One could argue that it was her own fault to be wandering at night outside her bedroom in her cosy little pyjamas. And it would have been a fair accusation. Though she wasn't expecting to find her in a situation where she needed to get rid of her robe. After all, it normally wouldn't be possible for anyone to tell her what to wear, and what to undress for that matter.
Anyway, she didn't feel like a highest person while awkwardly standing there in guilt. From above, she cast him a semi-fierce glance when Aether told her how good of a girl she’d been for following his instructions. She had a rebellious spirit, which liked to protest.
Taken by her back and shoulder, her body was being repositioned by him. “Oh. Is this a combat technique?” she asked, seemingly curious. Since there were knights appointed to her for her protection, she never needed to learn combat maneuvers. “Something a knight taught you to immobilise library thieves?” She kept speculating. In truth, it was none of that. She quickly understood that when Aether began to bend her over his knee.
“What?” she questioned with a rich voice. Just like that, the princess was over his lap. Her hips stretched, her shorts running farther up inevitably, defining her curves more and starting to hint at the shape of her underwear through some outlines. She wasn't an awfully slim woman below the waist, not lacking the material to cover his lap fully. “This is a terribly inappropriate position for a princess to assume,” Zelda suggested.
Even for a noble lady who had managed to keep her buttocks pale throughout her life, it wasn't difficult to guess which particular punishment this position was for. Aether soon confirmed that what she feared was true. “That can't be it. Do I need to remind you that I'm your princess?” Zelda said as a hand rested on her bottom.
Regardless of how unlikely this whole ordeal looked to her, this was indeed the reality. It felt so when he gave her a smack. Her eyes widened in surprise. “Huh?” She exclaimed in disbelief. Her frustration was clear. However, there was another heart-pounding feeling that grew within her alongside from the moment she was pulled over his knee. Another smack on the bum fueled it more. “Y-you did it again.”
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