The New United Nations and You - Sex Stories

The New United Nations and You

... the live broadcast from her throne room back in the Empire. A good performance would surely make the Empress proud of her youngest daughter. Maybe, just maybe, the Princess hoped her mother would be so pleased with her performance that she wouldn't even beat her next time she visited Sian! There was a wide bench on the left side of the stage, three- meters long, good sturdy legs, waist-high, and perfect for the job. Soon, the Princess had the German girls in a terribly compromising position, placed on their backs, side by side on the bench top, shapely legs drawn back until their knees touched their breasts. The Princess made sure the s****rs were positioned so that their plump peach bottoms hung slightly over the edge of the bench at about waist height, perfectly positioned for the audience to enjoy and at a convenient height for the Princess's riding crop. The Princess took her time, giving two or three strokes to Heidi and then two or three stinging strokes to Mathilda's bottom. Keeping each girl yelping and sobbing at nearly a constant pace for two or three minutes. Then, in a surprise move, the Princess abruptly stopped and ordered the girls to get down on the floor, on their hands and knees. The Princess went to the table and returned with a silvery metal box. The Von s****rs shared an expression of bewilderment when they looked up and the Princess took off the lid off the box and showed them what was inside. It could be that the Princess was a little off in the head ...

... or maybe just she missed her pet Chow Chows real bad. In any case, the Princess had brought matching collars and leashes. The girls made for a pitiful sight as the the Princess snapped collars on their necks. Heidi and Mathilda von Ehrlichmann, the famous socialites from a wealthy and powerful German f****y were now completely naked, on their hands and knees, dog collars on their necks, lower lips trembling, tears running down their cheeks, thick shiny coats. It was just one of those days. The Princess tugged at the leashes. It was time to walk the dogs. This was a scene that replayed on the evening news worldwide and billions of times on the internet. The German girls, crawling like a****ls, and trying to keep up as the Princess tugged the leashes, leading them down the stairs and up one of the side isles. Though it was considered bad sportsmanship by some, the Princess made an obvious effort to win the contest through crowd participation, stopping several times in front of the rowdy witnesses, the Princess ordered her dogs to pose in the play position with their heads down, their rumps up, and she graciously invited several of the witnesses to pet them. One lucky woman even got the opportunity to use the crop on Heidi’s bottom and the Princess handed one surprised man a box of Milk-Bone dog treats (sure, they still make them). The Princess made Mathilde sit up on her haunches and beg for the bone with her hands held in front of her like paws. Judging from the faces Mathilda ...