Ixion sat up and studied the jester as she crawled onto the covers and toward him, the veil behind her swinging back into place.
"Pray tell, my jester, why are you here if I haven't called for you?"
The jester leaned forward, letting her red hair cascade down and block her eyes as the bells on either side of her hat let off a quiet jingle.
"Ah, but you did call for me!"
Ixion's eyes narrowed before his dubious and unassuming expression soon returned. He sighed with theatrical dismay.
"I did call for you earlier! You're right! But you already came and went."
As Ixion spoke, the jester reeled back with a shocked expression.
"My oh my! I've made a terrible blunder! I'll take my leave at once!"
Ixion laughed as he leaned forward and grabbed the jester's wrist.
"You know, invading the king's chambers isn't a crime one can commit without repercussion."
The jester shrieked:
"A-am… am I being punished? Hooray!"
Ixion snickered as he pulled the jester towards him.
"Exactly! So don't trespass again."
Then, with fantastic ease, Ixion ripped the jester out of her outfit until her naked form lay bare, leaving her only in the hat.
Her supple breast bounced as a feigned surprise grew on her face.
Ixion threw the shredded outfit to the side before looking the jester's naked form up and down.
Noting the way her tits were plump and firm yet swayed with each movement. Her nipples are already hard. Her smile was growing crooked, and the look of perversity was glinting in her eyes.
Ixion brought his hand to the jester's neck, who was still on all fours, facing him, and tilted her chin up.
"I there's only one fitting punishment for you, my jester."
The jester giggled as Ixion slid his hand down, gripped her neck, and pulled her toward him.
"A lashing?! Yaay!"
Ixion bellowed:
"Heavens, no! That would be preposterous! How will you perform if you receive such grave injuries?"
The jester reeled back and cried:
"Ah! Not receiving a whipping is punishment in and of itself! You madman! How vile! How awful."