Page 107 of A Brat's Tale
Corrik pulls me to him from behind and nibbles on my neck. “I would appreciate that; besides, I have news. You need to get ready to travel my love.”
I turn to face him. “The healers have cleared you?”
“The healers have cleared me. We can leave for the Lady of the Lake and she can make you an Elf.”
Good and then I’ll really show Zelphar.
“For now, it’s time to spank you and put you to bed.”
“What? Spank me? I’ve been on my best behavior.” In an effort to allow him to heal, I’ve denied myself many a brat delight.
To prove how well he is, he slings me over his shoulder. “Corrik! Put me down.”
He laughs. “As you wish.” He dumps me onto the bed though, where he proceeds to divest me of my trousers and underthings. “To answer your question, good boys get spankings too and you need it.”
“I beg to differ.”
“Brats always do.”
But if Corrik says I’m getting a spanking, I am. Aside from being much stronger than I am, I’ve learned to trust him on such things. I’m like Papa this way; I need spanking to balance the chaos inside me. Corrik works over my arse good. I delight in knowing it’s a firm arse. Between the travel to save him and the daily workouts on the field, it’s got the tight bounce it once had, back. You can only get so much firmness working out in a room.
Even good boy spankingshurt. If not, they’re a snooze for someone like me and pointless. At the same time (between cries), I’m soothed. He’s got his thick wooden hairbrush (his favorite) and I’m over his knee, off-balance, my hands pawing at the ground. Corrik’s sitting in the chair he likes to spank me in. It has the appearance of something entirely non-threatening but it’s threatening, let me tell you. If you see a chair with no arms and a soft cushion (for the spanker, heaven forbid their arse experience discomfort) beware. Head for the hills.
When wood smacks flesh, it makes a crispthuckkind of sound, a bit like if you muffled hands clapping. Corrik has as steadythuck-rhythm going on my arse and it doesn’t take long for me to kick and move and fuss. “Corrik that hurts!”
“I know, my darling. Let go.”
“You let go of that infernal hairbrush and we have a deal.”
I swear he laughs—it’s a quiet laugh, and the brush is loud on my poor arse, but I have excellent hearing—but he spanks harder and shifts enough he has a firmer grip on my thigh.
By the time Corrik’s done, my woes have up and wandered off to wherever spanking takes them and I’m ready for sleep. He carries me over to the bed and I think I’m going to close my eyes and head into dreamland. “Oh no you don’t, not yet.” He slips his cock between my reddened cheeks—something he can’t resist.
I collapse on top of him when he’s done with me, feeling a world better than when I came in and for some reason, it pours out of me. “Elves don’t like me Corrik. I’m not sure they’re ever going to like me.”
It was almost better in Aldrien since I didn’t expect them to. I’d hoped here things would be different. “I’m sorry, Tahsen. I can’t promise it will get easier in that regard.”
“Why do they hate us so much? I don’t get it.”
“Prejudice isn’t logical.”
“I doubt it will change when I’m an Elf. I see how the halflings are treated, I don’t see a human turned Elf getting much love.”
He runs fingers through my hair. “No.”
“Do you think something could be worked out so that I might visit with the friends I have made?” He knows I mean Jagar and Aldagir.
He frowns. “We can work out another visit, but it won’t be permitted on a regular basis. They are commoners, there are rules.” Yeah. I’ve never much cared for rules though. “I see your wheels spinning. It’s not my rule, but you need to obey it all the same.”
I often wonder why I was born into so many levels of royalty; I get along far better with ‘common folk’. I change the subject. “What about the witch wyrms? Have any more children been taken?”
I’m not an idiot. I know the “send Tristan to training camp” was largely to keep me from that mystery. It’s been successful in keeping me busy, but not out of my mind. We discussed the information Corrik was given by the man in the hall the other day, but it was more hearsay than fact, hence not helpful.
“So far, no more children have been taken, but there has been no word on who has been conjuring the creatures.”
I nod not liking any of it. I feel the draw to be out there, looking. If it is Aldrien, I could find that out.
“No to whatever it is you’re thinking, Tristan.” He knows me too well.
