"A girl as pretty as you..." She accentuates her remark with a poke in your neck, causing you to squirm. "Must be taught to appreciate your gifts" Reanna accompanies this with a nail along the side of your heel, your ankles pulling at your wrists. You dare not even look at her. "You clearly will not do yourself justice, given your life as a common thief."
Her cold tone has softened slightly, as if you had somehow pleased her. Your mind raced with thoughts of why exactly she would keep you like this, rather than throwing you in the dungeon. You strained your head slightly, hoping to watch her without being noticed, holding yourself deathly still.
"Take your feet for example." Her eyes turn toward you briefly to acknowledge yours. Her stare is hard. "They're awfully pink. You've clearly been on them."Reanna continued by dragging two nails down your heel causing you to bite your lip. "That will not do."
Her eyes turn back toward your feet. Her mouth turns a wide grin in turn with her eyes as if she's fully taking in the situation. " A beautiful girl like you...must be taught responsibility" Reanna spoke with disturbing conviction.
Your blood ran cold. It became clear she had your boots removed for more than just preventing you from getting away. You DEFINITELY crossed the wrong noblewoman, one who had far more than a passing interest in your bare feet. You hadn't been really been tickled before, but Reanna' s touches made it clear you were sensitive.
You shut your eyes as her hand began to dance across your soles, only to have her other come back to your neck. "You shall address me only as my lady, is that clear?" She commanded, in the tone she had addressed her guards.You were too focused on her tickling to answer. Reanna responded by lowering her fingers more into your feet. " Is that clear?" She repeated. "Yes My Lady!" You blurted out with a giggle.
She stopped tickling and proceeded to caress your hair. She brushed it out of your face and rubbed your cheek with the back of her hand, with an unsettling feeling of intimacy. She massaged your left foot with her thumb, her manicured nail making it torturous. Your face contorted in and out of forced smiles as she spoke. "Given your intrusion, your first lesson in manners shall be to learn what happens to naughty girls who don't behave." She scolded, almost tantrum like. "And for that you must be punished." Lady Reanna then sat up and...
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