Depraved Noble: Forced To Live The Debaucherous Life Of An Evil Noble!

Julie's stomach knotted. The boldness that had surged through her only moments ago was gone, and she was rejecting her own decision with every fiber of her being.

The only reason she had dropped the berries in at all was to prove to herself that Cassius didn't own her, that she wasn't some trembling little girl under his thumb.

She wanted to show that she could do something, anything, against his strict command and still stand tall, to prove she wasn't scared of him.

But now, looking at him, at the cold, cutting stillness of his gaze, she knew she wasn't brave. She wasn't free. She was terrified. Terrified of Cassius, terrified of his thoughts, terrified of that silence that weighed heavier than any shouted reprimand.

Her courage had been nothing more than a shallow bluff, and the moment she saw his eyes, it shattered. She was a coward, plain and simple, and she wished desperately to take it back, to scoop those berries out of the stew, to undo the insult she had flung at him.

But she couldn't. The act was done, and now she had to face the consequences.

Panic seized her. Her chest heaved, breath stuttering, as she stretched out her hand toward him like a child trying to calm a furious parent.

"C-Cassius." She stammered, her voice trembling. "Please, calm down...don't, don't do anything hasty. I'll apologize, I promise! I'll apologize right now for what I did, just please, calm down!"

She braced herself for the explosion, for the familiar sharpness of his scolding, for the banter where he barked at her in disbelief that she dared say such a thing.

That was how it always went: he shouted, she shouted back, the storm burned itself out. She expected him to roar at her, 'calm down? After what you've done? Impossible!'

...But he didn't.

Instead, Cassius simply looked at her. A silent glance, cold as steel, unwavering. That wordless look sank into her bones like icy water, suffocating.

It was far worse than any shouted anger; it was a reminder that she was already at his mercy, swimming helplessly in his current.

Julie's lips trembled. She opened her mouth, desperate to apologize, to babble out anything that might undo the moment, when Cassius suddenly moved.

Her whole body flinched as if he'd lunged for her, but he didn't. He stepped back. Slowly, he crossed the short distance to a heavy log by the fire and sat down on it. Julie's breath caught in her throat, confusion clashing with dread.

And then, he smiled. A gentle curve of his lips, strangely calm, with a brightness in his eyes that chilled her blood. He lifted a hand and gestured toward himself, voice smooth and composed.

"Julie, could you be a dear and come over here? I want you right here, beside me...Now."

Julie's heart stopped. On the surface, it was inviting, kind, even. But the way his voice wrapped around her made every instinct in her body scream that this was dangerous. That this was the trap.

"N-No...no, I won't! I-I know what this is...it's a trick, something bad will happen if I go over there. I won't fall for it!"

Cassius tilted his head slightly, the calm never faltering.

"Oh, don't worry...Nothing bad will happen." His smile lingered, unnervingly steady. "I told you already. I only intend to give you what I promised earlier...Nothing else."

Her heart skipped, and color drained from her face. She stammered,

"W-What...what do you mean by that? W-What is it you want to...give me?"

Cassius didn't hesitate. His eyes locked on her, unflinching.

"The spanking I promised you...That's all."

Julie's entire body jolted. She nearly dropped the empty basket still clutched in her hands. Her face burned, panic flooding her voice.

"Wh-What?! No! Absolutely not, Cassius! There's no way I'm going over there, and there's no way you're going to sp-spank me!"

She jumped slightly, trembling as though she'd just been struck already.

"I admit it, fine! I went against your word. I made a mistake. Maybe the stew won't be as good anymore, maybe it'll even be ruined, but that's not nearly enough of a mistake for you to, to—" Her voice cracked. "...to spank me like some child! That's not fair at all!"

Cassius's expression didn't soften, didn't break. If anything, the curve of his smile grew sharper, cruel in its composure. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he looked at her.

"Julie, I think you forgot so let me remind you. I already told you what would happen. I promised you. If you defied me, I'd spank you."

He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in.

"And I'm a man of my word. You disobeyed me, deliberately. So I have no choice but to carry it out."

Julie's lip trembled, her eyes glassy with desperation. She took another shaky step back, shaking her head violently.

"No, no, Cassius, please, don't! I-I'm an adult! I'm not some child to be spanked around whenever I make a mistake. I'm a good adult, a respected one!"

Her hands clutched at her chest as though to shield herself.

"Not to mention, I'm the leader of a Holy Guard! Ten of thousands look up to me, Cassius, children across the continent see me as their idol!"

"So, if anyone ever knew...if they knew that I got spanked for...for ruining a stew..." She almost choked on her own voice. "...I wouldn't be able to live it down. I'd lose my dignity forever!"

"I don't care about any of that, Julie." Cassius chuckled softly, and his low laughter only made her blood run colder. "And you worry too much." His tone carried a dangerous amusement. "Even if you get spanked, no one has to know."

"...You can cover your red butt with your pants, and no one will ever notice that the mighty knightly idol got her ass smacked for being stubborn. Your image will remain untouched."

His hand lifted, patting his lap slowly. His voice hardened into command.

"Now. Come here. Lie across my lap, and take the spanking you earned like a good girl."

Julie's breath hitched, her face twisting in fear. Her entire body quivered. She shook her head, frantic now, tears brimming.

"N-No...please, Cassius, please don't! I swear I won't ever do something like this again! I'll never go against your word again, I promise! Just, don't...don't do this to me."

Her voice cracked as she blurted out, desperate to claw for any excuse.

"Even my father never spanked me, Cassius! Not once in my childhood did he lay a hand on me. If you do this now, when I'm already an adult, it'll be humiliating beyond belief!"

"To escape it as a child, only to be punished like that now by you? I couldn't live with it! Please, please don't…"

But Cassius's smile finally faded. His head tilted, expression calm, yet merciless. His voice came like a blade, cutting her last defense away.

"Julie...Are you going to come here on your own?"

His eyes gleamed faintly as he spoke.

"…Or will I have to drag you over here?"

Her whole body locked at those words. Her lungs felt tight, her knees weak.

She knew...She knew as surely as she knew her own heartbeat, there was no running away from Cassius.

Even if she fled at full speed, even if by some miracle she was faster, she couldn't escape the weight of his gaze, the inevitability of his will. If she defied him again now, she would disappoint him more than ever.

She couldn't bear that thought.

So with that thought in mind, her shoulders sagged, trembling. Her lips parted, but no sound came at first. Then, like a timid girl stepping forward to meet her punishment, she forced her legs to move.

Step. Step.

Until she stood directly in front of him, small, fragile, eyes wide and glistening, like a student about to be disciplined by her strictest teacher.

"…I-I'm here."

He gave a single approving nod, his voice smooth as polished steel.

"Good." His hand them came down to his thigh with a sharp pat. He looked her dead in the eyes, expression calm but unyielding. "Now. Lie on my lap, Julie. Abdomen flat against me, your ass raised up, right where it belongs."

Julie's shivered at his blunt words. She fidgeted, her voice cracking with embarrassment.

"D-Do I really have to...like...put my butt out like that?" She wrung her hands desperately, looking anywhere but him. "C-Couldn't you just, just let me turn around instead?"

"I-I'll face you, bend forward, s-show you my butt that way! You can...you can slap me like that! That's reasonable, isn't it? Way less embarrassing!"

But Cassius shook his head slowly, his smirk faint but his tone resolute.

"No. That won't do at all." He leaned forward, his eyes pinning her down as he explained. "There's a reason parents always place a child across their lap for this. The position itself carries meaning."

"The body is vulnerable, the butt perfectly presented, and every strike lands with the proper impact. It's not just punishment, Julie, it's correction. That position is the best there is, and it isn't changing."

Julie gave him the most pitiful look imaginable, her eyes glassy with humiliation. Her lips trembled as if begging for reprieve, but his gaze didn't soften.

She realized she had no choice. So with a shaky breath, she slowly lowered herself down, inch by inch, until her stomach was pressed against his lap.

Her arms dangled limply at her sides, her legs stiff as boards, and she felt utterly ridiculous, like some dead fish draped across him. Her pride shriveled to nothing.

But then, Cassius's eyes lingered. He let his hand trail over the curve of her back, admiring the vulnerable slope of her body bent over him.

And before she could even process what he was doing, his fingers caught the hem of her nightgown. With a smooth tug, he began to raise it higher and higher, until cool air brushed across her bare thighs.

"W-Wait! Cassius! What are you doing?!" Julie gasped, her head snapping up in alarm. She twisted to look back at him in a frantic flush. "Wh-Why are you lifting my clothes?!"

"Of course I'm removing them. They'll only get in the way if I spank you like this." His expression remained infuriatingly calm, his tone matter-of-fact. "A proper spanking isn't through fabric. It's hand to flesh, Julie."

His fingers then continued pulling until the hem was bunched at her waist, her plump, round ass now framed perfectly by the thin barrier of her underwear.

"N-No! No, that's too embarrassing! If you pull my clothes off then, t-then you'll be seeing my bare body!"

Her voice dropped into a shy, fragile whisper.

"No other man has ever seen that before...I-I'd be completely vulnerable…"

Cassius's smirk deepened, his hand resting firmly on her hip.

"Then you should have thought of that before you disobeyed me. Actions have consequences, Julie."

He didn't let her argue further and with a quick motion, he hooked his fingers beneath the band of her underwear and began easing it down.

"C-Cassius!! W-Wait! Not that! Don't—!"

Julie yelped, squirming, her voice a panicked plea.

But it was too late. He tugged them just far enough to bare her ass completely.

And just like that the pale, firm flesh spilled free, round and plump, every enticing curve was now exposed to his eyes.

Even clothed, her figure had been impossible to hide, but bared like this, her bottom looked exquisite. Perfectly shaped, taut with strength yet soft with womanly fullness, cheeks that practically begged to be touched.

Cassius's eyes drank in the sight with open appreciation.

"Hmm...Even better than I imagined…"

He muttered under his breath, almost to himself, while herself Julie whimpered, turning her head away, her cheeks flaming hotter than ever. She couldn't bear the thought of him staring at her bare ass, her most private vulnerability on display.

"Th-This is so humiliating…" She whispered, biting her lip.

Her shame deepened at the thought that what she'd said moments ago was true, no other man had ever seen her like this.

And now, she realized with a shudder, if she was ever going to allow anyone to see her this way...it would be Cassius, and no one else.

That tiny truth calmed her racing heart for the briefest moment, but not enough to smother her embarrassment.

Her flesh was so hot with shame that her bare cheeks had already taken on a faint pink flush, the tint of her skin betraying her emotions...