This story contains sexual words, themes, and actions.  
If you are under 21, go away.  If it's against the law 
for you to read it, go away.  If you are of legal age, 
and you like this sort of thing, and even learn stuff 
from it... keep on reading...

This story was written by me for a "Fantasy Train" 
ride concocted by Shon Richards and Maria Gonzales.  
They have a whole site dedicated to it, so check
it out... 
http://www.asstr.org/~MariaGonzales/fantasy/fantasy.ht
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It is inspired by Malinov's orgies... which is sort of 
when a whole bunch of writers wrote anecdotes using 
each other, and other people, as characters.  I didn't 
use a whole bunch of writers as main characters, 
mostly because I wanted to have my own little 
adventure.  :)  I hope you enjoy it..  and if you do, 
drop me an email, ok?

And without further ado...


The King and I by Pami (pami1968@aol.com)

The conductor's voice cut through the clamor of the 
train... 

"LONDON..... 1461" the leprechaun's reedy voice echoed 
in my ears.  

I smiled at John A.  He grinned back, "Lemme guess... 
medieval England... from the grin on your face, and 
the clothes that you are wearing, Pami, I guess this 
is your stop."

"But of course, John," I laughed, "I always read about 
how Edward IV of England was such an incredibly 
handsome blond... I HAVE to see for myself.  Plus... 
he was SUCH a womaniser...he needs a lesson."  I had a 
feeling that I was going to enjoy dominating this 
younger man.  I wanted him to remember me, Pami, for 
all time.  Besides, how many women in the middle ages 
actually were sexual dominatrixes?  Not many, I was 
guessing.  Edward would be the first on his block to 
have the privilege, I smirked to myself.  Shon shook 
his head and smiled, "Pami, Pami, Pami... I thought 
the Spanish Inquisition was more your style.   I can 
just picture you putting some hapless man on the rack 
until he begs for forgiveness."

"I am HURT, Shon," I replied in a shocked tone, "I 
don't like to ACTUALLY hurt people, just tie them up 
and play with them a bit."  I privately figured that
Shon had forgotten about all of those female 
submissive stories that I had written.

The conductor's voice came over the intercom again.  
"Pami, are you getting off or not?" was heard in an 
exasperated tone.

I think the whole train laughed at that one.  "Not 
yet, but give me a LITTLE time," I responded, rising 
out of my seat and alighting from the train.





I landed in a gutter, awash with fresh sewage.  
"Yuck," I commented to myself as gingerly picked my 
way into the middle of the brick-paved street.

A large cathedral was about 500 yards in front of me 
and I gazed in awe.  It was gray stone, and I thought 
about exactly how long it would have taken to build 
without modern machinery.  As I glanced at the 
buildings surrounding me, I was taken a bit aback to 
see just how many were made of wood, rather than 
stone.  Of course, the Great Fire in the next century 
would take care of that.  I wanted to remember what 
everything looked like for when I had to return to my 
mundane life in the now distant future.  There were 
people everywhere, running everywhere, and they 
SMELLED.  I never really appreciated modern plumbing 
sufficiently, I decided.

I glanced down at my clothes, glad that I had the 
forethought to change before we left on this little 
whirlwind tour of history.  I was clad in a forest 
green linen gown.  One that clung to my rather 
generous curves, had a low neckline, exposing my 
shoulders and the creamy top curves of my rather large 
tits, and it kindly flared out when it got to my hips.  
My gold belt slung low, cinching in the yards of 
fabric, and I carried a matching green bag.  I was 
rather proud of this outfit.  I had sewn it myself, 
and it was light enough that I could wear it in the 
summer heat, and I didn't have to bother with a 
chemise.  Yes, I was pretty racy by 15th century 
standards, but I figured I had to catch Edward's eye 
SOMEHOW!  My long golden brown hair was loose and 
flowing down my back.  Usually that was the first 
thing that caught a gentleman's eye from a distance 
anyway.

A group of well-dressed men galloped horses down the 
center of the street, directly at me.  I jumped back, 
just in time to avoid being run down, and slipped and 
fell.  I yelled a bit as I struck the ground.  
"DAMMIT!"   Bricks hurt, especially when they hit your 
funny bone. 

I writhed on the ground for a minute or two in pain, 
before I noticed the trio of gentlemen standing before 
me.  

"Mistress, please allow me to beg your pardon.  My 
companions and I were riding too quickly."

The speaker was a gentleman of about 35.  Tall and 
good-looking, with dark brown hair and hazel eyes.  He 
was splendidly dressed in a silk tunic, and carried a 
sword at his side.  While I felt a small twinge in my 
nether regions, my conscious mind reminded me that 
this man was too old to be my quarry.

"It is quite all right, my lord," I answered, 
beginning to get up from the ground.  A strong hand 
reached out and helped lift me to my feet.  As I 
glanced up at the owner of the hand... Pay dirt!

He was young, looked to be about 20, with dark blond 
thick hair, and he was tall.  About 6'3", with 
piercing blue eyes.  His skin was tanned, but not the 
tanning bed tan of the 1990's, it was the weather 
beaten tan of the 1460's.  The leprechaun had promised 
I would meet Edward without delay, and he certainly 
appeared to be correct.

"Edward Rex, at your service, Mistress," he commented 
as he bowed over my hand.  His eyes lingered on my 
bosom, which was exactly what was supposed to happen. 


Shivers ran up my spine upon listening to his husky 
voice with a glorious accent call me Mistress.  I only 
hoped he would have occasion to repeat it.

"Are you chilled, Mistress?" he asked as he smiled 
down at me.  His blue eyes warmed me inside as I fully 
appreciated why he would have so many mistresses in 
his life.  His charm was apparent just from the few 
glances I had received.

"Actually, your Grace, I AM a bit shaken.  Would you 
mind if I sat down for a moment?" I asked, fluttering 
my eyelashes at him.  I knew I was behaving 
shamelessly by medieval standards, but I was only 
going to be there for a short time, and I had to work 
fast.  Especially since, at age 30, I was practically 
an old woman... I needed to do something to capture 
his attention NOW.

Edward tucked my hand into the crook of his elbow and 
he turned and looked at his companions.  "The lady and 
I will be adjourning to the tavern across the highway.  
Go make arrangements," he commanded.  

I thrilled to the tone of command in his voice.  My 
goodness, I thought.  So young, and already so sure of 
himself.  But this was a man who had won the crown of 
England away from his predecessor by right of arms.  
He had personally led the Yorkist army to victory 
against the Lancastrians.  Of course, I knew that it 
was but a temporary moment of peace.  One that I was 
going to cash in on.

He smiled down at me, and whispered for my ears alone, 
"I am most flattered, Mistress, that you know who I 
am.  Dare I hope you have been pining away after me?"

"Your Grace!"  I playfully tapped his hand with my 
free one.  "Surely all of England knows of your 
glorious victories.  I, however, would like to know 
more about the man who has brought peace to our land.  
Would you be honest with a loyal subject?"

"Of course, Mistress... I am afraid I do not have the 
honor of knowing YOUR name," he flirted back at me 
with those incredible eyes.

"Kathryn.  Just Kathryn, my lord."

We strolled up to a wooden building that would never 
have passed a single building code, even in the slums 
of New York City.  A well-dressed man opened the door 
for us, and Edward and I entered the dimly lit room.

It was a regular tavern room, with a few roughly hewn 
tables and a somewhat seedy looking man and woman 
stood off to one side.  

"Your Grace..." the man started to speak.  

The woman shoved him aside and rushed forward.  She 
was no fool, I could tell from a single look.  She 
fell to her knees before the king, and gushed forth 
about how honored they were that he stopped into their 
tavern, and if there were any way at all that they 
could serve him, he had but to ask.  All the while, I 
noticed, she was thrusting her tits forward at the 
king, as if offering them to him.  Slut, I thought.  I 
smiled inwardly, knowing that I was doing the exact 
same thing, if in a somewhat more refined manner.

Edward raised his hands.  "Thank you.  Thank you.  It 
is indeed an honor for me to stop in a place with such 
loyal subjects.  Now, if you would step aside, the 
lady has suffered a fall and needs to be seated."

I swore, as he pulled me forward to sit in one of the 
rickety chairs by the fire, that this was the voice of 
a much older man.  I had come to this time and place 
to give Edward a lesson in submission, but I was 
starting to doubt whether I would be able to command 
him.

The woman rushed up to us with two mugs of ale.  I 
shuddered as I tasted mine, and Edward was quick to 
pick up on it.  "Are you still ill, my lady Kathryn?" 
he asked with concern.

"Oh no, your Grace, I am simply unused to this ale.  I 
generally drink only water," and I mentally kicked 
myself for that faux pas.  No one in the middle ages 
drank much water.  The water table was contaminated, 
and most water was drawn from the rivers that were the 
same ones people threw sewage in.

"Water?  Not wine?  I cannot imagine such rosy lips 
touching anything other than the finest wines," Edward 
said as he leaned closer to me.  Oh yes, he was 
turning on the charm now, I thought.

I reached up and touched my lips.  I tried to blush, 
really, I did, but I didn't think I had much success.  
It really was a pretty tame comment considering what I 
usually heard back in my own time period.  Still, I 
played along.  "Oh, THESE lips?  Do you like them, 
your Grace?" I asked with what I hoped was a 
coquettish expression on my face.

"I wonder if they are as soft as they look," he mused 
with an equally teasing look at me.

"Let me see," I countered.  I ran my finger over my 
lips and then daringly reached out and ran it over his 
full lips.  He opened his mouth and lightly bit the 
fingertip as it caressed him.

He looked at me, as if to ask me a silent question, 
and then, probably seeing how my brown eyes melted 
under his gaze, he stood up abruptly.  He looked over 
at the two gentlemen that had been escorting him, who 
now stood off to one side of the room.  "Leave us.  
Now.  And tell the tavern-keeper and his wife to stay 
out of here until I call."

The brown-haired man that had addressed me earlier 
opened his mouth to protest, but Edward cut him off.  
"I said leave us.  Do it.  Now."

And with that, the two men bowed.  One exited out the 
front door to the street, presumably to stand guard, 
and the other through the hallway, towards the 
kitchen.

Edward fell to his knees in front of my chair.  "I 
will perish if I do not touch your lips, sweet Kate," 
he told me.  After I got over my initial surprise that 
they actually DID talk like that back then, I found my 
voice.

"Give me your hand, your Grace," I told him huskily, 
extending my own towards him.

He placed his hand in mine and I folded back his 
fingers until only his forefinger was pointing out.  
This I took and lightly ran over my lips. I traced the 
curve of my mouth with the king's finger around and 
around.  I finally opened my mouth slightly and 
allowed the finger to touch my tongue.  As I slowly 
sucked his finger into the warm wetness of my mouth, 
the King of England let out a low groan.  He sounded 
like a tiger purring low in his throat.  

I ran my tongue over and around his finger, letting 
him feel the roughness of the pad of my tongue.   And 
darting the tip of it around and around the tip.  I 
wanted him to imagine where else my mouth would feel 
good.  He seemed mesmerized by my actions, and I 
started to wonder if perhaps they didn't do this back 
in the middle ages.  But I thrust that thought right 
out of my mind.  Indeed, it was becoming difficult to 
think rationally when I had such a gorgeous young man 
in such proximity.  My head was turning the thinking 
process over to my pussy.  And my pussy told me that I 
wanted this man badly, king or not.

He pulled his finger out of my mouth and wrapped my 
long hair around and around his fist.  He held me 
still as he leaned closer.  I couldn't pull my eyes 
away from his well-shaped lips, and I couldn't wait to 
taste him.  He stopped abruptly mere inches from 
touching my mouth with his and I whimpered.  I didn't 
mean to, but I couldn't help myself.  His blue eyes 
twinkled into mine, and he told me, "Ask me, Kate.  
Ask your king to take command of you.  Ask me to make 
you mine.  Ask me, Kate."

"Please, your grace.  Please kiss me.  I want to taste 
you," I mewled at him.  I was kind of despising myself 
at this point, and I wondered what Shon and John and 
even Maria would think of the in-control Pami when 
they heard about THIS! 
Then Edward's lips brushed against mine, and I stopped 
thinking again, and started feeling.

His mouth was full and soft, but as our kiss 
lengthened, his lips seemed to harden a bit, and I 
could feel his tongue brush against my closed mouth.  
I opened my mouth to his questing tongue, and I felt 
like I was struck by a thousand small electric shocks 
all over my body as his tongue met mine.  Part of me 
marvelled that kissing, at least, hadn't seemed to 
have changed over the past 500 years.  As his tongue 
swished over my teeth, I shivered with lust.  I spread 
my legs as wide as my full skirt would allow, and 
leaned forward, into the kneeling Edward's firm body.  
I twined my own hands through his thick wavy hair and 
gently pulled on it at his nape, enjoying the small 
moan I heard and felt as a result.

Edward broke the kiss.  He used his grasp on my long 
hair to tilt my head backwards and he licked down the 
paleness of my throat.  "You are a witch, Mistress," 
he groaned as he licked quickly back and forth across 
the pulse points at the base of my neck.  "What spell 
did you cast over me in the street?"

I thought quickly.  I needed to be careful.  If, as I 
suspected, his men-at-arms were listening, or even 
watching us, it was important that they not think I 
was truly a witch.  In the middle ages, they burnt 
witches.  Well, at least they killed them in SOME 
unsavory fashion.  I couldn't think exactly what
way was in fashion at this time.  "Your Grace," I 
panted,  "Edward, I am not a witch, merely a woman who 
is overcome by your presence."  Truthfully, I wanted 
to tell him that I didn't care what he called me as 
long as we got naked pretty quickly, but I didn't 
think that would go over very well.

He stopped nuzzling my neck long enough to look into 
my eyes.  "Ahhh, Kate, I can tell by the look in your 
pretty brown eyes that you are telling me the truth.  
And tell me, when you look into my eyes, what do you 
see?"

I looked.  His eyes were dilated, the black pupil 
covered all but a small ring of blue fire that shone 
out at me.  "Edward, what I see is a man who needs me. 
Who needs to be with me.  Who needs to feel what only 
I can give him."  I knew I sounded kind of stupid, but 
what the hell.  It wasn't like I was ever going
to SEE the man again.

And with that I pulled his face to mine for another 
long and deep kiss.  I felt his left hand come up and 
cup my right breast.  His hands were very large, and
I couldn't believe that he almost fit the entire globe 
in his hand.  As his hand massaged and kneaded, I 
moaned into his mouth.  He pulled slightly back from 
me, and we both watched as he tugged my already low 
neckline down, so that my tits popped right over the 
top.  

"Kate, your titties are beautiful.  I can't wait," the 
king moaned as he bent his head slightly and took a 
nipple into his mouth.  

I arched my back let out a long, low purr.  His teeth 
were pulling on my nipple, almost biting it, and I 
loved the feeling.  When he flicked his tongue back 
and forth, I thought I would melt.  His hand reached 
up and began caressing the neglected breast.  Every 
time he pulled on my nipples, I groaned, and I guess 
he got the idea, because he stopped sucking my tit and 
looked up at me.  He smiled, a slow sexy smile that 
was bordering on a smirk, and took both nipples in his 
hands.  He pulled and twisted at the same time, and as 
the slight pain registered, I groaned more loudly.  
"So, My lady Kathryn likes a little pain?" Edward 
asked me with a lazy grin on his handsome face.  I had 
a tough time remembering that this was a 19 year old 
teenager who was so commanding.   I could only imagine 
what this man would be like in 10 or 15 years.

Both of our eyes were glued to my tits, and as Edward 
pulled and twisted, my normally rose-pink nipples 
became a darker, dusky color, and grew.  The areola 
around them even grew hard and somewhat ripply, and I 
could feel every tug and pinch echo in my clit.  "My 
bag, my bag," I gasped out, and gestured at the small 
scrap of green linen that I had been carrying.  It was 
now lying just out of reach on the floor.  Edward 
looked at me quizzically, but didn't question, and 
just reached out one of his paws and picked it up.  A 
slightly metallic-sounding jingle came from out of the 
bag, and he pulled it open and reached inside.  As he 
pulled out the contents, he looked at the item and 
then silently handed it over.  I placed one end of the 
nipple clamps on my left nipple, and the other end on 
my right, with Edward's face breaking out into a grin 
as I did so.  "Kathryn, where did you get such an 
interesting device?" he enthused.  He picked up the 
center of the connecting chain and pulled on it, and I 
felt the tug on my tits grow.  He pulled them hard, 
and then let go and watched my tits bounce back into 
shape.  I had brought them to use on HIM, but the 
circumstances seemed to warrant using them myself.  
And I had to admit, nothing keeps me hornier and 
hotter than the constant pressure on my nipples.  "I 
shall have to have a silversmith make some." Edward 
smiled at me.  

I couldn't stand the small talk and pulled him close 
for another kiss.  Our tongues dueled, and the 
pressure from his chest kept the chain on my clamps 
taut.  And then I felt his hand slide up my skirt.  He 
paused at my knee, and caressed that sensitive area 
right behind it, and then continued up.  My pussy was 
gushing, and I could feel my juices puddling up 
underneath me.  I had completely soaked through my 
dress, and I tried not to think about what would 
happen when I had to get up and walk somewhere in 
public.  

The king's fingers brushed lightly over my bare pussy 
lips.  I had shaved well before embarking on Shon's 
little trip, and I was glad that I had.  It just 
seemed that being naked down there makes things more 
sensitive.  I scooched forward to the edge of the 
chair to help Edward gain access to my cunt.  His 
fingers spread my lips and he found my clit right 
away.  (So, they DID know about those things back 
then!)  I know I let out an incredibly loud noise at 
that moment.  I was trying to be quiet, but if its 
done right, I have a tough time.  And this man 
definitely knew how to do it right.  He rubbed his 
finger up one side of it, and his thumb up the other, 
and I thought I would just fall apart from the 
pleasure.  "Oh.  Yes.  Edward... there.   More.  
Please..." I started directing him.  Well, maybe it 
was begging, but I really couldn't think properly with 
the guy rubbing my clit like that.  I was practically 
bouncing up and down in the chair at that point.  When 
he took one of his other fingers and slid it deep 
inside my wetness I couldn't take anymore and 
thundered into a mind-blowing orgasm.  Good God... the 
King of England just made me come, I dazedly thought.  

I slumped back into the chair, and watched as Edward 
took his hands out from under my long skirt.  He 
brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them.  I 
shuddered.  I have always been half horrified and half 
mesmerized by that sight.  "Mmmmm," he moaned.  "I 
need more.  You have the sweetest cunt I have ever 
tasted."  And with that, he threw my skirt up and 
thrust his head between my thighs.  

I was coming alive again, and helped out by taking my 
legs and throwing them over the wooden arms of the 
chair.  It was an uncomfortable position, but I didn't 
feel that.  I only felt the tongue that ran up and 
down my wetness.  His fingers pulled my lips far 
apart, and Edward thrust his tongue into my passage.  
I could feel it wiggling inside me, as he tried to 
lick up all of my freely flowing juices.  He tongue 
fucked me for long minutes and I loved every second of 
it.  But it was when he moved his mouth over my clit 
and sucked it into his mouth that I went berserk.  The 
suction on that little nodule of feeling was enough to 
make me see stars, and I vaguely heard myself almost 
screaming as the orgasm overtook me.  He stayed there, 
his hands holding me still, and kept the suction up.  
When I started to come down, he lightly bit my clit 
and I was off again.

Finally, he pulled his face away and I looked into his 
eyes.  He was shiny with my wetness and I thought he 
looked a little out of breath.  I guess I tried to 
smother him when I closed my legs around his head.  
Oops.  I thought that I might get in trouble if I 
killed the King of England and messed up the timeline.  
Even if it was an accident.

Still, he grinned at me.  "My lady, that was 
incredible.  Every time I thought I licked it all up, 
you produced more.  You ARE a witch."

I smirked at him and replied, "The only part of you 
that I want to cast a spell on is this, your Grace," 
as I reached down and felt his hard cock in his 
tights.  (Tights of the middle ages weren't for women, 
they were made of rather sturdy material, usually 
cotton, and functioned as leg coverings underneath a 
short tunic.)

I told the king to stand before me, and I pulled up 
his tunic, and down his tights, and there was one of 
the largest and thickest penises I had ever had the 
good fortune to behold.  In real life, anyway.  It was 
pale white with a reddish head, uncut, about 9 or 10 
inches long, and thick enough that I couldn't get my 
hand around it.  God, I couldn't wait to feel this 
inside of me!  Still... there were other things I 
wanted to do first.  And Edward WAS 19.  Practically 
at his sexual peak.  I grinned at the thought.

I pulled the foreskin back and gently licked the head.  
I looked up at Edward as I did so, and was rewarded by 
seeing his eyes close and his head fall back.  I 
licked around and around and then I found the pulsing 
vein running up the underside.  I traced it with my 
tongue, and watched Edward watch me as I did.  His 
hands were in my hair, not forcing me to suck him, but 
more or less because it was a convenient place for him 
to rest them, I suppose.  I licked back and forth over 
that spot right at the base of his cock, nestled in 
the blond fleece there, and his hands tightened 
convulsively.  I smiled, as much as it was possible to 
do without taking my mouth off of him, and then sucked 
one of his large balls into my mouth.  I very gently 
rolled it around and took my hands and placed them on 
his tight ass.  I then took my tongue and retraced my 
path, back up the vein, to the now angrily-red 
mushroom head of that gorgeous cock.  I opened my 
mouth to suck his magnificent manhood, and the hands 
in my hair pulled me away.

I looked up at Edward quickly.  I thought I was doing 
pretty good so far, and I opened my mouth to ask what 
was wrong, when he told me.  "Ask me.  Beg me, Kate.  
Ask to suck your king's cock."  His normally husky 
voice had deepened, and I was thrilled by the tone it.  

"Please, your Grace," I started, "Please let me suck 
you.  I want to taste all of you.  Let me, Edward."

He reached one hand around and started waving his 
hard-on in front of my eyes.  "Put out your tongue, 
Kate."  I complied.  "Farther.  No, farther."  I stuck 
my tongue out as far as I could, and he slapped my 
tongue with his erection.  I whimpered, and tried to 
lick it.  "No.  Stay still.  You will get it when I
want, not when you want.  Remember who is king, my 
lady," Edward admonished me.  So I stayed like that, 
tongue extended, and endured the feeling of that piece
of flesh that I craved so much slapping against my 
tongue time after time.  Finally, it must have gotten 
to be too much, even for him, and he commanded me, 
"Open all the way up, Kathryn," and as I did so, he 
slid his cock as far into me as I could easily take.  

I gagged slightly as his hardness touched the back of 
my throat, but I closed my mouth around him and 
started sucking him as I craved.  I could taste the 
slight saltiness of his pre-come, and I savored it.  
Some things don't change too much, even over a span of 
500 or so years.  I bobbed my head back and forth, 
enjoyed the feeling of his cock in my mouth.  I 
swirled my tongue around him as much as I could with 
his thickness in my rather small mouth.  I felt his 
ass tighten under my hand, and I guessed that a man 
probably didn't get too many blow jobs in the middle 
ages.  If lots of women in the 1990's didn't do it, I 
supposed even fewer in the 1460's did.  Heck, for all 
I knew, I was giving the first EVER blow job.  His 
moans grew in volume, and I looked up and saw him 
grimacing, in what I hoped was an effort not to come 
too soon.  Still, after about ten minutes of 
alternating light suction with my best imitation of a 
vacuum cleaner, I saw his eyes close and he yelled.  
This was it, I guessed.  I withdrew until only the 
head was in my mouth and was rewarded by about ten 
spurts of creamy fluid jetting onto my taste buds.  
Mmmm... brie... I thought to myself.  I sucked him 
gently through his orgasm and then pulled away. 

Edward pulled me to my feet, and kissed me long and 
deeply.  His tongue caressed the roof of my mouth, 
causing me to twitch in his arms.  I was slightly 
surprised that he didn't mind kissing me after I had 
gone down on him, but I certainly wasn't arguing.  He 
tugged on the chain of the clamps I still had on, and 
I moaned.  Yes, I was hot again.  Actually, going down 
on him had kept my libido on simmer, but his kisses 
and his touch were sending my blood (and other body 
parts) to full boil again.  

He gently pushed away from me, and then removed the 
clip attached to my left tit.  I moaned as the blood 
began to flow into the nipple again.  This was always 
the hardest part.  But after they were off, my nips 
were always ultra-sensitive.  He massaged the free 
one, and then unclamped the other breast.  A small 
tear ran down my cheek from the pain, and he leaned 
down and kissed it.

"My lady Kathryn," the king started, "I have learned 
so much about you in such a short time.  You have a 
most delicious mouth."  He kissed me.  "You have a 
most delicious cunt."  He pulled my skirt up and 
patted it.  "And you have the most delicious tits."  
He tweaked my nipple.  "I think, what this means, is 
that you, my dear Kate, are the most delicious slut in 
all of Christendom."  

I smirked.  Ok.  It was corny, and later on I would no 
doubt think it was hokey, but at the time, it sounded 
pretty wonderful.  After all, this was arguably the 
most powerful man in the world telling me this.  I was 
as enthralled by him as I had intended for him to be 
by me.

"However," he continued, "I am not quite finished with 
you yet, Kate."  And he turned me around.  He reached 
around and cupped my tits from behind and kneaded 
them.  He whispered in my ear, "Don't you think, sweet 
mistress, that you have been a bit forward with your 
king?"  He bit my earlobe.  "I think, as would any 
reasonable man, that your training in deportment has 
been sorely lacking.  And I think that it is my 
responsibility, as your liege, to remedy that 
situation."  Edward's tongue flicked in my ear as he 
spoke and I shivered uncontrollably.

He pulled my skirt up again, and bent me over the 
chair that I had so recently been sitting in.  My pale 
bottom faced him, and I had a feeling I knew what was 
next.  How had things gotten so out of my control?  I 
was supposed to be teaching HIM a lesson, not the 
other way around.  And then I stopped thinking.  
CRACK... Edward's strong hand fell across my ass 
cheeks, fairly hard, and I yelped.

"No," he reprimanded me, "You will have to be quiet, 
Kate.  You need this.  You need the discipline.  And 
you need to know who is in charge here."  Once again,
I was startled to remember that this man was only 19 
years old.  Almost 12 years my junior, and here I was, 
bare-assed, letting him spank me.  CRACK... I bit my 
lip to stop from making noise.  

"Good girl," he told me in that husky voice, and I 
felt my pussy moistening still more.  

He spanked me quite a few times.  I lost track.  But 
he would stop between each one and if I was quiet, he 
would tell me what a good girl I was, and if I made 
noise, he told me how disappointed he was.  And I 
wanted to please him.  He caressed my bottom every few 
smacks, and his hands felt cool against the burning 
warmth of my ass.  Occasionally he would reach between 
my legs and feel the wetness of my pussy.  His fingers 
felt so good there, and I didn't want him to take them 
away.  But he did, and my spanking continued.

Finally, there was a long pause.  I wondered if he was 
done disciplining me when I felt something hot and 
hard against my wet cunt.  I looked around and there 
Edward was, tunic pulled up, his large cock against 
me.  I moaned and wiggled my ass.  I was so hot that I 
just wanted him inside me.  I didn't know if it was 
the spanking, or the caressing, or the words, but I 
wanted to be fucked.

I spread my legs a little bit further, and Edward 
thrust home in one motion.  I felt his balls slap 
against my clit as he reached maximum penetration.  He 
held his cock there, and I could feel him stretching 
me.  I could feel him throbbing inside and I tightened 
and relaxed my inner muscles to massage him.  He 
groaned and began thrusting back and forth inside my 
passage.  His hips felt cool against my burning 
bottom, and I reveled in the sensations.

Edward would vary between hard and deep thrusts, and 
then he would slow down the pace and feed me one inch 
of his prick at a time.  Once, when he was embedded 
all the way inside me, he slapped my ass, and told me 
how good I felt when I tightened around him as a 
result.  After that, he would spank me from time to 
time as we fucked.  

I lost track of time.  I had no idea how long we had 
been actually going at it, but I started to feel the 
pressure building up.  The combination of the friction 
of his balls against my clit, plus he was hitting my 
g-spot with his thrusts, started to push me closer to 
a climax.  I wanted to feel him come inside me, so I 
reached between my legs and cupped his balls, gently 
massaging them.  We weren't talking at all, but the 
grunts and groans probably made it clear to the nearby 
men-at-arms what was going on.  I knew my vocal volume 
had long since passed a discreet level, and Edward's 
wasn't far behind.  

Finally, with a flurry of hard and deep thrusts, I 
felt my body freeze.  One more thrust and I orgasmed 
as hard as I have ever done in my entire life.  I 
really thought I was seeing stars.  I felt Edward ram 
into me, and hold it there.  He roared, almost like a 
lion, and I felt the pulsing that signified his own 
climax.  Every throb of his cock ran over my clit and 
kept me coming in waves.

I collapsed over the chair, and Edward leaned on me, 
still half hard inside me.  We were both panting like 
we had sprinted an entire marathon, and I remembered 
that I was 12 years older than him, and I needed to 
rest.

Just then I heard a long low whistle.  A train 
whistle.  Edward looked at me as I groaned.  
"Kathryn... what is THAT?" he asked me incredulously.

I pushed him away from me and turned and looked into 
those vivid blue eyes.  "That is my ride, you Grace.  
And it is time for me to go."  I smiled at him as
I tried to push my breasts back into my dress, and 
smooth my hair as much as possible.

"You... are ... a witch..." Edward said, haltingly.  
"Will!   Thomas!" he called out to his men-at arms and 
they burst through the door.

I saw the light that was the doorway to the train, and 
ran the few steps needed to reach it.  "Something like 
that, Edward.  But YOU cast the spell on ME," I cried 
as I jumped on the platform and the train whisked 
away.





I stumbled to my seat, and Shon looked at me.  "You 
look like you have been thoroughly fucked, Pami" he 
said with a smirk.

"And what is that big wet spot on the back of your 
dress?" Maria chimed in with her usual perky tone.

John spread a blanket out on the seat for me, and I 
sat down.  "Did you bring him to his knees?" he asked 
me.

I smiled tiredly.  "Something like that, John, 
Something like that."  And then I realized I had 
forgotten my bag and the nipple clamps.  I laughed out 
loud as I thought that the royal silversmiths would at 
least have a model to base their designs on.

"Who's up next?  I need a nap," I told the compartment 
as I closed my eyes. 
