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Aerlinn could swear that her heartbeat was sounding in her ears as
she slipped into the private study of her husband and king. The
trip over here had been terrifying enough. She could only imagine
the rumours that would circulate if the queen had been spotted with
a...

She took a breath and looked down once again at the strap in her
hands. She walked over Thranduil's desk and unlocked a certain
drawer. Her hands ran across the worn leather. It felt warm to
her touch. She closed her eyes and slipped it in before closing and
locking the drawer again.

A blush came across her face as she laid the note, carefully
folded on the top of a stack of papers. She and her husband had
seen little of each other in the past few weeks. There had been
too many meetings and committees and petitions. She started to pick
the note up again, and forget the whole idea, but shook her head. There
was no way she was wandering the halls again with that thing, and -- she
groaned slightly -- she was going to be late as it was. She tried to turn
her mind to the possibilities of establishing a port on the Northern River
as she hurried out of the office and on to her next meeting.

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Thranduil let out a long breath of relief as he walked into the
doors separating the family quarters from the rest of the house.
Sometimes he felt as though this week never would end. Though he
had felt that about the previous week, and it had only led to this one.
He shook his head and went into his study hoping that nothing
pressing would befall him.

He sat for a moment and just stared at the large stack of paper in
front of him. It really was endless. The best would be to start
from the top he supposed. He had gone through three or four
petitions still finding nothing much of interest when he picked up
one that had been folded. His eyebrows raised as he recognized his
wife's hand. They raised further when he saw the address as "Your
Majesty."

A smile of amusement graced his lips as he read through the
carefully penned note. It informed him that, as of late, his
wife's behaviour had reached the point where it was decided there
was no choice but to bring it to his attention to take care of
before things got worse. The royal seal was affixed to the letter,
but no signature given. So, he mused slightly his smile widening,
my wife has had an official letter sent home. This would need to be
"taken care of" indeed.

Thranduil summoned a guard and informed him that he was to tell the
queen that the king wished to see her in his study upon her return. He
then placed the note on the corner of the desk and settled back into
the stack of far less interesting things.

It was a little over an hour later that Aerlinn finally emerged from
her meeting, her head so full of numbers and figures that she felt
it would float away. She had forgotten about her earlier adventure
until a guard stopped her on the way into the family quarters.

"The king would like to see you in his study, Your Highness."

Aerlinn had to suppress the flutter she felt, schooling herself into
a quick "Thank you," before continuing on her way. She had often
wondered what it would be like to be summoned to her husband's
study. Her fantasies had come no where near the tremours she felt
now. Her body was tense as she raised her hand and knocked
softly.

Thranduil looked up, there was no mistaking whose timid knock that
must be. And he was more than ready for it. "Come!" he called,
his voice stern causing the visitor on the other side to jump.
Aerlinn swallowed and walked just inside the doorway closing it
behind her. The room and the presence in it seemed huge to her
suddenly.

Thranduil eyed Aerlinn momentarily not saying a word. His look and
his silence clearly causing her to squirm. She finally had to break
it, unable to stand the tension. "You wanted to see me," she
swallowed and quickly added "Sir?" But it was not to be that easy.

Thranduil still said nothing, but sat back in his chair and pointed
to the area in front of his desk. Aerlinn was sure her heart could
be heard in the corridor as she approached the desk slowly. The
shiver in her spine was unmistakable. There was a constant power and
command in Greenwood's King, and Aerlinn was well aware that all of it
was about to be directed at her.

Her body tensed even further as Thranduil picked up the folded note
she could not help but recognize. It was as though her eyes were
pulled to the floor. She could not even watch as the king seemed
ever so slowly to read the note. "It seems," Thranduil spoke each word
deliberately, "that your behaviour has become unacceptable."

Aerlinn gasped, slightly unprepared for the feelings that would hit
her at his words. She was the little girl whose behaviour had gotten
so bad that a note had been sent home. And it was clear from her
husband's tone, that she was also in very big trouble. She somehow
managed to look up. "I ..."

Thranduil stopped her before she even started. "I do not believe I
care to hear excuses."

Aerlinn's eyes quickly made their way back to the floor. Her voice
barely reaching a whisper. "Yes, sir."

Thranduil opened his desk, pausing when he saw the strap. He
brought it out taking it in both hands and then laying it across his
desk in plain view. He did not miss seeing Aerlinn wince a
little. "Put your nose in the corner, and do not even think of
moving until you are told to do so."

Not wanting to get herself further in trouble, Aerlinn scurried to the
corner of the room quickly. She pushed her nose in as far as it
would go and stood perfectly still. What had she gotten herself into?

Thranduil's eyes ran over his wife's form. He could tell that every
muscle and nerve in her body was left tense. Not even a hair on her
head seemed to have moved. Finally, he broke the silence. "Come
here, Aerlinn."

Aerlinn's heart skipped a beat at her husband's voice. She
swallowed hard and turned slowly. Her eyes met his gaze but could
not keep it as she walked over to where he sat behind the desk. The
trip seemed all too short. Her shoulders tightened as Thranduil
stood up taking the strap in his hands.

Aerlinn's eyes could not seem to break away from the length of
leather. Her mind and body were screaming conflicting emotions at
her as she watched Thranduil's very deliberate movements. "Tell
me," again Thranduil's voice seemed to ring through her. "what is
about to happen."

A blush met Aerlinn's cheeks and when she spoke at first it only
became a squeak. Her fingers played against each other in her
nervousness. "You," she swallowed. Her mouth was so dry. "You are
going to strap me, sir?" Her inflection made her words into an
question. But they were both well aware that there was no question.

"And why," Thranduil walked slowly around the desk, Aerlinn watching
his every step, "am I going to strap you?"

Aerlinn's eyes quickly went to the floor feeling sure that Thranduil
could feel the heat of her rising embarassment from where he stood.
She swallowed again. "My behaviour," two of her fingers pinched her
thumb hard as she tried to control herself, "got out of hand, sir."

Thranduil's voice was nearly a growl. "Bend over my desk and pull
up your gown." His eyes narrowed. "I am going to see to it that
your behaviour does not 'get out of hand' again."

Aerlinn looked up her eyes wide with fear. "It won't sir! I
promise!"

In a flash, Thranduil was upon her. He grabbed a handful of her hair
forcing her head back and growled into her ear. "Did you hear what
I said?"

Aerlinn gasped as a pure shiver went down her spine. "Y-yes, sir"

Thranduil's eyes looked into his wife's and she was powerless to
look away. "Then I suggest you do as you were told. You are in
enough trouble already." He let go of her hair and Aerlinn felt a
whimper escape her. She let out a shaky breath and went to the other
side of the desk. As she bent over the hard wood she lifted her
skirt until it gathered around her waist, her bottom now high and
exposed. She reached across the desk gaining a grip on the other
side, the high desk barely allowing her feet to touch the floor.

Thranduil stepped back into place, his voice stern. "I will not
tolerate poor behaviour, Aerlinn, and I certainly will not tolerate
disobedience. The next time you are told to do something, you had
best do it." With that he raised the strap and brought it down
hard across her crease causing her to squeal and rise up onto her
toes.

Thranduil waited for his wife to lower herself again then began
strapping her bottom starting with her crease and working his way up
and then back down. His strokes were hard but not fast letting her
feel each one before the next one fell. Aerlinn's cries became
louder with each stroke and she hugged her body to the desk more and
more tightly pulling herself up farther and farther.

Thranduil's rhythm never waivered. He used the same slow pace, but
concentrated every stroke directly on her sit spot. Five times the
strap rose and fell never missing its target. By the fifth stroke
Aerlinn was crying, begging. "Nooooo," Her cry became a
wail, "Please! I'll be goood!"

Thranduil's only response to her cries was to move his aim to her
tender crease with the same rhythm and the same hard blows. Aerlinn
screamed and kicked her feet. She had forgotten how much the strap
hurt. Thranduil frowned and swung the strap landing a harsh blow
mid thigh across both of Aerlinn's legs. "Do not remove your feet
from the floor again."

Aerlinn howled and buried her head into the desk making sure that
her feet were firmly planted on the floor and Thranduil moved back
to her bottom. The strokes fell quicker now, five times to the crest
of Aerlinn's bottom, and then five to her sit spot. As the strap
continued to fall, all that Aerlinn could do was sob. "I'll be
good." The words kept coming from her, over and over again.

Thranduil then dealt five quick hard blows to the crease of his
wife's bottom and she had to dig her toes into the floor in an
effort to keep them on the ground. Each stroke caused a cry.

And then the king paused looking down at his wife. "Do I have full
your full attention now?"

Aerlinn gasped through her sobs. "Yes sir!"

Thranduil swung the strap landing a blow across the top of Aerlinn's
thighs. "I will not," he swung again burning a stroke across her
crease, "tolerate any further," now the strap struck her sit
spot, "unacceptable behaviour." He punctuated his statement with a
harsh blow across her thighs.

Aerlinn screamed out, her voice growing louder with each blow and her
hands gripping the desk with everything she had had left, her whole
body sobbing.

And finally, Thranduil dropped the strap onto the desk and lowered
Aerlinn's dress in the back. She did not move. She was not even
able to. All she could do was sob.

Thranduil moved his hand beneath his wife very carefully and tenderly
raising her from the desk and then lifting her easily into his
arms. He walked slowly across the room and settled into his chair
holding her close. He stroked her hair and kissed her head letting
her cry as long as she needed. When she had calmed a little he
spoke quietly into her ear, "I love you, my good girl."

Aerlinn blushed a little at his words and nestled close. "I love
you too, sir." She sniffed a little and wiped her eyes. Thranduil
smiled watching her. He was content to hold his well-spanked wife in his
arms. For a while, they just sat in a comfortable silence, holding
each other. Then a look came across Thranduil's face.

It was the sort of look that Aerlinn knew. Though it was only there
a moment, it caused her stomach to flutter. She looked up at him,
afraid to ask. Thranduil studied his wife's face knowing exactly
what she was feeling and that it was quite justified. "Aerlinn?"

She swallowed. "Yes sir?"

"It occurs to me that you were sent to my office."

Her eyes spoke her confusion for her. "Yes sir."

"And when little girls get sent to the office for a spanking, what
happens when they get home?"

Aerlinn's eyes widened and Thranduil smiled.

THE END.