Rumpelstiltskin Gets Punished!

By Rainshowers

Rumpelstiltskin was a bad boy! Belle caught him snooping about her room, reading her diary. He only wants to get to know her better. She'll teach him a lesson he'll never forget! It helps if you read my story "Every Deal Has A Price" for backstory to this stand-alone. This story is adult in nature and meant only for those over 18.

Rumpelstiltskin sat at his wheel, spinning more gold than he ever needed. He spun to forget his weaknesses, his cowardice, and his anger. He wanted to forget his pain in losing Bae and especially his Belle. She didn't remember him. Would she ever?

He held a teacup between his cracked fingers and sipped. The delicate taste of chrysanthemum flowed over his tongue. Belle had the tea delivered since she was too frightened to go outside and venture to the shops herself. Agorophobic after being locked in a tower for God knows how many years, the great outdoors terrified her. It was only with Rumpelstiltskin's help was she able to venture into his garden to sit in his swing; at first by his side and eventually alone.

The sound of shoes tapping on the floor broke him out of his daydream. He looked up to see Belle stomping towards him, a murderous look marring her lovely face. Oh, my! Why is she so mad?

When she held out the small book, she looked him square in the eye, clearly demanding he speak.

"So you read my diary? Did you find what you wanted to find?"

"I told you I was sorry about that, Dearie. When will you ever forgive me?"

The smile that cracked her face promised torments even worse than he could imagine, and he could imagine quite a bit. She leafed through the book and held it out, open to a page. "Did you see this?"

He leaned over and read. Oh, yes, he definitely saw that. He raised his gaze to her beet-red face, a flush of shame and excitement creeping up his own. What she had shown him had given him fevered fantasies and hot dreams for the past two nights.

"Yes, I saw that." He said.

"Would you like to do something like that to me?" Her gaze did not leave his face, and he refused to break eye contact with her since her meaning was very clear.

He paused. What answer could he possibly give her that wouldn't land him in a world of trouble? "Only if you want me to."

She threw the book aside, and pulled two long silk scarves out of her pocket. "I've wanted to do this to you since not long after we met. Stand up."

He remained seated.

"I said stand up!"

He stood, figuring it was better to obey her than to feel more of her wrath rain down on his head. She took his right hand and tied his wrist to the spinning wheel. When he protested, since he didn't like to be restrained, she shushed him. Without saying a word, she grabbed his other hand and tied his left wrist to the spinning wheel.

"You deserve to be punished, Rumpelstiltskin, for invading my privacy. Those words in that diary were my private thoughts and wishes. You had no business snooping. And for that you deserve a swift swat on the bum."

SMACK! Pain roared through his backside, causing him to tip forward and nearly topple over with the spinning wheel. He looked over his shoulder to see a long wooden spatula in her hand.

She spanked him! And he was disturbed and delighted to realize he liked it!

"You felt that? Did you enjoy it?" Belle's deep voice filled with menace – and promise. "I think you deserve more, but you can't feel the full impact through your trousers." She reached around the front of his pants to his loud protests and unbuttoned them. They dropped to the floor, leaving him standing in front of his spinning wheel, wrists tied fast, dressed in a shirt, vest, and knickers. Before he could protest more that spatula came down again across his buttocks.

SMACK! SMACK! Oh, the sweet, exquisite pain! He doubled over, feeling a stirring down below he hadn't felt in a long time. Not even his nightly fantasies of Belle's lovely body tied down the way the marquis had restrained her in her tower as he read in her dairy matched his current state.

She liked it rough.

"So you want to do to me what the marquis has done? How's this for a start? You've been a very naughty boy, Rumpelstiltskin, for reading a girl's diary. Do you deserve to be punished?"

"Yes, I do, Dearie. I already told you that but keep punishing me if you feel you need to." He hoped she would continue spanking him. He hadn't felt so aroused and thrilled in years.

"I do, and you shall call me Mistress when you stand before me like this. Not Dearie."

"Yes, Dea – er… I mean, Mistress."

"Good boy! For that you get a reward." The spatula sailed down once again to make contact with his tender flesh. The pain roared through his backside and slammed into his groin with intense pleasure. He never thought he was into pain but he wanted it and he wanted more of it – but only from Belle. His intense arousal caused his legs to buckle. Breathe came in raspy gasps and his heart thundered in his chest. Her fingernails raked against his back, eliciting shivers of excitement up and down his spine. She tapped the spatula on his sore bum, promising more delightful pain if he followed his orders.

Without warning, she reached around and grabbed him, making his entire body go stiff. Rigid and aroused, she stroked him as she whispered in his ear.

"Will you ever go through my things again?" She stroked slowly, and it felt so good!

"If it makes you act this way towards me, definitely."

She yanked hard. He jumped.

"Will you ever go through my things again without my permission?" She whispered in his ear.

"No, Mistress."

"If you want to know anything about me, will you simply ask me?"

"Yes, Mistress." He closed his eyes to fully enjoy her fondling. Blood rushed past his eyelids in waves timed with the urgent beat of his heart. He had no idea his Belle was so… wicked.

"Do you like what I'm doing now?"

"Oh, yes!"

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, Mistress!"

"Then wait for me in your bed in a few hours before you go to sleep. I'll let you act out a little of what is in my diary. If you are good."

"I promise to be good, Mistress."

"Here is your reward." SMACK! When pain filled his backside, he couldn't hold it in anymore and his arousal released all over his spun gold. She stroked him until he finished, and then she tucked him in, pulled up his pants, untied him, and left him alone by his spinning wheel.

Spinning gold would never be the same ever again.