A/N These are my short stories of erotic fairy tales. A retelling of the classics.

This story is the retelling of Cinderella, by the Brothers Grimm. This is an erotic tale of lust, greed, and desire.

In this Kingdom, Prince Edward and his court, use their servants as sex slaves. The dominant/submissive role play comes into use and Edward does not know any other. The beatings are meant to keep their servants humble, and even though they experience pain, it is also meant to bring them to a hungry level of sexual climax.

*hugs and kisses to my Beta* Evenflo78

Chapter 1

As Prince Edward lay back in his bed, his servant maid began to take his sex, full into her mouth. She eased her lips gently, around his very swollen member. Her tongue sliding, licking every inch of his length. She began moving up and down, scraping her teeth along the skin of his cock. She began to quicken her pace, to match the rhythm of his breath. He groaned, as she playfully bit, taking him deep into her throat. She began to taste the salty liquids, dripping from the tip of his penis. She slipped her hand gradually down, cupping his scrotum, and began to place a light squeeze on it. While coming up in her stroke, she thrust her tongue deep into the opening of his penis. It was this gesture that caused Prince Edward to shake, and release his desires, ejaculating across her mouth. She gradually stood up, tasting his discharge on her lips. Taking as much as she could with one finger, she raised an eyebrow to him, while placing the semen into her mouth. She gently pulled her finger out, moaning, as if the taste was sweeter than the finest sugar. Prince Edward, eyeing her, gestured for her to grab the paddle. It was laying, as it always did, properly against the bedroom wall. Doing as she was commanded, she brought Prince Edward the paddle.

The maid, knowing what was to come, prepared herself for the pain. She lifted her dress and bent before the Prince, exposing her own, very swollen sex. Her face tightened, and before he even struck, she softly began to weep. Crack, the first swing of the paddle. The maiden, saying nothing, simply winced from the pain. Crack, the second swing, this time harder than the first. The tears flowed freely, as her own desire begged to be released. The Prince continued on with the spankings, till the maiden's thighs were a bright shade of crimson. Then, satisfied with his doings, he reached between her legs, pinching the hard nodule between the inner folds of her vagina. Moisture began to seep out, as the maiden moaned from his touch.

"You may go and relieve yourself," Prince Edward whispered and thus the maiden stood up, and began to lower her skirt. She thanked him for his mercy, and retreated from his bedroom.

"Bella my love, please don't be sad. I want to talk you, before my voice leaves me," Lady Renee whispered, for breath was difficult to come by. "My beautiful daughter, Bella. Please... No matter what comes of thee, never forget that I love you, and that I will always be with you. Be good my daughter, and your heart will lead the way. For your heart is pure, and surely your heart will never deceive you."

Bella cried, as she laid with her very ill mother. By night's end, her mother had left, and closed her eyes forever. Unwilling to let her go, she held tight to the now limp body, drained of all life, drained of her mother. "Oh mother, why did you leave me? I have no one without you." The tears came heavy and clouded her mind. In her desperate depression, she drifted off to sleep. When she awoke, her mother's body was gone, having just been buried properly.

Bella, still in her soiled nightgown, ran out to the fresh grave. For this is where she sat, deep into prayer. Dear heavenly father, I know not of the future. Please guide me, as my mother was my only guardian angel. Bella remained, till daylight bid it's adieus. It was in the dark of the night, that her father had come to retrieve her.

By the year's end, Lord Charlie Swan had found his new love. Desperately wanting to find someone to care for his home and daughter, he wed Lady Lilith, recently widowed herself. Lady Lilith had two very beautiful daughters of her own, one with hair as golden as the sun, Rosalie, the other with locks black as raven's feathers, Alice.

Within days of Lady Lilith moving in, Bella had noticed a change. Lady Lilith had become strict with anger, and began whipping all the servants, whom Bella had come to love. Lady Lilith would say, that this was necessary, as they did not respect her.

"My Lady, you need not hit the servants. They respect you, as you are now in charge. Please, I implore. Let them do their jobs in peace. I will assure this."

The Lady, astonished at Bella's impertinence, thought deeply at Bella's words. "You will take their place if they do not perform?"

Bella, fumbling with her fingers, bit down on her lower lip. Knowing what she must do, her eyes looking down, she nodded in agreement. The Lady, pleased by this arrangement, walked slowly towards her bedroom.

Early in the morning, before the servants had risen, the Lady had slipped out and spilt lentil across the fireplace. Then as quietly as she slipped in, she slipped back out and return to her bed, where the Lord knew nothing of her venture. Soon enough, Bella had been awoken. There hovering over her face, was the Lady, angry with venom in her mouth. "Downstairs at once. Do not change, I will punish you as you are." Bella, terrified of what was happening, hesitantly headed towards the living room on the first floor.

"My Lady," Bella whispered but gasped as she saw the mess before her. "I.. I, don't know what's happened. I.. ," shaking her head and looking timidly at the hearth. She then, shyly looked towards the direction of the kitchen, where two very scared young servants, trembling, shook their heads. One whispered Not us Bella.

Biting her lip, nearly drawing blood, approached theLady before her, "I am sorry my Lady. I do not understand what has happened. Forgive me, I will pick up each spilled lentil."

"Yes, you will, but after your punishment. Go out in the backyard and break me a switch." Bella, quivering from fear, retreated to the rear of the manor. When she returned, the Lady looked the branch she had brought her.

"This branch! Never! Bring me another! If I must pick my own, then I will surely not chose wood. Iron, would be my choice!" Hearing those words, Bella ran. This time, she returned with a much thicker branch and while bowing her head, handed the branch over to the Lady for approval.

"Lift your skirt, remove your undergarments, and bend over holding this chair." The Lady commanded, pulling the nearest chair towards Bella.

"My Lady, here? Everyone will see?"

"Humiliation will make you obedient. You are a disrespectful brat, and I will teach you not to speak back to me. Now do as I say!" The Lady barked, yelling so the entire household could hear her voice. By now, the sisters had come to witness the beating, Rosalie, attentive to the situation and Alice, remorse hidden in her large dark eyes. Within moments Bella had removed her undergarment, and began to lift up her skirt. She slowly bent over, exposing her supple buttocks.

Then, the beating began. The Lady, choosing her positions wisely, swatted at different spots along the back of her thighs and calves. This would cause Bella terrible pain, but not in a manner, as to cripple her.

When the beating was over, the Lady snapped the swatch in two and threw it into the fireplace. "Now pick up every lentil, and do not be slow about it. For this is where you will sleep." Stunned by the Lady's enraged words, she slowly began to walk towards the brick hearth. Bending down to pick up the lentils, she was given a wooden bucket by one of the servants. "Do not help Bella. She can manage on her own. If I catch any of you, servants, assisting Bella in her punishment! You will suffer threefold!" The Lady spat, which caused the servant to stumble back tripping on her own two feet. The two young servants vanished into the kitchen. Bella, holding the bucket, peered down at her lovely dress. Surely this can not be happening. Would her father allow such foolishness?

"My Lady, may I change? This dress was given to me by my mother, and I wish to keep the ash from staining it," whispered Bella, afraid to even set eyes upon her step-mother.

"No, you may not! You stay where you are, until every piece of lentil is picked up. I do not care, if ash gets in your hair. I do not care if ash gets deep into your skin, and I most of all do not care, if ash gets on your lovely little dress!" Then off she turned to retreat to her bedroom. By now the two sisters, still standing in their place, had nothing further to say. Rosalie, still tight lipped, turned to follow her mother. Alice on the other hand, had a look of sorrow across her face, her cheeks red with affliction. She took her right two fingers, and kissed them, then took the two fingers and held them in the direction of Bella. Bella, without saying a word, let a tear release from her eye. She nodded at Alice and reached for the invisible kiss. It was then, that the Lady screamed for her other daughter Alice. Alice, fearing her own mother's anger, retreated to respond to her mother.

Thus there Bella sat, for hours on her aching knees, picking up hundreds of tiny little lentils. Never did her father come to see her, never did the servants check on her. She was alone, and this she understood. She silently began to speak to her mother. Oh mother, please hear my cries. What has father done? He is blind by this woman's lies. The more she confided, to her now deceased mother, the better Bella began to feel. Her thighs and calves aching from the whippings, her dress covered in silt, she determined to find her inner strength. Surely as her mother said, her heart knew this to be unfair, and so she held back the tears and continued on with her punishment.

After several hours, Bella was finally done. She took the bucket full of lentils and brought it into the kitchen. The two young servants, afraid to look at Bella, curtsied in respect, and grabbed the bucket from poor Bella's black ashen hands. Bella, now exhausted, headed up towards her bedroom. As she headed up the stairs, she was met by Rosalie. "My mother said, you are not allowed to go upstairs. She is sleeping and does not wish to be bothered by you. Your father, has left on a business trip and will return shortly. When he returns, that is when she wishes to see you."

Astonished at Rosalie's callousness, Bella pushed her aside. "This is ridiculous. I have done nothing. I simply want to retreat to my bedroom," and began running towards her back bedroom. Rosalie, trying desperately to stop her, grabbed at the back of her dress, causing Bella to fall flat onto her face. All of this, causing quite a stir, had awoken Lady Lilith, who was now fuming with chagrin.

"Bella! Bella! Stop at once! How dare you disrespect my daughter. Your father will learn of your impudence, and surely he will not contest my ways with you. I will teach you manners, you filthy mongrel. You turn yourself around, and head back down stairs. Your bedroom is no longer your own. You will now sleep on top of the hearth, which is where you belong."

Defeated, Bella stood there, unable to move, unable to speak. The tears began to flow, leaving streaks, through her very soiled face. "Oh, you're despicable, leave, as I do not want to look at you anymore," Lady Lilith spat.

Slowly, still crying, Bella turned and faced Rosalie, who pushed into Bella as Bella started to walk past her. Alice, now standing outside of her bedroom, dared to speak up, but did not, for fear of her mother's whippings. Alice slowly closed her door, and if you listened carefully, you would have heard the soft whimpers of poor Alice, crying.

By the time Bella made it to the bottom of the stairs, she heard the Lady speak her name. "Bella, go and make yourself useful. Clean out the hearth, and then wash your hands and face outside in the garden. When I think of other chores that need to be done, I will come and inform you."

So the once fair maiden, who used to write poetry and play in the garden, had now been reduced to a domestic servant, a minion, a slave.

Well? What did you think? Reviews would be nice, and encouraging!

A/N: Don't worry. Edward has a good heart, he's just very... sexual.

As for Bella's father, very much like in the original tale, he doesn't seem to intercede. I would assume, giving the undertakings of his home and daughter over to his new wife, he must trust her judgment and blindly carries on with his own business dealings.