When Psyche told Free about the identity of her mystery man, Free was lit up with envy. She had tried to find Cupid herself and convince him to bed her instead, but this led to her immediate banishment to tortures in the underworld. The kingdom did not find out what happened to her, but her husband was in disarray, demanding for Psyche's hand in marriage instead.
As Psyche's marriage was being discussed, she climbed over the walls of the kingdom and decided on what she needed to do.
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She kneeled on the ground with her head down. "Please Goddess Venus, I ask for your blessings as I have fallen in love with you son."
Venus smiled to herself. Despite her son's failed mission, she somehow found this to be better. The princess was on her knees begging for her approval. So vulnerable. "Very well." Psyche looked up at her in happiness, giving her a grateful smile until Venus continued. "However, I first need to punish you and then see if you are fit for my son."
Psyche hesitated, but she nodded. "I'll do whatever it takes," she spoke confidently.
"Stand up and lay over my lap," Venus demanded. Psyche looked at her with wide eyes before walking over to Venus. Venus envied how beautiful her eyes had looked even when they held fear. As Psyche laid over her lap, she laughed at how weak the princess looked. "I will spank you ten times and with every strike I expect you to respond with 'thank you, my Goddess.' Do you understand?"
"Yes, my Goddess," Psyche replied with a dry throat.
Venus laughed menacingly. "I cannot spank a bottom that is covered with cloth. Pull up the dress." Psyched slowly pulled up the dress, putting aside her pride. "The panties must go as well. Don't act so shy. As if you haven't seduced my son by stripping your clothes." Venus smiled as she heard the girl choke on her tears.
With every spank, the girl's rear grew redder and sorer. On the eighth spank, Cupid had walked in to see what was happening. As he looked at Psyche, helpless and crying, he had the instant urge to comfort her, but seeing her on his mother's lap stopped him.
"Cupid, I almost didn't see you there," his mother spoke. Psyche looked up at him and then looked down humiliated. "I'm almost done here. You remember Psyche, don't you?" She rubbed her rear before striking her once again.
"Thank you, my Goddess."
He couldn't help the way his member hardened at the red on his lover's rear. He immediately felt guilty for lusting at her body while she was in pain.
Before she could strike Psyche once again, Cupid left the room.
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