I recently bought a Bluetooth keyboard so I could write on my phone while at work with no one being the wiser. I hadn’t written anything in a while, but I decided to try and start a sequel to Lessons. Here’s the first part of that:

Even though Eleanora ruled the Kingdom [?], she preferred to be known as “Princess Eleanora”, not “Queen”. For one thing, the Queen was her mother, and even though her parents had retired from ruling after their [two?]-year abduction by the wizard Katio Dona[?] they were still, in her mind, the King and Queen, just like her brother[s?] was the Prince. 

Her husband most emphatically did not want to be called a Prince, or even a King. Peter [Last name] had come into Princess Eleanora’s life at a particularly low point, when she’d not cared about anything or anyone, and had changed her [life] completely. 

In a way she’d never expected. Not just because she hadn’t thought she’d ever fall in love — despite the romantic books she often read — but also because of how he’d done it. To be specific, he’d put her over his knee and spanked her bottom until she’d gotten it through her admittedly-thick (at the time) head that she was going to find herself on the wrong end of a coup if she didn’t make changes to the way she did things. 

Surprisingly, it had worked, and as an even more unexpected side effect, Eleanora had fallen in love with Peter. He was kind, thoughtful, and intelligent, strict when he needed to be and gentle when he could be. Plus, he stood up to her when she needed it the most and kept her feet on the ground at all times. 

Well, except for those times when she was over his lap, but even then she was tall enough that her toes reached the floor. 

This morning, a Twosday, Princess Eleanora was sitting in her council chambers, at the head of the large table. Peter sat to her left — she was right-handed, so he could hold her hand from that side and not interfere with her writing anything down — and his mere presence still made her heart flutter, even after a year of marriage. It also made her bottom tingle; she received regular spankings — some of them for “maintenance of your behavior”, as he called them, and some of them just for fun or foreplay — and last night Peter’s hand and Eleanora’s bare bottom had renewed their acquaintance. 

The very thought left her wanting to squirm in her chair, but that wouldn’t befit the ruler of a kingdom, so she forced down the urge and breathed through it. The kingdom’s one physician — they had nurses, yes, but were too small for more than one doctor — had introduced Eleanora to the principle of meditation rather recently, and while she wasn’t sure it accomplished anything useful, it was something to focus on other than Peter. 

She glanced at him and he flashed her a smile, his bearded face — just now starting to show a hint of gray in the brown — [gentle/kind]. He didn’t smile often outside of their bedchamber, so it was a treat to even see. His official role in the kingdom was Royal Historian, which bequeathed upon him a seat in the council chambers, even though it was largely a ceremonial post. 

[[Insert some stuff about the political goings-on in the kingdom here.]] 

Once the council chambers were empty except for herself and Peter, Eleanor let out a long breath. “You knew I’d be sitting here for two hours today,” she said, a little accusingly but mostly light-toned. “You spanked me very hard last night.” 

“I didn’t hear any complaints.” He stacked his papers neatly and folded them into his folio. 

“Yes you did.” 

Now he smiled indulgently. “All right, I did, you’re not wrong.” Eleanora, for all the spankings she’d received since Peter had come into her life, still hadn’t quite gotten used to how much they could hurt when Peter really put his mind — and his hand — to it. She could still get loud and indignant as her bottom was warmed, and she had done so the night before. “But when has your complaining ever stopped me from giving you what you need?” 

Her pale cheeks flushed slightly; she was an adult, and a woman, and not at all prudish when it came to marital relations, but it still felt strange to even think about them outside the bedchamber. Plus, Peter was so very good at giving her what she needed once the spanking was over, whether it was cuddles and hugs or a session in her bed. 

Last night, it had been both. 

“You’re thinking about it again, aren’t you,” he teased gently. “You always do the next day.” He paused for effect. “You’re insatiable.” 

“I wasn’t aware you thought that was a bad thing.” 

“Oh, it’s not. Not in the least.” He stood up and held out a hand; Eleanora took it and rose regally to her feet. She might have been a bitch of a monarch before Peter, but one thing she could always do was act like royalty. “Come here.” 

After a quick glance at the doors to make sure they were closed, Eleanora stepped into the circle of Peter’s arms. Up close they were very nearly the same height; he was only a couple of inches taller, and she could look into his [blue?] eyes, see the love there.

Love that he communicated to her with a soft kiss, his hands on her hips, hers on his shoulders. 

Princess Eleanora had called herself many things over the years, but today she called herself happy.

As you can see from all the [square brackets], I don’t remember all the details of Lessons off the top of my head. After all, I did write it five years ago. I think my next task will be to go through it and build a character spreadsheet so I have all the information.

Meanwhile: what would you like to see happen in Lessons 2? I’d love to hear your thoughts.