Frozen Kink October

Spanking (Hans, Elsa)

"Stop this! Release me at once!" Elsa demanded. She tried to sound authoritative, but the panic lacing her words betrayed the fear she felt in this moment.

"Then stop the winter." Hans responded calmly as he looked down at the Queen spread over his lap. Hans had to admit, he had wanted to do this ever since he first saw Elsa. The thought of laying the cold and aloof Queen over his lap and giving that nice round ass a good spanking had certainly kept him entertained during her coronation, when he wasn't busy waving to her air-headed little sister. He thought this scenario would remain within the realms of his fantasies, but now here they are. Elsa, her hands bound in iron shackles, preventing her from using her powers, laying over the Prince's lap and her slutty dress pulled up to show that big creamy bubble butt.

"I-I don't know how! Please… please don't do this…" Elsa whimpered. She was terrified. She had never in her life been spanked before. She was a good girl and she had never given a reason for her father or mother to slap her bottom. But now her she was, about to be punished like a bad little girl. But, a small part of her felt she deserved this. She brought winter down upon Arendelle, and she couldn't fix it. She was a bad girl, and now she had to be punished.

"I have to. It's for your own good." Hans responded firmly. He believed her when she said she didn't know how to stop the winter. But even if he did, he wouldn't have stopped. Keeping one hand pressed on her head to keep her down, Hans raised his other hand high into the air, then brought crashing down onto one of Elsa's ass cheeks, causing a loud smack to be heard and making that juicy ass jiggle.

Elsa cried out in pain, her eyes screwed tight. She tried to wriggle away, but Hans was too strong. He slapped her again, even harder this time, and Elsa sobbed. She had never felt so humiliated in her life.

Hans gradually increased the speed of his swats, spanking Elsa faster and faster. He swapped between each thick butt cheek, giving them both equal attention. He watched enraptured as her ass jiggled and began to turn a bright cherry red. His cock grew as hard as steel, and he had a feeling Elsa could feel it, if the fact her crying became louder was any indication.

As he went on, Hans heard Elsa's sobbing die down, being replaced by quiet whimpers and whines. Soon, he began to feel an odd wetness coating his hand. Stopping for a second, he raised his gloved palm up to his face and saw a clear liquid covering it. Hans chuckled to himself. It seems the Queen, in some way, was enjoying her punishment. Well, why stop now? Hans adjusted his grip and resumed spanking his naughty little slut.

Elsa was ashamed of herself. She could feel her pussy grow moist and wet from this experience. What kind of deviant was she to enjoy this? She closed her eyes and tried to ignore the bolts of pleasure rocking her form as the Prince's palm crashed down against her ass.

Hans continued Elsa's punishment for a while a longer, his hands was almost a blur as it crashed down on Elsa's ass, the sounds of flesh smacking against flesh ringing out around the cold dungeon. But eventually, to Elsa's relief (and, to her shame, disappointment) Hans stopped his assault. With one last final smack, Hans leaned back and observed his handy work.

Elsa's once pale ass was now a bright, shining red. It shone like a ripe cherry or apple in summertime. Her pussy was red as well, along with being soaked in her juices. Hans stoked one of her cheeks gently and ran his fingers over her moist slit. making Elsa gasp quietly. The sight made Hans's dick harder than it had ever been. It was time to take care of it.

Standing up and pushing Elsa back onto the bed, Hans adjusted her until she lay with her ass raised up and her face buried in the pillow. Hans quickly pulled down his pants and his cock shot out into the air. He then moved to claim his prize.