The Royal Space Brat (for Matisse)

[Jinchu]

"Watch your language, young lady!" Lydia's tone suddenly turned veruy firm, very angry and stern. Serving Astrid for years, she was sure the teen had never been adressed and treated like that. Well, it was time to get used to it!


She pressed Astrid more firmly to her lap, raised the brush high and delivered a sound smack right in the middle of the royal behind. The bright oval mark appered on the thousands of screens on the hundreds of planets.


"This is called a spanking, Astrid. It's what bad, misbehaving kids get then they misbehave." the maid explained.

[Matisse]

Astrid blushed at the maid's words. It was the first time in her life she felt the stern voice of a scolding and that managed to disorient her for a moment. And in that moment, the sharp smack fell on her behind, making her let out a loud cry of pain.

As the maid explained what just happened, the former princess felt furious.

"That fucking hurt, bitch!" she exclaimed "And you're all liars! You said you would't have tortured me!"

[Jinchu]

"That's not a torture" One-Eyed Corman laughed again. "Nothing like what you and your subordinates used on my brave comrades. It's just a normal way of upbringing, you would be familiar with it unless you were a spoiled priveleged brat."


"Watch your language, girl" Lydia sternly demanded. "I'll have to wash your mouth with soap." The maid proceeded to smack the royal buttocks alerting between right and left cheek, and each smack echoed loudly through the throne room. she had waited years to do that!

[Matisse]

"I'm not spoiled!" Astrid yelled "And soap isn't healty!"

The former princess wasn't used to pain, at all, so she had little tolerance of it. As the hairbrush danced on her bottom, she moved frantically her legs and yelped laudly every time it made contact, with no dignity at all, a really poor show to see.

She didn't cry, however: she preferred to let out a series of insults and blasphemy worthy of a spaceport unloader to Corman, to the rebels, to Lydia and to the other servants.

[Jinchu]

That really poor show was tarnsalted to many, many worlds, and due to Astrid's kicking nothing in her lower area remained private.



Lydia continued to smack the prince's butt, but she got tired of the yelping really soon. The maid turned to one of her former collegues inthe audience. "Marylin, dear, could you bring me a big bar of really foamy soap? Her majesty really acnnot wait another minute, I see."


"Right now, ma'am!" Marylin giggled, playfully curtseying and running away.

[Matisse]

Astrid continued to squirm on the maid's lap, and went on with the curses and profanity, that were interrupted only by occasional sobs.

"No, no!" she yelled, as Lydia made her request to Marylin "I don't want it! I command you to don't do it!"

She continued to kick, and her movement were so desperate in doing so that one of her elegant shoes flied across the room.

[Jinchu]

"You will not command anyone now, Astrid" Lynda resonded, emphisising the adressing - and the fact taht she was not a "princess" anymore. The maid delivered a few more sound smacks on the not so pale now behind, before mArylin returned with a massive bar of soap, dripping with slippery foam.

Lydia smacked Astrid again, aiming for teh sensetiev area there the buttcoks connected to teh hips, and then the teen reacted, the other maid quickly shoved the sopa s deep into her mouth as it was fitting.

"Do not even think of pushing it out. It will go in from both sides the next time AND you'll recive twice as hard of a punishment on the spot" Lydia warned, and her tone was very memnacing, making clear that she wasn't joking at all.

[Matisse]

Astrid felt really humiliated in being scolded like that. She hated that woman, for speaking to her like that and for slapping her bottom, she wanted her to be whipped like the low person she was. But it was out of her power at that point.

The eyes of the former princess, teary because of the last slaps, grow wider when she saw Maryllin return with that thing in her hand. Before she could protest, however, a powerful smack made her open her mouth, and suddenly she felt the horrible taste of the soap.

That taste attacked her palate like a rabid dog, and the only think that stopped her to spit it out was the menacing threat made by Lydia. What did she mean with both sides?

The former princess had now tears in her eyes, as she began to droll because of the soap that filled her entire mouth.

[Jinchu]

Lydia nodded with satisfacton as she saw Astrid holding the soap in her mouth. The other onlookers laughed again, now clearly fully approiving the waythey used to deal with the princess problem.


"Little potty-mouthed girls get their mouths washed with soap! And spoiled littel barts get their behinds tanned! You'd better remember this, Astrid! I plan to turn you into polite, humble and hard-working young lady, and you will be the one, even if taht means you won't sit well for years to come!" the ex-maid explained, as her brush continued to move up and down untill the whole royal behind was bright red.

[Matisse]

Astrid kicked and squirmed, feeling that pain being umberable for her. She wanted the maid to stop, that lowly paesant, she had no right to do it.

She continued to bit down on the soap, drooling a lot as the bad taste filled her mouth. She wanted to let it out, but she was too afraid to what would have happened if she let it go.

The former princess had tears falling from her eyes at that moment, and she was so desperate for that assault on her behind and palate to stop that the silently prayed for the Star Gods to save her.