A Study in Elvish Royalty (For FrankFly)

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Erulissë felt a little worried, by the way her tutor was looking at her and by the tone of Bellethiel's voice. Her tutor normally didn't speak to her in this manner, unless she was in a great deal of trouble. This was not good at all.

"I suppose that means I will be writing lines," Erulissë answered softly. "Am... am I correct?" After all, if she was wrong, that would be wonderful and terrible at the same time. And if she was right, that would be wonderful and terrible at the same time. There was no possibility of winning for Erulissë.

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Bellethiel let out a small, polite laugh. It was really quite patronizing and obnoxious.

"Oh, no, not this time, princess," the tutor said, her grip on the girl's shoulder tightening slightly. "You'll be writing a letter of explanation to your parents, though.

There was something wrong. Bellethiel always had Erulissë write letters of apology, not ones of explanation.

"You see, you are going to explain why you got your defiant derriere warmed by my hand," Bellethiel explained, her smile broadening in a rather wicked fashion. Normally, she'd be very beautiful, but to someone in Erulissë's position, it was clear that she was in for it. Bellethiel allowed her victim to think for a moment on these words. "Erulissë, you are going to be spanked. Right here and now."

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Erulissë felt very scared for several moments when Bellethiel began to speak. She did not like where this route was going at all. Explanation? Explaining what? However, when she continued to speak, the young brunette princess felt like she was facing down a Balrog or a terrifying dragon, given how her tutor was staring down at her.

"What?" she whimpered softly, moving so Bellethiel's hand was no longer toughing her. "But... but we're standing in the training yard!" she cried, horrified. "All the ellon will see!" Not to mention, several of the young ellon were princes, or other royals, and there was a good chance they might ask for her hand one day! And for them to see her get spanked by her tutor, like a naughty child!

"I... no! No! I won't let you!"

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Bellethiel had expected this reaction, and took another step towards the princess, eliminating the distance that Erulissë had put between herself and her tutor.

"Exactly," Bellethiel said, matter-of-factly. "Isn't this where you so desperately wanted to be? Here in the training yard?"

This time, Bellethiel reached forward with both arms, and took hold of the princess's shoulders. It was an odd movement, but the tutor managed to maneuver the smaller girl so that she was now facing the railing. The tutor used one hand to push on the small of Erulissë's back in an attempt to bend her over the railing, while the other reached for the brunette princess's dress.

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"Y-Yes," Erulissë said, then she let out a loud squeak when she found herself pushed against the railing. "B-But I just wanted to watch them, not to get punished here!"

This was certainly not at what she expected, or wanted! This was humiliating, and she wanted no part of it! Her face was blushing darkly, and she was sure that if it were possible, the princess could become liquid and sink back deep into the ground. "No, no, no, please stop!" she begged. "Not here!"

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Bellethiel was deaf to the princess's pleas, and continued to hike her dress up until her legs and frilly undergarments were exposed to the tutor. The ellons in the training yard, however, would get to watch Erulissë's reaction as her tutor's palm paddled her posterior. Indeed, some of the ones who were not actively sparring were taking notice of the events unfolding at the edge of the yard.

With this, Bellethiel raised one of her hands high into the air and brought it down forcefully onto Erulissë's left, pantie-clad buttock.

"Since you watched them, I can allow them to watch you," Bellethiel explained.

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Erulissë could not believe what was happening! This was too much to handle! The princess could feel the eyes of her peers on her, and that was probably worse on her than the actual spanking would be. The sting would go away, but the heavy bruising to her pride would last for much, much longer.

She flinched at the spank, determining herself to not cry as she lowered her head. Perhaps, if the training ellons could not see her face, then they would not recognize it was here. After all, Bellethiel was a tutor for many royal ellons and elleth: if Erulissë's face was not seen, they could presume that the tutor was spanking another brunette elleth.

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The young princess's wish to go unrecognized was not granted. It wasn't entirely clear what the ellons were whispering to each other, but one word kept jumping out. "Erulissë". The reactions were mixed. Some were snickering to each other, some seemed quite appalled that such a barbaric punishment was befalling royalty, and others seemed strangely attracted to the idea of a pretty young elleth being spanked....

Bellethiel's hard hand made contact with the princess's bottom again and again. Each of her long fingers were completely rigid, making her palm a thing to be feared for two buttocks. A loud, distinct clap was created every time Bellethiel created another light pink hand print on Erulissë's pale skin. The noise told all those already watching that what was taking place was exactly what it looked like, and it was beginning to grab the attention of those who had not taken notice to the two elleths.

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Soon, it was very clear to the princess that everyone on the field was watching them. Or, her getting punished. The sounds of sparring had stopped, and she could hear the weapons' master attempting to get the ellons' attention back to their training (and failing miserably).

Erulissë felt like crying then and there. She could hear her name in the mix, and she knew that she would not be able to live this down, ever. Perhaps, later, she could find someone to give her sympathy, but she was too focused on her shame - and the pain quickly blossoming across her bottom. Her tutor's hand was hard, and it hurt very much! Much more than she expected! And the sound of the spanks were very clear to her sensitive Elvish ears.

"Ow, ow, ow!" she whimpered, squirming a little under the punishment. The railing, however, and Bellethiel's hand on her back kept her in place, though, so she could not squirm away, no matter how hard she tried. "Please, I'm sorry!"

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"You're lucky I do not have them do it," Bellethiel growled, smacking away at the princess's posterior. It was obvious that she had wanted to do something like this for a very long time, but had never had the reason to. "When you come down here to watch them, you are insulting them. You ought to have more faith in the protection they can provide you."

The smacks continued to fall against Erulissë's royal rump, echoing out over the training yard.

"You are not to ever come down here again! Is that understood?" Bellethiel demanded in a tone that resembled a snarl.