The Kings Discipline Prevails
The last courtier left, softly closing the large, oak, throne room door. Arthur sighed, falling comfortably into his regular slouch, one knee up, foot on the seat of the throne. His other leg sprawled out in front of him and he resisted the temptation to toss his crown as he removed it. He found having to sit up and look kingly all the time tiring and after all, Merlin said he looked at his most delectable whilst sprawling.
Merlin. He really ought not to allow his thoughts to go there. He truly had no idea whether to laugh, cry or throttle his court sorcerer. It was easier to pretend that he didn't know Merlin was there, but when had either of them taken the easy route in their relationship.
"Merlin! Come out, I know you're there. I can hear your shuffling even if everyone else was oblivious."
Merlin slowly materialised, green smoke emanating as his form appeared. Arthur shook his head, momentarily distracted.
"You just do that to show off" he smiled. "I know smoke is not the usual form of reappearing."
"Ah, yes. But how else do I let the world know that the best sorcerer serves you, if not with better theatrics!" grinned Merlin.
Arthur's grin vanished and his eyes narrowed.
"Perhaps by showing the grace, dignity and cunning of a court sorcerer instead of behaving like a petulent fairy godmother?!" he intoned sarcastically.
Merlin scowled. "I was defending the honour of our kingdom!"
"Merlin," Arthur began slowly, enunciating each word. "One king intimating that another king has a small dick, does not constitute a threat to the kingdom! He was just showing how puerile he is before the court, in fact, he was lessening his grip on his people by showing disrespect to me. Your interference was unwarrented and unwelcome."
Merlin lowered his eyes, a tinge of pink singing his cheeks. "He deserved it!"
"Merlin, that was not your call to make. You undermined me. And your actions were beneath the dignity of a court sorcerer."
Merlin began to shuffle his feet awkwardly, hands tucked behind his back, refusing to meet Arthur's eyes. "It wasn't that bad."
"You turned him into a donkey!"
"I turned him back again!" Merlin groused.
"You had him go mad and shag a pig!" yelled Arthur. "Have you any idea what that will do to a king's authority?!"
"Yes!" exclaimed the sorcerer defiantly. "None of his subjects will want King Jackass the Pig Shagger to rule them. They'll welcome the golden King Prat over them instead."
"Merlin..." he warned. "Don't try to wriggle out of it. I cannot ignore you attacking...stop laughing, yes I did say attacking; attacking visiting dignitries. Nor can I tolerate you humiliating yourself. You made yourself look small..." At that Arthur's voice faltered. Merlin looked up in concern, knitting his brows together. The King blinked his eyes quickly, rounding on Merlin. "You made yourself look cheap and I can't have that. Not after all I've done to raise you up; to let people see you as I do. I won't have it Merlin!"
Merlin stepped forward, a sloppy grin etched on his face as he caught his foot in his ceremonial robes, that he somehow never could manage to make look imposing. Arthur steadied him, as Merlin breathed hot breath on his face. "Well, you cannot punish me traditionally if that's your concern. My 'dignity' will be well and truly crushed if you throw the high court sorcerer in the stocks. Ditto a public whipping." Merlin ran his fingers through his Lord's hair, marvelling for the hundredth time at the softness of the warriors strands. Arthur caught his wrist and shook his head.
"Oh no Merlin. You are not getting away that easily. You need to be punished, even if I do wish to avoid further humiliation."
"Arthur..."
"It is my duty as King to ensure that all people obey the law. That even includes you. And since I'm sure King Cendred would consider that treason...Yes he would consider it treason Merrrrrlin! The penalty for that would be death. Seeing as he is not your monarch though, it cannot be considered in quite the same severity. Therefore, we will maneuveur the punishment down to the next most severe. One hundred lashes." Silence filled the throne room in a deafening manner. Merlin stood agape.
"You cannot be serious!"
"Oh, I'm deadly serious Merlin."
"You know I'll fight you!"
"Except your magic won't work on me, will it mighty sorcerer" Arthur whispered as he fingered the cuff around his wrist that blocked all magical effects. "And I don't think you'll beat me in a fair fight, do you?"
Merlin glared at him. "You cannot seriously want to whip me though!" he squeaked.
"Oh can't I?" cried Arthur, as he knocked Merlin's legs out from under him in one swoop and settled him across his lap. Merlin grabbed hold of the throne in shock, trying his best not to fall and land on his head; then he yelped as he felt Arthur throw his robe back. Arthur roughly grasped Merlin's breeches and undergarments and pulled them down to his knees as he struggled, exposing Merlin's pale arse to the cold air. Once accomplished, the king rested his left arm over Merlin's shoulders, pinning him to his lap. "Be still" he commanded. Strangely, Merlin obeyed.
Arthur raised his hand high and brought his hand down hard on Merlin's bony arse. A crack was heard in the chamber. Merlin stiffened and cried out.
"One!" called Arthur.
"Arthur, this is...argh!" he cried as the second blow landed.
"Two!" called the king. "You...really...need...to...learn...your...lesson...Merlin...learn...some...respect...for...once...in...your...life"Arthur said, puntuating each word with a smack to the arse.
"I've learnt it, I've learnt it!" yelped Merlin. "Just stop spanking me, yeow!" he cried, as Arthur brought down his hand harder than previously.
"You say you've learnt it, yet you're still telling your sovereign what to do. That's ten more for insubordination." Merlin whimpered as Arthur continued his punishing pace, his hand rising, whizzing through the air, making a rushing sound as it came back down. A sharp crack would resound on contact and Merlin would yelp, his arse growing red as tomatoes and so so hot. Arthur didn't understand why anyone would use implements like whips or paddles. Feeling his hand strike Merlins flesh, feeling the heat, the firm softness; it was addictive.
"Thirty-nine, forty" he counted off. Merlin's shoulders slumped.
"I'm sorry Sire. I realise I was foolish. It will not happen again." Arthur stopped his assault.
"You're sincere Merlin?"
"Yes" he breathed.
"Then you understand the need to complete your punishment then." Merlin groaned and dropped his head, silent.
"Forty-one." Smack. "Forty-two." Smack. "You...will...respect...your...king's...authority...Merlin...You... will... understand.... that... it... is... I... who... rule... you."
On the sixtieth spank Merlin arched his back and cried out, "I respect your authority! You are my master, I have no other, yeow! Not even myself. All I am, yeow! I give to you." Arthur paused in his ministrations.
"You accept you're mine?"
"Yes my Lord! To do with whatever you please! As you see fit."
"And your actions today?"
"Were wrong master. I was very bad. I need to be punished. Punish me master!" Merlin raised his arse further into the air. Arthur obliged.
"That," he proclaimed as his hand came down hard in the cleft of his arse. "Is for risking our treaty. And that is for discussing my cock size in front of the court. And that is for producing some type of bestiality in the kingdom." The king kept spanking and the sorcerer now kept raising his arse into it, egging him on.
"Yes, yes! Keep going. I need a lesson. I'm so very bad master." Arthur could feel by now Merlin's cock was hard as a ramrod, poking him inbetween his thighs. Merlin began to rut, alternating between lifting his arse into the blows and running his cock down inbetween Arthur's legs.
"Stop that!" Arthur ordered, smacking Merlin upside the head. "I never said you could have pleasure from this. That's ten more for not taking your punishment seriously!"
Merlin groaned. "Oh, but I am master. I am...yeow!"
"And that's ten more for answering back." Merlin moaned, desperately trying to still his hips as his cock was aching to be touched.
Arthurs hand now was moving in a frenzy, striking the hot, red skin of merlin's willing arse, all to Merlin's cries of: "Yes master. My Lord. I'm sorry. I'll be good now. Harder master, I need it harder, I'm so bad."
By the time Arthur counted one hundred, Merlin had commenced a more wanton form of rutting again and was crying out. "Please master, please fuck me! I need to learn master. Argh!"
"You will keep still Merlin. I don't care if your cock explodes. The kings legs are not here to be debauched by you." Merlin moaned at the thought. "Another ten for disobedience." And he kept up his frenzied pace, warming Merlin's arse, now hitting solely between the cheeks
By one hundred and thirty, Merlin was sobbing and begging and reached both hands behind him, grabbing his arse cheeks and spreading them, displaying his hole to Arthur. "Please, please please master!" he cried, tears running down his cheeks, wantonly exposing his hole as much as possible, pressing it up to Arthur's hand. "Please fuck me, please fuck me, please!"
Arthur brought his hand down hard on Merlin's hole and the dark haired man yelled. "That's ten more for telling the King what to do and ten more for showing me your filthy hole" declared Arthur, bringing his hand down on Merlin's arse so hard and fast now, Merlin couldn't keep count. He tried to brace himself, but his cock was aching painfully, his arousal was burning deep in his belly, his arse felt like an inferno and the pain was making his brain addled. By the one hunderd and sixtieth spank, Merlin had pulled his arse cheeks open again and left them that way during the blows. He didn't care how pathetic he sounded any more. He felt he would die if he wasn't fucked soon. Arthur could here his voice mumbling incoherently. "Fuck me. Fuck me. Please master. I beg you fuck me. I'm begging you master, fuck me hard. Please."
Arthur ceased his strikes. "Well, you've had all the necessary blows yet you still insist on behaving like a wanton whore, pushing your filthy hole in my face!"
Merlin sobbed. He couldn't take it any more. He fell off Arthur's lap and struggled to his knees. He pressed his head to the floor. "Please master, I need you to teach me a lesson."
Arthur observed his crawling sorcerer and smirked. "You know, I think you're right Merlin. Since you don't seem to learn when I almost split your arse in two, maybe you'll learn if I literally split it in two."
Merlin looked up, wide eyed, looking slightly insane. "Yes, yes master! I need punishing. Really, really hard master!"
"Strip off your robes then...no, leave your trousers and pants around your ankles. I like them there." Merlin was too sore to contemplate how ridiculous he looked; stark bollock naked, save his trousers round his ankles, cock erect and greasing his stomach with pre come.
"Bend over the throne" ordered Arthur. Merlin moved to obey, turning to speak.
"Master? I really need the King to punish me."
"What?" asked Arthur incredulously.
"I really need the King to punish me, or else I might not take it seriously. I might be bad again."
"Oh, the King huh?" smirked Arthur, replacing his crown to his head, pulling his cock out of his breeches.
"Oh yes master!" said Merlin, turning and bracing himself over the throne. Arthur moved to get some oil, but Merlin cried out. "No my King, I'm ready now!"
For the first time that evening, Arthur faltered. "Merlin, you don't want to be damaged.
Merlin shook his head vigouressly. "No I'm ready now! Please my King, please. I need to be punished, I need to feel you. Fuck me dry, please!"
Arthur groaned, lined himself up and pushed himself slowly in. Well, at least he tried, but Merlin was desperate and couldn't wait any longer. He pushed himself back, impaling himself on Arthur's cock. "Yes! Yes master! Fuck me hard, punish me master. Punish me, punish me, punish me!"
Arthur found he couldn't continue his slow pace with Merlin encouraging from the front. He began to pound into Merlin, flesh smacking flesh, eerily reminiscent of merlin's spanking. Within three minutes Merlin came, spurting strands of pearly white all over the throne. Arthur yelled as he felt the muscles clamp down on him harder than they ever had before. He pulsed his seed into Merlin and slumped down over him. Except Merlin couldn't remain upright for long and he toppled onto the floor, crying out as he landed on his sore, abused arse. Arthur bent down, one arm under Merlin's armpits, the other under his knees, and lifted him.
"I really don't think that arse should touch anything for a while, do you?" asked Arthur. Merlin snuggled his face into the crook of Arthur's shoulder.
"No your majesty" he murmured.
Arthur carried Merlin up the secret passageway to his chambers and placed Merlin on his front on the bed. The sorcerer rested his face in the pillows, drifting into sleep as Arthur rubbed cream into his arse.
"So did you learn your lesson court sorcerer?" asked Arthur as he slid into bed next to him.
"Mmmm, yes my King. I am yours to command in all things."
"Good!" said Arthur, blowing out the candle and wrapping himself around Merlin. Using Arthur's chest as a pillow, Merlin began to dream about the many intricate ways he could cause the Kings discipline to be exacted on him again. After all, court sorcerer was a new job. He had plenty of lessons he needed to be taught.