priscilla's sex fantasies were underdeveloped and she had little experience with actual sex. Priscilla had forced a few stable boys to lick her in earlier years, but she had never been penetrated, she had never tasted anyone else's flesh. She was now ready. Without being asked to Priscilla lowered herself to her knees and looked up at the High Prince, his cock dangling before her, she licked her lips.

"I can tell you like myself are drunk with lust, I can tell you want to bury your face into my loins, but first I want you to kiss my boots." The Prince was clearly horny and nervous making this proclamation.

Priscilla was flooded with emotions, she was angry at the request, but also shocked by her own sexual impulses, she badly wanted to take the High Prince in her mouth, she wanted to feel his veiny cock on her lips. Priscilla lowered herself, her hair touching the floor, her lips puckered and moved towards the High Prince's left boot.

Priscilla kissed the boot, her ass jutting in the air as she did so, Priscilla curled her toes in disgust as she did the deed, then she moved to the other boot and kissed it. A draft of air breezed up against her exposed vagina. The High Prince could see everything.

Priscilla looked up at the High Prince, gently pecking his legs, moving her lips up towards his thighs. The Prince let out a pleasurable moan as Priscilla came ever closer to his cock. Priscilla herself was now breathing heavily, she felt herself, she was dripping wet.

"I see a puddle of your juices pooling below you." The High Prince said breathing heavily, his own cock producing a small amount of thick semen.

Priscilla kissed the High Prince's cock head, tasting the thick pre-cum, her heart raced, she could no longer hold back. Priscilla began to stroke herself from her knees as she violently bobbed her head up and down on the High Prince's cock. She loved it's fleshy texture, its masculine taste, her hand that was not stroking herself cupped and pulled at her breasts.

The Prince gripped Priscilla's hair and pushed his cock into her throat. Priscilla gagged and wretched. The Prince thrust his cock deeply into Priscilla's throat. Briefly, Priscilla's eyes darted to her side, she saw her own profile in a mirror. She saw her mouth being used harshly, she saw a mixture of drool and cum drip from her chin and sway, then break, falling onto her thigh.

"Look at me!" The High Prince said as he continued to harshly thrust his hips into Priscilla's mouth. Priscilla's eyes darted up to the High Prince's eyes, she saw a mixture of anger, determination, and unbridled lust in his eyes. Priscilla's hand was completely soaked in her own juices, her mind was completely overtaken by her desire for the Prince.

Then the High Prince relented, he pulled his cock out of Priscilla's mouth.

"Stay there." The High Prince backed and took off his boots and stepped out of his trousers. He walked backwards and sat down on a cushioned chair, he lifted and spread his legs.

Drooling and heaving, her hair a mess Priscilla looked forward at the High Prince, his balls and rock hard cock rested upon his stomach as he slouched on the chair.

"Crawl to me, like a Tigress in the jungle."

Priscilla shaking with lust began to slowly and seductively crawl towards the Prince, her lips glistened with bodily fluids as she stared at the exposed Prince with an animalistic glare. The Prince's eyes darted between meeting Priscilla's eyes and looking at the mirrors behind her as she crawled.

Once she reached the High Prince she immediately and instinctively started licking at his balls. The Prince let out a pleasurable moan and let Priscilla bury herself in his sack. Priscilla resumed furiously stroking herself as she continued her lustful escapades.

"Lower, go lower." Priscilla moved her tongue into the place between the Prince's anus and his scrotum and licked up and down. The Prince moaned, he put his own hands on his buttocks and spread them. Priscilla became nervous, sensing that he wanted her tongue to lap at his anus.

"Take your hands and spread your ass for me." The Prince said as he let out small sounds of pleasure.

Priscilla was torn between continuing to stroke herself and obeying the Prince's request. Priscilla breathed heavily and reluctantly removed her hand from her crotch and pulled her ass cheeks apart. Priscilla continued to lick but felt unnaturally exposed as cold air brushed up against her anus. Priscilla, however, was turned on by the thought that absolutely all of her was exposed.

"Lower." The High Prince said through moans.

Priscilla stopped and she swallowed, her hands still prying her ass cheeks wide. Priscilla took a deep breath, Priscilla was aroused by the High Prince's arousal, she wanted to please him badly. Priscilla took a deep breath and lowered herself, her tongue tasted the High Prince's anus. The High Prince immediately let out a long pleasurable moan. Priscilla was not thrilled about the taste of the High Prince's anus, but she was turned on by his pleasure. Priscilla began to lick gently at the Prince's anus, performing the most altruistic act of her life.

Priscilla loved listening to the Prince's loud lustful cries, she began to lick the Prince's anus more aggressively to force him into louder more uncontrolled moans.

Before Priscilla knew it she was aggressively lapping at the Prince's anus, pushing her tongue the best she could into his arsehole. She badly wanted to stroke herself, but her hands remained behind her holding her cheeks open, exposing her own asshole to the open air.

As Priscilla lustfully and aggressively tongued the Prince's anus, he began to stroke himself with one hand and push Priscilla's face into his anus with the other. The Prince's balls rested over Priscilla's nose and eyes. The Prince's crotch completely enveloped her.

Priscilla found herself in a haze of lust, she grunted and moaned into the Prince as he let out a loud orgasmic sound. Priscilla felt a warm liquid fall onto her forehead, and then her nose, a harsh spurt of it hit her in one eye. Priscilla could not contain her disgust, as she felt the warm goo slowly drip down her flesh. The High Prince was gently growling in pleasure, a seemingly endless stream of semen battered Priscilla's face. Priscilla felt a mixture of disgust and arousal. Priscilla didn't realize it but as her face was being plastered with semen she had begun to stroke herself again. As the Prince came on her face she felt her own liquids gush all over her hand. Her lips quivered, her nostrils flared. With one eye plastered shut from the High Prince's semen and one eye open looking up at the spent Prince, Priscilla began to shake, she let out a loud orgasmic scream, and buckled over, then rolled onto her back, Priscilla kicked her bare legs in the air, she curled and uncurled her toes as she moaned and writhed. The Prince now completely spent looked down from his now standing position.

As the Prince dressed himself Priscilla laid on the marble floor spread eagle with cum dripping off her face, she seemed almost frozen, except for her rising and lowering diaphragm. Her face slowly became crimson with shame as she realized what she had done in her lust filled haze. She had never dreamed that her tongue would ever lap the anus of a man, that cum would ever drip off her face, or that she would ever be aroused by such wanton and disgusting acts.

"Collect yourself, there is still much to see in this Palace." High Prince Blaine was already dressed.

Priscilla wanted nothing more than for the Prince to lay next to her and spoon her, to stroke her hair. The Prince instead threw her a towel to clean off her face and waited impatiently for Priscilla to get dressed.

The High Prince gave Priscilla a playful slap to her bottom once she stood up, forcing Priscilla to jump and yelp.

"Did that really hurt?" The Prince inquired.

"Yes, indeed I am a respectable lady who has not been struck on my buttocks before." Priscilla said in a huff.

Priscilla began to become angry as she dressed herself. She had lowered herself for the Prince mightily and in hindsight humiliated herself, yet she had the most powerful pleasurable orgasmic experience of her life. Priscilla badly wanted to have another dalliance with the Prince, but she also wanted to assert her own superiority over a servant, just to let herself know that she was a powerful respectable person of high birth and social standing. For at the moment she felt as though the High Prince had treated her like a lowly whore.

When the Prince and Priscilla finally exited the room of mirrors Priscilla was again humiliated by The High Prince's sister Violet handing her a hairbrush while giggling. Priscilla had forgotten to comb her hair after her dalliance with the prince and now someone knew that Priscilla had given herself away.

As the Prince, who was completely ignorant of this situation, as well as Priscilla's feelings blissfully continued showing Priscilla various rooms of the Palace. Meanwhile Priscilla stewed with anger and shame, while also lustfully already wishing for another trip to the "room of mirrors."

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3. The Gallery Incident

"Now, it is not our usual policy to show first time guests, our Grand Gallery, but I trust you as a cultured individual will enjoy it plenty, so I am taking you to it." The Prince said with glee as he walked with Priscilla through a large hallway towards a double wide door flanked by two guards.

"I cannot wait to see it." Priscilla had no real interest in the Grand Gallery, in fact she found art and artifacts quite boring, yet as she had done for the entire visit she feigned interest to impress the Prince.

Just as the door to the gallery opened, Silas, the general from the throne room approached from behind.

"High Prince, quickly there is news of a desperate situation in the far east, our campaign has hit a snag, we must hastily create a plan in the war room!" There was desperation in Silas' voice. The prince looked torn, he looked at Priscilla and then he looked at Silas.

"Come, there is no time to waste!" Silas said sternly.

"Priscilla I must go, I will get a servant to show you through, you mustn't miss the Grand Gallery, wait right here."

Priscilla stewed, "After their sexual encounter, how could he leave her?" Priscilla though. Feeling abandoned Priscilla fantasized about punishing a lowly servant to get her mind off of her resentful feelings.

As the High Prince rushed off towards the war room Priscilla took a deep breath, it had been exhausting putting on airs for the prince, she was not accustomed to being in a position of submission. Priscilla was painfully aware that her visit stood to benefit herself and her family much more than it benefited the High Prince and his family. If Priscilla was deemed unworthy of the crown, there would be many other ambitious noble women more than willing to take her place. Yet sadly for Priscilla, there was no other man available that could potentially turn her into a Queen. Priscilla also knows now that since she had most likely impressed the Prince with her willingness to indulge in his desires that her union with him was all but sealed, Yet Priscilla felt post coitus shame, the taste of the Prince's cock, balls, and anus still could be tasted on her tongue.

"What are you staring at!" Priscilla harshly said to one of the guards standing next to her as he made eye contact. The guard looked down at his feet as Priscilla scolded him.

Priscilla let out a sigh of relief, she relished her return to the dominant position. Priscilla looked around the palace as she waited. Priscilla remembered to keep her thoughts towards her goal, if Priscilla could just continue to impress the High Prince and his family for a little while longer, then she would be able to lord over many hundred more servants than she was used to, her power and prestige would be magnified one-hundred fold.

Priscilla rolled her eyes as she saw a young servant girl approach. The servant girl nervously bowed to Priscilla.

"Hello, my name is Eliza, High Prince Blaine has given me the privilege of escorting you through the Grand Gallery."

Eliza was enamored by Priscilla's beauty, even a slight bit envious. Eliza wished to be anything but a servant, it was her dream to be a blonde caricature of the storybook princess. While Priscilla met every category of this look, Eliza did not. Although Eliza was beautiful, she did not know it, her face perpetually sullied with dirt from her daily tasks, her dark tangled hair, her drab, stained servant's garb all distanced herself from anything approaching nobility.

Eliza was abandoned as a child and lived in a wretched orphanage growing up. She took solace in reading about the daily happenings in the palace, the lavish weddings, the intrigue, the drama, Eliza grew up impoverished, but idolizing the royal family. When Eliza was 19 she was selected to become an indentured servant for the palace, to Eliza this was like a fairy-tale, to have anything to do with her idols, to simply live in the same building as them was her dream.

So, Eliza put in a tremendous amount of effort towards her servant duties, impressing members of the royal family left and right, through her dutiful accomplishment of tasks, she quickly became one of the palace's best servants. This is why Eliza was selected to show Priscilla around the gallery, it was very rare that a servant ever stepped foot inside the gallery and Eliza was beyond honored.

Priscilla rolled her eyes and made a half-hearted courtesy back at Eliza. Priscilla made a note that the young Eliza would have been very beautiful if it were for her unsightly servant garments which were ragged and stained.

Priscilla let Eliza open the door for her and then she swiftly walked into the Gallery. The Gallery was impressive, paintings adorned the walls, but Priscilla had seen many ornate and opulent rooms and gardens throughout the day and she had become bored. Priscilla did notice a large blue vase on a pedestal in the middle of the room, it had intricate white patterns cut throughout the vase, Priscilla could not help but be impressed, despite her complete lack of interest in art.

"I myself have never been in this wonderful room, and I take it as a great privilege that the High Prince has allowed me into this esteemed gallery. I am afraid I am unlearned in the significance of these paintings, although I do see paintings of the heroic King Herold and I do know of that beautiful vase in the center." Eliza said as she looked about the room in complete awe.

Priscilla silently but quickly walked around the center of the room, trying the feign interest in the paintings.

"This may impress you, servant girl, but I have seen better." Priscilla said haughtily as she cut through the center of the room, towards the exit. As Priscilla did this she looked at Eliza's face turn to sheer terror.

"The Vase!" Eliza yelled out.

Priscilla turned around and in what seemed like slow motion, there she saw it, the beautiful blue and white vase wobbling on its pedestal. Priscilla in her rush to leave the gallery and get on with her day must have brushed up against it with her large white sparkling dress. Priscilla stood frozen watching as the Vase teetered on falling. Eliza, on the other hand, sprung into action lunging towards the vase to soften its fall. Yet it was of no use. The Vase fell through Eliza's hands and shattered into many fractured pieces.

Priscilla may have frozen and lacked the ability to stop the vase from shattering, but after it shattered she knew immediately what her course of action should be.

"Guards! Guards! The clumsy servant girl broke the vase!" Priscilla screamed out, Priscilla smiled haughtily at Eliza who was lying on the ground shocked, surrounded by the pieces of the vase.

Almost immediately the guards were in the Gallery, both of them angry and red in the face. "The High Prince was foolish to let such a lowly servant into this room!" One of the guards harshly yelled.

Eliza stammered, unable to point blame at the haughty noblewoman who was the true guilty party. Eliza knew that it was her word over Priscilla's and she stood no chance.

"We're taking you right to the Queen!" One of the guards said as he harshly pulled Eliza to her feet.

"You are going to have to come and bare witness what you saw to the Queen." The other guard said to Priscilla.

"I would be glad to." Priscilla said with confidence.

The two guards, Priscilla, and Eliza marched through the palace halls towards the throne room. As they marched servants and palace authorities alike asked the guards why they were marching a servant girl towards the Queen's throne room. Priscilla made sure to tell them that the servant girl broke a vase in the gallery. By the time the group had entered the throne room, dozens of people were with the group, all of them eager to see how the Queen would punish the servant girl.

As the crowd stood in the throne room, Eliza sobbed, her hot tears fell onto the marble floor, the crowd murmured, there seemed to be a sense of glee among the murmuring.

Priscilla could hear, "You think she'll be canned, whipped, you think they will bare her naked buttocks?" Priscilla smiled, it would feel just like home, to be entertained by a servant being punished in such a way.

Eventually, the Queen emerged from a side door, she looked elegant in her large black dress, slowly she walked, a chauffeur holding her hand and leading her to her throne. Once the Queen sat down she cleared her throat, the crowd became deafly silent, except for the soft sobs of Eliza.

"What is the meaning of this? Why is there such a large crowd in my courtroom, why have I been summoned? This best be worth my time, for I am gravely ill and I have no patience for any buffoonery!"

One of the guards stepped forward and nervously said, "Madam Queen, a lowly servant broke the prized Eastern Vase."

The Queen's pale face seemed to become red with anger immediately, "WHAT!" She yelled out.

Eliza was pushed forward, her head in her hands sobbing.

"Explain!" The Queen ordered.

Eliza just sobbed, unable to defend herself.

"Were there any witnesses?" The Queen spoke to the crowd.

Priscilla spoke up, "Yes, I was there."

The Queen still angry replied, "Speak now!"

Priscilla stood next to Eliza, she swallowed as she saw Violet and Rosemary, the High Prince Blaine's two sisters standing on either side of the Queen's bodyguards, their arms folded, their eyes looking at Priscilla with suspicion. Violet mouthed the word "Whore while icily staring at Priscilla."
Priscilla swallowed and then spoke, "The High Prince was so kind as to let me see the Gallery, but he was called off to the War Room for an urgent planning meeting, he saw my disappointment when I found out I could not view the gallery, being the gentleman that he is, he sent a trusted servant to show me the gallery. Yet she broke his trust, she did not treat the gallery with respect, she was careless and openly resentful of the High Prince's request, she clumsily knocked over the vase. The guards can attest, they walked in and she was amongst the shattered remains of your most beautiful vase, your majesty." Priscilla bowed to the Queen and stood aside.

"SERVANT! IS THIS TRUE!" The Queen screamed.

Eliza, still sobbing slowly raised her head, her chin quivered. Eliza had no recourse, she knew her punishment would be more severe, if she contradicted Priscilla's story for it would be considered further insubordination, so Eliza had to admit her folly and hope that the Queen would take mercy on her.

"Yes, yes it is true, I have erred terribly!" Eliza said, throwing herself to the floor, sobbing. "Have mercy, have mercy!" Eliza screamed.

Priscilla covered her mouth, she found Eliza's pathetic attempts at reconciliation with the Queen humorous, she was excited to see the Queen's response.

The Queen stood up and cleared her throat. "You have been honest, and admitted your folly, for this I respect you. Yet this Vase was not a merely valuable item, but a heirloom from the ancient times passed down through my family line for a thousand years! To know that it is now shattered is devastating, under normal circumstances I let foolish mistakes slide, but under this circumstance, I must issue a punishment."

The crowd hummed in excitement, Eliza's sobs grew louder. The Queen made her pronouncement, "Your buttocks shall be barred in front of this entire crowd, you will take a sound caning until I deem your punishment over!"

The crowd cheered, Priscilla smiled from ear to ear, even clapping with glee. Eliza on the other hand continued to sob. Priscilla now could have her boredom cured, it would be just like home for her. It would be therapeutic! Suddenly Priscilla heard a whisper in her ear.

"I think you did it."

Priscilla spun around towards the whisper, it was Violet, the Prince's sister.

"I am going to go and investigate." Priscilla heard Rosemary, the Prince's other sister say.

Priscilla stood with a perturbed look on her face, unable to react as the two sister's shuffled off into the distance. Priscilla felt a twinge of sweat form on her brow, she was immediately anxious about Rosemary and Violet's investigation. But Priscilla quickly concluded that there could not be any evidence of her guilt and she shrugged off her anxiety and again focused on Eliza, who was now standing in the middle of a ring of noble and servant onlookers, her servant's garb had been removed and she was standing in her underclothes.

"Remove her undergarments!" The Queen coldly spoke.

Priscilla felt a sense of pure joy as Eliza let out a scream as some guards swiftly pulled her underwear down and lifted Eliza's undershirt over her head. Eliza still sobbing clutched her breasts with her arms, her buttocks jiggled with her sobs.

"Well this should be easy for the executioner, she certainly has a big target." One jovial audience member shouted to a thunder of laughter. Eliza did have a fairly large ass. Eliza seemed to be weak in the knees, her humiliation of having been exposed to a crowd of her peers as well as the people she idolized was breaking Eliza.

"Tie her up to a rack, before she passes out!" The Queen ordered.

A wooden rack was quickly carried into the center of the Queen's throne room. The rack as they called it was merely two heavy wooden triangular beams with a smooth circular cross section. Eliza was quickly pushed over the rack, her hands swiftly but firmly tied to one of the triangular beams. Her ass jutted outward facing the Queen who was flanked by her most important dignitaries and advisers.

The scene seemed like a blur, more and more witnesses approached the large circle of onlookers, government officials and their assistants scurried across the floor. The entire palace was buzzing. Priscilla looked at the Queen directing the whole show, a simple gesture of her hand could silence the crowd at any moment, her voice although frail and sickly commanded immediate respect. Priscilla yearned for this power, she yearned to abuse it, once Priscilla became Queen it would be a daily spectacle of public torture and humiliation. Priscilla took note of the executioner's muscular build, Priscilla was going to enjoy watching this ogre of a man strike Eliza harshly on her buttocks. Priscilla bit her bottom lip, she felt herself become excited as she saw the burly executioner bring out a large switch.

The Queen raised her hand, the entire crowd quieted, the only sound was whimpering coming from Eliza. Eliza's face was contorted, her buttocks exposed and clenched, waiting for the first painful humiliating strike from the large stoic executioner.

"Executioner, take your position, I want to see you give this servant ten of your best strikes."

The executioner nodded silently and then positioned himself behind Eliza, the crowd was murmuring in anticipation. Priscilla was now completely focused on the spectacle, she reveled as she stared haughtily and cruelly at Eliza as the poor servant shook with unbridled terror. The executioner reared back his hand raising the switch high above his head and swiftly with all of his might let the switch fly through the air, only to dramatically reduce the speed in which he swung the switch right in time to merely tap poor Eliza. Eliza screamed and kicked up her stocking clad feet nonetheless. The crowd laughed, Priscilla clapped and jumped a little, forgetting to compose herself as a royal as she had been coached.

The executioner muttered something along the lines of "This one will strike." before raising his hand again. Priscilla breathed in deeply, knowing that she was going to be thoroughly entertained by Eliza's beating.

"STOP THIS AT ONCE!" The voice came from a young woman, the entire crowd turned their heads in unison. The voice was coming from the side entrance to the throne room. It was Rosemary and she was holding a piece of the broken vase.

"What is the meaning of this?" The Queen shouted, the executioner lowered his arm and himself looked over at Rosemary.

"I have proof that this poor servant did not break the vase." Rosemary said holding up the piece of the broken vase.

Priscilla rolled her eyes confident that she left no trace of her guilt, and that the punishment proceedings would continue as planned.

"Look closely at this piece, it is laden with glitter, glitter only found on my brother's courtesan Priscilla's dress."

Priscilla's face suddenly became white, she nearly fainted. Priscilla felt eyes darting in her direction, she looked at her feet and stumbled slightly. She was completely dumbfounded. Her mind raced, "Could it be true?" "Could she had left evidence of her misdeed?"

As Priscilla was standing wide-eyed and stunned an official rushed over to Rosemary, who now had a gleeful smiling Violet standing next to her and took the broken vase piece and hurried over to the Queen. The crowd murmured as the Queen inspected the piece.

After studying the broken vase piece the Queen raised her hand for silence and spoke.

"Priscilla come forth and present yourself to me." The Queen's voice was stern and had a slight inflection of anger.

Priscilla just stood, still shocked and dumbfounded by the turn of events. Priscilla did hear the order and swallowed, she attempted to calm herself and approach the situation with dignity. Priscilla realized that if she ran it would be as good as admitting guilt, she would be caught and inevitably shamed in some way by the Queen. So Priscilla slowly stepped forward. Priscilla realized that denial was her best option and that she must present herself as an innocent party. Priscilla picked up her pace, her white face was now red, she felt the stares of the people in the throne room gazing upon her. Priscilla was the center of everyone's attention, but not in a way she wanted to be.

***

"Priscilla's Punishment"

"Come up to me." The Queen ordered as Priscilla came forward.

Priscilla could not help but shake as she walked up the small marble stairs towards the Queen's throne.

"Stand beside me." The Queen ordered.

Priscilla stood red-faced and shaking, facing the large crowd of people. Priscilla again felt faint as she saw all of the dignitaries, noblemen, noblewomen, and servant's eyes all locked on her. Priscilla felt more vulnerable than she had ever felt before, with the possible exception of just a few hours ago when she had exposed her anus in the "room of mirrors" as she licked at the Prince's arsehole.

The Queen rubbed her hand against Priscilla's glittery dress and then looked at her hand. The Queen then examined the broken vase piece, and then her hand again.

"How do you explain this?" The Queen sternly asked Priscilla.

"Your majesty, I can umm explain, as soon as the umm vase broke I immediately started cleaning up umm the pieces." Priscilla's voice immediately cracked as she nervously stumbled over her explanation.

"I was told that Eliza was frantically picking up the pieces when the guards came in, is that true guards?"

The two guards who had come onto the broken vase scene stepped forward. "Yes, your majesty."

Priscilla closed her eyes and shook, a single tear fell down her beat red face.

"Your majesty." Priscilla murmured.

"Hush, LIAR!" The Queen harshly replied.

"Please..." Priscilla nearly fainted as she became lightheaded, her world was now beginning to become a nightmare.

"QUIET! Untie the servant and let the servant speak." The Queen spoke, and the executioner put down his switch and swiftly untied Eliza, who slowly, Eliza was immediately draped in a blanket to cover her nudity.

"Yes your majesty?" The still sniffling servant said.

"Tell me the whole truth." The Queen sternly said.

"I was staffed to give Priscilla a tour of the gallery, I was elated. Priscilla did break the vase, but I did not believe anyone would take my word against such a powerful young woman." Eliza said her head bowed in shame, her hands still cupping her buttocks.

Priscilla's world was now upside down, she had never been punished in her life, she had hardly experienced any hardships, she could barely take the searing humiliation she was feeling simply being exposed as a wrongdoer. Priscilla's shame and humiliation were mixed with anger as she saw Rosemary and Violet giggling to each other and pointing at Priscilla.

The Queen then spoke again, "You lied! This is not becoming of someone who wants to be a princess in this court, I was about to punish an innocent party and you simply looked on with excitement! You are not fit for the throne!"

The Queen's words shattered Priscilla's world, she broke down, throwing herself onto her knees, blubbering and begging at the stoic and emotionless Queen.

"Please, your majesty! Please!" Priscilla pleaded, tears running down her cheeks.

"Pathetic, already begging and pleading. Don't you see, you are still to be punished. In my court, no one gets preferential treatment. I was easy on the servant because she accepted her punishment! I shall not be so easy on you!"

Eliza was ushered out of the crowd by her fellow servants. Many of the servants were visibly angry at Priscilla for accusing one of their own. Priscilla screamed and wailed at the Queen's feet as the crowd began to taunt the fallen Priscilla. Priscilla could hear the laughs of Rosemary and Violet the loudest.

The Queen raised her hand, demanding silence once again and then she began to speak. "I want every shred of clothing removed from Priscilla's body and I want her tied to the rack, both her hands and her feet. Then let her take ten strokes to her bare arse!"

Priscilla's eye's widened, she screamed a shrill scream and pulled at her blond hair, pulling it out in clumps.

"Oh look, she's having a temper tantrum, like a little baby!" Violet said mockingly, all Priscilla could do was turn and face the two taunting royals and hiss at them.

Priscilla struggled mightily as she was unceremoniously disrobed in front of the now rowdy crowd. Priscilla's beautiful dress was torn asunder by the two guards who had found Eliza cleaning up the broken vase, as well as the executioner. Priscilla's beautiful dress lay in an unusable shredded heap many feet away from her. Priscilla kicked and screamed while at the same time trying to cover herself. Even Priscilla's stockings were not spared. For the second time in one day, Priscilla was completely and utterly nude. This time, though she was nude in front of a large audience.

Now as naked as the day she was born, the two guards and the executioner unceremoniously dragged Priscilla to the rack as she continued to scream and fight, "No! No! Unhand me! I will have your heads!" Priscilla screamed as she was forcibly tied to the rack. Priscilla's wrists and ankles both tied to either side. Priscilla's backside, including her vaginal lips, were exposed, directly facing the Queen, the Prince's sisters and numerous high ranking nobles and dignitaries. Priscilla flexed every muscle in her body against her bondage to no avail.

The Queen put her hand up enticing the crowd into silence. "Executioner, you will have to strike hard for this one's arse is quite thick!" Priscilla screamed in utter humiliation as she heard the Queen crack a joke about the size of her posterior. Priscilla did have a large ass, and this was the second time today that this fact was acknowledged. The insult was made worse by the frenzied laughter it enticed from the crowd.

The Queen let the laughs from her insult die down before calling the crowd to silence again, "Hamilton, Priscilla's manservant, come forth." The Queen said with her most commanding voice.

A nervous and ashamed Hamilton slowly walked out of the crowd.

"Yes, your majesty." Hamilton said bowing.

"Do not fret for your own fate, for you have done nothing wrong. Yet I must ask you to assist your mistress in her punishment. I don't want her to bow her head during her punishment, I want her to gaze into the crowd. You shall kneel beside her and grip her hair, tilting her head towards the crowd." Spoke the Queen

Hamilton seemed torn, he hesitated.

"Do not fret, I outrank your mistress and will ensure that no trouble will come of this for you, yet if you refuse, I will punish you as well."

Hamilton knelt next to Priscilla and gripped her long blonde hair, using much of his strength he pulled Priscilla's face up to meet the crowd. Priscilla's naked breasts dangled before the crowd, her nipples hard from their exposure to the cold air.

Priscilla struggled, she gritted her teeth. "I will have your head for this Hamilton!"

"Executioner into position!" The Queen ordered.

The Executioner did as he was told and raised up the switch above his head.

"Remember, extra hard to get through all those layers of blubber!" The Queen added, causing the crowd to laugh.

Priscilla closed her eyes tightly and wrinkled her face, she flexed her buttocks. Priscilla had never been physically harmed, she did not know pain besides a scraped knee or a stubbed toe.

Priscilla heard the switch scream through the air, "Oh no, no, no, no!" Priscilla muttered bracing for the blow, only to feel a tap.

"Ow, ow, ow, ow!" Priscilla said out loud.

The burly executioner mumbled something to the effect of "Just a practice stroke, for aim." Before cocking his arm back again and striking Priscilla with a mighty blow to her tender ass. Priscilla had never felt so much pain cascade through her body ever before. Her eyes opened wide, Priscilla tried to scream, but instead, her mouth just opened with an expression of pure horror. As her eyes opened she saw the lower nobility and servants gawking and laughing at her. predicament. Priscilla tried to lower her head, only to feel her hair get strongly pulled by her own personal servant who was still diligently holding it in place.

Before Priscilla could utter any intelligible curse towards the crowd the second switch strike stung her even more mightily than the previous strike. Already thin red stripes were welted on Priscilla's backside. Priscilla's screams of pain and humiliation could not be heard over the deafening sound of mockery and jeering. Priscilla was now sobbing, her face contorted, she had lost all composure.

Then the third fourth and fifth strike hit Priscilla in succession. Priscilla shook and screamed in her bondage, thrashing her head so violently that a clump of her hair ripped out into Hamilton's hand, forcing him to grab at another clump, raising her head up again.

The Queen raised her hand for silence, forcing the crowd to die down and listen to the thundering sobs of Priscilla.

"Why...Please...Why? Let me go?" Priscilla was muttering defeated and now beyond humiliation. She no longer had the will to struggle, she just wanted her own personal nightmare to be over.

The Queen made the hand signal for the executioner to continue.

The executioner took his time but did not relinquish any of the strength of his blows. Between each of the last five blows, he teased Priscilla by tapping lightly on her arse and thighs. Priscilla deliriously looked on as some of the lowly servants were helping themselves to food, scraps of meat and vegetables, they ate as they watched Priscilla's mortifying punishment, completely entertained.

"Animals! Scum!" Priscilla spat before the executioner stung her with his final blow, which caused Priscilla to let out an ear drum bursting defeated scream.

Hamilton lets go of Priscilla's head, letting her hang it low in shame. The crowd jeered and made jokes at Priscilla's expense as she quivered tied to the rack. Eventually, the Queen made another call for silence.

"Turn her around and Hamilton lifts up her head so that I can look her in the eyes." The Queen ordered sternly."

Some guards and the executioner lifted and turned Priscilla so that she was facing the Queen, her backside still exposed with red and purple stripes from the cane was now facing the servants and lower nobility. Hamilton lifted Priscilla's head, by pulling her hair. Priscilla breathed heavily, still closing her eyes, not wanting to look at her tormentors. Priscilla was desperately humiliated, she believed that her shame could not reach any higher level.

The Queen spoke, "Open your eyes!" Her voice was commanding and Priscilla did not want to know what pain she would suffer if she did not obey.

Tears blurred Priscilla's vision, but as her vision became clarified she realized that her humiliation and shame could indeed rise to a higher level. The High Prince Blaine was standing, staring at Priscilla. Priscilla's sobs echoed through the throne room, her flesh quivered. The lower nobility jeered, laughed and cheered.

"Please, release me, please!" Priscilla blubbered, her words barely audible.

Priscilla flinched as she felt an object strike her ass.

Hamilton finally spoke, his voice was audible over the crowd, "The servants, they are throwing their food, meat and vegetable scraps, this is untenable, will you please have mercy and release her!"

The Queen was unmoved, she watched on as Priscilla's backside was pelted with chicken skin, half-eaten tomatoes, and apple cores. Priscilla winched and contorted her face, sobbing uncontrollably, cursing every person in the room, she had lost any and all composure. Yet the Queen watched on and so did the High Prince Blaine.

Priscilla's heart broke as she saw The High Prince mutter the words, "I cannot marry this dishonest woman. For she is unfit!"
Priscilla was now delirious, she had failed in her mission, she had now brought shame to herself and her family. Priscilla searched her mind for someone to blame, anyone, anything. Priscilla screamed and cursed at the High Prince, but as she searched her mind the only person she could truly blame was herself. The High Prince's sisters would disparage her name as a liar and a fornicator, the incident of her punishment would be known kingdom wide. Priscilla was crying like a baby, pleading nonsense that fell on deaf ears.

Eventually, Blaine looking disgusted turned his back to Priscilla and walked away. The Queen again motioned for silence.

"Prepare her carriage, and release this wench."

Hamilton let go of Priscilla's hair and almost immediately Priscilla began to struggle against her bondage, Priscilla felt one ankle be untied and immediately kicked her bare leg wildly at the guards who were doing the untying. Then, when her other leg was untied, she kicked wildly with both feet, she cursed, spat and wailed, her bare feet kicking wildly, her legs opening to shamelessly expose all of herself to the highly entertained crowd. Finally, Priscilla's wrist bondage was loosened and Priscilla immediately stood up, she let out a blood-curdling scream gripping her long blond hair that was impossibly tangled and messed up and ripped out two large clumps of it pulling it out from the roots. At this point, a notable amount of Priscilla's hair was missing and her head throbbed nearly as much as her buttocks.

Rosemary and Violet were buckled over laughing at the naked and humiliated courtesan, the Queen for the first time in the night cracked a wicked smile.

Priscilla's nostrils flared and she looked at the three royal women and gave them all a rude gesture. Just as Priscilla did this she felt a tomato strike her on her back, whipping around Priscilla made the same rude gesture to the servants and the lower nobility behind her, only to be struck in the face by another tomato. Priscilla continued to get pelted, the juices of apple cores, tomato, and chicken skin stuck to her naked flesh.

Priscilla had no choice but to run, run back towards her carriage. Her bare feet felt cold on the marble floor as her starkly naked body sprinted through the throne room and out into the front courtyard. Rosemary and Violet fell to the floor laughing at the sight of the formerly haughty young courtesan running naked, her tomato juice stained, switch struck ass jiggling as she ran.

Priscilla's feet hurt she exited the throne room, They pattered along the wet cobblestone path, guards looked on as the naked woman sprinted past them. Priscilla managed to stumble and fall directly into a small puddle. Dirty rainwater flung itself onto Priscilla's tear stained face. From her knees, Priscilla could see the ornate carriage that she had come to the palace in. Priscilla got up and continued to sprint, her soft bare feet kicked up pebbles as she ran. Priscilla couldn't get into the carriage fast enough and when she did she wailed and wailed, she punched and kicked, she pulled at her hair, again and again, pulling out more and more clumps. Priscilla was a crying, dirty mess, her hair ruined almost as much as her reputation and pride.

Eventually, Hamilton came to the carriage with a handful of pillows. Hamilton thought ahead. Priscilla would need them on the way back to her manner as her ass would be sore from her switching and much of the road was impossibly bumpy.

As Priscilla sat on a layer of five pillows, she was nearly catatonic. Priscilla crossed her legs and covered her breasts with her arms. She stood above Hamilton because the pillows lifted her up. Hamilton put his hand on her knee and said, "Don't worry m'lady there are plenty of suitors that would love to have you."

Priscilla broke down as the carriage bumped along on a bumpy path, "NO, NO, NO! Only The High Prince, I want to be Queen!" Priscilla sat high on her pillows flailing her limbs, having a pure temper tantrum. It would be like this for the entire trip back.

***

Prelude

After many weeks of isolation and perpetual temper tantrums, Priscilla came out of her quarters and resumed her life. Her reputation was ruined, but she was still a very rich and powerful woman. Eventually, she would indeed marry, but not to the High Prince, instead she would marry a distinguished Admiral, whose cunning won the Kingdom numerous decisive battles, the man was Hamilton's son Dane Lockridge.

In the newly christened Lockridge manner, a room of mirrors was installed at Priscilla's request. Dane Lockridge was surprised to find Priscilla's sexual tendencies were very giving, which was in juxtaposition to Priscilla's outward personality. Dane could not stand Priscilla's entitled and sadism towards her servant, so Dane made sure to take Priscilla over his knee and spank her whenever she committed these unbecoming acts.

Dane and Priscilla's relationship was a curiosity to the rest of the nobility and royalty. It was openly wondered why such a strong and dignified Admiral would lower himself to marry a woman with such a sullied reputation. Priscilla loved that her husband would always defend her.

Priscilla eventually would learn of a political movement to weaken the royal family and install a parliament with a Prime Minister, who would hold more power than a King. Priscilla took it upon herself to push for her husband Dane to push for this type of system.

During an economic depression, this system was established in a bloodless coup and the very first Prime Minister of the Kingdom was none other than Dane Lockridge. Priscilla had finally achieved her wish of being the wife of the most powerful man in the country. Yet even then, her history followed her, the presses would bring up the "Switching Scandal" as Priscilla's humiliation was referred to many times. Priscilla was considered a "political liability" for her Husband, yet he stuck with her, even when the papers published a detailed illustrated comic of Priscilla's public humiliation. He stuck with her even after Rosemary and Violet spent a great deal of money erecting a statue of Priscilla to the royal rack and transported it across the world's museums passing it off as high art.

So, Priscilla was never fully able to distance herself from her short stay at the royal palace, yet she endured, never completely losing her haughty mock-royalty personality, never fully giving up her tendencies to get sadistic joy out of suffering. Yet she herself would recreate her faithful night at the Royal Palace in private with her Husband, for Priscilla not only liked to revel in her own sadism, but also in her own masochism. In the end, nothing made her more lustful and wet than lowering herself to perceived disgusting taboo depths. She could never reconcile her shame with her desires.