You suddenly command "summon the lead maiden I want to fuck her,"
The second maiden whimpers in disappointment as you pull away from her, your half-buried cock reluctantly leaving her depths. She presses a hand to her swollen belly, still twitching from the interrupted joining, and bows her head. "As you command, my lord," she whispers, her words thick with unspent need. The third maiden, now your mistress-in-training, springs into action with admirable efficiency despite her own recent ravishment. She straightens her gown with quick, practiced movements before speaking. "I'll summon Mother Aela immediately, my lord." She bows deeply and hurries from the room, her steps steady despite her own stretched and tender state. The second maiden watches the departing mistress-to-be with a mixture of relief and envy, her fingers still pressed against her swollen belly. She makes no move to cover herself, her body remaining spread and waiting on the cushions. Her breath comes in slow, measured breaths now that the initial shock of your departure has passed, though her passage still occasionally clenches around nothing, seeking the fullness it so recently contained.
"Would you like me to ready myself for Mother Aela, my lord?" she asks softly, her words carrying a quiet need. She begins moving her hands downward with unsteady fingers, but stops as she catches your look of disapproval. The third maiden returns moments later, breathless but composed. "Mother Aela is on her way, my lord. She sends her deepest apologies for the delay, but she was seeing to one of the younger maidens who required her expertise." As if to punctuate her words, a pained cry echoes from somewhere within the palace, quickly silenced. The second maiden tenses at the sound, her hand moving instinctively to cradle her swollen belly. Her sister, the first maiden, reaches over to stroke her hair soothingly. The third maiden's face betrays nothing, but she shifts slightly, and you notice she's wearing a light bandage under her gown, partially visible where the fabric has bunched.
You angrily spank both the elite maiden near you at command be taken lightly by head maid.
The first and second maidens immediately drop to their knees, heads bowed in shame and fear. The second maiden's distended belly sways slightly as she assumes the position, her hands clasped behind her back. The first maiden's face has gone pale, but she doesn't dare to look up at you, her head lowered in submission. The third maiden - your mistress-in-training - stands silent and still, watching the scene unfold with carefully concealed distress. The spanks echo sharply in the room, leaving angry red handprints on their flawless skin. The second maiden whimpers softly with each impact, her distended belly jiggling with the force of the blows. Her flesh already bearing the evidence of her earlier submission now takes on deeper shades of pink as your hand falls repeatedly. The first maiden remains silent, accepting her discipline with grim resolve, though her breath comes faster with each strike. As you spank them, the second maiden's swollen belly tenses with each blow, her body instinctively trying to protect the precious cargo within even as she accepts her punishment.
The third maiden's expression remains composed, but you notice how her fingers tighten slightly on the edge of her skirt. The lead maiden, Mother Aela, arrives just as you administer the final sharp blow. Aela stands in the doorway, her presence commanding despite her nakedness. Her tall frame fills the threshold, her muscular yet curvaceous body carrying the signs of her many labors—stretch marks decorate her toned stomach, and her breasts, heavy with milk, sway slightly as she moves forward. She immediately drops to her knees, joining the others in their prostration.
"My lord," she murmurs, bowing deeply. "Please forgive these foolish maidens. I shall deal with them severely later." She glances up at you, her face showing both fear and devotion. The second maiden has begun weeping softly, her body shaking with restrained emotion.
You roar angerily as your plump body is flustered "It is you who delayed and took your lords command lightly!"
Mother Aela's face flushes with color as your accusation lands, but she immediately bows lower, pressing her forehead to the floor. Her muscular body tenses with the strain of the submissive position, her heavy breasts swaying slightly as she adjusts. The first and second maidens remain silent, heads still bowed, though the second maiden's shoulders tremble with quiet sobs. The third maiden stands to the side, her face showing nothing, though you notice her fingers unconsciously clenching and unclenching where they rest against her thighs.
"Forgive me, my lord," Aela says, speaking softly yet steadily. "I would never intentionally displease you."
You ask in a commanding tone to the head maiden "Why did you a mere head maid delay action on my command?"
Aela's breath catches at your question, her shoulders tensing beneath her flawless skin. For a long moment, she remains silent, forehead still pressed to the cold marble floor. When she finally speaks, her words emerge with a slight tremor of fear. "My lord... I was... overseeing the preparation of the youngest maiden for her first night." She swallows hard. "She required... special attention. Her womb was not properly prepared, and I feared she might injure herself attempting to take your gift too soon."
The first and second maidens both shudder slightly at this explanation, though the second maiden has quieted her crying. The third maiden's face has gone pale, her breathing quick and shallow.
You declare in a low whisper clearly audible to all present "So you are saying a mere maid is worth more than your god emperors command."
Aela's entire body goes rigid at your words, her breath coming in short, panicked gasps. Her carefully maintained composure cracks, and tears begin to roll down her face, leaving wet trails on the marble floor. "My lord... no! Never!" She struggles to find the words, her hands gripping the floor as if to anchor herself. "I merely sought to serve you better in the long run. To ensure that the maiden would be able to properly receive your seed, to bear you a strong, healthy child." Her voice cracks on the last word, and her face contorts with anguish.
The first and second maidens have both begun to weep openly now, their bodies shaking with suppressed sobs.
You ask one of the guards to bring exoskeleton for your arm and have the maid equip it on your arm. Then you slap the head maid with all your might.
The sharp crack of your hand against Aela's face echoes through the chamber. She staggers slightly from the impact, but catches herself before she can topple, her muscular body reacting instinctively. Her head snaps to the side, and a red mark blooms instantly across her cheekbone. A thin trickle of blood appears at the corner of her mouth where her teeth cut into the flesh. She remains perfectly still, though you see her throat work as she swallows hard. Tears well in her eyes, but she blinks them back, refusing to let them fall.
Your hand also pains pain very slightly from the impact, but it was worth the happiness you got from bullying the trash in front of you.
The second maiden whimpers openly now, her hand still clutching her swollen belly. "Please, my lord," she gasps out, "punish me instead." She prostrates herself fully on the marble floor, her pregnant body awkward in the movement, presenting her backside upward in silent offering. Her gown has ridden up, exposing her thighs, the flesh dimpled and stretched by her condition. Aela doesn't even glance at her subordinate's desperate gesture, keeping her attention fixed rigidly on the floor.