"Urgh... What--- Where am I... What's going on? Help!"
Princess Alexandria awoke slowly to find that she had been blindfolded. When she tried to remove the thick cloth wrapped securely around her eyes, she realized that her arms, and legs likewise, were tied down. She struggled spread-eagled and face-down on what she decided must be a bed. To her horror, when a cool breeze blew by, she realized she was naked. After intensifying her attempts to escape all to no avail, Alexandria calmed down and tried to take stock of the situation. By the feel of the sheets... silk, she reckoned, the bed must belong to some noble or perchance a wealthy merchant. It certainly wasn't the bed she shared with her husband... their quarters had always had a distinct scent, owing to their close proximity to the sea. To Alexandria's dismay she could not pick up on the breeze any sign of the sea-air that she had become accustomed to. Instead the fragrance of scented candles floated her way. It must be night, she thought.
"Is anyone there? Hello..."
Half-afraid someone would reply and find her in this pernicious position, her voice trailed off. Could this all be some prank of her husband's; they'd been married now for over six months and she had found that his sense of humour was different from her own in many ways. He had a penchant for placing her in potentially humiliating situations, where her modesty would often come out frayed and not a little battered. He also had something of a fetish for seeing her tied up and she had spent many a night restrained to the headboard of their bed, while he took his time with her; enjoying the feeling of helplessness it caused her, or so she had thought at the time, as she had half-heartedly tried to wrest free from his clutches.
There was no reply to her cries and her efforts to untie herself were proving futile. Whoever had put her in this position knew a thing or two about knots. The ropes were wrapped under the bed and somehow fastened there, so that it was impossible for her to move much in either direction. She could turn from side to side and lift her ass slightly off the sheets, but apart from that she was truly bound and caught up in whatever her tormentor has devised.
How on earth had she ended up here, Alexandria wondered? The last thing she remembered was preparing herself for her afternoon stroll in the gardens. She had just had tea and was subsequently preening herself in front of the grand hall mirror... She had stepped back to admire herself... Walked neatly to the doors that lead to the rear entrance of the castle... Nodded to the footman... Then... Then nothing! The sunshine, the terrace, the lily's that were in at this time of year and which she had made a priority to have in the gardens? Nothing came to mind. Where had her memories gone?
Suddenly she heard a creaking, like that of a door opening. She turned her head towards the direction of the sound; a pointless gesture, considering her blinded state, but one she nevertheless performed. For a moment there was silence. Then one after the other, footsteps - heavy footsteps, probably made by someone wearing boots, coming towards the bedside.
"Who are you? Let me go! I have money... You have no right to treat me like this.
Whoever had entered the room did not reply. Alexandria felt uncomfortable, whoever it was, was without a doubt surely looking at her naked body. She felt the eyes, or so she believed, of her captor moving down over her body. Her breasts were hidden, but the way she had been spread and fixed upon the bed left little else to the imagination. She felt the intruder, who still hadn't spoken a word, sit on the bed. Doing her best to move in the opposite direction Alexandria squirmed against her bonds, but with an almost casual like propensity, her assailant grabbed her calf and tugged her back to within arm-reach. It was most certainly a man's hand. And though Alexandria had no reason to think it would have been any other gender, she was still holding out to the possibility of some maid or servant-girl accidently stumbling into the room and rescuing her. The hand by now had moved up her calf to her thigh and was tenderly stroking it, as one might the arm of an expensive recliner one had an eye on purchasing. The hand crept up further, resting on her upturned bottom for a moment. She felt him adjust himself on the bed and the hand snaked up her back, nails lightly brushing her spine, until they reached the nape of her neck and he began to stroke her hair.
"Please stop... Help! Someone! I'm being attacked!"
Trying to call for help only made him gently hush her as he continued to run his hands through the tresses of her hair. But obviously as his hands wandered elsewhere and her screams and entries for assistance went on abated, he tired of the racket she was producing. He left the bedside for a brief moment and came back to sit at the head of the bed. In the middle of an outcry, Alexandria recoiled as he stuffed a gag into her mouth.
"There you go, princess. Fits nice and snug." He said, as he secured the gag with straps that ran behind her head. "Now nobody would be able to recognise you. Imagine, the princess, of Corrongate no less, stripped naked, tied and gagged, like some oriental concubine." He smacked her ass and she moaned into the gag.
"You like that don't you? All of this has turned you on hasn't it? Being abducted on your front doorstep; naked in front of a stranger; pawed over by him... For all your airs, you ain't much different from the wenches I bring in from the village. But I've got something for you. I'm sure you'll love it, princess."
With that he went away, leaving Alexandria bound and helpless. Going through her head was the molestation she had been witness to, her future in his hands, and the burning question: who, after all, is he? For she was unable to identify his voice.
Soon he was back and the answer to her first query was resolved. The distinctive sound of a cane cutting into the air carried to her ears. She couldn't believe that he was going to use a cane on her. Who did he think he was? Flashbacks of her first night with her husband, all those months ago, leapt to Alexandria's mind. How he had been about to whip her, but decided not to in the end. It looked like she was going to find out what she had missed now. Feeling the cane lightly touch her bottom, she shied instinctively away from it, but there was nowhere for her to go. She had escaped its kiss before by being as submissive and docile as possible to her husband, but there was no way she could bargain with her captor in her current position. Rubbing the cane back and forth across her ass, he murmured:
"There, there, it's about time someone took you in hand... though by the looks of things, this is not the first time you've had something laid across those rosy cheeks. Did my little princess misbehave in her big castle? Was she punished severely? And I was so hoping I would be the first man to whip you."
With that he brought his arm up and with a crack brought it down again.
"Owwwww," she screamed, her voice muffled by the gag, her legs straining at their restraints.
