This is an adaptation of a story that I read many years ago in JANUS.
It was written as I recall in the late '70s or early '80s. I am trying 
to do this from memory and I know it will not come out the same, but I thought the 
premise was cute. So I apologize in advance to the author, whoever you are, and I
advise my readers that the original is better.
                                                                 





Fairy Tale

Once upon a time there lived a king, a queen and their three daughters. 
Roxanne was a firey red haired beauty of 21 with a full voluptuous figure. 
Christine was a slender, pretty, and shy girl of 19 and Daphne was a lively, 
cute and ripe figured blonde of 16.

One day the king received word that a terrible dragon was ravaging the 
countryside. He charged the royal magician to consult the ancient tomes to 
discover what could be done. The magician gave the matter some study and 
reported back to the king.

"Sire, the dragon can be slain, but the lance to be used must have a blade 
that has been bathed in the tears of a well whipped virgin of noble birth."

Upon hearing this pronouncement, the three daughters glanced at each other 
nervously.

With a heavy heart the king turned to his oldest daughter and said:
"I am sorry Roxanne but you must give of yourself for the good of the 
kingdom." To the captain of the guard the king said: " Accompany Princess 
Roxanne  to the tower and take the magician with you. I charge you to give 
the princess Roxanne a sound whipping on her bare bottom with your sword 
belt until the tears flow. What must be done must be done."

The captain and two of his two of his men grasped the arms of the flustered 
Roxanne and hustled her off to the tower kicking and screaming. Stripping 
the lovely princess naked they bound her hands to a rung on the wall. Princess Roxanne
was a lush figured beaty with full, round bottomcheeks that seemed to beg for the lash.  
The captain removed his belt and, wrapping the end around his fist, proceeded to 
lash  the belt full across her lovely bottom with a loud crack that could be 
heard all the way down in the throne room. The captain then proceeded to 
administer smack after smack to the white, deliciously rounded bare 
buttocks of the princess which jiggled with every blow. As each harsh crack 
of the belt landed, the princess would squeal and rise up on her toes 
pumping her hips forward. Bands of red left by the belt merged into a red 
mass and the princess began to cry. The magician
caught the tears in a vial.

When the lance had been prepared, a knight was sent out to slay the dragon.
Upon encountering the dragon, the knight stabbed it with the lance. This 
merely enfuriated the dragon and it promptly ate the knight.

When word of the knight's demise reached the king, he consulted the wizard 
again. The wizard was at a loss to explain the failure. The queen, however, 
glared at Roxanne, her eyes narrowing. "Send for the royal midwife, and 
you, daughter come to my chamber."

"No, mama, no, I can explain!" wailed Roxanne.

And explain she did to the tune of a whippy switch wielded by the queen 
across the already reddened buttocks of the weeping redhaired princess. At 
the same time a handsome guardsman was seen to beat a hasty retreat for the 
border of the kingdom on a fast horse.

The middle daughter, Christine, was made of sterner stuff.

"I am ready to take my punishment, papa, for the good of the realm. And 
unlike my sister, I am pure.  I only ask that I be permitted to choose the 
hand that will wield the lash."  

“It shall be as you wish, brave daughter,” said the king.

Christine looked around the room and found the eyes of her beloved, 
Prince Roland .

“I choose Prince Roland of  Arcturia. He shall obtain my tears.”

The Prince implored her not to choose him. How could he bring pain to the 
one he loved? But  Princess Christine was adamant. 

“Come, Prince Roland, you must attend me in my chamber. Send to the 
kitchen for a sturdy paddle. I will prepare myself.”

And so it was that the brave princess removed her gown, lowered her 
pantaloons and draped herself across the knees of  her would be lover.
Roland contemplated the  fleshy, perfectly formed mounds of his 
sweetheart’s bottom and resolutely raised the paddle. Smack! The paddle 
fell square across the roundest part of Princess Christine’s lovely sit-spot 
which jiggled upon impact. Smack! Smack! Crack! Spank! Crack! Smack!
Roland applied the paddle with gusto, smacking and cracking the bare hind 
cheeks of the princess. Stoic though she tried to be, the searing pain in her 
buttocks caused her to wriggle and  yelp with each hearty spank. After 
several minutes of relentless smacking from the paddle, the wriggling fanny
 had been spanked to a scarlet hue and the tears began to 
flow. When enough tears had been gathered, the spanking ended and Christine 
rose to embrace her punisher. All the ladies in waiting applauded (and the 
pantaloons of several were decidedly moist after watching the masterful Prince Roland in action).

Once again a lance was prepared, and once again a brave knight ventured 
forth to battle the dragon. But once again the knight was vanquished, and 
only a riderless horse returned.

The King and his court were perplexed. The royal wizard suggested further 
study.

“I have found the problem,” the wizard declared. “The word virgin in this 
passage means 'one under 17 years of age', and the whipping must occur in 
public.”

All eyes fell on Princess Daphne, whose face paled at this revelation.

“Furthermore, the whipping must be administered by the knight who will 
slay the dragon”, continued the old sage.

“Very well “, said the king. “Sir Garth, you are our bravest, most capable 
knight. All others have failed. You must slay the dragon.”

At this news Daphne began to swoon, for Sir Garth was the handsomest, 
bravest knight in the realm. She had worshipped him even as a young child.

“Have the birching block brought to the throneroom, and prepare a suitable 
birch.” Said the king. “ I am sorry my dearest daughter, but this must be 
done”, he said to Daphne, clearly the apple of her father’s eye.

When the block had been prepared and a birchrod procured, all eyes fell on 
the lovely Daphne. With the help of her ladies in waiting,  the fearful 
princess removed her gown to reveal budding breasts, a narrow waist, and 
flaring womanly hips. Her luscious bottomcheeks strained against her tight 
pantaloons which were lowered to reveal a heart-shaped bottom of exquisite 
beauty.

Daphne was secured to the block and a hush fell on the courtiers as Sir 
Garth took up the birch.

“Forgive me child,” said Garth as he raised his arm.

Swish….thwack!  Swishh…thwack! “Yeowwww” squealed Daphne.

Sir Garth whipped the supple birch rod across Princess Daphne’s tender 
fanny causing her to wriggle and yelp. The birch switches seemed to almost 
bounce off of the jiggling bottom leaving red weals in their wake. The 
whine  of the birch sang a song of pain as it swished and cracked against the 
princess’ bare bottom. At long last the tears that had welled up in Daphne’s 
eyes began to flow. A vial was procured.

“Stop,” said the wizard when the vial had filled.

Daphne was allowed to rise and she stood weeping and rubbing her 
reddened buttocks piteously. Through her tears she looked at Sir Garth who 
Embraced her, wiping the tears away.

“I will slay the dragon for you, little one. And I will return.”

And with that, Sir Garth rode off, accompanied by Prince Roland and the 
captain of the guard. They tracked the dragon to its lair. While Roland and 
the captain kept it at bay, Sir Garth plunged the lance into its heart killing 
the fearsome beast.

When the news reached the king he rejoiced and ordered a celebration.
As a reward for their brave deeds he gave the hand of each of his daughters 
to the three heroes who had rid the land of the dragon.

And so it was that a triple wedding was held. At the altar was the firey
Roxanne with the captain of the guard, Prince Roland and Princess 
Christine,  and the nubile Princess Daphne and Sir Garth. 

Some say that 
Princess Roxanne came reluctantly to the altar, but became very demure 
when the captain gave her a stern glance and fingered his sword belt 
meaningfully. The captain installed a rung in a post in his bedchamber. 
A long strap made from an old swordbelt hangs on a peg next to the rung.

 Some also say that the Princess Christine presented her new 
husband with a unique wedding gift, the very paddle used on her posterior.
Princess Christine seems blissfully happy even though the unmistakable 
cracking sound of a bare bottom paddling in progress from behind the door to the 
couple's chambers is a frequent event.
 
Some say that the chambers of Sir Garth and Daphne frequently resound with 
the loud smacking sounds of palm meeting flesh. After all, Dapne is still
a child and needs discipline. Who better than Sir Garth to turn the cute
Princess over his knee spank her soundly when she is petulant.


 All agree, however, that the 
new couples lived happily ever after( even if the three princesses did not always sit very comfortably). The End.