Maid Carmilla wasn't pleased to see the naked form of Princess Annabeth return to the palace via the servants' entrance. It meant she hadn't got caught, and Carmilla had lost the bet.
The Princess waved the sign she had stolen from the market place as the proof of her long streak. "Prepare for a spanking, Carmilla" she said with a triumphant grin.
"Didn't anyone see you?"
"Some guy in silver armor. But I outran him." Without even getting dressed, Annabeth picked up the hairbrush and smacked the back of it against her hand.
Carmilla smiled to herself. The Shirrif would certainly report the incident to Lady Wilhemina, so the Princess wasn't going to get off scot free. But there was no doubt she had won the bet. The maid lifted her skirt and began to bend over.
"Not so fast" said the Princess. "This will be done my way. Go and get two pairs of Aunt Wilhemina's manacles. I know she'll have them." Carmilla sighed grumpily and did as she was told.
The Princess led her to a preparation room that served the kitchen. "Now we'll have all your clothes off. I had to get naked to win the bet, so you can get naked to pay it off. Then I want you over this table."
Soon the redhaired maid was lying diagonally across a cold uncomfortable metal table, chained using two opposite legs. The still-nude Princess began to beat her bare behind. 'Beat' seemed a more appropriate word than 'spanked'. Annabeth whacked the helpless servant as hard as she could with the wooden hairbrush back. Carmilla was stubborn and restrained any sound for a long while. But the Princess kept on and on mercilessly, until Carmilla was yelling, and then begging her to stop.
When she was finally allowed up, all Carmilla could think about was what would happen when the Princess' nude run was reported.
She didn't have long to wait. Shirrif Leclaire arrived in the morning to describe the naked young body, with it's long flowing blonde hair, that he saw running towards the palace.
Lady Wilhemina called the Princess to her study. After telling her niece what had been reported, she quickly added "You needn't bother to point out my hypocrisy, I'm well aware of it. This sort of thing runs in the family. We are both descendants of Baron Leopold Sacher-Masoch, for whom masochism is named."
"I'm not a masochist" protested the Princess. "I don't even go naked for the sake of humiliation like you. I like showing off MY body!" She said it with a glance at her aunt's wide hips and large loose bosom. "And I enjoy the thrill".
"I'm responsible to your parents for your behaviour" replied Lady W, "and I'm going to make sure you don't follow in my footsteps. Since you say you don't like humiliation, I'm going to make sure you get some".
Lady W sent her away, and began to prepare papers similar to the ones she had prepared for herself, but with some differences. There was a provision in Fredonia's 'public disgrace' laws that allowed for minor offences and for offenders under 21. The blonde Princess would be spread-eagled naked according to tradition, but nobody would be allowed to touch or hurt the prisoner physically. They could still taunt her as much as they liked, and Lady W hoped the things they would say, plus a massive over-stimulation of the Princess' exhibitionism would shock her out of it.
A State of Public Humiliation - Part 6/17
Lady W took out a copy of the Notice of Public Humiliation, using the version for offenders under 21 years old. She filled in the missing information on the dotted lines.
"BEHOLD the naked and disgraced person of a miscreant. Whereas ...Princess Annabeth Garron... has been found guilty by our wise and just ruler of the crime of ...excessive and undeserved beating of a servant... the said criminal shall be exposed in the market place from morn until sundown this market day, stripped of all covering and all dignity. Citizens are commanded to express their contempt for such lawbreakers in words, but not to touch or otherwise inflict pain upon the criminal. By order... Lady Wilhemina Garron, Ruler of Fredonia."
Originally, the charge was going to be, like Lady W's own, "obscene lewdness and perversion". But a better charge had presented itself, when Carmilla had lowered her panties and showed Her Ladyship the bruises the Princess had inflicted with her hairbrush. However, the real reason Lady W was going to have her royal niece shown nude to the mob was her penchant for streaking. She hoped an overdose of public nudity would shock her out of her exhibitionist desires for good.
Carmilla asked for time off to participate in the taunting and humiliation of the Princess that would take place in the market square the next day. "Of course, Carmilla" said Lady W, "You are the victim of her official crime. And I know how inventive you can be in thinking up frightening threats of punishment. Give her a good scare. But help Leclaire make sure nobody actually hurts her."
When Shirrif Leclaire and Lady Wilhemina burst into Annabeth's chambers to make the arrest next morning, she was in her underwear. Leclaire showed her the warrant, and Lady W said "You might as well take her as she is."
The Princess screamed all the way as she was dragged in her lingerie from the palace to the market. Since the junior version of this Punishment didn't include cutting her hair short, she was taken straight to the two posts. Carmilla stood close by, grinning widely, as Leclaire ordered Annabeth to take off her undies. "Nooo!" shrieked the Princess, and hugged herself tightly.
"I'd do as they say, if I were you, Your Highness" warned Carmilla. "If the Shirrif's men have to do it themselves, they have the right to grope you as much as they like. I've seen them pinch a girl's nipples and shove enough fingers up both orifices to make her scream". It was one of the imaginative fictions that Carmilla was good at, but it did it's job. The Princess whimpered and undid her lacy bra, then drew down her panties and stepped out of them.
Early morning marketeers and shoppers began to run towards the posts, as Leclaire secured the chains which held the young blonde spread-eagled. There was no intimate part of her body not on show. Annabeth tried to close her thighs as much as she could, but the chains would only allow her a slight bending of the knees.
Leclaire read the notice aloud. After seeing what had happened with Lady W, nobody was skeptical this time. It was clear they were all allowed to view the naked Princess at leisure, and pass whatever comments they liked. Annabeth heard things like:
"Do all Princesses shave their pussies?"
"Royal titties look the same as any others".
"Beat one of the servants, did she? What a scrawny upper-class bitch!"
"Yeah, this serves you right, Your Vicious Little Highness!"
Two young men came up very close and crouched down. "Nice little pussy lips" said one. "Lets see what a royal clitty looks like". He began to reach for Annabeth's crotch, but Leclaire called out "No touching!"
The other youth said "Never mind, Bill. It's pretty obvious, when you take off a Princess's panties you find the usual things underneath".
Lady Wilhemina had told Leclaire not to contradict anything Carmilla said. The maid began her campaign of bluff by saying "The only person allowed to touch the prisoner is the victim of the crime. And that's me, Your Highness. Isn't that so, Mr Shirrif?" Leclaire went along by nodding gravely.
"So what shall I do to you in front of all these people? Spank your bare butt, like you spanked mine? Or maybe it'll humiliate you more if I stroke you till the people see you turned on. How about that, Your Highness? Everyone gets to see a Princess come, being fingered by her maid."
Bystanders who heard this chorused their approval. "That's it, Carmilla, show us what a slut she is." Carmilla reached toward the Princess' bare immobile body.
Annabeth begged piteously. "Please don't, Carmilla! I'm sorry I spanked you so hard. I shouldn't have made the bet with you at all. Don't grope me in public, please!"
Carmilla said "Then you want me to go back to my first idea - to thrash your behind? I'm sure the furniture maker over there has a spare length of rattan cane. I'll stripe you from your waist to your knees, make you scream until you're hoarse."
The Princess burst into tears and kept saying "No, no, no, I'm sorry!"
Carmilla pointed. "That horseman has a dressage whip. I'll go and borrow it - I won't have to confine myself to the back of you with that." She spoke louder for the crowd. "Who wants to bet that I can make all of the first six lashes fall across her nipples?" The bystanders cheered.
Annabeth's tears flowed. "Please, Carmilla, I'll never hurt you again. From now on I'll do anything you say. Just take me back to the palace!"
A woman nearby called to the rest of the crowd. "Hey, everybody, the Princess just promised to do ANYTHING that Kinky Carmilla wants!" The crowd went "Whoa" and roared with laughter.
Carmilla said "But I can do anything I want right here, and I've still got my heart set on whipping her. What about a few upward swings with some birch branches, to punish her pussy and her Royal butt-hole for a while?"
The maid carried on suggesting terrible tortures, but knew that if the list grew too long and none were carried out, the Princess might suspect the bluff. She made Annabeth swear that for the rest of her stay in Fredonia she would be Carmilla's slave. "Yes, I swear it in front of everybody, just don't hurt me!"
When the fun was over, Annabeth had to walk back to the palace naked. It was the same route she had used for her nighttime streak. But instead of making the trip with a thrill of daring, she was quaking with fear of Carmilla, and weeping with humiliation at the comments that the commoners had passed about her body and her behaviour.
Carmilla was sure she would be no further trouble, and wouldn't go streaking again - at least until she found out about the bluff.
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