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The Warrior and the Petulant Princess

By: Maggie Carpenter
Published By: Dark Secrets Press
Copyright: Copyright � 2014 Maggie Carpenter
30 Chapters / 64,755 Words
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The days that you issue commands are over, he admonished. "I shall spank you as you deserve, and if you dare to bark at me again I will keep my promise and remove this thin undergarment."

In this romantic BDSM fairy tale, an elite warrior delivers lustful spankings to the deserving bottom of his pampered Princess, while tantalizingly teaching her the joys of the flesh. Princess Lizbett learns that while punishment can be painful, the rewards of surrender to the arms of a loving Dominant offers not just an ironic sense of freedom, but ultimate pleasure.

Once upon a time, in a lustrous kingdom named Verdana, lived a strong-willed, petulant Princess named Lizbett, the only child of the kingdom's sovereign monarch, King Handerah. Though the King had attempted to discipline his difficult daughter it proved impossible; her appealing violet eyes would melt his heart, and she'd continue with her willful ways.

As a young woman she had fallen madly in crush with a mysterious young man who was working in the castle stables for the summer. His name was Larian; his hair fell in long shimmering ringlets, and his clear aqua eyes sparkled into hers.

"You are so spoiled," he'd whispered. "I must leave here soon, but when I am grown I will be back, and then I will teach you many things."

He kept his promise, but when he returned she was shocked to learn he was from Zanderone, a kingdom of mighty warriors. He had won the title of Warrior Of The First Order, and it soon became clear he was more than man enough to deal with her rash, reckless, and selfish behavior.

PLEASE NOTE: This contains explicit descriptions of spanking, both consensual and non-consensual, bondage, gagging, and explicit sex scenes.

Chapter One

Once upon a time in a lustrous kingdom named Verdana, set amongst high-peaked mountains that glowed pink and gold when the two suns set, lived a strong-willed, petulant Princess named Lizbett, the only child of the kingdom’s sovereign monarch, King Handerah.

������ From the time of her birth Lizbett had been headstrong and difficult. Blessed with both beauty and brains she had learned at an early age how to twist her doting father around her finger, and outsmart those who had been given the unenviable task of watching over her.

������ Her mother, Nydal, as wife of the Monarch, was the Kingdom’s Ambassador and traveled a great deal. It was tradition that she fill this role, but when Lizbett took the throne her husband would be required to stay at her side, and an Ambassador would be assigned.

������ �Whenever Nydal was home she too found Lizbett challenging. The ultimate result was predictable; Princess Lizbett grew to be fiercely independent, and she did as she pleased.

������ As she matured her beauty became legendary; sons from noble families and wealthy businessmen vied for her hand, and her father would encourage her, cajole her, even scold her, in an effort to convince her to say yes to one of them, but she would raise her eyebrows and state very simply “Oh, Father, they’re all so boring,” and with a flip of her very long, very curly, very red hair, that would be the end of it. ������

������ Much to his dismay he’d also received reports that Lizbett was discourteous to her adoring young men, and worse, gossip was beginning to spread through the Kingdom; Lizbett may be beautiful and possess high spirits, but she is less than agreeable to her eager suitors. The King did not like gossip, especially negative gossip about his daughter.

������ It was of great concern to Handerah. Not only was Lizbett at an age that she needed to find a suitable husband, she also had to carry the good name of the royal family into the future. She would have to raise her children, the future heirs to the monarchy, with the appropriate social skills and graces. He simply couldn’t understand why she was so willful, and why she gave none of the eligible admirers the time of day.

������ The reason behind Lizbett’s indifference was simple; her heart was already spoken for. Years earlier, when Lizbett was blossoming into womanhood, she had fallen madly in crush with a stable boy who had worked at the castle’s stables for the summer.

������ She had been enchanted by him from the first moment he had handed her the reins of her horse. It was an especially warm season; the double suns would cross low the sky, and the days were long and hot.

������ His name was Larian; his hair fell in long shimmering ringlets around his head, and his clear aqua eyes would sparkle into hers. In spite of his youth he was tall with alarmingly wide shoulders, and she would lean her head against his chest, listening to the beating of his heart as his fingers trailed down her back, making her shiver with a hungry need.

������ “You are so spoiled,” he would whisper. “When I am grown, and my life is my own, and I am practiced in the ways that will make me worthy of you, I will be back. Then I will teach you, I will teach you many things.”

������ She would laugh and giggle, then with her violet eyes wide and her hunger surging between her legs, she would beg him to show her the ways of a man and woman.

������ “No, you must wait. You’re too young, you’re not ready,” he’d whisper. “I have already been taught certain things, and I know that you have the craving of a woman, but you are still a child, and in many ways I am too.”

������ But he would kiss her and fondle her breasts, and when she would pout and stamp her feet in protest because he refused to do more, he would sternly scold her.

������ “I have told you, no. You are used to getting your way but you will not with me, Princess, it will not happen, not yet.”

������ “When?” she demanded.

������ “When I return,” he promised.

������ “You’re leaving? When? Where can you possibly go? You’re just a stable boy.”

������ He looked at her longingly, then tilted his head.

������ “One day you will come down here and find me gone, but you must not fret and you must be patient. I promise I will return.”

������ When that sad day happened, it was when the warmth of the suns was waning, and cold nights had begun to spill across the kingdom.� At the usual time she had run down to the stables for a kiss and a cuddle, aching to feel her heart thrill, and enjoy the hot wetness that would suddenly drool between her legs, but he was gone. The stable master, Tholl, a man who was big and burly and knew his place, politely informed her the lad had been collected early that morning and would not be back.

������ “Picked up by who?” she demanded. “You must tell me.”

������ “I’m truly sorry, Princess, but I don’t know,” he replied, then frowning a frown she did not understand he lumbered away.

������ He did know, but had been sworn to secrecy the day the youth had first arrived, and again when he’d been collected.

������ She’d cried for days, then weeks, but the winter had set in, and there were balls and parties and dinners, visiting dignitaries and guests, and so she was distracted, but alone in her chamber when the darkness crept in, and the pink-silver twin moons would transit across her window, she would see his long locks and aqua eyes, and she would wonder what strange magic he had woven around her heart that she could not rid herself of him.

������ “You said you would return. When? Where did you go?” she would whisper, then slipping into sleep she would dream of him, and recall the shivers that would ripple through her from his touch.

������ The moons and suns crossed the skies many times, and the seasons came and went with annoying predictability, but still he lurked in the dark secret corridors of her mind, and when something reminded her of how her heart would beat as he held her, she would bristle with anger. How dare he promise to return and not do so?

������ Then the other feelings, the ones that made her skin tingle and pop into goosebumps, would surely wake from their sleep and leave her sad and restless.

������ One morning in early spring she decided to take her horse, Scarlet, out for a ride.  Much to her father’s displeasure she insisted on riding like a man. Her stockinged calves would show quite plainly and the women of the court would gossip about it endlessly.

������ “Such a shameful thing to do,” they would mutter behind their hands, but Lizbett didn’t care.  She liked to ride that way, and so she would, regardless of what the old biddies said.

������ The two suns were still rising, but shining as she set out, and Scarlet was full of pep and vim. The winter had begun wet and dreary, then the short, cold, snowy days had set in, and rides had become much too sparse for Lizbett and her mare, but with the onset of the bright spring weather she had ridden her every day, and they were both in excellent spirits as they made their way down the dirt road toward the fields.  Not too far away was a waterfall that enchanted her; she’d not seen it since the previous summer, and with the spring thaws she was sure it would be cascading down the hill in breathtaking beauty.

������ She was trotting towards the bridge that would take her to the right trail, when she spied someone riding towards her.  Rarely did she run across a stranger on the castle grounds, and whoever it was caught her attention, but not because she was surprised to see a stranger, but because he appeared to be a very impressive man on a very impressive horse.

������ He was mounted on a remarkable looking steed, big and black, with four white socks and a stunning white blaze splashed across his face. The horse was walking along quietly, unlike Scarlet who was jigging and tossing her head, behaving like the spirited, naughty mare that she was.  As they drew closer Lizbett could see the man was dressed in fine attire that literally glinted, but with the East sun in her eyes she couldn’t make out his features.

������ The narrow wooden bridge was approaching, and with room for only one to cross, realizing the stranger would reach his side first, Lizbett gave Scarlet a quick kick, and the mare, delighted at the prospect of a heartier pace bolted forward.  To Lizbett’s dismay they were just a few seconds too late, and arrived at the foot of the bridge at the same time the man began to cross; Lizbett had no choice but to pull the mare to an abrupt halt.

������ “Please, come forward, my lady,” the stranger gallantly called as he backed up his horse.

������ “If you were going to let me pass, why did you enter the bridge in the first place?” she called back.

������ “You were traveling much too fast,” he replied with the hint of a scolding tone. “It would not have been safe.”

������ A sudden pulsing raced through her heart; his voice!

������ It couldn’t be. No, Larian? No!

“I am not a child, Sir,” she said tersely, ignoring the thumping in her chest, not wanting to believe it could be him but desperately hoping it was.

������ “Perhaps not in passes of the moons,” he wryly remarked. “Are you coming across this bridge, my lady, or not?”

������ During the short exchange Scarlet had become increasingly agitated and was bouncing up and down, eager to move forward. Not wanting to push her luck with the feisty mare Lizbett loosened her hold on the reins, freeing up the mare to jig forward, but she was holding her breath; in a matter of seconds she would know if it was Larian, or just a stranger whose voice had a similar tone.�

������ Afraid to look she kept her eyes down as the mare carried her across, but once safely on the other side she took a deep breath and slowly lifted her eyes; her heart stopped thumping because it stopped completely.

������ “Larian,” she whispered.

������ He had grown into a handsome, muscled man, the long golden ringlets had been trimmed close to his head, and his aqua eyes bored into hers as he stared at her.

������ “Good morning, Lizbett,” he smiled, “it appears I didn’t address you correctly.”

������ “Excuse me?” she frowned turning Scarlet in a circle because she refused to stand still.

������ “I referred to you as, my lady, but I can see that title doesn’t truly apply. The rumors I’ve heard are true.”���

������ Emotions swirling, Lizbett glared back at him.

������ “How dare you? You...you...disappear for years, then we meet and the first thing you do is insult me?” she huffed, “I am indeed a lady, and you are no gentleman to suggest otherwise."

������ “I am delighted to see you, Lizbett, of course I am, but saddened that it’s obvious you have lacked the proper guidance, perhaps the appropriate discipline.”

������ “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she blustered.

������ “Ladies do not have their legs over a horse in such a manner, they possess far more modesty.  I can see almost to your knee, and the gossip I’ve heard about the way you’ve treated the young men who call on you! Really, Lizbett, shame on you.”

������ He spoke with a quiet confidence that was unnerving, and at a complete loss she tossed her head in her usual manner and summoned her spirit.

������ “You’re not my keeper, Larian, and you vanished without a word so you have no say about me, or about my life, or anything! It is I who has the right to ask the questions. You are, uh, you were just a stable boy. How have you risen so high in your life?”

������ “No, I am not your keeper,” he frowned ignoring her inquiry, “but if I were responsible for you, you’d have far more in the way of manners; I have yet to hear you say thank you. I stopped you from a dangerous run across the bridge, then backed up my horse so you could move over it first."

������ “Thank you? You want me to thank you?” she exclaimed. “Not that I owe you an explanation, but the shock upon seeing you made me almost fall off. Should I thank you for that as well? Could you not have sent word?”

������ “My wish was to surprise you at the castle. I had no expectation of running into you on my ride there. I was just as surprised as you.”

������ During the entire exchange Scarlet had been moving about, pawing at the ground and circling with agitation, while the big black horse had stood calmly still, content and happy.  

������ “Hmmm,” Larian mumbled eyeing her fidgety mare, “it appears you’re not the only who could benefit from some training.”

������ “You are insufferable!” she spat wishing she could bring herself to leave. “You weren’t like this when I knew you before. You were kind, and sweet, and-”

������ “Where are you headed?” he interrupted.

������ “What business is it of yours?” she snapped.

������ “Lizbett, you must not be so quick to anger,” he said softly. “Perhaps we should start over. Wherever you’re headed I can accompany you. We can catch up. We should not begin our reunion this way.”

������ She paused, staring at the boy who had become a man. He had once made her skin tingle and her stomach do a strange flippity flip, and she had adored him with her whole heart; suddenly it felt like only yesterday, and in that moment she knew it could happen again, the tingling, the happiness, the thrill; she knew it in the deepest part of her, and she wanted it.

������ “You’re right, Larian,” she purred, smiling so sweetly it would make the bees hum with joy, “I do thank you for allowing me to cross, and of course I would be so happy for you to join me. Please don’t be angry with me.”

������ Much to her astonishment he threw back his head and laughed out loud.

������ “What’s so funny?” she asked trying to control her annoyance.

������ Rather than answer he continued to laugh, finally managing to compose himself.����

������ “Lizbett, my dearest, Lizbett. Do not worry yourself, I’m not angry with you at all.”  

������ “Oh, good,” she muttered a little unsure of herself.

������ “You are not to blame.”

������ “Blame for what?” she asked her irritation unexpectedly returning. “What are you talking about?” 

������ “Where are you headed?” he repeated ignoring her question.

������ “To the waterfall.” Do you remember, Larian, taking me there and laying next to me in the nearby meadow?

������ “Ah, the waterfall, yes,” he nodded.

������ “That’s where I’m headed, and if you want you can come,” she said impudently, though she hadn’t meant to.� She had wanted to welcome him to join her, but the way he had laughed...

Denise on 01/22/2015 09:57am
I am almost at a loss as to how to review this book. There were certain parts that i loved, but more often parts i hated. Too many times i thought Lizbett a stupid woman, and I hate stupid woman in these books, would much rather have a smart, intelligent self assured girl. She was none of those. She had a great sense of smell, big deal. To me, it made the story almost unbelievable. The training he kept referring to, made me feel like she was his dog, not his lover, wife and partner. He kept referring to her as being smart and wily, i never so any of that. It also sounded like there would be a sequel. I bet the author to make her have a least some semblance of intelligence and backbone. You can be submissive to the right man and still be strong. He also needs to be humbled a bit, he reads as though he is arrogant, self-centered and conceited. Not someone who would be attractive on the inside as well as the out. The wedding ceremony changed it to a 3 for me, then you finally read how they could be right for each other and how much they really loved each other. What does he really want in a partner, a slave who does everything he says without an opinion of her own. He has that already in those who work for him. I hope there is a sequel where you see Lizbett come into her own, become her own person, not the stupid daughter of a king or the slave of a man, but her own person, with intelligent opinions.
Denise on 01/22/2015 09:57am
I am almost at a loss as to how to review this book. There were certain parts that i loved, but more often parts i hated. Too many times i thought Lizbett a stupid woman, and I hate stupid woman in these books, would much rather have a smart, intelligent self assured girl. She was none of those. She had a great sense of smell, big deal. To me, it made the story almost unbelievable. The training he kept referring to, made me feel like she was his dog, not his lover, wife and partner. He kept referring to her as being smart and wily, i never so any of that. It also sounded like there would be a sequel. I bet the author to make her have a least some semblance of intelligence and backbone. You can be submissive to the right man and still be strong. He also needs to be humbled a bit, he reads as though he is arrogant, self-centered and conceited. Not someone who would be attractive on the inside as well as the out. The wedding ceremony changed it to a 3 for me, then you finally read how they could be right for each other and how much they really loved each other. What does he really want in a partner, a slave who does everything he says without an opinion of her own. He has that already in those who work for him. I hope there is a sequel where you see Lizbett come into her own, become her own person, not the stupid daughter of a king or the slave of a man, but her own person, with intelligent opinions.
Sally on 01/15/2015 07:35am
Wow! This book is absolutely romantic, exciting and naughty. What really gets your motors running is the hero is trained to make love. Yup. Can it get any better? And I loved the princess, too (wish I were her!). This was so very fun to read. I couldn't put it down.
Sally on 01/15/2015 07:35am
Wow! This book is absolutely romantic, exciting and naughty. What really gets your motors running is the hero is trained to make love. Yup. Can it get any better? And I loved the princess, too (wish I were her!). This was so very fun to read. I couldn't put it down.
Sandy on 12/30/2014 07:52am
Wow. This is not your grandma's fairy tale, that's for sure! What a romantic, sexy, exciting book. I got totally swept away and never wanted it to end. Fantastic. Hot, really hot, super hot. I'm moving to Zanderone to find my own Warrior. Fabulous. Can't say enough about this truly terrific book.
Sandy on 12/30/2014 07:52am
Wow. This is not your grandma's fairy tale, that's for sure! What a romantic, sexy, exciting book. I got totally swept away and never wanted it to end. Fantastic. Hot, really hot, super hot. I'm moving to Zanderone to find my own Warrior. Fabulous. Can't say enough about this truly terrific book.
Laurel Lasky on 12/28/2014 08:32pm
Another wonderful story by the talented Maggie Carpenter. I'm Not going into detail of the book as its covered in the overview. It's an adult fairytale with all the aspects of dominant and submission told in a delightful way. It shows how it takes a strong willed woman to be submissive and in many ways calls the shots. The man is strong and loving and this story has it all. There is danger, suspense, playfulness, very erotic sex and lots of spanking and other disciplinary methods.
Laurel Lasky on 12/28/2014 08:32pm
Another wonderful story by the talented Maggie Carpenter. I'm Not going into detail of the book as its covered in the overview. It's an adult fairytale with all the aspects of dominant and submission told in a delightful way. It shows how it takes a strong willed woman to be submissive and in many ways calls the shots. The man is strong and loving and this story has it all. There is danger, suspense, playfulness, very erotic sex and lots of spanking and other disciplinary methods.

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