When the Prince placed the glass slipper on Cinderella's dainty foot and proposed marriage, it was the happiest day of her life. She would be able to get away from her nasty Step-Mother and her lazy daughters. No more scrubbing floors and chimney cleaning. No more window washing and wood chopping. No more doing laundry and cooking meals. And no more shabby clothes that needed to be patched and sewed every time she turned around. She was going to be an important wealthy Princess who was held in high esteem. And the Prince was a very handsome and muscular man. He would make a fine husband that any girl would be proud to have. Cinderella's life long dreams were finally coming true. A few months later, Cinderella was reminded of the old adage her dear Grandmother use to say when she told the old woman about her dreams. The old lady would smile at her and say. "Be careful what you wish for Cinderella. You just might get it." At the time, she prayed her dreams would come true. Now, she knew exactly what her dear old Grandmother meant by that. Because being Royalty was becoming a Royal pain in the ass. A very BIG Royal pain in the ass. And being a Princess wasn't what it was cracked up to be. Especially with an asshole for a husband.

The happy life she dreamed about and finally received, wasn't very happy at all. First of all, there was the glass slippers. They were very pretty, but also very, very uncomfortable. Especially when your husband demanded you wear them constantly. "Your job is to look pretty and uphold your high position. After all, you're part of the Royal family now." He kept telling her. But being poor most of her life, Cinderella got used to going barefoot. In fact, she loved going barefoot all the time. But the Prince wouldn't hear of it. And Cinderella liked her dark brown hair flowing around her shoulders. But the Prince insisted she wear it up. All the combs, fancy pins and bobbles it took to hold it in place, were uncomfortable and hard to keep in. Then there was the gowns. The gowns were excellent attire for a ball or a party. Or even for a formal dinner at the Royal Palace. But for every day wear, they left something to be desired. Wearing all that material was uncomfortable as hell. First you had to wear the tight corset for the hour glass figure. It was followed by the slip, then two or three petticoats, and finally the gown. Worn all together, they were cumbersome and very hot. But the Prince demanded she wear the gowns every day. Her old dresses may have been shabby and patched, but they were cool and comfortable.

And because of the well defined muscles in her arms and legs from years of hard labor, he demanded the gowns touch the floor and have long sleeves. "You're a Princess now my little commoner. You must dress the part and look dainty and demure. It would be a disgrace to the Royal family if the people were to see their Princess had muscles." And that was another thing. He kept calling her his little commoner. Like he was reminding her of where she came from and how she should be grateful he rescued her from her nasty Step-Mother and the hard work she had been forced to do. It was really beginning to piss her off. He wanted her to look and act like a Princess, but still thought of and treated her as one of the common people. Then there was the rules of Royalty that must be obeyed at all times. While they were in the Royal Palace, Cinderella was allowed to walk by the Prince's side as his loving wife. But if they were in the village or touring the country side, the rules dictated she must walk at least three paces behind her husband. It made her so mad, each time she had to walk behind him she fantasized about spanking that bubble butt of his she was forced to constantly look at. Then she would picture his sturdy male legs buckling after she drilled him repeatedly in his flat hard stomach with solid punches. And that strong chin he so proudly thrust in the air, just begged to be smacked by her hard female fist.

And when the Prince was discussing affairs of state with visiting dignitaries or the King himself, Cinderella wasn't allowed in the main hall. "No need to bother your pretty head about things you wouldn't understand my little commoner. It's best to leave such important matters in the hands of men who know how to deal with them." He would tell her. And finally, there was the matter of sex. He was constantly chastising her for her actions. "Under no circumstances, should a woman of high class and Royalty try to instigate sex with her husband. It was totally unladylike for a Princess to act like a common street harlot." He would say. His attitude was quickly getting on her nerves. The Prince didn't realise, all that time he left Cinderella alone to fend for herself was going to be his downfall. She happened to be in the Royal Library one evening, while the Prince was in conference with the King. Being alone so much, she decided to find something interesting to read to occupy her time. She was strolling down the isles, trying to find a book that would be entertaining. The Captain of the Guard entered the Royal Library and placed a book back on the shelf. When he noticed the Princess, he bowed to her and started to back out of the room. "Please wait Captain." She asked him. He stood there, waiting to serve her anyway he could.

"I'm looking for an entertaining book to read to pass away the time. Do you have any suggestions?" "I wouldn't know your interest My Lady. Therefore it would be hard for me to recommend a book." He politely told her. "What was the book you just placed back on the shelf? Was it entertaining to read?" Cinderella asked. "Oh, you wouldn't be interested in that book My Lady. It's filled with illustrations and descriptions of fighting techniques. I use it to teach my men the fine art of hand to hand combat and in close fighting. Not suitable material for a Princess to read I'm afraid." He said smiling. "I see. Alright Captain. Thank you anyway." "Your welcome My Lady." He said as he bowed and backed out of the room. Fighting techniques huh? Cinderella said to herself. She took the book down from the shelf and thumbed through it. Then she smiled and walked out of the Royal Library with the book tucked under her arm. She knew the Prince wouldn't approve of her reading material. So she found a comfortable place in one of the Castle towers and sat down to study the book. After twenty minutes or so, she got up and went over to lock the door. Then she removed all of her fancy clothing down to the slip and kicked off her glass slippers. She placed the book on the bench where she could see it while standing up, and imitated the fighting stance illustrated on the page.

For the next two hours, she practiced the moves on the pages of the book. She studied the grappling techniques and learned how to use her opponents weight against him. She applied wrestling holds on an imaginary opponent and pictured the muscular man in her mind screaming for mercy. Then she shadowed boxed with a large invisible adversary and beat him until he begged to be knocked out to escape the pain she was inflicting on him with her hard fists. It was the most enjoyable time she ever had since she moved to the Castle with the Prince. She smiled happily and put her clothes back on. Then she went to her room and took a nice long bath. She hid the book so it wouldn't be discovered by the Prince. Every chance Cinderella got, she returned to that tower room and practiced. Hundreds of imaginary male opponents were beaten to a pulp, thrown around the room until they lost consciousness, and cried out in pain while she forced them to submit with her painful wrestling holds. She went through the book from cover to cover, then went through it again to refresh her memory. The hard muscles she had to begin with, were even more well defined and solid. Anyone seeing her naked, would still see a very beautiful woman with a fabulous feminine body. Her hard female muscles only enhanced her beauty as far as she was concerned. She didn't look like a body builder or a weight lifter, but you could tell she was remarkably strong.

The book and her practicing made it a little easier to deal with every day life. If the Prince or one of the Royal rules she had to follow made her angry, she would hide out in the tower room and work off her frustrations while practicing. All the years of dreaming and thinking of a better life had made it easy for her imagination to create what ever she wished it to. On those days when she was really angry, her invisible adversary's would pay with a lot of pain. Her wrestling opponents would be lying in the floor crying, with badly sprained or broken limbs. And her boxing opponents would be out cold at her feet, with unrecognizable, swollen and battered faces. Practicing the fighting techniques and her vivid imagination would calm her anger until she was able to face the world again. She would smile and place the book back in it's hiding place and resume her duties as Princess. But spending so much time in the tower was beginning to make the Prince angry. When ever he needed her for something, no one knew where to find her. And when he demanded she tell him where she was, she would smile and say she felt like taking a walk. It was really pissing the Prince off that she was never around to answer his summons. He was losing the respect of everyone in the Castle. Because his wife was doing as she pleased instead of being at his beck and call.

His anger finally boiled over one day when he clapped his hands to summon her. For a change, Cinderella was near enough to hear his summons. But the uncomfortable glass slippers and the cumbersome gown she was wearing, really slowed her pace. By the time she finally reached him, his anger was beyond control. "YOU CERTAINLY TOOK YOUR TIME GETTING HERE! I SHOULD STRIKE YOU FOR YOU INSULANCE!" Cinderella looked him square in the eyes. "If you dare strike me I will strike you back." He looked at her and laughed. "You? A dainty female striking a Prince. How amusing. My large muscular body would dispatch with you in no time." He bragged. "If your so confident oh great Prince, then fight me." She replied. "You can't be serious Cinderella. You wouldn't stand a chance." Cinderella looked at him and smiled. "I'll fight you anytime and anywhere. Just say the word. Unless of course you're a coward." She challenged. That was the last straw. He couldn't let his wife speak to him in such a manner. It would be all over the Castle in a very short time that the Prince couldn't control the Princess. He was fed up with her insufferable attitude he was forced to bear the last few months. She needed to be reminded of who she was and be put in her place.

"I accept my little commoner. I will announce the battle myself. It's time I tamed that wild spirit of yours and showed you who is in charge around here. It will be a very painful lesson for you to learn, but you leave me no choice My Lady. We will fight on the Sabbath at high noon in the gladiator arena. You will know your place when I'm through with you. And I will make sure you remain in it. I guarantee it." The Prince said smiling. "One of us will be in a great deal of pain and learn their place My Prince. But it won't be me." The defiant Cinderella told him. "I have wanted to beat that cocky attitude out of you for quite a while now. You will still be a Prince when I'm done with you. But you will be a docile and obedient Prince. That, I guarantee. Oh, and there's one last thing. I will not fight in these hot and cumbersome clothes. I will only fight you naked." Cinderella told him. "But of course." The Prince agreed. "I too will fight naked. It will make it much easier for me to give you a good spanking after I prove I am in charge of this marriage. With your pretty face swollen and your bare butt blistered from the spanking, you will behave yourself and follow my rules." He confidently boasted. "Then it's settled." Cinderella replied. "I will meet you in the gladiator arena on the Sabbath at high noon. Then I will beat you senseless and make some new rules around here. And you will obey them or I will keep beating you until you comply. Good day my Prince." She said as she stormed off. He laughed at her confidence. "Good day My Lady. Enjoy the few you have left."

Word quickly spread across the country side. Important people from all around hurried to the Castle to watch the Prince and Princess in their battle of the sexes. Everyone knew the Prince had never been in a fight in his life. He had others fight his battles for him. But he was a healthy 6 foot 1 inch 209 pound male, so they gave him the edge in the fight. Very few gave the 5 foot 6 inch 121 pound Cinderella a chance of winning. Unless of course, she were to hit or kick him in his genitals. But they were sure she wouldn't stoop that low, even if it meant she might be victorious by doing so. After all, she was Royalty. And Royalty would never do such a thing. So Cinderella was declared the underdog. At ten minutes to noon on the Sabbath, the trumpeter called the combatants to the arena. His loud blasting trumpet could be heard all over the Castle. Everyone not yet seated, scurried to their assigned seats in anticipation. They waited breathlessly for the Prince and Princess to enter the arena. Cinderella was the first to emerge from the doorway and step into the sunlight. The crowd stared at her perfectly shaped, fabulous female body. Quite a few of the men had to place their hands over their laps to hide the enormous erection they were sprouting. And the women looked on in awe and admiration of her Venus figure.

It took the Prince a few minutes longer to show himself. There was several floor length mirrors in the hallway leading to the arena. And he stopped at everyone of them to admire his muscular Adonis body. He was proud of the fact he kept himself in very good shape. His manly body was rippled all over with hard muscles. And he was extremely proud of his more then average male package. He finally stepped into the arena and was greeted by loud cheers and whistles. Some of the women swooned at the sight of his rock hard manly body. While others were having erotic dreams as they eyed his limp hanging dick. The Prince bowed to the King and Queen and to the important dignitaries seated around the arena. Then he turned and smiled at Cinderella. "Today you learn a valuable lesson my little commoner. It really is a shame it came to this. But your actions leave me no choice. You must learn to conduct yourself as a highly ranked member of the Royal family. Since you can't seem to comprehend the meaning of those words, then you must be shown your place. And I am happy to teach it to you." The Prince boldly said. "Did you come here to fight or run your Royal mouth My Prince? That's another thing I'm going to beat out of you. Your insatiable desire to hear yourself talk. Now come here so I can cram my fist down your throat and finally shut you up." Cinderella sternly replied.

The Official starter stood between the two. "The normal rules of hand to hand combat are to be observed. There will be no foul blows, no biting or eye gouging, and no weapons used. When this red scarf I am holding hits the ground, the battle will begin. Good luck to you both." He tossed the scarf in the air and quickly sprinted to the door. As soon as the scarf touched the ground, the Prince attacked. He stepped up and threw a mighty right at Cinderella's beautiful face. But she wasn't there anymore. She had quickly stepped to her left and flexed her muscular right leg. "WHAM!" Her bare foot landed solidly in his hard stomach and bent him over. "SMACK!" Her left to his jaw put him down on the ground face first. The surprised crowd was stunned. "You have to do better then that My Prince. Or this will be over quickly." Cinderella told the shocked man. Embarrassed over being knocked him down in just a few seconds, The Prince leaped to his feet to extract revenge. His muscular arms began pumping his ham like male fists as fast as he could throw them. She wasn't about to get lucky again and shame him in front of everyone there. But Cinderella moved like a graceful ballerina and eluded all of his thunderous attempts. After failing to connect with at least a dozen punches, the Prince reached out to grab her and drag her down. But Cinderella was agile and lightning fast. His hand grabbed nothing but air.

She on the other hand was able to grab him easily. His right wrist was snatched by her left hand and her right hand slipped under his left arm to grab the back of his shoulder. After turning her shapely hip into him, he sailed over her well formed female body and was unceremoniously dumped back on the ground. "SLAM!" His face turned bright red from the embarrassment he was feeling. He jumped back to his feet with murder in his eyes. He had to gain back his dignity at all cost. He went back at her like a crazed maniac. Rights and lefts were coming at her with deadly intentions behind them. But the book was filled with defensive illustrations as well as offensive. She avoided them as easily as taking a stroll in the Royal Garden. When his handsome face filled with confusion and his punch count slowed, Cinderella took it to him with a smile. "SMACK!" His nose was flattened to his face. "SMACK!" His mouth began to bleed. "SMACK!..SMACK!" Both eyes were in a great deal of pain. "SMACK!..SMACK!" Both cheeks felt pain. "THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..SMACK!" His mid section was repeatedly pounded with solid shots and his chin hurt like hell. Cinderella backed off and smiled. "Do you see how it's done if you know what you're doing big mouth?" Anger filled his face and he charged her like a angry Stallion. "SMACK!" Her straight right nailed him between the eyes and he flopped to the ground on his Royal butt.

Everyone in the arena was clapping and cheering for the female gladiator. When the Prince scrambled to his feet, he noticed the King and Queen were also clapping. He didn't understand it. His own Mother and Father was against him. The Queen turned to her husband and whispered in his ear. "He has had a beating coming to him for a long time my dear. But I never thought it would be Princess Cinderella who would give it to him." "Yes my love I know." The King answered back. "I too have been ashamed of his behavior. And I am also surprised it is Cinderella who may straighten him out. I wasn't happy when he married a common girl from the village. But I'm beginning to see he made the right choice. I will be proud to call her daughter if she can beat some sense into our sons head. Lets pray she succeeds." Burdened with the fact his parents were against him, only made the Prince more determined to win this battle. He approached Cinderella with renewed vigor. "This foolishness has gone on long enough my little commoner. It's time you pay the price for daring to disobey and anger me." His muscular arms began throwing power packed punches as fast as he could chuck them. Cinderella calmly moved her gorgeous female body and avoided them like the plague. Ten hard thrown punches missed their mark. Then ten more were easily danced around. Then another ten failed to connect with anything but air.

The Prince began breathing heavily while Cinderella evaded his futile attempts and smiled. By the time the next ten missed the ducking and dodging Princess, the Prince was barely able to lift his mighty arms. Cinderella blocked his next feeble try and started punching back. "SMACK!" She broke his nose and saw the painful grimace cross his handsome face. "SMACK!..SMACK!" Both eyes began to swell and the Prince winced in pain again. "THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD!" Four hard punches weakened his six pack abs a bit. "CRACK!" The uppercut landed squarely on his chin and sent him staggering back. The crowd showed their approval with a loud burst of applause. When the Prince heard the crowd clapping for her, he went totally insane. He rushed Cinderella with his large arms spread out to grab her in a bear hug and crush her female bones. Cinderella quickly grabbed his wrists and placed her bare foot in his hard stomach. She laid back taking him with her and flipped him over on his back. "SLAM!" The Prince was stunned and virtually helpless. Cinderella scrambled to her feet and rushed over to him. She grabbed him by the hair and yanked him up to a sitting position. Then she sat down behind him and wrapped her strong legs around his waist and crossed her ankles in his lap. After slipping her arms under his and placing her hands on the back of his neck in a full nelson, she had him immobilized and at her mercy. The crowd roared their approval.

When she forced his chin down to his chest with the full nelson and tightened her strong legs on his waist, the Prince screamed in pain. "AARRRGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" "That hurts doesn't it little man? You're finally using that big mouth of yours to say something I like hearing. So let me hear it again my wimp Prince." Her vise grip legs tightened around his waist a little more and she exerted more pressure on his arms and neck with the full nelson. Cinderella quickly got her wish. "AARRRGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" "Now that is music to my ears big mouth. Do it again please." Another burst of power from her boa constrictor legs brought another painful scream from the trapped Prince. "AARRRGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" "Good boy my Prince. You obey very well when you have no other choice. I'm going to release you now, because I have other painful holds I want to put you in. So be a good little boy and give me one last scream before I turn you loose." "AARRGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" He gave her what she asked for when she damn near cracked his ribs. "That's my good little boy." Cinderella removed her legs from around his waist, but kept him in the full nelson. She moved her legs until she was kneeling behind him. Then she finally stood on her feet and dragged him up with her.

She placed her knee on his butt and lifted him in the air while she leaned back. When she had him in the air, she began spinning in circles while applying great pressure on his neck with the full nelson. After completing a few circles she released him. The Prince went flying and screamed like a frightened little girl. "AAAIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" He landed on his back and rolled several feet before coming to a stop on his stomach. He was badly dazed and out of it. Cinderella smiled and casually took her time to walk over and wrap him up in another painful hold. Cinderella bent his legs at the knees and crouched over his calves facing his head. Then she sat down on his calves and pinned his legs under her legs and bare ass. She took his arms in her strong hands and placed her bare feet in his arm pits. "Since I bent you forward with my full nelson, I think it's only fair to see how well your body bends backwards." She firmly braced her feet and pulled on his arms while leaning back. Another ear piercing scream escaped his trembling lips. "AARRRGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!" "Oops. I guess it doesn't bend very far this way without causing you pain. Does it big mouth?" She said smiling. The Prince whimpered and didn't answer her.

When Cinderella climbed off of the whimpering Prince, the crowd was demanding her attention for showing their approval. She raised her arms in the air and strolled around the arena while smiling and waving to them. When she reached the King and Queens Royal box, she bowed her head and curtsied. The crowd and the Royal couple laughed at her bare naked curtsy. Without any clothes on it looked ridiculous. She grinned herself, because it felt funny to curtsy naked. She turned back to the Prince who was struggling to get to his feet. "Ahhh, I see you decided to join me again My Prince. Good boy." The Prince looked at her with pure hatred in his eyes. So far she had made a complete fool out of him and had the entire audiences approval while doing it. He had to do something to gain back his pride and honor. He pictured in his mind, the servants and maids laughing behind his back if he lost this battle. The weight of that humiliation would be to much to bear on his proud shoulders. He must beat Cinderella and beat her soundly. That was the only outcome he would accept. His large, muscular frame rose to it's full height and he stalked toward Cinderella with renewed determination.

Cinderella placed her hands on her shapely hips and waited for him to reach her with a large smile on her beautiful face. The Prince didn't realise how much her painful wrestling holds had sapped the strength from his muscular body. The mighty right he threw that he thought would change his destiny, was feeble at best. Cinderella slapped it away and landed a hard right to his left eye. "SMACK!" His full power left swing was just as pitiful. She swatted it down like a pesky fly and badly busted his lips with a solid left. "SMACK!" One more heavy handed right was attempted by the Prince, which he hoped had the strength in it to knock her head from her shoulders. But a two year old could have produced more power. "SMACK!" The cartilage in his nose shattered to pieces. Growling like an angry bear, the Prince tried to grab her again and take her to the ground. Cinderella quickly grabbed his right wrist and jerked him toward her while she stepped to the left. She ended up behind him and took hold of his left arm to keep him there. She stepped around his left leg with hers and planted her left foot firmly against the instep of his left foot. Then she quickly released his left arm and ducked under his right with her upper body. She straightened up and stretched her left arm across his back and took hold of his left shoulder. Then she planted her right foot against the outside of his right foot. She now had him in an abdominal stretch.

Pushing his upper body to the left would cause great pain to his abdomen, back, and unmovable legs. His right arm was pinned under her and draped down on her lower back. While his left arm hung useless at his side. A loud, ear piercing scream escaped his mouth when she bent him over. "AARRGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" "There's the sound I love to hear. It's very painful isn't it big mouth?" The Prince didn't waste his breath answering her. Because he needed it to scream. "AARRGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" "God I love that little boy scream of yours. Let me hear it again My Prince." "AARRGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" She got her wish. "How about we work on that hard stomach of yours little man?" "THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD!" Her right fist beat his stomach until it was as soft as a pillow. "Now for a few to that handsome face and big mouth of yours wimp." "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!" She beat the right side of his face black and blue. When Cinderella released him, the Prince collapsed to the ground whimpering. Although the crowd was cheering her fighting skills, they were overwhelmed at how easily Cinderella was handling the Prince. His magnificent male specimen of a body should have been able to take her without any trouble. But it was happening the other way around.

"Get up My Prince. You haven't tamed my wild spirit yet. In fact, you haven't done anything but scream in pain and whimper like a little boy. And when I'm finished with you, you will be crying and begging like one too. Now get on your Royal feet so I can knock you on your Royal ass." She sternly ordered. The Prince slowly struggled to his feet. Shame covered him like a blanket and fear was beginning to creep into his mind. Everything he tried against her had blown up in his face. She was as quick as a cat, as sly as a fox, and as strong as a bear. He had no idea how to defeat her and that scared him to death. He would be the laughing stock of the whole country if he didn't find a way to win this battle. But the answer eluded him. His cause seemed hopeless. Since his mighty arms were weak and useless, the only choice left was to use his thick, sturdy legs. He took aim at Cinderella's crotch and swung his right leg as hard as he could. She expected him to try something different, but she never dreamed he would try and kick her between the legs. She jumped to her left at the last second and took the kick on her inner thigh. The crowd gasped at the Prince's cowardly attempt at a foul blow. His disregard of the official rules of hand to hand combat appalled them. The King started to rise and berate his son for using illegal tactics. But the Queen laid a hand on his arm and stopped him. "She's alright my dear. Let Cinderella punish him for his malicious behavior." The King nodded and sat back down. The crowd was screaming for justice.

The kick stung Cinderella, but it didn't hamper her movements in any way. The Prince, thinking he had injured her enough to press his advantage, stepped into the solid punch she threw in retaliation of his actions. "SMMMACK!" The solid hay maker exploded between his eyes and the Prince dropped at her feet like a mighty oak that had been chopped down. His body shook a few times with involuntary muscles spasms, before it calmed down to lie still. Cinderella had knocked him out cold with the well delivered, devastating punch. The crowd and Royal box showed their approval with a loud roar of applause. After Cinderella paraded around the arena waving to the crowd to show her appreciation for their support, she stopped in front of the Royal box again. This time she placed her right arm across her slim waist and bowed to the Royal couple. The King and Queen smiled and slightly nodded to her. The crowd laughed and clapped for her ingenuity. Then she went to wake up her Princely husband so she could explain the new rules to him. Cinderella hauled him up to his knees and gently slapped him awake. When his eyes fluttered open, tears trickled down his swollen cheeks. His will to fight had been beaten out of him. He felt so ashamed and humiliated to be beaten by a female. But there wasn't any strength left in his magnificent muscular body to challenge her any more. His spirit and pride had been crushed by the beautiful Cinderella.

He meekly knelt on his knees and quietly sobbed while he listened to Cinderella tell him how it was going to be from now on. "You will no longer clap your hands and summon me like I am your possession. You will politely ask me, or send a servant to ask me if I would mind joining you. I will wear the glass slippers to a party or a ball, but I will go barefoot or wear comfortable sandals the rest of the time. The same rule applies to the gowns. Only on special occasions. You will bye me some light, cool dresses to wear, that have short sleeves and hang just below my knees. Any affairs of State I wish to sit in on, I will do so. The welfare of the people are just as important to me as they are to you. Now, let me see. What else do I want to change. Oh yes. I will wear my hair the way I please and you will keep your mouth shut about it. And if I desire sex, you will oblige me. I would prefer not to beat you until you consent to have sex, but I will if I have to. I have proved today that you can't stop me if I think you need to be punished. So you better heed my warning and follow my wishes. And you will stop referring to me as your little commoner. I am to be called Princess Cinderella, My Lady, or Your Royal Highness. Do you understand these new rules or must I beat them into your thick head?" She asked in a no nonsense voice. "Yes Cinderella. I understand them. Please don't beat me anymore." He pleaded.

"Good boy. As far as the rules of Royalty are concerned, I will continue to obey them. It would not be good for the people to see their Princess being openly defiant against her husband in public. So I will still walk three paces behind you. But you and I will know who is in charge of this marriage. Won't we My Prince?" Yes Cinderella. I accept you are the boss behind closed doors." "Good boy. I promise not to beat you unjustly." Cinderella told him with a smile. "And I thank you for upholding the Royal rules and not embarrassing me in front of the people." The Prince said. "Your welcome My Prince. Now, I'm going to go take a refreshing bath and put on something comfortable and sexy. I want you to go get yourself patched up. Then I want to see you in my chambers. Giving you the beating you have had coming for a long time has made me horny as hell. You will show up with a smile on your face and a raging hard on in your pants. Is that clear My husband?" "Yes Cinderella. What ever you wish." He whimpered. "Good boy. And you better perform admirably. Or I may get angry and spank your Royal ass. Is that clear?" Yes My Lady. I will do my best to please you and escape further punishment." He meekly replied. "Good boy. Now go get cleaned up and restore your energy. I am feeling very amorous and do not want to be disappointed." "Yes my dear. What ever you say." He whined as he staggered off to obey her commands.

Cinderella strolled out of the arena waving to the cheering crowd. She smiled to the King and Queen as she passed and they nodded their approval of her victory. As she settled into the fragrant bath, her thoughts were on her dear old Grandmother. She looked towards the Heavens and spoke to the old woman she loved so much. "You can be happy to have your dreams come true Grandmother." She said aloud. "Especially if you train your husband to obey your wishes." She smiled and dunked her head under water. Being Royalty was now a very happy thing to be. And with her new found abilities and feminine strength, it would remain that way. Or the Prince would greatly suffer.