Naughty tales: Sleeping Beauty

Once upon a time there was a very dull boy.  He did his chores, respected his parents and dressed as an upstanding young man in his town should.  Everyone thought he was such a nice boy but none of the maidens in town would glance his way unless Aurelius was buying from them in the market.

One day, on his way to the market for old Mrs. Peabody, he noticed a movement behind the second-floor window of the Mannering estate.  Was that an ankle? Oh, and a bosom?  Aurelius knew he should stop looking at Lady Mannering’s naked body but he had never seen such curves before.  He fell to his knees, barely noticing that he had dropped Mrs. Peabody’s basket in the dirt.  Lady Mannering was just pulling up her stockings… buckling them and now her hands and arms were wrapped around a large column so that her ladies-in-waiting could secure her corset.  Aurelius’s pulse sped up, his mouth hung open and he realized that his cock was trying to burst from his breeches.

At that moment, Lady Mannering glanced in the mirror and realized that she was being observed.  She set her lips in a straight line and narrowed her eyes.  It was that boy who ran errands at the market.  He would pay for his insolence!  She kept glancing in the mirror and saw that he didn’t leave until a full twenty minutes later after her petticoats were securely in place.  And even then, he touched his disgusting manhood before he picked up the basket that lay forgotten in the dust.  Lady Mannering smiled as he began his awkward descent into town—she knew just how to get her revenge.

A few days later Aurelius’s mother brought an invitation into the dining room.

“We have all been invited to a ball at the Mannering estate to be held on Friday next.”

From the carriage Aurelius glanced up at Lady Mannering’s window.  Sadly, the drapes were firmly closed.  This was going to be a long day in town.

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Ever since the day Aurelius had gone to the market for Mrs. Peabody, he had been putting himself to sleep by imagining what it would be like to touch Lady Mannering’s curves and abusing himself.  His sheets were becoming as stiff as his manhood but even so, he couldn’t seem to stop himself.  How would he make it through an entire ball at her estate?

“What a naughty boy you are.”  Lady Mannering removed the blindfold and checked that Aurelius’s hands were still bound properly.  “So, you like to watch while ladies dress? Hm?  What was your favorite part, boy? The stockings?”

That’s when he felt the first caress of her whip.

“Watching my bosom heave as I attached the garter?” CRACK!

“Seeing where my thighs part?” The whip wrapped around his thigh and struck his manhood directly.  Lady Mannering moved swiftly toward Aurelius and pulled something from beneath her skirts. She kissed his cheek and then pulled his head back by his hair. 

“I’m going to teach you some manners, boy.  It isn’t proper for you to see a woman that you aren’t married to before she’s dressed… You are wondering what you might need to do to earn your clothes back, aren’t you?”  She laughed as she bent down. “Step in.”

She repeated the same phrase as she continued to lace up his back.  All he heard until he lost consciousness was the crack of her whip, her deep throated laugh and Lady Mannering repeating, “I know your secret.”

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600 years later, Aurelius’s family had long since passed.  The village around the Mannering estate had gone silent and Aurelius was still in an enchanted slumber, inside a glass case. The smartest and bravest came from around the world to rouse him but nothing worked. That is, until the day Princess Ammit rode in.

The princess examined every inch of Aurelius’s body, found a faint scar from the whip and checked under the inside band of his breeches.  She knew exactly what to do. Princess Ammit dismantled the glass case, reached into her saddlebag and began making adjustments to her straps. She smiled down at Aurelius as she applied olive oil to her phallus.

“I am going to give you precisely what you need, Sleeping Beauty.  I hope you’re ready for it.”

Princess Ammit had already loosened the ties on his breeches. And began to pull off one leg at a time.  She parted his legs as she mounted him. Princess Ammit smiled.

“You are such a pretty sissy.” She reached down and slapped each of his cheeks bringing the color up and began inserting her phallus into his little clitty. Princess Ammit rocked her hips and finally made it all the way inside. Aurelius moved but he didn’t open his eyes. The princess almost pulled out, slapped the side of his ass, and rocked harder.  It took 5 more thrusts as deep as her harness would let her go and suddenly Aurelius shivered and his eyes locked on hers.

“How did you know,” He gasped.  The princess yanked at something on his hip.

“Your panties.” She leaned down and gave him a kiss on the cheek, “Welcome back. Now, grab your ankles.  I’m not done yet.”