Felix the Prodigy

By Masked Man
maskedmanwriter@gmail.com

Copyright 2024 by Masked Man, all rights reserved

CHAPTER 1

Felix, a young lad of eleven years, strolled through the opulent corridors of the royal palace. The echoes of his footsteps danced off the gleaming marble floors. A prodigy with a violin, he had been summoned to perform for the nobility. At his young age, he had been educated to behave with the manners and elegance, proper of that place.

Felix's father had disappeared into the murky depths of a tavern, spending money on alcohol and other pleasures.

The nanny was a creature of discipline and order. Her mission was to mold the prodigal son into a well-behaved and obedient vessel of talent, one that could be displayed for the amusement of the aristocracy and fill the pockets of his wayward parent.

The sudden appearance of a pint-sized specter in the hall brought him to an abrupt halt. Amalia, a girl of ten with a mischievous twinkle in her eye, sized him up with the audacity of a street urchin.

"Who are you?" she demanded.

Felix felt his pride bruised by her arrogant tone, "I'm a musician here to entertain the court. And who are you?"

"I'm Amalia, a Duke's pupil. I've seen more concerts than you can imagine. Don't you know your place?" The girl says in a derogative tone.

Felix's green eyes narrowed. "My place is on that stage, playing for kings and queens."

"Oh, so you think you're special," Amalia scoffed. "Everyone who comes here thinks that. But let me tell you, I've seen it all, and I doubt you're anything but a squeaky little mouse with a fiddle."

Felix's nostrils flared, his temper rising like the crescendo of a symphony. "I'll show you, Miss High-and-Mighty!"

Amalia smirked. "I'd like to see you try."

Their spat grew louder until it was silenced by the stern voice of the nanny. "Felix! What are you doing out here that is causing a stir? You're to be dressed and ready for the concert!"

She gave his butt a firm swat that echoed through the hall "SWAT!" Amalia's grin widened, and she giggled behind her hand, enjoying the sight of the proud musician being chastised like a naughty child.

Felix's face burned with humiliation.

"Come along, Felix," the nanny said sternly, leading him by the wrist. Amalia trailed behind with curiosity. The nanny marched them into a small, well-lit chamber.

"We must be quick," the nanny said with of urgency. "The concert will begin soon."

Felix's stomach lurched as she reached for his shoes. The idea of being undressed in front of Amalia was mortifying, but he had no say in the matter. The nanny was in a rush and unflappable.

Amalia perceived Felix was a very bashful boy, and his great discomfort being undressed in front of her. That motivated her interest to remain there watching.

With swift, practiced movements, she tugged at his shoes, revealing his pale, stockinged feet. The fabric slid down his legs with a whisper, and suddenly, he was standing in nothing but his underwear. Amalia's eyes danced with amusement, her grin unwavering as she took in the sight of his exposed white thin legs and his fragile almost skinny torso.

Felix protested with urgency. "Please, not in front of her!" he pleaded, his voice high-pitched with embarrassment.

The nanny was indifferent about it, more worried about having Felix ready fast. "This little girl is just a child, like you. There's nothing to be ashamed of."

Amalia's said. "What's the matter, can't handle a little audience?".

The nanny's hand connected with his buttocks again. “SWAT!”, "Stop your nonsense!" she warned.

Felix felt his cheeks burn as he watched the nanny peel away his last layer of clothing. His small, underdeveloped penis was revealed to the cool air, and he immediately covered it with his hands. Amalia's grin grew wider, and she took a step closer with mischief.

The nanny, seemingly oblivious to his discomfort, dressed him in the elaborate concert attire. She tugged at his shirt, lifting his arms to slip it over his head. His bare penis was briefly exposed to Amalia's view, and he could feel her eyes on him.

The nanny paid no heed to his modesty, dressing him as if he were a doll. No matter how Felix tried to cover, the nanny gave Amalia a good view revealing his hairless genitalia.

"Hold still!" the nanny said with impatience. She carefully tugged his britches over his legs.

Felix's eyes never left Amalia's smug face looking with ghoulish curiosity at his groin, as the nanny pulled his underwear up, stretching his legs apart to ensure a proper fit.

"Look at him," Amalia giggled, pointing at his crotch. "It's like a little worm trying to hide."

Felix's jaw clenched, but he held his tongue, furious and humiliated. Amalia giggled the sound grating on his nerves like a poorly tuned violin.

Once dressed, the nanny stepped back and surveyed her work. "There," she said, her voice a little softer. "You look quite the gentleman now."

Felix stared at the floor, his face a mask of anger and humiliation, and it took every ounce of his willpower not to lash out at Amalia.

CHAPTER 2

The grand hall loomed before them, a cavernous space filled with the murmur of the awaiting nobility. The nanny, for a moment left, and Felix found himself standing alone with his tormentor. Amalia danced around him, her laughter chiming.

"Look at you, all dressed up like a little prince," she said with mischief. "Your nanny did a fine job, didn't she? You look so elegant and tidy. Like you weren't just a pile of clothes on the floor a few minutes ago. So fancy, it's a real shame I saw you looking like a plucked chicken earlier, isn't it?"

"You know," she said taunting, "I saw everything, your little pee-pee and all." She jeered, twirling a lock of her hair around her finger, "so shy, so proper; trying to hide your little worm."

Felix's face turned a deeper shade of crimson "Stop it!" he hissed, his voice shaking with a mix of embarrassment and fury.

Amalia just giggled. "I'm just stating the facts, Mouse. You were the one too shy to let anyone see your baby's body." Her voice took on a singsong tone. "I saw it all, your tiny little pee-pee trying to hide. It was so adorable!"

Felix's face grew hotter than the sun. He felt a surge of anger and embarrassment. He clenched his fists but he managed to regain some semblance of control.

"You're just a nosy brat," he retorted, his voice trembling. "You'll get what's coming to you."

Amalia's grin grew wider. "Oh, I'm shaking in my boots," she mocked, her eyes dancing with amusement. "I'd like to see you try, Mr. Squeaky Mouse."

He hated her. Hated the way she giggled and the smug look on her face. Hated that she had seen him in such a vulnerable state. He vowed to make her regret her teasing words.

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Finally, he approached at the gleaming violin that awaited him; the tension in the room grew palpable. He knew that one misstep would be bad for his reputation and his family's future. He turned the instrument with trembling hands, the memory of his embarrassment in the dressing room still fresh.

The first notes of his concerto soared through the hall, and for a brief moment, he forgot about Amalia's teasing. His soul poured into the music, each note a declaration of his worth. But as he glanced into the sea of faces, he spotted her—sitting in the front row, her eyes gleaming with amusement, a knowing smirk playing on her lips.

Felix's concentration wavered, and his bow slipped over the strings with a screech that sent a shiver down the audience's spines. He gritted his teeth, willing himself to ignore her, but her presence was like a pesky fly buzzing around his head.

Silently, Amalia's eyes roved over him, her eyes moved slowly from the top of his neatly combed hair to the tips of his shiny shoes. The way she looked at him made his skin crawl as if her gaze was a physical touch; Amalia was sending him a subtle message that she knew how he looked nude.

The taunts from the dressing room echoed in his mind. Each time he caught her eye, she would make a face or gesture, reminding him of his earlier humiliation. His performance grew more erratic, the harmonious notes sometimes became a cacophony.

The nobles in the audience began to murmur among themselves, their expressions a mix of confusion and disappointment.

Felix knew he had to regain control, to show them the prodigy they had come to see. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, focusing solely on the music that flowed through his veins.

As he played, the whispers of the audience grew quieter, their eyes drawn to the passion in his movements, the intensity in every stroke of the bow. His anger and embarrassment transformed into a fiery determination, fueling his performance.

But Amalia was not one to be ignored. She leaned forward in her seat, her eyes never leaving his face. She had a way of annoying him, and she knew it. With each mistake he made, her smug expression grew.

Her hand stole into view, and she began to wiggle her finger mockingly. The gesture was subtle, imperceptible. But to Felix, it was as clear as day. It was her way of saying, "I saw your penis," without uttering a word.

The nanny sat in the corner with anxiety. She knew that a failed performance would mean trouble with his father, and she had no intention of being the bearer of bad news.

Amalia, on the other hand, sat with her legs crossed, her hands folded in her lap, her smugness a palpable presence. She knew she had gotten under his skin, and she was enjoying every moment of it.

Felix's eyes darted to her, and with each taunt, his anger grew. He played faster, his bow dancing over the strings with a ferocity that was both mesmerizing and unsettling. The music grew darker, the notes more jagged, reflecting the tumult in his soul.

As the final, discordant note rang out, the applause was half-hearted; the nobles' faces a canvas of disappointment. The promised prodigy resulted in mediocrity.

The nanny felt the failure wash over her. She approached the boy and whispered "Felix! How dare you perform so poorly! Your father will be furious!"

The little musician looked at her nervous. "It was her," he whispered, pointing at Amalia. "She was teasing me, making faces, and I couldn't concentrate!"

"You can't let a little girl distract you," she admonished. "Now come!"

They walked back to the dressing room. His mind raced with thoughts of how he would explain his failure to his father.

As a tail, Amalia followed them nosy and curious.

CHAPTER 3

The nanny scolded. "The Duke and his court expect perfection, and you gave them a mediocre show!"

Felix felt his stomach drop. "But she was distracting me!" he protested, his voice wavering.

The nanny grabbed a sturdy hairbrush from the dresser and pointed it at him like a weapon. "You will learn...!" she declared.

Felix felt his heart race as he was unceremoniously placed over her knees. He squirmed and protested, his pride bruised. "Please, not in front of her," he begged with a mix of anger and embarrassment. "I'm not a baby anymore!"

Felix's panic grew as he felt her hands on the fastenings of his britches. "No, not bare!" he wailed, his cheeks red with embarrassment. "Please, not in front of her!"

Felix's eyes met Amalia's, and he saw the amusement in her gaze. "It's all your fault! If you hadn't been teasing me, I would have played perfectly!"

"Oh, is that so?" Amalia replied with fake sweetness. "Well, it seems like you're going to get spanked now. And I get to see your bare bottom, and watch you cry like the baby you are."

Felix could feel Amalia's eyes on him, her grin widening as he was exposed. He thrashed and kicked, his pride bruised. "Please, not bare, not in front of her! Do it harder but later!" he pleaded, his voice cracking.

"You will learn to perform under any circumstance," she said sternly. "Now, hold still!" Her strong hands gripped his waist, and with a swift tug, she pulled down his breeches and underwear, leaving his bare bottom exposed to the cool air of the room. Amalia's eyes widened with glee at the sight, and she couldn't help but snicker.

Felix's face burned with humiliation as Amalia's eyes widened at the sight of his milky-white bottom. It was round and plump, a stark contrast to the rest of his slender frame.

"You didn't want me to see your bare butt, but here I am, watching. Look at your cheeks! It's like a perfect couple of little snowballs!"

The hairbrush connected with his bare bottom, sending a shockwave of pain through his small body. He jerked and writhed, trying to pull away, but she held him firmly in place. Her grip was ironclad, her arm coming down with a rhythmic thwack that filled the room.

He was aware of Amalia's eyes on him, her grin never fading as she enjoyed the spectacle.

Felix bit his lip hard, trying to stifle his cries. He was a prodigy, not a bawling child. He had to be strong. Felix felt the sting of each swat, the hairbrush leaving a trail of fire across his skin. He tried to keep his dignity, to not let the tears fall.

The nanny's expression remained stern, her eyes focused on the task at hand. She had to teach this boy a lesson. And as much as she hated to admit it, a part of her enjoyed the power she had over him.

The knowledge that Amalia was watching, made it almost unbearable. He tried to keep his face stoic, his eyes fixed on the floor, but every smack of the brush brought a fresh wave of pain. It was like a hot iron. He could feel the heat rising from his bottom.

The nanny's spanking grew more vigorous. He could feel his resolve crumbling, he couldn't help to start whimpering.

Felix gritted his teeth, willing himself not to cry. But The smacks grew harder, and his whimpers grew louder. He couldn't take it anymore. He threw his head back and let out a wail that seemed to shake the very foundations of the palace.

Amalia with her arms crossed over her chest, watched him with a smug grin. The proud young boy was brought low by a simple spanking. She took pleasure in his pain, his embarrassment. It was a power she wielded over him, and she enjoyed every second of it.

Felix's body jerked with each impact, his legs kicking out wildly. His face was a mess of tears and snot, his eyes red and puffy. His cries grew more desperate, turning into baby bawling.

He had lost all sense of pride and dignity. He was no longer a prodigy musician but a little boy being punished for his misdeeds.

But Amalia wasn't satisfied with just watching. She stepped closer, and with an adult-tone tone, she dared to scold, "You really should learn to concentrate. Perhaps if you made an effort to play better, she wouldn't have to spank you in front of me. "

"Look at you, crying like a baby," she taunted. "What a pitiful sight, Mr. Concerto. Your bare bottom is all red and sore. It's so... entertaining. A great musician!! You're supposed to be a prodigy, and here you are, crying like a baby over a little spanking."

Felix was unable to respond, his cries were all that filled the room. The nanny's hand didn't stop moving, delivering swift, stinging smacks to his now crimson buttocks. He was aware of Amalia's mocking voice in the background, but at that moment, all he wanted was for the spanking to end. For the pain to stop, he didn't care about his pride. He just wanted the nanny to stop and let him go.

The nanny knew that the proud Felix was totally broken and reduced to a mere obedient child as the final smack landed. "Now, you're ready to go," she said, her tone a mix of sternness and sympathy.

He stumbled from the nanny's grasp, his buttocks still stinging from the hairbrush. His eyes were blurry with tears, still sobbing. He couldn't resist and "danced" rubbing his sore bottom, trying to ease the pain.

Amalia watched his exposed penis, which bobbed slightly while he rubbed his behind. A final demeaning blow to his dignity.

Amalia whispered, "It's bouncing like it's doing its own little dance, so tiny and sad, just like the sound of your playing."

He tried to compose himself. Finally, he tried to recover some dignity and managed to pull up his britches and underwear, his hands shaking.

"So, how does it feel, Mouse?" she jeered.

Felix's cheeks were still wet with tears. His humiliation was a living, breathing entity. "I hate you," he whispered.

Felix was a good-looking boy and deeply Amalia thought he was so cute, but for a strange reason more adorable when he was humiliated, his perfect composure shattered by her. Amalia felt a weird thrill, a sense of power over this boy she found fascinating.

Felix, on the other hand, despised her, the way she had toyed with him so casually, reducing him to a spectacle for her amusement.

Overwhelmed with anger and shame, he rushed out, tears stinging his eyes. Amalia's smug delight in his nudity and humiliation made him feel so powerless and vulnerable.

EPILOGUE

Months had passed since that humiliating day, and the memory of Amalia's mocking laughter still stung like a fresh wound. Now, dressed in a new set of finely tailored concert attire, he walked through the grand halls of another palace.

He took a deep breath, feeling the weight of his father's expectations and the nanny's stern gaze upon him. As he turned he saw a familiar face emerging from the incoming audience—Amalia.

She approached him with a knowing smirk, her eyes sparkling with the same mischief that had haunted him since their first encounter.

"What do you want?"

"Oh, so rude Mouse," Amalia cooed, her grin never faltering. "I just wanted to remind you that I've seen everything. Your little pee-pee, your white butt turning red your, crybaby face—it's all so adorable."

The nanny stepped in, her eyes flickering with something between anger and determination. "Felix," she said, her voice low and serious. "You will perform to the best of your abilities tonight. Do you understand?"

"Yes, ma'am," he murmured.

The nanny warned him: "Remember, no missteps tonight. We can't have another...incident." Her eyes flicked to Amalia, who was still watching with that infuriating smile.

"I understand," Felix murmured.

"If you disappoint me again, if you don't play perfectly, I will spank you worse than the last time," she whispered her voice a cold promise. She looked up at Amalia, who was watching with an amused expression. "And she will be the first to see it."

Amalia's grin grew wider, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Oh, I do hope you're not too much of a baby this time, Mouse," she taunted. "I'd love to see you over her knee again showing your pale butt, crying like a baby and begging for mercy, and your little pee-pee."

Felix's cheeks burned with anger, his fists clenching at his sides. "I'll show you," he said. "I'll play so well..." but deeply inside he was not convinced.

Amalia's eyes narrowed, and the challenge was accepted. She knew exactly how to push his buttons, and she had no intention of letting up.

The end