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Kemet 2: Revenge chapter 1

Kemet 2: Chapter One

I woke up, an hour earlier than I’d intended, if the night skulking around the fringes of the desert was anything to go by. The clothes I’d carefully selected last night lay in a heap on the cow-shaped couch; I dressed quickly, pulling the black coverall over my outfit. Minimal jewellery that could be used to identify myself to others, or easily discarded if I desired anonymity. Boots with a low heel that could grip sand and masonry, the leather ties crisscrossing over the cloth to end in a knot below my knee, the cloth spilling slightly over the thongs. I flexed my fingers in my driving gloves; they barely covered my hands but provided a lot of grip. I knew I’d need it. My hair was simply braided so I would not be recognisable from afar; the gold hair clasps and most of the jewels were removed the night before. A leather band pushed my braids behind my ears except for a couple which hung down, obscuring my telltale ear piercings; I’d removed some of the more ostentatious jewellery but the gaping holes seemed to scream luxury. I did my make-up by the light of the oil lamps – after all, if I was seen, I wanted to look good doing it, didn’t I? I pushed my gold amulets onto my arms; shielded by the black cloth, they would protect me. I twirled before the full-length mirror, dancing with my reflection as she grinned back, pouting at me and shimmying happily behind the bronze. Then I checked my weapons; a knife in my boot, double-edged dagger in my belt. Oh, and the one inside the leather cuff tied to my left wrist. Just in case. I wouldn’t be needing them. The climbing knives hung in a small sack from my belt, next to the other bag with the magic powder in it. “When you look into this mirror again, it will be a few hours later and you will have had your revenge,” I told myself. The prickling thrill was beginning to roll over my skin; I took deep breaths of cool night air. I ran to the window, leaped out and slid down the rope, landing perfectly in the mahogany-coloured chariot. He was one of my favourites; Sekhmet’s Fire was his name, and he was the fastest and most manoeuvrable, though of course had little adornment on his body. My favourite ride Challenger 3, being made of gold, was too recognisable and heavy for a stealth mission. Taking the firebox and oil jar from the box on the seat, I set up a plume of smoke on the grass. An answering plume ascended some miles distant before I stamped it out. I jumped back into Fire, flicked the reins and the two horses, grumbling a little in their own language, started to trot. I wished I could have used my fastest horse, Charger, but he wasn’t trained to pull; instead, I’d had him stationed near the border in case I had need of him on the way back. Not that I would unless Fire was taken while I carried out my mission. Hopefully that wouldn’t happen, because then Nefertiti might find out. As the horses began to gallop over the plain, completely invisible in the receding blackness, I remembered the last time I’d seen him. It had been a cool day and so me, Hora and Terkan had been messing about in the sun, driving around aimlessly in the desert. We raced each other for a while, and using Sekhmet’s Fire’s agility, I could easily cut in front of them and weave circles around them. Terkan picked up his water skin and threw a jet of water right in Hora’s round face, and I laughed so hard I had to brake and come to a halt; Hora nearly crashed into me, blinking water out of his eyes.  We had come to a narrow, shallow gorge not far from the palace. “I could jump that in Sekhmet’s Fire,” I said instantly. “No you couldn’t!” Hora said with certainty, peering gingerly at the depths. “Dare me,” I smirked, looking over at him. “No, it’s too dangerous!” Terkan snapped, ruffling up his hair, which hung down touching the beaded collar around his neck; some sand fell out over his red tunic. The herbs must have succeeded in softening his hair, because his fingers didn’t get caught in the curls. I wondered what I would look like with straighter hair. Hora was frowning into the distance, shielding his eyes with a muscled arm. “Look, there’s a dust cloud coming our way, maybe it’s a messenger from Ay. Maybe something happened.” The cloud disappeared. “A dust storm?” I wondered, pulling the cloth around my neck back over my mouth and nose.

“Anyway, I totally could jump that gorge if I wanted to.” “It’s impossible!” Hora exclaimed. “Yeah, I bet you,” said Terkan. “No, wait, Hora should bet you.” Hora was looking distinctly uncomfortable. “I don’t think you should do it,” he muttered, scuffling his sandals in the cracked earth. “Yeah, you’re crazy,” said Terkan, “We’re still a little way from help, what would we do if you got seriously hurt? It would take time to drive you all the way back.” “I just want to prove I can do it,” I shrugged. “Anyway it’s not a long way down, I won’t get hurt.” “You wouldn’t bet ‘Fire on it,” Hora challenged. “I would,” I said coolly, in my international-relations voice. “What do you want if you win?” I dismounted ‘Fire and strolled over to his chariot, climbed inside and whispered in his ear. “Well, okay,” he giggled, looking demurely at the wood beneath him, “I’m not that kind of man, I don’t put out like that. But there’s no way you will make it over so I guess, yeah, I’ll bet that.” “That sounds pretty much like a win-win situation for you,” I pointed out. “And you weren’t always a nice boy.” “That was a mistake. It won’t happen again,” he mumbled, staring at the red jewel in my belly button. I adjusted the thick straps of my sand-coloured top, savouring the quick darting of his eyes as my breasts moved. It was so amusing how I could play him like this. I touched the hilt of the dagger around my waist and instantly his eyes followed my fingers; I knew he could see the shape of my hips under my red skirt. “But it happened once, my fallen man,” I smiled, pinching his cheek. He was slightly darker than me, but I’m sure I had never blushed so fetchingly. I dismounted his chariot, strode over to ‘Fire, wheeled around in a wide arc and galloped full tilt at the gorge. I was flying! Wheels spun through air. The lip of the gorge was far – too far. The crevasse was much wider than it had appeared – I was falling-the ochre floor rushed up and slammed into Fire. Smashed wood burst apart in a creaking explosion as I was flung into the rocks. Slowly I crawled over the dusty rocks, trying to stand and then falling as I groped towards the wall of the gorge. I clambered up the pitted rock, scrabbling for handholds, urged on by the voices which called out suggestions about which rocks to put my hands on, until hands pulled me up over the lip and I was lying on the soil. Someone rolled me over onto my back and Hora’s face appeared, peering anxiously into my eyes. There was a ringing in my ears.  Relief settled around me; I was out of the gorge. “You’re not feeling dizzy or anything?” asked Terkan, kneeling beside me. I shook my head, sat up and extended both arms-they were bruised but not badly. Terkan was saying something about using a rope to haul Fire out and dragging Fire behind one of the other chariots. Heat suddenly swept over me. I was shivering and panting. Hora put his arm around my shoulders. “It’s shock,” said Terkan, “We’d better get her back quick. Leave Fire, we’ll send people to pick him up later.” Hora’s eyes widened and Terkan turned round – a swathe of sand was flying up as a chariot braked, slewing to one side. Hora’s hand went to the dagger in the leather strap over his red cloth belt. Nefertiti jumped out, his straight hair whipping round his shoulders, soft opaque swathes of blue barely covering the pale but sensuous curves of his body. The way the cloth billowed then fell back, almost exposing his hidden charms every moment but never quite managing to do so, was hypnotic. The sun glanced off the gold around his neck. “H-How…? What are you doing here?” asked Hora, looking up at him. “I followed you,” Nefertiti stated. “I knew Fiera was going to do something stupid. She was talking about jumping the gorge a few days ago.” That was his pet name for me, from my name Kheferura. He strode over to me and knelt, exposing a lot of bare thigh, and examined the bruises on my arms, lifting my skirt and tracing the scratches and grazes on my legs. He ran his fingers lightly over the flatness of my bruised stomach as Hora and Terkan looked away, and muttered angrily to himself about typical female stupidity. As he lifted my arm, I saw the black thickness of my left side and grimaced, then an image of Fire, my Fire, shattered and broken rose behind my eyes. “Look at you!” Nefertiti snapped, “You’re covered in bruises. And for what? To jump over that gap in the ground? What’s the point of that?” “To prove I could do it,” I mumbled. His voice had a hard edge to it and I felt close to tears; a burning ache was growing all over me as the initial shock faded. “You could have been killed!” he yelled. The exotic thinness of his perfect lips were twisted in fury. He looked even taller from where I was sitting, half his face in the shadow of the acacia. I wiped my eyes. I knew he was right. “What if the chariot hadn’t absorbed most of the shock? What if you’d hit your head? And you two,” he raised his voice, “Encouraging her! This is-” “It’s not their fault,” I sniffed. “I wanted to do it.” Nefertiti helped me up and I walked stiffly, painfully over to his blue chariot Skychaser. He sat down on Skychaser’s floor, gold-coloured shoes firmly planted on the packed earth. “For your childish behaviour, you’re going to get a childish punishment,” he pronounced. “I’m going to spank you.”

I stared at Nefertiti, my mouth hanging open like an idiot. Hora giggled nervously, running a hand through his cropped curls. “I’m not a child! You can’t do that!” I gasped out. “You certainly deserve a spanking,” he stated evenly. “So you are going to be spanked.” I couldn’t believe this was really happening. I felt heat rise in my cheeks. He grabbed my wrist- I tugged myself away and stumbled, thrashing over the sand. Nefertiti’s slender but wiry arms slid around my narrow waist and he pushed me down slowly – my legs gave way under his weight and we crumpled in a heap on the ground. He was sitting on top of me. I punched him in his perfect face. He didn’t move, but his eyes bored into me over his high cheekbones. I went to punch him again but he flicked his head and I missed- his hair tossed and fell back into strands over his neck, in the way it always did. Nefertiti pushed down on my shoulders, his heavily ringed hands pinning me to the ground. “Don’t,” he said calmly, “You are trained in combat, don’t forget. If you attack me you might hurt me and I’ll be forced to hit you back. And I don’t want to do that because you’re already hurt.” I struggled but he was too heavy – I couldn’t wriggle or push him off me. “You can’t spank me, it’s not fair!!” I yelled. Still grasping my forearms, Nefertiti slid off me so he was kneeling on the sand, then rolled me over onto my tummy. I turned my head and saw his arm descend on the back of my skirt-it hurt enough to make me gasp a little – another smack landed instantly, then a succession of hard rapid swats. “I’m too old to be spanked!” I pleaded. He only smacked me harder, landing each spank on the same spot in the centre of my bottom. I wriggled and kicked desperately, clawing at the sand, but by the feel of it his knee was in the small of my back and I couldn’t get away. I blushed furiously knowing that Hora and Terkan were seeing me get spanked like a naughty child. “It’s not f-fair!” I sobbed, uselessly. Nefertiti started smacking me all over my butt so I didn’t know where the next slap would fall. Heat was building in my rear and both my buttcheeks were tingling all over. The sun was burning my head and I could hear the sound of his hand pounding into my rear; I was crying but he did not slow his pace. My behind was stinging and warming up.

“Come on, that’s enough,” Hora  said anxiously, “Can’t you see you’re hurting her?” “Not enough, I’m afraid,” he sighed, “And the spanking will do her a world of good. Go and break a small branch off that tree, will you?” “Noooo!! I HATE YOU!!” I wailed. Another smack made me squeal. “You’re not going to beat her bottom with it, though?” “No. Of course not.” “Right.” I heard the crunching of his footsteps die away. “I hate you!” I screamed, “I’ll never speak to you again!” The sand was dark and wet with my tears but he still kept spanking, alternating between each side of my butt. I started to feel frightened of the worse pain to come; I was crying hard already and fiery heat prickled over my backside. Then Nefertiti’s hand slammed down on my sit spot, again and again. “I’m sorry!” I sobbed but the smacks continued to pelt my defenceless butt. I lay still, then threw myself forward but the fingers gripped my arm tighter. The knee drove me further into the sand. A flurry of spanks landed all over my bottom, then he resumed heating my sit spot.  Then the rhythm changed and the smacks became slower and even harder, eliciting yelps and cries of pain no matter how hard I tried to remain stoic.

Suddenly the knee lifted and his shadow moved over me. I was free. I clambered slowly to my feet, rubbing my smarting and now very sore behind. I wiped my face with the sandcloth round my neck. “It’s not over,” he said gently, “But you are only going to get it worse if you don’t submit. Now come over to Skychaser and I’ll finish spanking you, and it’ll be more comfortable that way.” He brushed the dust off my clothes.

I nodded, turning to follow, then I jumped into the air and planted a firm kick in his back. He groaned and fell onto the ground and I was off, stumbling as fast as I could toward Skychaser – I jumped in, flicked the reins and was trotting away. Nefertiti leapt into the chariot and yanked the reins as I jumped out, rolling as I hit the dirt, and ran painfully in the direction of Hora’s ride. Nefertiti brought Skychaser to an abrupt stop, ran over to me and picked me up, cradling me in his arms. “Don’t hurt me! I’m sorry!” I gasped out. “I’m not going to hurt you, you silly little bratling. I’m just going to teach you not to endanger your life doing stupid stunts.” I felt a sense of creeping dread for my already hot butt as he carried me over to Skychaser and sat on the chariot’s floor. He pulled me over his lap as I wriggled desperately, trying to extricate myself from his grasp. The blue swathes that somehow revealed far more than they concealed felt as smooth as silks beneath my tummy. Terkan was just standing there, gawping at us. I wished he would go away. Nefertiti pulled up my skirt and bared my bottom. “What are you doing?!” I shrieked, “You can’t spank me bare! You – you just can’t! Not in front of them!” “You committed an act of sheer stupidity in front of your friends, so you can get your bare behind spanked in front of them too.” In a gentler tone, he added “They won’t think any the worse of you for it.”

“I’m not looking!” Hora called from up in the tree, disentangling a branch from his green kilt. “Yeah, we’re not looking,” said Terkan, turning his back to us. He glanced over his shoulder, met my gaze, and quickly turned his head back round. Hora gave me an encouraging little smile, and clambered carefully along a bough. “Please don’t,” I pleaded hopelessly, “I won’t ever do it again, I promise!” Nefertiti slapped my rear firmly, paused, and spanked slowly, rhythmically, every smack surprisingly hard, leaving a fiery tingle behind as his hand lifted. Fresh tears were forced out of my eyes and I started to cry openly as my butt heated up with stinging pain. “Nef, it hurts!” I wailed. A series of firm, paced swats heated my rear. “It really hurts!” I sobbed out, “Please stop, if you love me you won’t hurt me.” “It’s supposed to hurt. And I’m only spanking you because I love you.”

The spanking continued, more intense than ever, and I waggled my tail from side to side in a futile effort to escape the swats. The spanks thudded down like my behind was a drum and he was beating out the slow dooms to set the pace before the dancers begin their unearthly undulations. Hora came over, pleading with Nefertiti that I’d learned my lesson, and I wondered how I looked to him, getting spanked on my bare behind over Nef’s knee. Heat rose in my face as I imagined how babyish I must look. Then I heard Nefertiti coldly demand the tree branch. Hora refused, but in between the sound of his palm on my naked bottom, I heard Nefertiti’s soft persuasive lips framing words. Then suddenly the spanks were blows raining down hard and fast as I begged him to stop, each whack of the branch felt much heavier than his hand. The heat in my rear swelled to a fiery tingling that made me howl in pain. “I can’t take it no more, it’s too sore,” I wailed, barely able to speak. Still spanking, Nefertiti lifted my chin and looked at my face. “Well, I hope this teaches you not to be so reckless. And you’re lucky I don’t turn your bottom blue to match the rest of you!” he snapped. I could swear I detected a hint of good-natured amusement in his voice. He walloped the branch into my butt over and over. I bawled as he thrashed me and threw myself from side to side. My legs were scissoring the air and I no longer even cared that Hora and Terkan were watching; I just cried without restraint, as babies cry, and forgot the world – there was only Nefertiti’s branch and me, and nothing else. The spanking went on and on, no pause, no change of rhythm, and I could hear myself bawling. Gradually the smacks became slower, lighter, subsiding to gentle taps, and I was drawn into a sitting position, my buns burning as they scraped over the cloth and took the settling of my weight on them. Nefertiti ran his hand through my braids, stroking my hot head, and I laid my head on his shoulder, crying it all out and grateful that the spanking was over. “There, there baby,” he said softly into my ear, “You’ll remember not to be reckless now, won’t you. Or I’ll tan your hide again.” I cried into his shoulder as he rocked me. My hand strayed to my fiercely stinging rump but his fingers closed on it gently and guided my hand away, letting it drop into place over my stomach. He looked down into my eyes. “If you rub your bottom, I will spank you again.” I nodded miserably, more tears slipping out from under my lids. Nefertiti held me until my crying had subsided to mere weeping, and stood up, still holding me, and carefully deposited me on my tummy in Skychaser’s backseat.

Then he left to help the others tow Fire out of the gorge. I closed my eyes against Amon-Ra’s glare and rubbed my aching buttcheeks, wondering what He thought of Nefertiti spanking me. Nefertiti had thoughtfully left a waterskin next to me; I checked to make sure he was busy climbing into the gorge, then poured the wonderful coolness all over my hot butt. I sighed happily as the hot ache receded. I watched as Nefertiti clambered out of the gorge holding one end of a rope, which Terkan tied to the axle of Hora’s chariot. There was a horrible grinding noise as Hora raced off, then Fire came bounding wildly over the lip of the gorge and Hora wheeled round, slowing as he came to a rest behind Skychaser.

He stepped out and grinned at me, touching my bare butt and rubbing it slowly, teasing me. “You won’t get to sleep with me,” he said proudly, rubbing in a circular motion, his fingertips on my sit spots somehow waking my hot labia to a throbbing excitement. I pulled at the knot on his belt. Suddenly a shadow fell over me and Nefertiti smacked me very hard on my helpless bared butt. “What do you think you are doing? How dare you!” he shouted, “Hora is a just a boy – a virgin! And you would do all sorts of things to that boy. You’re a good boy, aren’t you?” he added gently, looking at Hora, who nodded, his eyes shining with secret delight. “He started it! He was asking for it!” I exclaimed. Nefertiti smacked my bottom three times and tears trickled down my cheeks. He leaned over and took something from one of the compartments at the front of the chariot, hiding it behind his back. “Enough of your excuses. Hora would never do anything like that. I see I’m going to have to spank you for taking advantage of an inexperienced boy and making him do things to you. I should never have left him alone with you.” “No! No! It’ll hurt so much!” I sobbed despairingly. “And it wasn’t like that at all!” “Or perhaps Hora should spank you,” Nefertiti mused.

“What?!!” I yelped. “You can’t do that!!” “Sit down, and spank her over your lap,” said Nefertiti encouragingly. Not for the first time, I was contemplating having him executed. A shy but smirking Hora came into Skychaser and Nefertiti pulled me up so Hora could sit on the bench. “It’s not fair! It’s not what you think!” I whined hopelessly. They manoeuvred me over his lap. “Hora, tell him!” I wept. My heart was pounding with anxiety but I knew better than to try to resist. My knees were on the seat, feet waving in the air over the edge of Skychaser’s body. I felt so helpless and it was most humiliating, lying over his lap with my bare red butt sticking up. I wondered what he was thinking as he looked down at me. “Hora, HOW CAN YOU? This is SO UNFAIR!!” I screamed. He rubbed my back gently. “Maybe this isn’t such a good idea…” he muttered. “Well, either you do it or I will. I know more than anyone how much she needs a few swats to her naughty behind for this kind of behaviour,” said Nefertiti. Hora pulled my skirt up a little and a smack hit the middle of my ass. I burned with shame. “Nef, this is so humiliating!” I whimpered. “It isn’t dignified – ow!” I yelped as Hora smacked my bottom. “- or appropriate – he’s my general – owwwww!!” “Well, it should bring you down a peg or two to be spanked by your own general,” Nefertiti observed, “And the humiliation she feels now will ensure the safety of your innocence, Hora.”

Hora began to spank, softly at first, the slaps getting faster and harder and going on and on as if he would never tire. He wasn’t spanking as hard as Nefertiti but the rhythm was relentless and measured, the loud smacks falling to the soft sound of Nefertiti’s low, sweet voice counting. After twenty smacks had fallen I was squirming, begging them both for mercy. The counting and spanking didn’t stop. Hora didn’t change his rhythm or concentrate on different areas of my bottom; instead, his hand was flying everywhere, meting out punishment to every stinging spot. “He’s not even a virgin!” I groaned, as hot tears streamed down my face. I was sobbing hard, then crying loudly as Hora’s heavy hand landed on my buns again and again. My feet were kicking by themselves as I cried. “That’s it,” Nefetiti nodded, “She needs her bottom blistered, so roast her rump for her. Teach that cute little rear a hard lesson. You’re doing great.” “Hora, stop it, please!” I begged, but the spanking just went on and on, feeding the fiery prickling in my bottom. I turned my head and looked at Nefertiti; surely he would tell Hora I’d had enough? He would, wouldn’t he…any second now… “Nefertiti! I didn’t – I’m sorry! Make him stop!” His face remained impassive. “It’s up to Hora when he wants to stop. My, isn’t your bum getting red.” Hora’s palm crashed onto my swollen cheeks monotonously. He was strong. Those muscles were really getting put to good use on my well-chastised butt. How could he go on for so long without changing rhythm? I almost preferred the harder swats that Nefertiti had given me. As Nefertiti announced “fifty,” Hora stopped suddenly.

The wild stinging burned on but the noise of the smacks had stopped completely. “Well,” stated Hora, as if delivering a military report, “I thrashed most of the naughtiness out of her backside.” Nefertiti bent his head to inspect my behind. “A job well done,” he conceded after several moments, “That is a well-disciplined butt. This should serve as a reminder and you will be safe from her advances. However, I think to be on the safe side, you had better take my scarlet-bottomed girl on another trip over your knee. We wouldn’t want your reputation compromised, after all. I certainly could never forgive myself if you lost your good name, and your virtue, in her bed.” Hora’s fingers tightened on my wrist and a barrage of swats smashed into my tingling ass; a short but very humiliating spanking was applied to my defenceless buttcheeks. Twenty smacks rained down on my behind and I squealed aloud and shrieked at each one, bucking over Hora’s lap, legs flailing wildly in the air. I was crying in real earnest, intense sobs wracking my whole body as I thrashed around over his lap. The urge to rub, just to soothe the fiery stinging even for a few seconds was so strong – I clasped my butt- Hora ripped my hand away and landed several stinging swats on exactly the same spot. Then he continued pounding my behind with his palm until I couldn’t even tell when one spank ended and another began. I threw my head back and howled. I writhed around uselessly. Then there were no more spanks. I dared lift my head a little and look at Nefertiti. Nefertiti gently examined my bottom with his fingertips. Hora waited with bated breath for the verdict, as if it were news of a triumph or defeat. “Now, that is a thoroughly punished little bum. I think Fiera has learned a painful lesson about trying to corrupt good boys.” He lifted my chin and looked into my eyes. “You have your way with the whores and leave the nice men alone, or you will be saying sorry over my knee if you touch Hora again. How would he ever be able to look his father in the face again, if he came home without his virginity? A man’s virginity is precious. It’s all he has and you’ve no right stealing it. Queen or not, Tari, you will have a spanked butt if you try anything.” He slapped my rear and let go of my chin. Hora patted my head, kissed me on the forehead and eased me off his lap. I couldn’t even look him in the eye. And Terkan must have seen absolutely everything; my tears, my bare butt. I sobbed hard into my hands and Hora slid his thick arm around my shoulders. He rubbed my behind, his fingers soothing and almost cool on my sizzling skin. “Don’t, or she won’t learn anything,” said Nefertiti. “But look, her butt is all red,” Hora mused, “What if she can’t sit down?” “Well, she should have thought of that beforehand. Shouldn’t you, Fiera? Besides, I came over here to punish you for resisting me earlier, anyway; don’t look at me like that, I told you you would get it worse if you didn’t submit.” “Nef, please no!” I wailed, burying my face in Nefertiti’s shoulder. He gripped my slender wrists and held me away from him, looking down his pointy nose at me. His eyes were level with mine even though I was standing in Skychaser. “I could have you put in the dungeons for this,” I sobbed. His hold on me meant I couldn’t even rub. He spoke slowly, clearly. “Go and kneel on the ground with your top half on Skychaser’s floor. Now.” I nodded miserably, tears spotting the wooden floor. Nefertiti let my hands drop and they flew to my butt and squeezed it tight. My side was still aching from the crash but it was nothing compared to the stinging agony in my butt.

Hands still clasped to my bottom, I forced my feet to step, once, twice, three times, and with Hora steadying me I stepped onto the dry soil. My legs were shaking. Nefertiti was standing with his arms folded across his chest, his lips pursed – a pomegranate slash in his impossibly pale face. Still gorgeous, though, even if he was mean. I gave him a pleading look. His left hand was behind his back. My behind tingled just at the thought of what he was holding. “Do it, lion cub,” he said sternly. Slowly, I turned round, squatting and then kneeling on the hot ground. I looked back. Nefertiti was tapping his foot on the ground. Terkan had an anxious expression on his face; next to him Hora appeared stocky and shorter than he actually was. He was grinning awkwardly. I laid my arms on the chariot’s floor and shuffled my knees closer to it until my chest and stomach were supported by the wood. Nefertiti’s footsteps drummed on the soil and my skirt was yanked and folded over my back, leaving my bare bottom exposed and sticking up in the air. I felt very vulnerable. My butt was completely unprotected and at Nefertiti’s mercy, and I had no idea what torments he had in store for it. His feet withdrew a few paces. I could see the wooden boxes and slots that had been nailed into Skychaser’s corners; one of them was overflowing with dates that were filling the air with their rotting perfume. There was make-up in one of the other boxes, a dagger in another, along with a hunting knife – but something was missing. My stomach lurched and my heart missed a beat. I turned my head round and Nefertiti was smirking at me, obviously reading my mind. He drew his left hand forward and the long, brown whip uncoiled itself over the ground. “You’re going to get twenty. And you’re going to count them in my birth-language, the tongue of the lands beyond the Sea. And if you jump out of position or don’t count or mis-count, I’m going to start from ‘one’ again. Ready?” I just stared at the wicked length and thickness of the whip. He can’t! He won’t use that on my bum, will he? Not my own Nefertiti? I shook my head.

He raised his arm and slashed the whip down on my behind. It sizzled across my cheeks and I shrieked and jumped, lurching forward. I lay there tensed, waiting for the next one, salty tears flowing over my lips. “The next one is ‘one’, Fiera,” he said, almost tenderly. There was a cracking whoosh as a line of fire laid itself over my butt, much harsher than the first. I howled and jumped a little but instantly pushed myself back into position. “O-One,” I gasped, then quickly “One,” in his language. I risked another look over my shoulder. Nefertiti nodded and drew back his arm, Amon-Ra’s light catching his bangles. I glanced at my behind; it was mostly dark red, with a few bright reds still visible near the small of my back. Usually there wasn’t even a scrape or pimple back there; lotions and ground herb paste kept the rounded cheeks smooth and soft. Another crack landed on my pampered rear and woke an agony in my sit spots; I sobbed “Two” and stretched out my hands, gripping the far edge of Skychaser’s floor to stop myself squeezing the pain out of my butt. The next stripe made the throbbing flare up in the centre of my bum and I could barely say “Three,” through the sobs that were heaving through my whole body. The whip landed on my butt yet again, a pulsing pain that raged over my skin and I jerked up, my hands clutching my cheeks. I bent forward a little, massaging the seared flesh, little trickles of relief going through me as I held my bottom almost lovingly. I flopped down on the wood, crying uncontrollably. “Four,” I sobbed out, but it didn’t sound intelligible and I worried that Nefertiti would discount it. “You moved, Tari. The next one is ‘one’. And push your little tushie up, yeah, up and out like a good baby girl.” I felt so mortified I wanted to die. But I pushed my bottom up, like it was begging for more. Crack. “O-One,” I wailed. “Use your hand. Just bang on the wood to count,” Nefertiti ordered. Crack. My palm hit the floor twice. Another slice of the whip ignited a blaze that rolled over the entire surface of my backside. Hold still. Hold still. Three times, this time with a fist. The fourth stroke made me yell out more loudly than ever, but I pounded the wood as I screamed. I stayed hunched in position. There was a puddle of tears soaking into the wood. Amon-Ra’s warmth touched my shoulders gently. The fifth did not change anything; maybe my butt was now numb. The sixth and seventh kept my rear flaming but I didn’t really feel them. Hope dared surge through me; maybe I was going to be able to do this. The eighth and ninth landed in quick succession and suddenly I saw Quinox’s plump face laughing down at me as a hot pain seared across my butt – Zannanzah was there now, sneering as he took the whip and raised his arm- “Tari!” a voice yelled. I jumped and looked up. The sky was the most stunning blue. “Tari!” the voice screamed again. It was Nefertiti’s voice, and I twisted round. My heart was racing. I held my burning behind. “The next one is ‘one’. And that serves you right for refusing to count. You knew what would happen.” I nodded with a kind of despair. Let’s just get it over with. I kept slapping the wood after each stroke, and after an eternity of lying there with a fire in my butt it was number nineteen and although I was still crying hard for all to see, I knew it was going to end soon. I rapped out the number slowly and the last stroke fell; I heard the noise but it could have missed me completely for all I was aware; the burning neither intensified nor waned. I tapped the wood, crying with relief more than pain now.

“My poor darling,” Nefertiti whispered, and he was right beside me now, kneeling. His hand was stroking my back, the whip was all bunched up in his other fist. “You only counted nineteen. The next one is ‘one’, but I won’t make you count them.” I felt like he’d just punched me in the stomach. I tried to move but he pushed down on my back and landed all twenty whacks in less than a minute, almost before I knew what was happening. It was an intense burning, intensifying every moment until it became unbearable. I just stayed frozen, completely in shock at the cracks that had just thudded down on my rear, my bottom a mass of frenzied prickling, like a flame was being held to my butt. Nefertiti helped me up slowly, laid his cool palm against my forehead and said “Okay, I think you’re alright. Now bend over and put your hands on the wood. This isn’t a punishment for resisting me, this is something you earned for that stunt.”

I obeyed, shaking even more now. I willed myself to stay in that  most embarrassing position, yearning to escape and hold my throbbing cheeks. Wasn’t this ever going to end? “Fiera, you could have been killed,” Nefertiti said tensely, slapping my butt with his hand. “You could have been injured.” Smack. “You could have been crippled.” Smack. “You could have ended up unconscious.” Smack. “You were very lucky, but even with that amount of luck you are still bruised, and you’re going to be sore for days. You won’t be able to do the fun things you love, like go hunting or fishing and practise martial arts or swordfighting. I don’t even know if you’ll be up to driving around. So do you think it was worth it?” Smack. I shook my head. “And just think, if you hadn’t done such a silly thing, you wouldn’t have been spanked,” he continued in a gentler voice. He bunched up the whip again and thwacked it down on my ass. I yelped; he whacked me again and I squealed again, the cries melding into one as he beat my butt. The fiery pain swelled until I couldn’t bear it and I bawled and screamed; the torment was endless and I kept jumping slightly out of position. I wanted to tell him to stop, that I couldn’t cope with it, but all I could do was wail my humiliation and pain to the desert. Then it remained at that level – my butt was numb again – or at least smarting all over so much that I couldn’t register any new pain. It hurt so much, I didn’t know what was better – the numbness or feeling the spanks. The blaze blocked everything else from my mind. I clutched at my cheeks with both hands. The sound of the bundled whip on my ass was silenced and my fingers were prised off, finger by finger, until the whooshing and whacking noise signalled the return of the whip. The noise rose and fell to the beat of the sun on the desert, the sloughing of the dry wind as it sighed at the coolness of the day. Nefertiti rubbed my back and I realised he must have stopped spanking me but the heat back there felt like I was still being spanked. I was still bawling like a child; I tried to control myself and it diminished to a hysterical crying as he lifted me over his shoulder. He swayed from side to side, murmuring soothing words into my ear, and a sort of calm descended on my tired body.  Terkan was staring at me. Nefertiti carried me into Skychaser and laid me on my tummy in the backseat. He held my hand while I cried, and stroked my braids. “You took it well,” he said gently, “I’m proud of you. The worst thing I can imagine is seeing you get hurt. I know what getting spanked and whipped must have reminded you of, but it was what they did to you that made me realise how much I can’t bear seeing you get hurt. That and the stupid escapades you insist on doing of course.” After a few minutes I managed to calm myself a little, but I couldn’t stop the tears. Nefertiti ordered me to kneel on the seat. “And since you like getting good men to touch your naked hiney, you can stay like that until we get within sight of Lukanen,” he added. Nefertiti began rolling up my skirt and tying my belt around the bunched cloth so that my soundly chastised bum was even more clearly displayed. He pulled my underwear down even further. I was crying and rubbing my butt; Nefertiti frowned as I massaged my buns but he didn’t say anything.

Hora was grinning at me from his chariot. Then he looked over at Fire, and I followed his gaze. The wreckage of my beautiful Fire was roped to the back of Hora’s ride. “Poor Fire,” whispered Hora sadly, stroking the little chariot’s splintered curves. “Well, you are mine now. Although,” he added, straightening up, “I really enjoyed watching you get spanked and spanking you. So I think that is payment enough. You and ‘Fire belong together and I couldn’t take him away from you.” The relief must have shown on my face because Nefertiti looked at me and rolled his eyes. Then I felt embarrassed that not only had Hora spanked me bare, he had witnessed the spectacle of Nefertiti doing it, and actually enjoyed it – like it was an entertainment for him. “I’m not laughing at you,” he said quickly, as if reading my thoughts. “It was just cute, that’s all.” “I thought it was cruel and pretty nasty,” said Terkan, looking at the ground. “Think what you will,” Nefertiti said archly, “I’m only trying to protect her from hurting herself.” “I don’t need protecting! It really hurts!” I sobbed. “Fiera, if you want another smack-” Nefertiti threatened. He untied the sandcloth from round my neck and dabbed at my face, then turned back round to face the front. The horses moved and we pulled away.

I knelt on the seat, rubbing my throbbing behind and crying into my hands. That was four days ago. Dawn was sweeping in from the East, chasing Fire’s wheels. The Border was approaching, and I touched my amulets, praying they would not fail; that Amon-Ra would still protect me in the foreign land, that his power could extend over that earth, the territory of the foreign gods. Don’t let me fail. If I must be caught, let me at least do what I came to do.


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Kemet: a story about an Egyptian Queen who gets spanked publically


It’s dark here. There are no oil lamps, and underneath the thin cotton and cushions that cover me it is dark anyway. I take deep breaths but it still hurts even with the magic potion I drank that stops pain. I fold my arms around a huge cushion and pull myself into it; if I cry again nobody will hear me. I feel my face burn as I think of the emperor Quinox here in my palace, laughing to himself as he pictures me lying here with a blazing butt, tears streaming from my sore eyes. I suppose I brought this on myself.

I first saw the emperor when I was a teenage slave, having sneaked into this palace with a few friends to scout around in preparation for a coup to get rid of King Kaphor. We successfully bended in with the palace slaves.The emperor had come to the palace for peace talks or something – I didn’t know the details. To cut a long story short, the entertainment in the great hall that day was the Dancing of Lions, where anyone could challenge anybody else to martial arts combat with blunted weapons – or none. The person who was knocked down three times was the loser; it was a simple, enjoyable game. The emperor was then in his mid twenties having just become prince regent a few months ago, taking over from his father. Their nation had been alternately at war with and, during periods of optimism, merely on unfriendly terms with, Kamet for a few centuries. It was only slightly shocking therefore that the new emperor insulted Kaphor. Patriotism must have got the best of me and I said directly to the emperor, “My king has extended life but you do not! You are no god.” The assembled nobles and servants turned and stared at me. But I was not afraid. I had nothing to lose but my life. The emperor turned his eyes on me and I feared he would strike me down with his gaze, but he obviously had no such power because he told Karfra that he wished to fight me in the ring and kill me. It was a historical first. We fought unarmed, and twice I threw him down. He was mad – literally. Insane with anger. His large eyes were nearly popping out of his head as he lunged toward me – I jumped on top of him and would have won if Karfra hadn’t thrown a chair at me; why he did this, I am not sure. I ran back to the foot of the throne and lay there, as I was accustomed to do. The emperor rose slowly, strode over to Karfra and pointed at me. “Kill her!” he spat out; I’d never seen anyone so livid. It kind of amused me.

Karfra grabbed my wrist and dragged me to another building; it looked like a huge temple. The place was a stone maze. Finally he thrust me in front of two high priests and told them how I had defeated the emperor, something that was impossible given my lack of martial arts training, and the emperor’s royal blood. “It is an omen, a terrible omen. But of what?”

“We will have to see her alone.”

Karfra nodded curtly and left.

The priests kneeled down in front of me. I was astonished, almost frightened. One of them took my hands.

“My queen, do not be afraid. We know of your plan. We knew even when the King was a boy that you would come. You do not know the decades we have spent waiting for you.”

“Plan? What plan?” I lied.

“Yes, do not worry, your plan will succeed,” said the second priest, looking into my eyes. “The gods have told us that this was ordained by them. We are loyal to the King but we cannot reject their will and, whatever we do, we cannot stop destiny.”

“It’s okay, Tari,” said the first priest.

“You know my name?”

“Yes, of course we do. I am Ay. Do not fret so – all you want now, you will achieve in a few months’ time, and you will be queen.”

And so it was to be.

It is dark here. I imagine how I must have looked over his lap and I feel so embarrassed. Very gently, I touch my tender sit spots, feel the swelling back there as my fingers probe and cup each cheek. The sudden pulse of heat makes me gasp out loud. Burying my head in the pillow, I close my eyes but the hot throbbing in my backside won’t let me drift off. I rub it again. It doesn’t help. I realise there are tears on my cheeks. I reach for the sleeping potion that Ay gave me a few hours after the emperor let me go. Then I hesitate. I have to work out how exactly I got into this mess.

Chapter 1

The sun rose high over the Nile and the palace complex cradled in its sweeping curve. I gazed out of the window, smiling. This was a big day; we had achieved so much since the coup and I’d been looking for some excuse to show off how far we had come, despite the best efforts of certain states to break off their treaties with us and even attempted to invade. But now Kemet was more powerful than ever and the best excuse for a big event to send this message to everyone else was my birthday. I would be 100, [or in my early twenties by today’s reckoning]. This was also the last day of the period that Quinox had vowed revenge on me for tying him to my throne for four days to keep my promise of giving him the throne of Kemet. (I’d only made that promise under duress, at blade-point after a sneak attack, though admittedly I’d planned to make a fool of him when I made it.)I’d worried a bit about his revenge and as today was the last day for it, it was well worth celebrating.

I touched my hair; it had been braided by my male concubines into an intricate, interwoven style and some individual braids were clipped to others with gold clasps to form a crisscross design.  The rest was tumbling down my back and curling down to my chest. I had hair that was less frizzy and more curly than most of my peoples’. I was wearing a gold coloured top with thick shoulder straps and a see-through long sleeved top over that, through which my upper arm bangles and navel jewel were visible.  A belly chain was attached to it and I had on a long skirt with jewels on, lots of bangles and anklets, and one of my favourite necklaces. Studs and rings peeked out of every fold in my ears. In my jewel-studded belt there were two daggers; a large gold ceremonial one and a concealed steel dagger that was much smaller. I had on one of my favourite pairs of shoes.

Two hours later, every important person in the known world was seated in the great hall; tier upon tier of these foreign royals, ministers and nobles that I’d bested, either on the battlefield or at the negotiation table. Being on the highest level, my throne was at the very back on a raised dais. From there I had a great view of my peers engaged in the Dance of Lions. As one combatant pinned down another for the third time, a cheer went up, and they returned to their seats. Then Quinox stood up. Wearing purple, he looked like a plump fruit ready to burst. Okay, so he was slightly chubby and not actually fat, but that didn’t stop me making fun of him.

“I challenge you, Tut-Ankh Amon,” he said. He had an aloof expression on his round face; that usually meant he was planning something. Of course this reminded me of my first encounter with him and I couldn’t stop a little smirk from playing around my lips.

“I accept,” I replied.

We fought with blunted daggers. Once again, I floored him twice – unremarkably this time, as I was now trained in martial arts. As the emperor stood up I backed off and we circled each other. Then his minions rushed into the arena. I drew my concealed steel dagger from my belt, poised to strike. A rope landed around my shoulders, fell to my waist and tightened as I leaped at Quinox. Quinox’s soldier tugged on it and I fell to the sand, slashing at the rope with my dagger. Another soldier pulled it out of my hand and Quinox knelt beside me, grabbed me around the waist and pulled me over his lap.

He was grinning from ear to ear.

“Let me go you crazy idiot, before I give the order to cut you up into tiny bits of foreign, fatty jackal food!” I snarled at him.

“Cut the rope,” he ordered in his own language. A man bent over me and I felt it snap but I still couldn’t move even though I squirmed as much as I could. I thought of calling out for help but I knew everyone could see and hear what was going on anyway, plus I didn’t want to embarrass myself further by seeming unable to take control of the situation. I turned my head and spat in his face. This didn’t seem to bother him. Someone held me down over his knees as he wiped it off.

“This is for tying me to the throne,” he said calmly, as he raised his hand. Then he smacked me very  hard in the middle of my bottom. I yelped in pain and shock. I couldn’t believe what he just did and I felt myself blush as tears of embarrassment came to my eyes. I could see all the faces in a tiered circle round the arena and I knew every single person just saw me get smacked on my butt. Quinox lifted my chin and looked into my eyes.

“Aww, is the little baby queen upset? You’re not so tough after all if one smack can make your eyes tear up.”

“Let me up this instant!!” I screamed, the familiar battle-rage coursing hot through my blood as I tried to wrench myself out of his grasp. Another hard smack landed on exactly the same spot and I flinched, clenching my teeth so as not to cry out. “This is your revenge?” I said, projecting my voice loudly and clearly so that all present could hear, “I tied you to the throne for four days and this is your idea of sufficient revenge – hitting me?” Quinox slapped the undercurve of my butt and the sting spread through my behind. I wriggled a little. I was starting to worry a bit more now. Could Quinox carry on doing this for a few minutes without intervention? After all, I couldn’t escape and my side would have to go through the mob of Quinox’s bodyguards and minions which surrounded me. I decided to distract him by annoying him. “Why do you take revenge?” I announced loudly, “You should appreciate me…I let you sit on my throne!” A flurry of spanks were applied all over my stinging backside. “I let you sit on my throne, I let you  shit on my throne…that is a privilege, even I don’t shit on my throne, I use the bathroom.” I heard muffled laughter and smiled to myself. Quinox shifted me slightly and lifted my leg. “You didn’t leave me a choice in the matter…just as now I won’t leave you a choice in the matter of being spanked like the naughty little girl you really are, over my knee and for the entire world to see.” He slipped off my shoe; it was gold coloured, light and soft, more a sandal than a shoe though it covered most of my foot. “You have nice toe rings,” he said, conversationally. Whoever had taught this arrogant, bullying tyrant anger management must have been a godsdamn wizard.

“Give that shoe back to me RIGHT NOW!! You are crazy, you fool! Kemet is an empire and you think this little show scares my people? I could rule the world if I wanted to, and you think I would be afraid of mere violence? You need to grow up!”

“Poor little Tut,” he said almost soothingly, “You shouldn’t annoy me, it makes my hand so restless.” I twisted my head round and saw his hand holding my shoe above my butt. I felt close to tears as I realised he was about to hit me with it. The shoe was light but the sole was hard and flat, and the emperor had made it obvious that he could smack hard. I knew it was going to hurt; but how sore would I feel?

I gasped as the first swat landed, leaving a warm sensation back there. “You coward, Quinox;  why don’t you – ahhh!” I struggled furiously but he kept me pinned across his lap, smacking my butt again and again with my shoe. I realised I was utterly helpless.

The emperor found a rhythm, alternating between each side of my rear. He lectured me to the rhythm of the spanks, “I’m-going-to-teach-you-a-lesson-you’ll-never– forget.” “In your dreams,” I replied coldly, barely able to keep my voice from wobbling. “You-will-lay-here-and-take-this, you. Conniving. Devious. Egyptian. Bitch!

“Owwww!” I groaned as he struck me with a tremendous blow right in the centre of my ass on the last word. Tears rolled down my cheeks and my hand flew back and was instantly caught and held. I tried to stop the tears but they had been held back for a while and the hot smarting in my butt was too much for me. The emperor paddled me firmly, perhaps encouraged by seeing me break down. I kicked madly and whimpered with pain as heat flared across my tail, weeping silently and then sobbing as he lit my ass on fire. He peppered my bottom with firm whacks as tears streamed down my face. I closed my eyes as he gave me a series of harder slaps on my sit spots.

“P-Please let me go!” I wept, on the verge of fully fledged crying, “You got what you wanted, you’ve won this round!” He just continued spanking me, feeding the fiery ache in my behind. I was determined not to let him make me cry more than I was already, so I pleaded with him: “I’ve learned my lesson already!”

“Well I suppose there’s no harm in showing leniency right now,” Quinox mused. “I do indulge myself at times. And look at you, you’re a sorry mess, I didn’t expect it to be so easy to spank you to tears. It rather ruins the dramatic effect of the original plan, but no matter.” I felt my shoe being pushed back onto my foot. Quinox gently removed his hand from my back and began to stroke my hair. “Poor thing,” he mused, almost sympathetically, “I feel sorry for you, but what needs to be done must be done, but now you can rest.” The hand holding mine let it drop, and I squeezed my backside with both hands, rubbing and kneading the sting away. Even through the cotton I could feel the heat.

I took deep breaths as I held my butt and gradually I felt a bit calmer, though a sudden wave of embarrassment gripped me as I saw all the faces watching. I pulled out a small bag that was hanging off my belt, took out a tiny mirror and some pigment stubs and re-did my eyes perfectly. Then I got off his lap and slowly stood up. My legs were trembling and I was shaking all over. There was a chair beside me and I held on to it until I stopped shaking and regained my composure.

“I’ll take revenge on you for this,” I told the emperor in his language, “You went too far this time. You could have really hurt me.” He didn’t look up. He seemed to be drawing something in the sand with his finger. A hot flash of anger bolted through me. “I will NEVER forget this! You ruined everything !! How could you – how could you ruin my special day, why do you do this to me?”

He carried on kneeling there, pushing his chubby finger through the sand.

“ANSWER!” I screamed. “Answer me, you dog!” He didn’t move.

“You knew I planned it and put a lot of effort into this, and you deliberately planned to destroy all that effort! You would take that away from me and reduce it to nothing, that is pure evil, you are unforgivable. You should be ashamed of yourself.”

He lifted his head and looked directly at me. It was a look that gave me chills.

“Let me ask you a question,” he said coolly, “How stupid are you?”

I glared at him. My heart was pounding. Quinox stood up and strolled over to me, every pair of eyes fixed on him.

“I bribed your priests, I made two deals and a few smaller ones, and you think that this is all? That five minutes of being spanked like a child pays off the massive debt you owe me? You broke trade agreements with me, then a few months later you tied me to the throne, then just a few months ago you broke treaty obligations.”

I smirked in his pudgy, scowling face. “You left out the part where you declared war for no reason and I won; you surrendered the rights to tribute from your empire’s Lanean colony…among other things…”

Quinox’s eyes bulged. “You would never have been able to take over! It was a stalemate until I surrendered and I only did so because…because…”

I leaned closer to him. “Well…I didn’t surrender.”

Quinox shrugged. “Well I see you have your poise back. Which makes this the perfect time to tell you that you are stupid because you assume your punishment is over, when my subordinates have you completely surrounded – and not just right here; I know you can’t see over their heads because you are a woman, but the entire perimeter of this arena is now impenetrable, thanks to my bodyguards and soldiers.”

“Then I will kill them all.” My hand drifted to the hilt of my gold dagger.

“Oh please,” the emperor sighed, then he chuckled. “We all know gold doesn’t make sharp or strong swords. That’s why you have your micro-dagger.”

In a moment I had my gold dagger in my hand and with all my strength I hit his face with it – he staggered backwards, arms flailing to a gasp from the audience. I turned to the assembled minions. “Let me pass. I order you.” The one in front of me looked terrified but he held his ground; presumably his king’s torture machines could command more loyalty than kindness ever could.

Quinox sat down in the chair, holding his cheek where the blade got him. It was turning into an ugly bruise.

“What I did just then wasn’t planned,” he explained, “The original plan would have begun with me sitting here, but I couldn’t resist giving you a few smacks when you fell down. Then you kept annoying me so I used your shoe, but that doesn’t matter, the real deal can begin now.”

I had started to tremble again. “But-but you just had your revenge, I’ve already been spanked and it was sore.”

Quinox just burst out laughing. “You really are that dumb! I haven’t even started my revenge yet, that was an impulsive bonus. Now get over my lap.”

Chapter 2

“Never,” I said. “I’d prefer you to murder me.”

There was an absolute silence from the stands. I wasn’t looking at the audience but I could feel the heat of their gaze.

“You can’t do that!” my prime minister yelled from high up in the stands, “release our queen immediately or we will take military action without further warning.”

Quinox smiled like a snake as he reached into his robe and pulled out a scroll of papyrus. “How can you? You agreed to this. It says here that in the case of breach of treaty obligations, my empire is not permitted to apply any kind of trading, military or any other sanction to Kamet – your queen insisted on this point – one of the best negotiations your state ever made, if I may say so. And this was agreed on the condition that all sanctions must be brought against Tut-Ankh Amon herself…a five-year agreement non-binding on successors or any -”

“That only refers to bringing her as an individual before the Council of States, and you know that!” snapped the prime minister.

Quinox made a show of holding up the papyrus and reading it. “Hmmm…oh how unfortunate, I don’t see anything about the Council of States in here…oh dear.”

A collective murmur ran around the stands.

“And the sanction can be of my own choosing and must only take place in Kamet or its colonies…the only precursor needed is for the queen to have breached or indicated a refusal to breach treaty obligations…Tut, I formally charge that you have breached treaty obligations. Do you deny this charge?”

I managed to grin, though I was scared. “I do not recognise your authority to accuse me,” I said evenly.

Quinox’s eyes lit up. “Then you are in breach of this agreement as well!”

“Show me the evidence that I breached a treaty,” I challenged him, looking deep into his eyes. He stared back, then turned away, signalling to a member of the audience.  One of his priests came down from the stands, holding a leather bag. He set it down and pulled out scrolls of papyrus and parchment.

Quinox leered at me. “I can call an open court right now, and by international law the arbiter must be from an impartial third state, when the arbiter sees all these reports he will have all the evidence he needs to find you guilty, and that means I can spank you.” I shook as it all began to sink in – he had obviously planned this for months.

“Okay,” I conceded, hearing the tremor in my own voice, “Then I want to postpone it.”

Quinox nodded to his soldiers and one of them grabbed my wrist.

“Nice try, bitch,” Quinox said serenely, “Appeal it to the Council of states – not that it isn’t my legal right to spank you, not that the agreement provides for your right of postponement, and not that the council will find in your favour. I own them all, they are all shit-scared of me and my economic power, and we both know that quite a few countries would be only too happy to see you get what’s coming to you.”

I really wanted to cry knowing I was about to be spanked in front of the whole world, but then my inner strength won through. I was determined not to give Quinox any satisfaction; I resolved not to cry or show any signs of pain or weakness. Hands gripped my calves and a soldier walked over to me and held my arms. He avoided my gaze. They lifted me up and carried me over to Quinox, but he motioned them to set me down.

“I’ll do it myself,” he said quietly. Remaining seated, he grasped my wrists forcefully, tugged hard and flipped me over his knee. Suddenly the sand tilted and I was lying on his lap looking down at the sand. My butt was sticking up in a very vulnerable position.

“You deserve this!” Quinox snarled, unable to conceal his fury. He raised his hand. “You’ve had this coming to you!” He smacked my butt hard. I didn’t flinch or let any expression show on my face. Smack! Smack! Smack! I kept still, my eyes open, facing straight ahead. It’s going to be okay, I told myself, you can do this. Quinox reached below my belly button and fumbled with my belt, loosening it. I didn’t resist this as I thought I’d be more comfortable that way, especially if this spanking was going to last as long as the first one. Then he slipped his fingers into the gap and undid the tie on my underwear; it looked more like a skirt because of the large dangling folds of cotton each at the front and back, under which the concealed tie passed. “What are you doing?” I snapped, “Get your filthy paws off me, you dirty slut! You know I always make the first move!”

“There isn’t even a word for slut in your language,” he pointed out, “And I know you in particular don’t even understand the concept, you’ve just heard foreigners using the word.”

“Just stop that,” I replied sharply. “And besides, one day I will learn what that word means.”

“I’m done, anyway.” The trespassing fingers retreated and thwacked down on the undercurve of my backside. Then I felt my skirt being lifted, higher, higher until it was pooled over my back. “Stop it! What are you doing??” I gasped, squirming furiously as he held me down. Quinox pulled my underwear down to just below my butt, then yanked the skirt down too. It hurt as the belt scraped over my bottom. I burned with embarrassment as I realised that everyone could see my bare bottom. I couldn’t believe he was doing this. I felt so exposed and humiliated, bared for all to see. My bottom suddenly felt much more helpless without anything protecting it from the emperor’s hand.

“For breaking the terms of the treaty, you will get 500 spanks,” Quinox announced, “Plus extra for mocking me, hitting me with your sword, breaking the terms of the agreement  and trying to get out of your punishment. Let’s settle it at ten hundred, because that’s a nice round number. Also, I totally hate you and will enjoy seeing you suffer.” He patted my bare butt and I burned with shame knowing that he was seeing and touching my naked cheeks. “I can only imagine what sort of state you’ll be in by the time it’s over; it will be interesting to see what your behind will look like.”

“That’s impossible, you fool,” I sighed, shaking my head at this fresh idiocy. “You’re not strong enough to hit someone a thousand times and I couldn’t take that many blows – I’d die under the spanking and I know that’s the last thing you want because it would mean war. A real war, not those small, couple of months long bravado-exhibiting border wars we’ve been having.”

A smack landed on the centre of my unprotected, naked butt. The sting  was warm on my bare buttocks. I kept my facial expression neutral.

“You wouldn’t die or get hurt, and there’s ways around my not having enough energy to see this through – I planned this with the help of two of your priests and two other kings, and it was five months in the planning. So I’ve perfected every last detail. By the way, ten of my civil servants are standing near us, they’ll be keeping the score.”

There was a prickling behind my eyes. Surely he wasn’t serious? There was no way I could endure such a long spanking – I couldn’t even allow myself to visualise it. How sore would it be? How would it feel? I’d probably be screaming by the end. How long would it last, anyway – how much time does it take to smack me ten hundred times?? I felt sick. I couldn’t even breathe.

“ You’re only getting what you deserve.”

“I don’t deserve this – nobody does,” I whispered.

Another firm smack landed on my ass.

“That was number one. Yes, I can see it’s unfair because you must have had fifty at the very least, but I do not want to be fair to you. My goal is to see you bawling in pain and feeling extremely sore in your backside, which is the only part of you I can beat without injuring you or being accused by your country of torture.”

He delivered a brutal swat to my sit-spot; it was all I could do not to jump.

“I’ll declare war!” I threatened, “Stop it RIGHT NOW or I will make war!!” Smack! Smack! “I’ll do it! I will!” I shouted as I struggled to free myself from his grasp. Smack! I flinched slightly.

“You dare threaten me with war when you’re bare ass over my lap getting spanked?” he laughed. I kicked out at him but missed.  The emperor spanked rhythmically , every slap soundly applied to my hot buns.

“I’ll flatten your kingdom! Your empire will be MINE!!” I yelled. The swats seemed to be getting harder. It felt like a fire was building in my ass. The sound of every spank seemed to echo. Smack! Tears pricked my eyes but I blinked them away. My butt was tingling all over as he soundly chastised my behind, swatting the sides of my butt as well. It was increasingly hard to remain stoically in place and my arms and legs were all trembling from the effort of remaining still. Smack! I clenched my teeth to keep from crying out. Every whack was a new shock to my ass. Then his fingers scrabbled at my loosened belt and withdrew.

Chapter 3

A bright blur was shoved near my face and I realised that my gold dagger was being shown to me by his soldier.

“I’m going to spank you with your dagger,” Quinox announced to all present.

I was filled with horror at the thought of the pain and of my own weapon, one of my favourite possessions, being used on my already tender backside. All the faces around the room were turned towards me – what were they all thinking? I couldn’t see anyone’s expression.

“I don’t think that would be necessary,” I said, trying to keep my voice even. I was shaking and I felt that sick feeling again. Quinox reached for the dagger and the soldier placed it in his hand. I turned my head and saw him rolling the gold hilt in his chubby hand. He ran his finger tentatively along the thick, rounded length of the blade, then touched the broad and useless tip. Apparently satisfied that I wasn’t going to bleed and leave him vulnerable to accusations of injury, he grasped the hilt and lifted it slightly.

“Please,” I whined, “Please no. Don’t use that on me, I’ve learned my lesson.”

He placed the blade against my skin. It was slightly cold and felt good on my hot butt.

“It cools you down, doesn’t it,” Quinox purred almost theatrically, “But it’s going to warm you up again my little queen.”

I twisted my head round and looked at him. “Please no, I’m sorry.”

His full lips twisted into a bitter sneer. “Oh, you’re sorry, are you? You are helpless in your own palace, about to get a serious butt beating, and you are suddenly sorry? I know you’re not. But you will be! You’ll be the sorriest queen in all four corners of the earth when I’m finished with you.”

He slapped my dagger down firmly on my behind and I bit my lip to stop myself screaming. Again he let it crash into my bum with more force. I yelled out but the noise was caught in my throat behind my tightly held lip. I was utterly determined not to make a sound. Quinox swung the dagger in an arc and it connected sharply with my upturned backside. I bucked over his lap involuntarily, biting down as hard as I could – the next stroke laid itself like a line of fire across my cheeks and my whole body jerked. I focused only on intensifying the pain in my lip. Nothing else mattered. As long as that pain grew, I would not cry out. The dagger thudded into my flesh. I nurtured that pain, holding my lip in my teeth, engraving grooves there. Another whack sent heat tingling across my bottom and I closed my eyes, trying to breathe deeply through my nose. This was so embarrassing and I knew everyone was watching, picturing all those times I’d fought for my country on blood-drenched battlefields and won, or been driven in the gold chariot Challenger 3 as I was hailed as the empress of a colony I’d just taken over…and now here I was facedown over my archenemy’s lap being spanked like a child…what were they thinking??

Quinox gave me several hard swats in quick succession, all on exactly the same spot. I writhed on his lap and heard a little crunch as blood spurted into my mouth, dribbling down my chin. There were a few gasps from the onlookers. Someone standing near Quinox came over to me and squinted at my lip. He turned to someone I couldn’t see and said “She’s bitten clean through – you could put a lip piercing through it.”

“That’s pretty impressive,” said a voice.

“The determination not to scream elevated to the extent that the person effectively performs body piercing on themselves is not impressive, it is stupidity,” snapped Quinox. “And furthermore, my lioness, it was useless because your spanking is far from over and I will have you bawling and begging me to stop before the end.”

He slapped the dagger down on the centre of my behind – I bit the other side of my lip and my arm swung involuntarily.

“I will NEVER beg you to stop! I am the Lioness of Kemet! I am Queen of the Empire of the Sun! I will never beg you!”

The dagger crashed into the middle of my backside again and my legs kicked. “You will beg me, over and over again,” he declared in a ringing voice that could be heard three rooms away, probably. He smacked my globes hard. “And you’ll howl and wail like a little child.” He struck the lower portion of my buttcheeks and I yelped. There was clapping from an area of the stands.

“See how they want you to cry,” Quinox purred.

“I don’t need a godsdamn commentary, you foreign fatty.”

The dagger smacked my ass firmly and I couldn’t help it, I squealed out loud again. An even harder smack thudded on my buns. “Owwww!” I groaned, jerking my butt away from the dagger. Smack! “Oooh!” I yelped, twisting my body sideways. Smack! “Owweeee!”

Chapter 4

There was a pause, then a heavy weight slammed into my backside – I squeezed my buns tightly together as I shrieked in pain and pitched forward, away from it. It found my butt again, crashing down on my defenceless ass as I yelled out. It crashed into my sit spot, falling on my backside again and again as I wriggled my butt from side to side, shot forwards, flattened myself into Quinox’s lap and raised one side of my bottom. Whatever I did, however I moved, it found me. I tried moving my hips from side to side, tucking my burning ass in, everything I could think of. My vision was getting very blurry and I knew I was on the verge of tears.

“Cry for me, Amon,” the emperor hissed in my ear, “Who’s a mighty queen now?”

The object walloped my rear and I cried out “Owwww!” as my legs kicked and my eyes brimmed with tears. Then it landed with a thump right in the middle of my seat – my tears overflowed and spilled down my cheeks to a cheer from a couple of Quinox’s minions and some of the audience. He smacked my rump again, sending fresh tears trickling down my face as I writhed across his lap. Quinox hauled me back into position and swatted my ass over and over as I bucked and squirmed, weeping and yelping.

“Owww! Ouch!! I’ll give you anything! Oooohh! I’ll give you all the gold you want, just – aaahh! – just stop this!”

“This is what you’re being spanked with. Five months I developed and tested this – look!” An iron or steel paddle was shoved in front of my face. “It causes a lot of pain but with minimal bleeding or tearing of the skin. Isn’t it wonderful?”

He renewed the paddling with fresh ferocity, banging the thing onto my tail as I kicked higher and more wildly than ever, throwing myself from side to side and yelping.

“Aaaghh! Please I’ll give you-owwweeee- anything you want!”

“But all I want-“ Smack! “is to paddle your backside until you cry a lot.” Smack!  Tears flowed freely from my eyes. I tried to stay strong but I couldn’t even think with the paddle making my butt jump every couple of seconds. Quinox kept up a steady rhythm and soon I was wriggling desperately, my legs scissoring up and down. I began to cry openly. I knew I couldn’t take much more of this. I heard voices demanding that I be released instantly, contemptuous laughter, and Quinox’s steady voice above it all, reiterating the terms of the treaty. But I no longer really cared. I just wanted the spanking to stop.

Suddenly, I heard him saying “Only a few more to go, it’s almost over. You’re going to be okay.” I almost didn’t dare believe it. He slammed the paddle down – the smack pushed me over the edge and I started crying in real earnest, intense sobs wracking my whole body as I thrashed around over his lap. His voice was almost gentle as he said “Only a couple more to go. Just stay strong, it’s going to be alright.” He smacked my ass again, and again, and again as I cried but the next smack never fell. Instead he rubbed my tense back muscles and slowly pulled me into an almost sitting position, holding me and trying to calm me down.

“Come on, sshhh, shhh, it’s all over now. It’s all over,” he murmured as he rocked me gently. I struggled to overcome my emotions but he continued to hold me as I grew aware of a commotion in the stands that gradually faded. Two of my enemies were standing at the side of the front row; they must have left their seats to get a better view of me being spanked. Eventually I managed to stop crying and calm myself a bit. When I was reasonably composed, he said “You know, you shouldn’t just blame me for this. I had help from Lazer and Hetmus – I think they were annoyed at their failed invasions of Kemet and well, then you took parts of their countries as colonies…that was most unwise.” He chuckled. “Of course, their help came at a price – this was no collaboration, we all knew they were helping me more than I was helping them. And part of that price was getting to spank you too.”

The two kings standing in the front row must have heard what he said, because one of them – Lazer – raised his hand and nodded at Quinox. I panicked, unable to believe what I was hearing. “But you said it was over!!” I hissed at Quinox.

“I lied,” he shrugged. “If you’d been crying and snivelling like that, you wouldn’t feel ashamed that you are going to be spanked by two more people who are going to thoroughly relish your pain and embarrassment.”

I started to cry. “Please no! You can’t!”

He looked down at me with an expression of pure disgust. “Gods you’re so pathetic.”

Lazer and Hetmus were approaching me now with big grins on their faces. They were straight-haired with paler skin, as both were from what is now the Middle East. I felt my stomach turn over. Quinox twisted me back down over his lap and I closed my eyes. I heard their footsteps scraping over the sand, drawing closer, closer.

“Please, please don’t do this!” I wept, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry! Quinox don’t let them spank me – I don’t want to be spanked, it hurts!”

He snorted. “Don’t be an idiot – am I meant to carry out ten hundred spanks all by myself? Have you never heard of delegation?”

I struggled madly to get off his knee but he had me pinned down. Hands grabbed my ankles and started tying them together, but Quinox ordered the soldier to stop and let the world see how much I squirmed and kicked.

Lazer intoned, “This is for everything you’ve done to piss me off so far. I’m enjoying this.” I heard a crack before a wave of heat flared across my backside. A scream hit the air and I realised it was me screaming, then a second stroke landed and I screamed again. Lazer slashed my butt rapidly, landing each blow before I had a chance to recover from the last one. There were bright flashes of light behind my eyes as I kept them tightly closed. I could feel tears coursing down my face and hear myself shrieking loudly but it all seemed very far off. Lazer was shouting at me as he beat my rear but I couldn’t make out the words. An intense heat was rising back there like he was holding a flame to my flesh. Maybe he was. A rush of something swarmed up my throat and I threw up on the sand. A noise seemed to stop and I realised I’d been hearing the swish and crack of Lazer’s implement all along. I could hear my own heartfelt crying. It sounded loud and desperate in the sudden silence. Then Lazer’s voice cut in, saying something about him thinking that I’d had enough, then thanking Quinox. Footsteps scraped across sand, getting further away. I heard muttering, then someone moved in front of me and lifted my chin. I found myself staring into Hetmus’s narrowed eyes. “You deserve it,” he spat, “This is payback for –“

“I don’t care what it’s for! You can’t do this!” I sobbed. He laughed. “Yes I can! I’m going to beat your ass with this whip, it’s good for close proximity punishment; specially designed for you.” I sobbed hopelessly and he must have struck me with it because a hot line sizzled across my backside and I flailed madly over Quinox’s lap. “Please! Have mercy!” I gasped. Hetmus just laughed, but I could sense the hard fury in his voice as he said “After every scheme of mine you thwarted?? You dare ask me for mercy? I’m giving you a sound thrashing and it’ll do you a lot of good, I bet. At the very least it should teach you –“ the whip lashed my buttocks  and I howled in pain – “not to be so arrogant, and –“ he whacked my tail again – “not to underestimate your enemies.”

I heard laughter and Quinox remarking that this was the most hilarious thing he had seen in his life, ever. Hetmus  striped my rear end ruthlessly and soon had me crying hard, my whole body shaking with heavy sobs. “It hurts too much!” I cried out between sobs, “I can’t take any more!” He vigorously applied each stroke, taking real pleasure in my shrieks and writhing. Then he turned to the crowd and shouted: “Has she had enough punishment?” The arena rang to mixed replies, from death threats to encouragement. Hetmus flogged me even harder, meticulously laying each blow on top of the one before. He paused, then roundly slapped his handprints all over my ass before cruelly squeezing my thoroughly chastised buns. I let out a whimper as he pressed and pinched the tender flesh and he chuckled. “What a little crybaby you are! I expected more from such a great queen.” I blushed with embarrassment and anger but didn’t dare say anything. I thought of my friends and my prime minister, hoping they would get me out of this soon and then I could curl up in my cool bed and go to sleep. Finally Hetmus walked off and I breathed a soft sigh of relief.

A slap landed on my butt as Quinox resumed punishing me. He spanked and spanked until the whole of me went limp and I just laid there and accepted that it was my fate to be spanked. I was exhausted. I was crying hard but I didn’t so much as twitch – I didn’t have the energy to move. I wondered vaguely what number they’d reached now. Suddenly, the spanking stopped and there was a commotion in the stands; I think I heard someone calling out that Quinox couldn’t hurt me without retaliation. Then something red hot was thrust up inside my butt and I shrieked loudly- it was a concentrated, intense pain. The thing twisted around rapidly, over and over then just as quickly was yanked out of me while it turned. I gasped and another thing rammed into me, spiky but cool and wet, rolling over and over as it pushed forwards and carving out my insides (or so it felt) with its tiny spikes. I was screaming and thrashing my head from side to side but the thing inside me swiftly withdrew and I lay motionless, sobbing. It was over so quickly but I felt embarrassed by the whole thing, knowing that Quinox or his minions had violated me. And they’d done it so easily; I hadn’t even put up a fight. A wave of shame washed over me as I realised that everyone must have seen me get defiled by him and I cried even more.

“You’ve been poisoned,” Quinox whispered in my ear, “It’s inside your blood now.” I didn’t understand what he was saying. “How could you do this to me?” I wept, “You raped me! In front of the whole world! And nobody’s ever…I never found anyone kinky enough who wanted to – and it was my first time, it will always be my first time…!” I dissolved into tears and Quinox whispered in my ear again, “There are many blood vessels in our digestive tracts. I burned off the skin inside your colon and then, that second time you felt it, that ripped up the flesh. The poison was on the spikes and as they dug into you, they spread the poison into your blood. Burned flesh absorbs poison easily, you know.”

“So you – you’ve – killed me?” I said, stunned.

“No, not really. Think how bad that would make me look. No, you’ll just feel really bad for a couple of weeks. So you won’t be planning revenge too soon.”

I said, “I hate you so much.”

“I know. And that doesn’t qualify as rape, or I wouldn’t do it.”

He smacked my bottom again before yanking my underwear and skirt back up. The belt scraped harshly over my raw skin and I cried out. Then he was lifting me up and I struggled madly, shrieking curses and twisting and thrashing around as I was carried by his people across the arena. I had no idea what they had in store for me and the deathly silence that had fallen chilled me to the core. I realised that they were carrying me over to the audience and I quivered with fear, wondering if I was going to be beaten even more. They carried me higher and  higher up the stands and I had my eyes tightly closed, willing it to be all a terrible dream and that I’d wake  up in a minute safely in bed. Then, if it was the middle of the night, I could get someone to make me a cup of tea to calm me down and then I’d go back to sleep. Or chocolate-covered strawberries. Or dates. Or maybe if it was dawn, I’d get up, have breakfast and go out on the lake. I felt myself being lowered and I opened my eyes as I was draped unceremoniously over the arm of my throne. It wasn’t too uncomfortable.

“That’s right, my queen,” Quinox announced with unconcealed delight, “I’m going to spank you over your own throne and there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”

I raised my whole upper body in one swift movement but Quinox’s hand pressed down hard on the small of my back, forcing me into the bent-over position with my elbows resting on the seat. I kicked and squirmed violently, shouting swearwords and curses and eventually crying as he raised my skirt, lowered my underwear and bared my bottom for yet more punishment. I turned this way and that, seeking hopelessly for some way out of this humiliating predicament. Finally, I pleaded “please, not like this.” Quinox smacked my bottom hard and I shot forward a bit, squealing in surprise and pain.

“I-I’m sorry,” I wept, “I am really, truly sorry.” He smacked the undercurve of my backside. He was using only his hand but on my already very hot, tender bottom the slaps were agony and after two more, my butt felt like it was radiating heat and I was sniffling and weeping loudly. Quinox paused to survey me, lying there with my naked butt sticking up. “Please,” I whined, “Not in front of my own people.” A volley of firm smacks were vigorously applied to my behind and I wriggled, kicking madly and making a small puddle of tears on the seat. I heard Quinox’s voice from behind me, saying “You deserve this. You brought this on yourself and you will take every bit of it. And if I find that I break your spirit, so much the better. And if I find that doing so means I have to beat your backside black and blue, then so be it. You’ll never dare mess with me again, Tut-Ankh. Not after what I’m about to do to you.”

I had never felt so sorry for myself in my life. I laid there in that most embarrassing position, longing only to escape or hold and cup my throbbing cheeks, but I dared not move, not even to put my fingers back there. The urge to rub, just to soothe the fiery stinging even for a few seconds was so strong but I fought it in case they decided to spank me even more. I knew I couldn’t take another spanking without making a spectacle of myself (again). I was paralysed with fear about what he was going to do. Maybe I was in for more beatings, or something worse. There was no way out, no way around this. I would have to accept the fate that Quinox had decided should be mine. It was this thought that made me break out into fresh crying and Quinox laughed.

His stubby fingers groped at my belt again and I went cold as they touched the sacred flail that hung there. It was only ever used for ceremonial purposes, and nobody except the ruler could touch it – it was holy. Quinox, being foreign, obviously did not believe in its divine magic; he freed it almost reverently from its cords and held it up. “Give it back! You’re not pure enough!” I yelled. He turned his head, taking in all the witnesses, who were craning their heads to watch. I hated them all. I wanted to burn them! Quinox looked at me, face tilted slightly.

“You know what’s coming next, little one?”

I shook my head. Whatever madness his overheated little mind had come up with, I couldn’t imagine, and I wanted away – far away. No-one was restraining me now but I knew I shouldn’t try to move. I winced internally at the image of myself splayed over the throne completely under his power.  The flail smashed into my butt with a sickening thud, I screamed “NO!” and lunged forward, only to be held fast by someone I couldn’t see. Several rapid smacks, without a single pause, landed on exactly the same spot. Then it stopped. For a few moments I didn’t feel anything. Then a slow wave of prickling heat crept over my behind and steadily grew into blazing pain. I clenched my teeth and tried to ride it out, closing my eyes so I wouldn’t have to see his gloating pudgy face. In a few seconds I was whimpering, then crying as the heat seemed to expand and intensify. I cried hard for a few minutes while everyone watched and nobody tried to help me. I felt so miserable knowing that no-one cared about me, after I had given gifts to some of them to cement alliances. I saw the puddle of tears on the seat grow bigger, big, fat tears dropping into it and rippling it. The puddle was wiped off as I was hauled upright and Quinox sat on my throne – fury rose up in me and I punched him hard in his face, he flipped me back over his knee and shoved the flail in my mouth. I spat it out and felt his hand thwack down on the centre of my butt. A hand picked up the flail and pushed it more gently between my teeth. It was thick and very uncomfortable to hold that way. Quinox spanked me for what felt like a very long time, and I didn’t move. I just lay there exhausted, sobbing and groaning. Sometimes I screamed and the flail dropped on the floor. Then it would be handed to Quinox who would roast my buns with it, then stick it back in my mouth. Suddenly the spanking stopped and slowly my breathing returned to normal. My bottom was almost numb but I could still feel someone rubbing it very gently. It felt soothing but also stimulated the pain more as the numbness receded.

“You’ve been very brave, little baby Tut,” Quinox said, and I wanted to kill him right there, “But now you need to pay attention because this is the main event. These are the other deals I made, that were not to my benefit – except the benefit of seeing you get utterly humiliated, of course – and I trust there will be some volunteers. You’ve pissed off a lot of people with your expansionist achievements.” I shook my head and looked at him, my heart pounding. I felt like I was going to be sick again, and my breath came in fits of panting sobs. Quinox rubbed my back and tried to calm me down, probably so he would get more pleasure from seeing me break down. Gradually I found the resolve to force myself to accept this in as courageous and resilient a manner as possible. Quinox called out: “My friends who have called first place in line to spank this naughty girl, come and let your presence be known!”

Four men stood up and advanced towards me. As they drew closer, I realised with a shock that two of them were my own priests! I jumped but was held down as I cringed inside. They all queued up behind me and I began to struggle furiously, using all my strength to push myself away from him. It was no use. The first guy landed a few blows on my butt and I went still, trying to show that I wasn’t frightened or hurt. I felt very warm back there but I thought I’d be okay if I could just concentrate on remaining calm, then everyone would think I was brave. The second guy smacked me hard and fast and I had to grit my teeth to stop the tears from spilling down my face. But when I saw Irety, one of my senior priests/ministers, looking down on me, the humiliation was more than I could bear. There was a contemptuous sneer on his face, like I was nothing. I knew how helpless I must look to him – stretched over Quinox’s lap bare assed and completely at his mercy. Irety pinched my butt and my skin crawled at his touch, I was absolutely mortified that he was seeing my freshly chastised behind and although I wanted so much to stay strong I felt so embarrassed…I would’ve done anything to be anywhere else. He looked directly into my eyes and I could not believe he was betraying me, and for Quinox, that he would really spank me. Irety smacked my left cheek hard and it smarted. I felt a tear roll down the side of my face.

“Traitor!” I hissed at him. He smacked my bum harder.

“Go on, teach her a lesson,” urged Quinox and Irety gave me a harsh spanking. I tried to stay strong but it got to me and it wasn’t long before he had me weeping from embarrassment rather than actual pain. Irety was pitiless; he kept beating my butt until I was squirming and yelping. Quinox seemed to find this really funny – I heard him chortling to himself. I was weaving my head from side to side trying to escape and pleading with Irety to stop, promising him gold, jewels, anything. He did stop eventually, leaving me crying over Quinox’s lap, my bottom burning. My other priest Bethon took over, smacking me even harder (or so it felt), a short but intense flurry of slaps that made me howl in pain. I was way too tired to kick but I was pretty sure everyone in the stands could hear I was getting soundly punished.

Quinox then picked me up and carried me all the way down the steps into the arena. I had my eyes closed so I wouldn’t see them all looking at me but after a bit I opened them very slightly and saw that Quinox’s soldiers and minions were folding into place after him, making the arena impenetrable. My priests, now dressed in the robes of Quinox’s realm, were quickly ushered out of the hall by Quinox’s people and into small roofed chariots, now doubt to start a new life in that country. I prayed that I’d meet them soon. (I truly love revenge). I’d have my revenge someday, I told myself consolingly, and I’d be fair; I’d give them a couple hundred cubits’ head-start before I went hunting…

A bench/couch thing was waiting in the arena and Quinox sat on it, pulling me over his lap as I resisted him. All my enemies queued up and they all gave me a smack or two each on my bared butt. It was sore enough to keep me crying. Then I saw my friend Juke in the front of the line. He was a prince from another kingdom and had mocked Quinox a lot and force-fed him when he was tied to the throne a while back. Juke gave me a very gentle pat on the bum, then as one of his people distracted Quinox, he stroked my hair and rubbed my tense back muscles. Another of his people held a waterskin to my mouth and I drank it, it tasted bitter but it calmed me and Juke whispered to me that it would stop the pain a bit.  He relayed a message from the prime minister that they would rescue me by sending in the army and firing upon Quinox if necessary. He would be vastly outnumbered and forced to let me go.

“Just hang on in there,” he whispered, “You’ve been really brave and you’re going to be alright, I know you can do it.” I felt him rubbing a cooling liquid into my butt and the fiery tingle died down. It felt so nice to be cared about. Juke looked into my face intently as if searching for something there. He put his palm against my forehead and said I was burning up just as Ay had told him I would. The man who’d given me the drink took a cloth and mopped all the tears and snot off my face, holding it to my eyes as more tears spilled over, whether of gratitude or emotion I wasn’t sure.

Juke was stroking my hair. “Ay says: watch out for Zannanzah, he’s preparing to come down. They’ll try and get you out before then but it’s unlikely they’ll manage it…you’ve done really well. But you’ll have a hard time if Zannanzah gets you, the word is he’s taking revenge for his father.”

I turned cold. Then a prickly heatwave washed over me. Zannanzah was from a rival Middle Eastern kingdom, a very ancient enemy of Kemet. His father was King Supilumah, who I called The Snake. Snake had been very cruel to me after the coup and as a result I’d tried to kill him with a knife; in more recent times he had gone to war against us and lost and had given us some colonies in exchange for peace. Not two months ago I’d taken bits of his empire by force. The only thing we could agree on was a shared hate of Quinox, but I had a feeling that today Snake and Quinox would collaborate a lot. Juke shhhed me as I began to cry, and Quinox told him to move along because other people wanted to spank me. Juke slapped his face hard. Quinox froze; he looked shocked. The audience clapped.

I had to catch my breath as the tall figure of Zannanzah entered the ring, flanked by a couple of people from his kingdom. I realised that Snake and Zannanzah must have witnessed my entire humiliation and I felt my face burn. Some random person smacked me three times on the middle of my butt, but Juke’s potion was working and the smacks drew a few tears but didn’t hurt too badly. Juke and his people sauntered off as my bum was smacked by someone else. I just closed my eyes and moaned softly as the disjointed spanks thudded on my defenceless behind. A slow fire started building back there. I snatched my hand out of the minion’s grip and squeezed my butt for a wonderful few seconds before my arm was twisted over my back. The fire grew into a mass of hot pricking all over my bum and I bucked and wailed as it became even hotter. “Stop it, please! I’m really, really sorry!” I pleaded, “I’ll do ANYTHING!” But it went on and on relentlessly, no rhythm, no respite, just a very long hard spanking.  Suddenly it all stopped.

“Do you want it to stop?” Quinox asked. I knew it wasn’t over. Zannanzah was near me, and his punishment would be terrible. I pointed over in his direction.

“You don’t want him to spank you?”

I shook my head.

“You’ve had enough? And you are sincerely sorry?” I nodded miserably, barely able to stifle the sobs. Quinox placed a pre-written clay tablet in front of my face. “Then give me back the colony of Lanean,” he said.

“Never,” I retorted. I was crying as I replied but he got the gist. The iron paddle slammed onto my bottom, once, twice, many more times until the blazing heat and pulsing was overwhelming. I was shaking violently when he stopped. I could hear myself bawling like a baby but felt oddly distanced from it.

“Now will you sign?”

I shook my head. I’d never hated him more than at this moment. This time, he passed me to Zannanzah. Zannanzah had a hard time keeping me still, because I was writhing so much, but he managed to get me in a position where my head was down. One of my hands was clasped on my butt but Zannanzah prised it off, finger by finger. He didn’t say anything. Although I knew it was useless, I tried to appeal to his better nature. “Please don’t…it’s really sore… I’ll make it up to you,” I sobbed half-heartedly, knowing he wouldn’t care.

“Stop your whining,” he said disdainfully, rasping something against my butt. “Anyway, you needn’t think you’ll get off so lightly. Daddy has a little surprise for you.”

“Snake?” I gasped, panic setting in. “Here?”

“’Course. Anyway, this” – he showed me a looped belt- “Will warm you up a bit first. I bet you can’t sit for a week!” he sniggered. The belt whacked my tail and I screamed over and over each time it hit me until the screams melted into one. When he stopped I was lying limply over his knee, waterfalls of tears pouring down my face and wetting the sand beneath me. Then he broke a jar of oil over my bottom. Intense heat flared over my cheeks and as I turned to look, I saw fire! I screamed in fear and tried to escape but a cascade of sand put out the flames instantly and Zannanzah gave me a grin, albeit an evil one. He was holding a waterskin above me; damp lumps of sand were dropping from it. I was shivering from the shock as Snake’s face loomed above me, twisted in an expression of pure cold anger, and I was dragged over his lap. He held up a glove that had jagged bits of metal and brass studs sewn into it. He wriggled the glove onto his fingers and I felt very frightened, after all Snake was very tall and broad, taller even than Zannanzah; he probably had a lot of strentgh. He smacked me. Stinging heat erupted in my sit spot, then all over my backside as Snake landed each spank. The blazing grew into an inferno, a pain raging across my buns. I couldn’t even tell when one spank ended and another began. I bawled and bawled until I had no tears left, all I could do was shriek and heave dry sobs. I screamed “Mama! Baba!” like a little kid, wishing someone would make it stop and then hold me tight. The stinging and throbbing in my seat was gathered into one long pulsing ache and I felt dizzy…there were flashes of light going off. Snake threw me to the floor but the fire in my butt didn’t change. My hands flew to hold my bum but I was spanked more and I closed my eyes…

When I opened them, I knew I must have fainted. My bottom was still ablaze. I was lying facedown on the couch with my hands tied. Quinox held a bowl of water to my lips and told me to drink it because I was obviously dehydrated. I shook my head, in case it was poison or something. He drank some and offered it again, and it tasted deliciously cold as I drank it. He cut the ties and looked down at me sympathetically. “You can go ahead and rub if you want. You’ve been through a lot.” I cried with gratitude as I kneaded and squeezed my ass. With a start I realised that after drinking the water, I could cry again. Quinox stroked my hair for a while as I held my cheeks. It felt oddly comforting. I could feel the stress leaving my body.

“I know you hate me, with good reason,” he sighed, “And, well, I guess I was too brutal with all the…with everything that happened here today, and well, for what it’s worth, I’m sorry.” One of his priests gave me a bowl of green stuff. “It’ll help you heal faster,” Quinox said, but feeling slightly paranoid after everything I’d endured, I hesitated and he drank from the bowl to show me it wasn’t poison. I drank it slowly, still feeling shivery and hot from the spanking. Quinox was silent and I wondered what he was thinking. My whole body was tired but I felt calmer and kind of wanted to go to bed and sleep for a long time. Quinox coughed into a cloth and I looked at him.

“You’re sleepy, poor little thing,” he said, slightly mockingly, but there was a tenderness in his voice. He patted me on the back. “Now drink up and then I think your prime minister wants to give you a tiny cuddle…because you’re tiny and a normal-sized cuddle wouldn’t fit.” I ignored this. He was always making comments about me being a little baby and/or being cute because I was so little. Quinox lifted my skirt and touched my butt very lightly, brushing his fingertips along the curve. It still hurt though. “It’s so bright and colourful!” he exclaimed delightedly, “This bit’s as red as a strawberry but where you sit is all purple…and look at all the pretty hues, you’ve got lilac and lavender shading to violet, and indigo, and on all the reddened bits it goes crimson, scarlet, cherry, and you can even pick out all the welts and bumps- I think it looks lovely, it’s a great artistic effect. It totally works as an aesthetic.”

Listening to him making a joke out of the whole thing really hurt me. I was too worn out to feel really angry though. “I reckon I can get it all purple, though,” he added as he thumped the paddle onto my swollen rear. I let out a wail of anguish and he whacked me right on my sit spot. “Mum! Dad!” I yelled, which was pretty stupid because they were both dead. The paddle walloped me again and I .broke down and burst out crying, bawling as Quinox thrashed me over and over, giggling madly as he tried out different distances, angles of his arm and angles of the paddle. He was hopping from one foot to the other and quivering with paroxysms of ecstasy at having me suffer under his hands.


“Beg me,” he said coldly.


He struck the undercurve of my butt.

“Say, ‘I beg you’.”  He smacked me four times in quick succession.

“I…I b-beg you,” I sobbed.

“Louder. For all the world to hear, Daughter of the Sun.”

“I beg you!” The paddling stopped abruptly.

“Very well then, I suppose this episode is at an end,” he sighed. Zannanzah came stalking over, trailing a horsewhip along the sand. I felt an instant terror. I tried to get off the couch and run but my behind was too sore for me to move and all I could do was lay there. “Q-Quinox stop him!” I pleaded, holding on to his robes, which he seemed to find amusing. “Don’t let him do it!! Please, you musn’t…” as I dissolved into tears, Quinox sighed deeply and said “You did what I asked so I can no longer discipline your cheeky butt. So Zannanzah will have to do it. By the way, the green-coloured medicine you drank was the same poison I put inside you, with some plant extracts that stop the body’s natural healing process for a while, I spat it out when I pretended to cough…so Ay and the other priests can try to heal you all they want but you’ll still be a very sorry baby Pharoah.” And he laughed.  Fury gave me strength and I jumped at him – Zannanza leapt between us, upended me on the couch and Quinox pulled my legs back from behind my head. Zannanza spanked me in the diaper position, the pain was unbearable and I cried and bawled helplessly, unable to even wriggle because my legs were held. Zannanza stopped, and Quinox let my legs go. They pulled me forwards until I was bent over the arm of the couch. Zannanzah drew back his arm, let the whip fly and grinned as I shrieked. The sting travelled all through the earlier weals. He flicked his wrist and a prickle buzzed in my bum before swelling into a burning tingle over my entire backside. “Rhemasphut! Nefertiti! Help me!” I wailed and I saw Nefertiti crying in the stands and watching me. He was standing right in front, he must have left his seat. Zannanzah whipped me for a long time and afterwards Quinox took it and applied it far more competently than Zannanzah; he was after all the world expert on these things because it was his hobby. Quinox had turned torture into a fine art and had a huge palace complex and university completely devoted to the study of torture and dissemination of best practices…(or should that be worst practices?) He’d also written several texts on the subject and experimented daily with his priest-scientists in his ‘laboratory’. (The upshot of this was that thousands of his citizens per day tried to run over the border into Kemet, which created a lot of work for the border patrol. Some actually made it and as I hadn’t the heart to deport them back, I’d changed the laws to make it very easy for them to stay. Quinox didn’t like this change in our laws because he feared underpopulation of his country as a result – it was a major reason why he hated me so much. And he could not be convinced that a less zealous pursuit of knowledge of his chosen subject would eliminate the problem.)

So unsurprisingly when he finally stopped, I was the picture of misery, kneeling on the couch over the arm, my hair, drenched with tears, hanging half over my face. I fumbled at my neck and took off my heavy gold necklace; it was actually more of a collar.

“I-I’ll give y-you this. If you let m-me go.”

“No. As soon as my arm is rested, I’ll beat you till your backside is purple.”

“I’ll g-give you ANYTHING!!”

He smiled like a snake. “Then give Lanean back to me. Just sign the document and I will stop. I promise.”

I nodded. His priest put the tablet in front of me and handed me a stylus; my hand was shaking so badly I could barely sign but Quinox didn’t seem bothered by this; in fact, he reminded me of the many witnesses to the transfer of the colony. Clapping issued from one area of the stands as I wrecked the clay with my stylus; I was crying as I signed. I felt sorry for the Laneans, having to adjust to new regimes all the time. But at least I would escape another punishment.

“Okay,” said Quinox, rubbing his hands together with glee as his soldiers fitted ropes around my wrists and ankles, “It’s time to put you in the spanking machine.”


“I lied.”

“But-but I…I don’t want you to-to…”

“Yes we could all listen to another babbling whinge about why you’re shirking your accountability, but we have a lot to get through and –“

I sank to the floor with my head in my hands; the soldiers relaxed the ropes to allow me to do this. I couldn’t believe I’d been so stupid, or that Quinox had developed an actual spanking machine that he was about to use on me. I felt so panicked!

“…so really the question becomes: will you be mature and accept your punishment and the consequences of your actions?”

I lay down in the sand and cried. After a bit I raised my head, looked directly up at him and said: “So this is how you rationalise it when you’re ripping your own innocent citizens into bits?”

His voice was dangerously low. “Naïve girl. Is there a government in the world that doesn’t rule by fear? And anyway I don’t often rip people to bits, it makes such a mess on my nice mosaic floors.”

His soldiers dragged me across the sand, then jerked the ropes and forced me to stand. I refused to walk but with some encouragement from the whip, I was persuaded to walk to the machine. It was a tall A-frame wooden structure; wooden wheels were being held in place by soldiers pushing blocks in front of them. The last block was pushed into place and they stood back. Two horses were standing nearby, freshly unhitched from the machine. It must have been waiting outside my palace and just been brought in. It actually looked like a modified torture machine to me (Quinox had given me a tour of his laboratory and interrogation rooms the year before, when I visited his country, under the misapprehension that such a tour would be amusing to me as it was to himself.) But here, looking up at the spanking machine, I was filled with terror even more. Then I noticed the hieroglyphs carved on the top bar: Ra-ta. I trembled, because in my language the most important hieroglyph comes first in writing but not in speech; so the name was actually Ta-Ra – the closest approximation to my unwritable birth name, Tari. This meant that Quinox recognised me as the slave who’d won over him in the Dance of Lions. He must have known all this time! He was looking sidelong at me now, smirking all over his chubby face!

The soldiers bound the ropes to hooks in the machine so that I was standing up. “This is for taking my colonies,” Quinox declared, looking around at the audience. I was shaking with fear. Quinox stood on the side of the machine and pressed a lever – a stick whacked me and I screamed for Nefertiti – he did it again; then he pushed the lever as low as it would go and the cane cracked me a terrific blow that blossomed into an excruciating pain over my well punished bottom. “I’m SORRY!” I yelled but his expression didn’t change. His eyes were bright with mirth. Then he moved a slider in the side of the machine and locked it with a large wooden pin and the next stroke caught me on my sit spot and I thrashed around, making the machine move slightly. Now he pushed the lever shallowly and quickly several times, and a series of sharp swats peppered my blazing butt. It felt like an inferno was being lit there. One of Quinox’s people walked over to him and whispered in his ear, holding out a clay tablet. Quinox looked at me triumphantly.

“Well, we have reached 999,”he beamed, “Such a pity for you that I’ve lost count now.” And he made a fist and scrubbed out the marks on the clay with his rings. I shouted incoherently at him, throwing myself from side to side in an effort to break free.  Quinox moved a beam into a vertical position and I was slammed onto the cloth floor of the machine; wooden handles were turned round and the ropes wound themselves around the poles attached to the handles, slowly pulling my legs apart.

“This is for declaring war on me three years ago.” A foot-wide mallet dropped onto my behind and I screamed; someone shoved a bowl under my face to catch my tears. The mallet descended nine more times and I filled the bowl half way with my hot tears. I was crying for Amon-Ra to protect me or destroy Quinox, or let my people rescue me. I couldn’t even feel the individual spanks any more, just a raging fire; a kind of burning numbness.

Suddenly I was lifted up and swung backward so that I was dangling upside-down by my arms and legs. “This is for not letting me go to the toilet when you tied me to your throne for four days!” Quinox yelled. I saw a wooden hand get closer and closer to me until it swiped past my butt; after an adjustment it came zooming back and a smacking sound reverberated; my bum didn’t feel any different – just the same sensation that my bottom was as on fire as it had been when Zannanzah had set me on fire. Then the hand-shape was replaced by a few leather straps all clumped together at the base and I heard his voice pronouncing “And this is for writing and directing a play about me being tied to your throne and performing it in front of other heads of state.” The burning intensified and I heard a slapping sound as it hit me. “Do you regret it now?” he taunted. I shook my head. His face twisted into a scowl and I heard the slap again, again, and a fourth time. “What about now?” I shook my head furiously. I didn’t care what he did; I wouldn’t give him any more satisfaction. Three loud cracks hit the air.

“I thought I had broken you. You said you were sorry.”

I glared at him as contemptuously as I could manage, sobbing hysterically as the cracking noise beat out a staccato.

“But you only said  that so I would let you go. To manipulate me for your own devices. To trick me, Tari. To use me.” His eyes were on mine. The heat was rising – or prickling, I couldn’t tell which.

“You disappoint me,” he added softly.

My gaze bored into him, trying to communicate without words: I’m strong. I’m not like you. I will fight to the very end. I might say what you want you hear but inside I will never submit!

I was pulled into the upright position and the ropes cut off me; they swayed like snakes onto the sand. I fell over, curling up into a ball, tugging my clothes back over me. The cloth scraped over my raw skin. Hands pulled at me and I closed my eyes. I felt myself being carried; then I was dumped down and my eyes flew open – once again I was over Quinox’s knee on the couch. To my horror, his father Hiram was sitting next to him. He wrapped his fingers around strands of my hair as Quinox smacked me with his hand.

“Remember, she deserves to be punished. Don’t go so easy on her,” he admonished. The slaps became rapid. Hiram lifted my chin and looked deep into my face, searching for something there. “You’re not sorry,” he said at last. “And this was partly my idea. You shouldn’t have done those things, child. You only have yourself to blame.” As he yanked me roughly over his lap, he hissed “This is for tying my son to the throne!” and energetically pounded my scorching butt with an imported hairbrush for straight-haired people (not the afro-picks we used in Kemet or Quinox’s land.) I was beyond crying and just lay there limply. The brush felt harder, covering only a small area of my bottom at a time, and it was light; this meant that Hiram could paddle me recklessly, landing many smacks in a matter of seconds.

“Your butt looks like a raspberry,” he snickered. He set the brush on the couch and pinched my butt.  I was passed to Quinox who pelted me with the iron paddle. Suddenly a loud, carrying voice called “We have you surrounded. Release our pharaoh or we will open fire.” It sounded like the army chief Hora’s voice through a megaphone. Some of Quinox’s minions broke ranks and my army forced their way through, pointing arrows at Quinox’s heart. I quivered with relief! Amon-Ra had answered- I would be free! Quinox raised the paddle threateningly. “Retreat, or I’ll beat her harder!”

I was absolutely mortified, being held hostage over his knee like this. Quinox smacked me five times and I bawled uncontrollably He smashed it down with such force that I felt it through the blaze and screeched in pain. My soldiers hesitated. Quinox did it again and I wailed loudly. Then a bucket was set down near him and he placed the paddle inside and withdrew it. It was red-hot. I heard gasps. An arrow whizzed over our heads.

“That was a warning shot,” Hora’s voice boomed. Quinox pressed the paddle firmly against my butt and…I felt a sizzling agony, it was unbearable, intensifying every moment the paddle wasn’t taken away. Finally he removed it and I realised I was hearing myself bawling and shrieking. Hora yelled “TAKE HIM NOW!” and a smack after smack descended on my backside, every one red-hot.

“Tell them to retreat and I’ll stop!” Quinox told me, and I made the hand signal for retreat. The army went back several paces. Quinox stopped spanking me. Another arrow arched past his ear.

“Hora, listen to me,” Quinox said loudly, “If the army does not get outside the arena within thirty seconds I’ll give your precious pharaoh another dose of the hot paddle and this time, I won’t take it off her until you get out of the arena.”

“And if you do not release her, the next shot will end your life,” Hora said coolly.

Fingers ripped at my hair, tearing the gold clasps and ornaments from the braids; some of them tumbled in a mass around my face. A bronze knife slashed off one of the braids at the side of my face. I gasped. “Stay still, or I’ll cut all of your hair short,” the emperor snarled. I felt a sharp jolt of pain as he stabbed the knife into my butt and started painstakingly etching his name, in cuneiform, into my flesh. The insistent scratching of the knife was so different to the jarring heat of the paddle. Every slice and puncture was a fresh torment and I hissed in pain no matter how hard I tried to keep silent.

“You know, I don’t think this is going to last,” he mused. “I’m going to brand you instead, that’ll last as long as you live. You hear that, Hora?” he added loudly.

A hail of arrows thudded into the sand in a circle around me and Quinox. Sand flew up in all directions, a gold veil obscuring the stands. When it fell back, a soldier pushed an iron bar into the hot bucket for a minute and withdrew it; it glowed red instead of black. I realised it must be much hotter than the paddle to be glowing like that. The rod had a patterned grid at the end of it that glowed even brighter. The soldier carefully passed it to the emperor; his stubby fingers clutched on it.

I signalled to Hora to shoot to kill. Another flurry of arrows soared towards us; every one buried itself in Quinox’s flesh. He groaned, and I looked up at him, pushing myself off his knee. I was grabbed from behind as Quinox began pulling the shafts out of his robes and disentangling the arrowheads from the cloth. He must be wearing armour beneath his robe, I thought, as the smug expression resettled on his features. He stretched out an arm lazily, caught me and flung me back on his lap. He held the branding iron over my backside. “Could you read it, baby?” he jeered. I was too exhausted to respond. “It says ‘property of Quinox’!” he exclaimed delightedly, then, to Hora: “Well, what’s it to be? Get out of the arena or I’ll do it.”

“Retreat,” said Hora’s magnified voice, sounding furious.

Quinox threw the branding iron onto the sand and resumed pelting me with the paddle; it felt more like a constant aching than burning now. “If the army does not retreat to outside this building I’ll give her ten more.”

“Do as he says,” Hora ordered and I cried bitterly as I watched my last hope of salvation disappear. As the army trickled swiftly away, Quinox paddled my extremely hot butt and there was nothing I could do about it. I hated him for making me helpless. The aching in my butt was dull now, but persistent- it seemed to grow until it was unbearable. Gradually I realised that the spanking had stopped. My bum was still on fire but the swishing and smacking noise was gone. Quinox pulled me into a sitting position and looked into my eyes, smiling. “I taught you a lesson you’ll never forget. You’re free to go now.” Quinox threw me onto the sand – I landed heavily and rolled onto my tummy. Quinox stood up, and his soldiers and priests filed out of the arena. Hardly able to believe it was over, I lay in the sand crying with my face on my arms. I couldn’t even feel relieved that he’d let me go because it felt so sore and my butt felt like it was broken. I covered my face with my hands. The dull ache was lifting, leaving a prickly fire in my butt. I felt crushed, completely defeated. I’d never been so humiliated in my life. I shut my eyes against the staring faces all around and above me.

“Come on, it’s all over,” a voice said gently. Nefertiti knelt beside me and his long arms were around me, pulling me close. He held me tight.

“You did well. You were wonderful, don’t feel bad about Lanean, we’ll get it back.” He rocked me, telling me how brave I was.

“I’m sorry,” I said, after a while.

“For what?” he exclaimed, “There’s nothing you could have done. He had the legal right, and you were surrounded. It was better to acquiesce nobly than have them chase you all over the arena and then drag you over his knee by force.”

He pulled me up so my head was on his shoulder, running his fingers through the soaked tangles of hair and dislodging little clumps of sand.

“Don’t,” I muttered, “I don’t deserve you to hold me.”

“You were so brave, I’m so proud of you. Don’t say that.”

“No I wasn’t,” I said, with real anguish, “I cried and I begged him to stop.”

Rhemasphut and Hora draped an opaque orange cloth around my shoulders. They cuddled me too, but I was inconsolable, I wanted revenge, and to kill Zannanzah.

“Get up, darling,” Nefertiti urged. I shook my head; I was exhausted and would have gladly stayed in his arms or lying in the sand forever.

“They are watching you,” Rhemasphut said seriously, as I wiped my face with the back of my hand. My necklace was missing; where had Quinox stowed it? Nefertiti tried to help me up but I wouldn’t move.

“It hurts too bad,” I whined.

“Look, I understand if you can’t do this, but just hear me out,” said Rhemasphut all in one breath.

“You’ve been so brave already, darling. Just one more act,” Nefertiti pleaded, “It would repair your image. We want you to go back up and watch the rest of the Dance of Lions. Then everyone will leave and go into the other hall for the rest of the shows – we moved everything a few minutes ago. So then you could go to your rooms. Just think about it, please.”

“No,” I said flatly. I couldn’t imagine anything more horrifying than actually sitting down especially now that the numbness was being prickled away.

“Well…it would annoy Quinox,” said Nefertiti casually.

“You’re just trying to persuade me. But go on…”

“It would save face for Kemet.”

I had to walk the gauntlet of humiliation up to the throne, with all those faces looking at me or pretending not to, but I kept my gaze straight ahead and my facial expression impassive. It was so difficult to keep it together, when one half of me wanted to break down and the other half wanted to scratch their eyes out for watching me get spanked and laughing at me. My peripheral vision picked up faces turning ever so slightly towards me, especially as I passed them. Some were sympathetic or even respectful, but I knew there were eyes on me that had thoroughly relished my ordeal. I don’t think I could have done it without Rhemasphut and Hora walking behind me. There seemed no end to the staring faces – tier upon tier of them, from every corner of the world, including my own subordinates who’d just seen me being spanked like a little girl, bare over my archenemy’s lap. They would have had a great view, too.  My legs were wobbly and it was hard to force myself to keep walking up the stands…the journey seemed endless. A wave of dizziness struck me and I had to stop, blinking hard to hold back the tears. I felt Hora squeeze my hand, rubbing the small of my back where the muscles were still tensed up in fear of Quinox’s hand.

“Almost there,” Rhemasphut whispered. I made my feet move again and they did not stop until they touched the top step, a wide plinth on which the throne was set, with narrow steps leading off on the side. Ay was standing there, looking anxious. The two gold lions that guarded me as combined chair supports and armrests looked the same as always, as if I had not so recently been spanked over their glowing backs. Sitting down didn’t hurt as much as I thought it would, especially with the cushion they’d placed there and Hora passed me a painkiller drink Ay had somehow mixed up on the spot. It was still uncomfortable though. I spent the rest of the game with my head propped up on my right hand, weeping silently, but luckily nobody noticed because I was sitting at the back. Hora and Rhemasphut did, though, and they tried to comfort me.

Later, in my chambers, Nefertiti  removed all my jewellery and fine clothes and washed all the gritty sand off my skin in the pool; the water was so cool on my behind and I stayed in the pool for a while, just savouring it. Then he put me to bed lying on my tummy. My butt was swollen and he couldn’t get my skirt off so he just cut it off with a knife and gently probed my behind with his fingertips; I turned my head round to have a look but Nefertiti told me not to look at it. Then he rubbed some kind of lotion into my bum and wrapped me in a very soft blanket. The concubines were called in and they took my hair out of the style that had taken hours to achieve, and plaited it so it would be easy to manage. I felt so sad when they did it because it was meant to be my special day and I was meant to have worn the style for hours; only two hours  had elapsed since the start of the Dance of Lions. They must have known I was feeling hot because they kept fanning me. I was ill because of the poison but Ay found an antidote; however he said it’d be weeks before I was healed completely. I felt I’d been a coward, begging Quinox to stop and crying, and was very ashamed of myself.


I received compensation from everyone who’d spanked me except Snake and Zannanza, but including Quinox. I didn’t want to accept any of it but my ministers advised me to. Refusing it would satisfy me personally but would not do Kemet any good. Sometimes, Ay said, the greater good has to come before personal feeling or personal dignity. Otherwise you end up like Quinox. Lanean remained in our possession as Quinox knew the Council of States would not accept my signature as binding since it was made under duress; he did not try to take Lanean. We did not transfer it as we knew my promise-keeping reputation would not be affected by reneging on such a contract. I got Nefertiti to write to Snake pretending I was dead and asking for Zannanzah to be his groom; he’d always had a crush on him. As soon as he arrived I murdered him, but honoured his wish to be buried in Kemet; then we invaded Snake’s country and it became a part of our empire. We killed Snake. I took revenge on Hetmus through sanctions and treaties with other nations that were bad for his country. Quinox was too powerful so it was hard to take revenge on him or the two priests, but we are working on it.

It has been 4 months since the spanking took place. I can honestly say I’m glad it did – all the priests respect me much more now because they see me as brave and dedicated to Kemet, because apparently I displayed this during the spanking. The revenge we took because of it showed the world how far we’d come better than any show we could have put on on my birthday. I decided to own what happened and treat it as a kind of sacrifice I’d endured for Kemet; something to be proud of instead of embarrassed about. In fact I think being spanked on birthdays will become a tradition, since Hora, Rhemasphut and Nefertiti’s birthdays fell in the last 4 months and they requested to be spanked publicly to honour what I had endured which they were not able to share. Ay says if I keep expanding the empire at this rate, we will rule half the world and this Kemetian tradition will become a worldwide one! But the greatest reward is knowing that if I can endure the pain and humiliation Quinox put me through, and look all my enemies in the face after they saw me get spanked, then I can do absolutely anything.


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