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As the daughter of a duchess and a duke, Opal - a young and beautiful 20-year-old - had never worried over the conflicts of her kingdom. The King, his wife, and their family had those worries. However, when their kingdom went to war for several years, it only ended when they had nearly run out of supplies, and an agreement had been found.

They would stop fighting, in exchange for the eldest child from royal family of the losing side. For Adwania, they had requested a young woman, who would be entrusted under the care of their princess.

When Larorewyn lost, the King and Queen had no daughters: they had three sons, so they looked to the members of the court for a suitable replacement. The eldest daughter of any member of the royal court had been Opal, so she had been sent - now lacking any sort of title - to the land of Adwania, to be entrusted into the hands of their princess.

Opal, as one would expect, was quite nervous. After all, there had been many rumors of the land of Adwania, and one worries her more than any other. In her homeland, women with large chests had been deemed beautiful, so Opal - with her small breasts - had little interactions with members of the opposite sex. In Adwania, it was rumored that a large, round bottom was the preference, and Opal, who had quite the backside indeed, fit that description.

Still, when she arrived there, she was not greeted by anyone but one of the servant girls, who led her down an almost-hidden hallway, and sent her into a room where there were a great deal of... well, objects that she knew were of a sexual nature. Opal knew what sex was, after all, but to have it so blatantly pressed in her face was different.

"The Princess said you're to strip and stand waiting for her," was all the maid said, before shutting the door on Opal and, by the sound of it, locking it behind her. Not wanting to be horsewhipped or harmed on her first day, Opal got herself out of her gown, slip, bloomers and shoes as quickly as possible.

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Sylvia the Adwanian princess waited eagerly for the princesses's arrival. For Adwania, the war was more for prestige than anything else. In the recent past Adwania had been a vassal to Larorewyn, and a simple duchy, but due to their sudden gain in power due to newly discovered natural resources and new technology, they had vaulted to their present level of power. That hadn't stopped Larorewyn from still treating Adwania like a vassel. Sometimes Adwanian citizens would get drafted, taxed, their ships inspected without proper recourse.

What Adwania wanted was respect and to punish Larorewyn. So when it seemed victory was inevitable, they were not completely sure what to request. Of course, Sylvia had an idea which she offered and was accepted. Sylvia knew their were no princesses very well.

Given that Adwania and Opal's duchy were neighboring, they naturally had an antagonistic relationship. This was fueled by the war propaganda and posters were drawn showing Opal specifically debasing Adwanians, doing things such as using them as furniture or forcing them to grovel. Opal was chosen largely due to her body features - which excited the people of Adwania as much as the images angered them. For the same reasons, they did not want Opal dead, no they wanted her to be humiliated. Of course, Sylvia had a personal interest in Opal due to their history.

At last Sylvia entered the room. Sylvia had black hair which was tied back through which a golden princess coronet. She had olive colored skin and green eyes. She was wearing a silver necklace and a green dress. While the back of the dress slinked to the floor, the front was cut to expose most of her muscular thighs. She was wearing black boots with long heels.

"How obedient, Opal. I apologize for not throwing you a parade on your entrance...but don't worry for that - there will be time to parade you later" she said ominously. "You did bring your duchess coronet with you, right? I want you to get on the ground with your elbows and knees on the ground and present it to me."

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Of course, for Opal, she knew almost little about how serious the war propaganda had been. Her parents had known, but they had wanted to shelter their daughter from it, and in that respect, they had succeeded very, very well. If she had known, she would've done her best to try and refute the damage. But such things were not worth talking about, given her current status.

Or, to better phrase it, current lack there of.

Opal's features were drastically different than Sylvia's. Her skin was quite pale and freckled, and her hair and eye color were a soft brown. She had kept her thin, silver coronet on, mainly because removing it would have involved restyling her long hair. When the princess entered, Opal - unsure of whether to bow or not - found herself rather frightened by how powerful the princess seemed to be just from appearances alone.

Carefully, without saying a word, Opal obeyed, lowering herself so her elbows and knees were both on the ground - which, to her embarrassment, presented her bottom and privates in clear sight for the princess.

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Sylvia took the crown and examined it for a while before handing it back. "Now anyone can humiliate a slave. But I plan on dominating a royal lady. You will keep your coronet on, unless I tell you otherwise. And with some exceptions your attire will be your standard one - with any modifications I should choose. But I'll have you stay nude for now."

Sylvia went back and sat on a throne like chair she had moved into that room. She sat down on it. "You of course will accompany me to all business and personal meetings. There are three main positions I want to teach you. I'll teach you my favorite first. It's best for when the guests already know who you are, but I want to show off your servitude."

Sylvia pointed between her legs. "You will crawl under my throne and grab the back two legs. You will lower your chest and stick your butt up so it will be right here." She said as she showed Opal where she wanted her bottom - right between Sylvia's thighs.

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Opal let out a small breath of relief: she was glad that she would be allowed her clothing, even if it meant being temporarily nude. She watched as Princess Sylvia moved to her chair and explained what duties lay in store for the future. It didn't sound too bad, not truly...

Still, she gulped a little at the idea of the first position. It would showcase her plump bottom, and if she were to do it in the nude, every part of her would be visible.

Blushing, and taking the hint from where Princess Sylvia was sitting, Opal slowly crawled over (since that was easier than getting up and walking) and put herself into the desired position. She was trying to ignore how Princess Sylvia could surely see everything from where she sat.

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Sylvia indeed could see everything and she smiled seeing Opal in this position. She clutched Opal's bottom and squeezed it. "Naturally such a position would be best to show a freshly beaten bottom. A proof of humiliation, were it not?" She removed her gloves and started to smack Opal's large round bottom with her delicate but deadly palms.

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Opal found herself blushing more than usual when the princess squeezed her bottom, before she let out a yelp at the spank. She had never been spanked before in her life! It was painful, and she could feel her bottom wobbling with every slap. Still she offered no complaints to the princess, in fear of something much worse occurring.

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Finally with Opal in her vulnerable position and receiving her punishment, Sylvia decided to gloat a little. "Well I bet you feel foolish now. I bet when we were growing up, you'd thought I'd be the one groveling at your side. You cannot even imagine the humiliation I will put you through to make up for everything!"

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As her bottom started to feel rather warm (and, no doubt, it was becoming red quite quickly), Opal was surprised that she wasn't crying. It was painful, yes, but she couldn't imagine herself crying over it just yet, for some reason.

Although, the idea of Princess Sylvia being in her current place right now held no appeal to Opal either.

Unbeknownst to Opal, the increasing amounts of heat in her bottom were sending waves of pleasure to her privates. If anyone desired to look, they could quickly see the former-duchess slowly becoming wet.

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Sylvia noticed Opal's wetness, but did not say anything. For one she was surprised, for another - she knew it was too early to torment her about it. It would make a most amusing tool to break her once her resistance gathered. Opal's bottom had become a nice pink, but Sylvia wanted to draw out her punishment. "Hahaha, how amusing your bottom is. But get dressed. I have a meeting soon and I need you to be kneeling at my side for this. My handmaiden will show you to my conference chamber."