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by Kree The proud warrior stood on the bank of the deep river. Only a large tree trunk lying across the river stood as the path to the other side. She tilted her head a little, raising her hand to her forehead to prevent the glare from the sun while she gazed across the river. The proud warrior heard the murmurs from her people as they pondered whether or not it would be safe to cross the river and far worse, what may await them on the other side. Never one to fear any human being, the proud warrior turned to her people and spoke. "What are these sounds emitting from your lips? Am I not Kree, proud ruler of where ever I choose to be? Do you not believe I can protect you and do battle against any fierce enemy?" The murmurs only grew louder as the warrior became angry, her fists now resting on her armored hips. "SILENCE! I have spoken! I am Kree. Ruler of anywhere and everywhere! Do you not admire me for my bravery?" It was well that the proud warrior had not seen the rolled eyes from the people for she had already turned her back to them, insulted they were not intelligent enough to believe her. "It would serve should I just leave you be and let all of you wander aimlessly without someone as mighty as I to protect you." The proud warrior guffawed and knew she ruled the world. Her world. She slowly stepped across the fallen log and knew her life would change not. For it was a good life for everyone who came within her control, as long as they adhered to the one rule. SHE was the proud warrior and ruler Kree and must be obeyed! As she stepped carefully, glancing down at the log, Kree pondered her fate. She knew well that people admired her. Many people. At least, that's what she chose to believe. Unbeknownst to her, it wasn't admiration, it was fear. She never knew that. The proud warrior only knew that all she had to do was don her armor, fight fierce and bloody battles, and then stand victorious over her enemies while the peasants paid homage to her. Kree raised her head one moment, her arrogance clear on her little puffed out chest and she continued to step until THUD . Kree became confused for a moment, wondering what wall could there be on the log covering the deep river when she saw large feet before her. Her eyes trailed slowly upwards and once more, she had to shield the sun from her eyes. She gasped as she gazed upon what could only be referred to as a giant mountain! Never one to show her fear, the proud warrior took a step back, unsheathed her sword and raised it high ready for battle. The giant gasped as the warrior stood ready to fight. He too raised his sword but before the tip reached the air above the brave warrior's, head, her own sword slashed downward, gouging his thigh in one swoop. The howling noise emanating from the giant mountain could not be mistaken. He was writhing in pain. He flailed his arms as he howled, his large hands throwing the proud warrior's sword to the swirling river below. Undaunted, Kree closed her hands into little fists and attacked the giant where she could reach. His stomach. (And where were YOU thinking, hmmmmm?) She punched with all her might again and again, the giant mountain stepping backwards as the battle raged on. Once on the other side of the river, the proud warrior raised her small fist for the final time, pushing it forward with all her mighty strength and watched silently as the giant mountain first staggered back, then fell, the ground shaking as his body touched the earth. The proud warrior stood closer to the giant mountain, raised one foot to rest upon his chest and clasped her hands together in triumphant glee as she turned towards the roaring crowds still waiting on the other side of the river. "I AM KREE, RULER OF EVERY WHERE I AM. BOW BEFORE ME AND SHOW ME YOUR PRIDE IN BEING RULED BY ONE AS GREAT AS I AM!" The proud warrior raised one arm and in a dramatic swoop, bowed to all the people, banging her head in confusion. She woke, laying on her back on the earthen floor of the tent, dazed at first, then shaking her head as her mind understood her surroundings. She reached back to rub her head. She now understood why she'd made contact as she bowed in her glory. She'd been only dreaming. Not one daunted by simple failures, the proud warrior stood, dusted off her armor and moved from the tent, people bowing their heads as she passed. Ignoring them all, she stood in the center of the throngs, and raised her sword in the air. "Prepare my people. Your ruler Kree wishes to leave these lands. There are many enemies I must conquer in proud battle. Prepare and follow me." Without even waiting, the proud warrior stepped through the people, mounted her steed and began to ride forward, leading them on another grand adventure. The poor peasants had to scramble to break camp and scurry to follow the proud warrior, fearing repercussions should they fail to catch up with her. On and on they traveled and when the sun was high in the middle of the sky, the proud warrior raised one hand, the signal for all to stop. With panting breaths, the people sagged to the ground gratefully to rest. From high upon her horse, Kree looked at the problem before her. A large deep river now crossed their path, the only means to the other side, a large fallen tree reaching from first one bank to the other. Kree was not afraid for as often happens, she'd dreamed of this day and like the dreams before, this one would come true. Dismounting, she turned to her people. The proud warrior heard the murmurs from her people as they pondered whether or not it would be safe to cross the river and far worse, what may await them on the other side. Never one to fear any human being, the proud warrior turned to her people and spoke. "What are these sounds emitting from your lips? Am I not Kree, proud ruler of where ever I choose to be? Do you not believe I can protect you and do battle against any fierce enemy?" The murmurs only grew louder as the warrior became angry, her fists now resting on her armored hips. "SILENCE! I have spoken! I am Kree. Ruler of anywhere and everywhere! Do you not admire me for my bravery?" It was well that the proud warrior had not seen the rolled eyes from the people for she had already turned her back to them, insulted they were not intelligent enough to believe her. "It would serve should I just leave you be and let all of you wander aimlessly without someone as mighty as I to protect you." The proud warrior guffawed and knew she ruled the world. Her world. She slowly stepped across the fallen log and knew her life would change not. For it was a good life for everyone who came within her control, as long as they adhered to the one rule. SHE was the proud warrior and ruler Kree! As she stepped carefully, glancing down at the log, Kree pondered her fate. She knew well that people admired her. Many people. At least, that's what she chose to believe. Unbeknownst to her, it wasn't admiration, it was fear. She never knew that. The proud warrior only knew that all she had to do was don her armor, fight fierce and bloody battles, and then stand victorious over her enemies while the peasants paid homage to her. Kree raised her head one moment, her arrogance clear on her little puffed out chest and she continued to step until THUD . Kree became confused for a moment, wondering what wall could there be on the log covering the deep river when she saw large feet before her. Her eyes trailed slowly upwards and once more, she had to shield the sun from her eyes. She gasped as she gazed upon what could only be referred to as a giant mountain! Never one to show her fear, the proud warrior took a step back, unsheathed her sword and raised it high ready for battle. The giant gasped as the warrior stood ready to fight. He too raised his sword but before the tip reached the air above the brave warrior's, head, her own sword slashed downward, her aim at his thigh steady and true. The proud warrior swung her sword again and again, wondering why it was taking so long to make contact with the giant mountain's thigh and waiting for the howling pain to thunder. It was then, she realized his hand was upon her head and even as she leaned forward and swung her sword with all the strength she could muster, it never even came close to touching him. Remember her dream, the proud warrior threw her sword down to the river and clenched her mighty fists. Again and again she would swing, using first her left then her right but alas, the giant mountain's hand settled upon her head prevented making contact. The proud warrior let out a scream in anger and frustration. "AAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH! Damn you giant mountain! Be gone and pay heed for I am Kree, ruler of where ever I choose to be, mighty warrior for my people! Be gone and leave this place!" The giant mountain spoke not a word and the proud warrior stood, her mouth gaped open and her heart fluttered in ... Fear? No. She feared no one. She knew she had to protect her people. And she KNEW with certainty what she'd dreamt! THIS had NOT been her dream! Her anger burning even her own ears, the proud warrior once more spoke to the giant Mountain. "Be gone!" and she then proceeded to free herself from his grasp, kicked him in the shins and punched him in the stomach soundly! Now, any mortal man would have fallen to his death off the large tree running across the deep river, for Kree was indeed a fierce warrior, but this was no mortal man. This was a giant mountain. An unmovable mountain. Her anger flashed in her eyes and with all the people watching, she could not fail. So once more she attacked, blood on her breath as she bit her own lip trembling. Just as she neared the giant mountain, the sky began to grow nearer and the river seemed to move further away. She heard the crowd cheer behind her and knew for a fact she'd beaten the mountain ... except she couldn't understand why her feet where no longer on the ground. Before she could catch her breath, she found herself slung over the shoulder of the giant mountain and a hand the size of huge stone landed on her bottom with a SWAT that echoed through the canyon. In embarrassment, the once proud warrior heard the crowds cheer even louder! "How DARE you?" cried the warrior! The mountain gave no answer but turned on the large tree and returned to his side of the river. Once there, he sat on a large flat tree stump and turned the proud warrior over his knee The proud warrior was flabbergasted. Here SHE was, ruler of her own world, upside down starting at nothing but dirt and rocks The proud warrior was silenced for the first time since she and her people could remember. But the giant then spoke. "Anyone who wishes me to stop need only say so now." He waited for an answer and hearing none, proceeded to remove the armor protecting the warrior's bottom and the cool air struck her as she screamed into the sun. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO," was the only sound heard as nary a peasant spoke even a breath to try and prevent the giant. The poor helpless warrior lay across his lap, no longer the leader of her world, but instead, feeling more like a small child over her father's knee This angered the warrior even more! "He knows NOT who I am," she said to herself. "You there! Giant Mountain! You cannot do this to me for I am Kree, ruler of everywhere I choose to be." The giant didn't speak again but instead, continued to silently remove all the armor and anything underneath from the poor warrior's wriggling bottom. He raised his hand high in the air and waited momentarily while the warrior squirmed and fought on his lap With one hand wrapped around her waist tight he lowered the other and in one swoop, hand met naked flesh, the sound roaring through three different lands on either side of them. "YEOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWW!" How could one large hand cover so much territory? The poor helpless warrior fought harder still and proceeded to bite the thick leg she was over "I know well who you are but from this day forward, it will only be respect that will flow from your lips." The giant then proceeded to drop his hand again and again as the insulted warrior didn't know what he meant! Her? Not giving respect? The warrior found respect for her grand accomplishments where ever her feet landed. How ..................... the warrior could think no more. The fire burning on her bottom had her even forget there stood her entire world on the other side of the river, watching her get spanked by this .......... giant bully. As the giant spanked, the warrior cried louder. The louder she cried, the harder she spanked. The hard he spanked, the more her people cheered! At one precious moment, the mountain paused, resting his hand across her hot bottom. "Well? Will you speak without insult from this day forward?" The warrior caught her breath. She knew he was finished and it was now time to set him straight about the way of things. This was HER land and he needed to know who ruled! The warrior did just that and used every word the fine sailors had taught her in her travels. She'd explain in no uncertain terms. The giant sighed. He again spoke not a word but proceeded to raise and lower his hand. The poor warrior knew that if he didn't stop soon, she'd not be riding atop her horse, but walking beside it for months! The words he spoke what seemed so long ago began to penetrate her clouded mind. She understood that if she didn't heed his warning and agree to stop the rudeness, she'd not ever sit a horse again. So it was that in between her sobs and cries and kicks and yells, the proud warrior lost her pride. Her naked backside being shown to all the world, by now as bright red as the embers in a dying fire, helped her to do something that was so foreign to her, she couldn't even place a word to it She thought. She thought of her people. She thought of those who depended on her and trusted their lives to her. She thought of those who would defend her with their own lives. She thought of those who, yes, might even love her. The proud warrior thought and knew the giant mountain was right. She had indeed been more than insulting to those she should have cared for even beyond her own heart. She sank over the warrior's knees and as her hiccups echoed through the world, she whispered words barely audible to anyone, not even the giant holding her waist The giant paused his hand and once more rested it upon her flaming bottom. "Speak so that I may hear you well!" The poor warrior swallowed hard. The words caught in her throat but she knew if she didn't speak them, he wouldn't understand she understood. The poor warrior tried again. Without realizing she did, she'd fought so hard to free the words than when they were released, were loud enough to be heard on the other side of the earth. 'I'M SORRRRRRRRRYYYYYYYYYYYY. I'LLLLLLLLLLLL NEVER BEEEEEEEE INSULTINGGGGG AGAIN!" The mountain patted her bottom softly and moved her armor to cover her now sore bottom and the crowds roared a cheer that would deafen the angels in the heaven. The mountain lifted the warrior to SIT upon his lap carefully and beckoned the people to cross the deep river. One by one, the people received an apology while the warrior was safely tucked within the brave giant's arms. The mountain then became the equally just and honest ruler of the land and the proud warrior stood at his side, his accomplice in protecting and securing their people. But that was a long time ago and to this day, if you near the deep river .......... You must stop and tilt your head. If you listen carefully, you can hear a huge hand meeting the soft skin of a bare bottom in resounding slaps and know the giant mountain still lives, the proud warrior once more losing her armor.
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