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“Prince Lachlan, I demand to be returned to my father immediately. This union, this conquest, it was never my desire. I am a princess of my castle, and I will not be held captive against my will.” “Cassia, I understand your frustration and desire for freedom. But you must also understand the complexities that have led us here. Your father took something from my land, and my people suffered for it. Anyway, you already gave me your word” Lachlan gestures for her to sit next to him.“Your land means nothing to me. And I gave it to you under unfair conditions” She remains standing.“You’re a spoiled brat. You have lived a life of privilege and beauty, shielded from the hardships that so many others endure. Because of this, you have failed to see the people around you. Even something as simple as those who serve you, who make your life comfortable. Your treatment of your maid, Freya, has been less than kind, and you have never truly recognized her as an individual with her own hopes and dreams. It’s time someone teaches you a lesson in humility”“She is but my Çukurambar Escort maid. It is her duty to serve me. I have never intended any harm toward her. Freya wants for nothing.” Cassia, her composure wavering, attempts to defend herself.“Duty does not absolve us of our responsibility to treat others with kindness and respect. Your actions, Cassia, have revealed a sense of entitlement, a belief that the world revolves around you. But the mark of true nobility lies not in privilege, but in how we serve those around us. Bring Freya here.” Lachlan waves his hand in dismissal. “You do not command me, Lachlan.” Cassia turns to leave. Lachlan grabs her hand and pulls her down over his legs. Her stomach lies across his lap, her hair dangles on the ground by his feet. “If you act like a brat you will be treated as one.” With a swift motion, Lachlan raises her gown up her legs to bunch along her waist exposing her backside. Cassia gasps at the sudden air. He raises his hand and spanks one cheek hard, leaving a red welt. Cassia cries Çukurambar Escort Bayan out and struggles to move, but Lachlan’s other arms keep her firmly on his lap. She can feel the hardness between his legs. His hands make soothing circles around the sore cheek and Cassia begins to relax. Then he lifts his hand again and spanks the other cheek before applying more soothing circles on the new welt.Tears fall from the humiliation and pain. No one ever dared to raise their voice against Cassie, much less spank her. “Be a good girl and bring Freya here.” Lachlan smooths her gown over her ass and pats gently in-between her cheeks. Cassia tumbles off his lap and straightens up.“I am here.” Freya steps around a green oversized vase holding a lemon tree. Cassia wonders how much she heard or saw. “Tell me, Freya, what is it like to work within these walls? What joys and challenges do you encounter in your service to the castle?” Lachlan adjusts in the seat to leave more space free, and pats the area next to him. Freya hesitates Escort Çukurambar before sitting. Cassia bristles at being replaced so easily by a mere amid. “We find joy in serving others. But it can also be challenging at times.” Freya doesn’t elaborate. “And what of pleasure?” Lachlan brushes Freya’s shoulders. Cassia turns to walk away. “No Cassia, you stay. You will learn about others. You will learn what it means to serve them.”He leans closer to Freya’s ears. She has not moved in her seat but the blush along her breasts betray a sign of indifference. “Have you felt the touch of a man, Freya? Would you want to?” Lachlan waits for her answer. “Yes, I have.” Freya stared boldly into his eyes. “Would you like to again? Do you have a man you are promised to?” Her face was inches from his. Cassia watches in disbelief.“I am promised to no man. But I will not submit to you. When I find pleasure, it’s for myself.” Freya looks down at the rise in his pants. “Cassia, get on your knees and watch. Learn what it means to serve others.” Lachlan grabs the front of Cassia’s gown and tugs, sending her to her knees. “Freya, can you teach your mistress a lesson?”     Freya smiles and reaches up to the intricately styled bun atop her head. With nimble fingers, she begins to undo the pins and clasps, allowing her hair to tumble down in waves of radiant splendor.

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