The paddling Princess Annabeth received was not a deterrent for very long. The extra factor she had thought of, to add to her daring streaks, was too exciting. Last time she had taken her panties off herself at the risky furthest point in the run. But she wanted to find some naive farm boy or peasant who wouldn't dare harm a Princess to take them down for her. A remark during her public humiliation had made her obsessed with the idea of being 'unveiled' as simply a girl, not some sexless royal doll.
Now she had thought of a further refinement still. Sneaking into the newly opened dungeon she found a light set of manacles with a short chain, tested that the key worked, and took them back to her room. When the coast was clear she stripped off everything but her panties, tucked the key into said underwear, and set off running down the rural track carrying the manacles.
Her goal was a farm silo, almost as far along the track as she had run last time. She had noticed that it was visited during the day, but not too frequently. When it came within sight, it appeared that nobody was there. Perfect!
The blonde princess attached one half of the manacles to her wrist, threw the other half over a metal bar at the top of the silo door, then locked the other wrist. She was now stretched out in nothing but her panties for the next person to come by.
The next visitor was a fortunate 16-year-old farmboy - exactly what Annabeth had hoped for. When he caught sight of the gorgeous almost-naked girl, three years his senior, he stopped wide-eyed. It was important that he didn't run to fetch other people to help, so the Princess called to him. "Help me, I'm Princess Annabeth! Come and help me quickly!"
The boy came closer and stammered "Er... How did you get like this?"
"Some bad men put me here. But they put the key in my panties. You'll have to take them down to find it."
The farmboy was sure he would wake up any minute, but played along with the 'dream' while it lasted. He knelt close to the lovely young figure and reached for the little knickers.
Annabeth felt a great ecstatic thrill as he slowly drew them down. "Those men were right, weren't they?" she thought. "When you take off a Princess's panties you find the usual things underneath."
Nothing under a girl's panties was part of this boy's 'usual' experience. But he knew just enough to marvel at the fact that the Princess was completely shaved. Nothing obscured his view of the soft lips that marked this royal personage a simple female after all.
In exhibitionist heaven, Annabeth let him look as long as he wanted. The boy had to come to his senses himself, and remember that he was supposed to be looking for a key. A quick search in the panties at the Princess' ankles revealed nothing. "May I take your panties right off, Your Highness?" he asked.
Annabeth was getting close to having an orgasm on the spot. "Yes you may" she whispered, and lifted her feet one at a time so the boy could retrieve the patterned underwear. He sat cross-legged on the ground (so he could enjoy an upward look now and then) and began to search them thoroughly.
When no key was produced, Annabeth began to worry. "Has it got stuck in the lining?" she asked. The boy turned the panties inside out. No key! The Princess realised the terrible truth - it had slipped out during her run.
If the boy's father brought a hacksaw to release her, there was some chance that she could persuade the family to keep the whole incident quiet. She sent him off home. But before anyone returned, there was the sound of a horse coming from the other direction. A horse bearing the worst possible person, Shirrif Leclaire.
"Your Royal Highness" said the officer, as if he was not seeing what he was seeing. "Her Ladyship reported you missing, and I thought I might find you down this track. I will see you are returned to the palace as soon as possible."
Annabeth knew what would be waiting for her back at the palace. Carmilla had told her what her aunt had decreed. She would be punished again for this second offence, and if there was a third - a public whipping.
The boy's father brought a hacksaw, and a robe belonging to his wife. Leclaire returned the Princess to the palace in this oversized and rough calico - she would rather have been dragged home naked! Carmilla was waiting when they arrived. "Thank you, Shirrif. Her Ladyship wishes her niece conveyed directly to the dungeon, please!"
A State of Public Humiliation - Part 12/17
When Lady Wilhemina heard that her niece had been caught streaking yet again, she doubted her ability to inflict a strong enough punishment. She would probably be moved by the Princess's tears and screams, and stop the thrashing sooner than she should. Her sadistic maid Carmilla would have no such sympathy, however.
So when Leclaire brought Princess Annabeth back to the castle, she said "Carmilla, I want you to whip her with the switch for ten minutes, as you did to me. But on her bottom this time. I'm sure, from personal experience, that this will be punishment enough."
Annabeth screamed and struggled. "Nooo! Don't let that psycho bitch beat me!" Carmilla grinned, remembering a certain brutal spanking with a hairbrush she had suffered at the Princess' hands.
But Lady W was aware that someone ought to stop the red-haired maid going too far. "Shirrif Leclaire" she said, "the Princess has caused you no end of trouble. You may observe her punishment, and see that it is no more nor less than I have ordered."
"Yes, Your Ladyship". His ancient ceremonial armor clinking, he dragged Annabeth away to the dungeons, with Carmilla's eager assistance.
In the furthest part of the abandoned dungeon level was an office that had once belonged to the Inquisitor. In front of it was a pair of whipping posts, similar to the pair in the market square but with a crossbar to restrict the writhings of the punished instead of leg chains.
To this device the young blonde was fixed, and Carmilla made a few high-pitched swishing sounds with the thin rattan. "Your Royal Highness may scream as loud as she likes. That's what dungeon walls are for."
Carmilla began to lash the young royal's bare bottom, very hard and very rapidly. The limitation of ten minutes rather than a number of strokes meant the more frequently the switch struck home, the more severe the punishment would be. And the maid wanted to inflict the maximum torment on this arrogant little miss, who was so proud of her beautiful body she wanted to show it off completely, even to the peasantry.
The effect of a rapid switching, with each stroke still stinging at full strength while the next ones were delivered, was a crescendo of cumulative pain. Annabeth screeched, begged and wept frantically. She couldn't believe how much it hurt, or that it could be done to her, a Princess of the blood royal. But she had wanted to show that in body and beauty she was 'just a girl', and now she was learning that this was true in another way - a Princess' bare behind could be hurt as much as anyone else's.
There was never a proof of time being relative to the observer so clear as this one. To Carmilla, the minutes flew by, but to Annabeth they were stretched out into what seemed hours. After four minutes (by the timeframe of an independent observer like the Shirrif), Annabeth gave up crying for mercy to Carmilla, and begged Leclaire instead to stop the switching.
Carmilla paused a moment, to catch her breath and hear what he would say. His voice was quiet but firm: "You must endure the punishment ordered by Her Ladyship. I hope it will finally make you obey her, and stop breaking the law here in Fredonia. Carmilla, you will continue whipping Her Highness until the ten minutes ordered by our Ruler are up."
At six minutes, the Princess had no more breath for words. At eight she was too hoarse to scream. The punishment ended with continuous sobbing, the victim's body leaning against the crossbar. Carmilla felt exhausted but delighted. As she unlocked the chains, Leclaire stepped forward to support Annabeth and help her walk out of the dungeon. Her buttocks were reddened by so many strokes of the switch, the individual lines of each lash could not be identified.
"I offer you the kindness of this warning, Your Royal Highness" said the Shirrif. "The whip used for public floggings is worse than the switch. Lady Wilhemina tells me that such will be your sentence if you offend one more time. And there are no laws reducing the severity, or what the public may do to humiliate you, for persons under 21 in such cases."
Back in her room, Annabeth's tears went through changes - from sheer pain to self-pity, and then to anger. She vowed revenge on her aunt, on Carmilla, on the whole pathetic, backward little state of Fredonia. She started planning to run - not a nude run this time, but an escape beyond Lady Wilhemina's borders. An escape from the threat of an even worse punishment, but also escape to foreign territory where technology would allow her to humiliate her 'enemies' beyond what even her aunt would enjoy.
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