"As the Royal Adjudicator, it is your sworn duty to punish nobles who have fallen short of our goals and our expectations. As you know, Landgräfin Enneleyn Cecilia Ilfriede von Falkenstein has, time and time again, let her lands fall victim to the ravages of anarchic insurrectionists. Although in some respects we admire her gentle, motherly rule, these failures are unacceptable. Thus, it is your charge as Royal Adjucator to castigate her for her failures. Of course, we know that chastening your own fellow nobles is already a heavy burden to bear, much less your own younger sister. As such, we have furnished Enneleyn von Falkenstein with a modified version of the Crown Corrective Cathode. Instead of delivering a painful disciplinary shock, the device will instead... well, we'll let you see for yourself."
The note was embossed with the seal of the Royal Judges, and signed by the Head Arbiter himself, certifying its authenticity.
Underneath the note was a small gilded remote, affixed with only a dial, marked from one to ten, along with a solitary button. I retired to the manor's library to study the remote alone, looking for signs of the aforementioned alterations. The remote was, as far as I could tell, identical to the standard Crown Corrective Cathode's remote, but perhaps the modifications were on the Cathode itself. I ran my fingers over the remote, pondering the fact that I had to adjudicate my own sister. I was prepared to do so, as I was bound by my oath. But, if this modified device won't shock her, what will it do instead? I feared for something terrible, but I knew that, despite their sternness, the Royal Judges were fair in their arbitrations. Undoubtedly, they had only the best in mind.
As if by happenstance, Enneleyn entered the room, unbeknownst to my presence. Despite her current dishonor, she still maintained an air of dignity. She wore a modest yet beautiful red-and-white dress, and her silken copper-colored hair cascaded down her shoulders. That, in combination with her small, nearly frail body, made her look quite like a doll.
As my manor's layout was still a bit unfamiliar to her, she tapped along slowly with her decorated cane (by the mercy of the Royal Judges, she was permitted to stay within the premises of my own manor for the duration of her sentence). My sister carefully made her way to the rearmost wall of the library, where I had stocked a number of braille books for when she visited.
I looked at the remote once more. If there was a time to test the disciplinary device, it would be now, away from the eyes of gossiping servants. I confirmed that the remote's dial was set to the lowest setting, and gave the button a swift press, as if it would burn me if I held it down for any longer. Just then, I heard a slight buzz, and Enneleyn softly yet sharply exhaled, stopping in her tracks. Indeed, I did not deliver pain, for I knew any amount would make my delicate sister cry out. Then, what could it be?
To confirm, I switched the dial to the "2" setting, and pressed the button once more, holding it for a second this time.
"Aaah!" Enneleyn moaned as the device buzzed louder. The sudden sensation caused her to drop her cane and double over as her hands reached toward her thighs.
I nearly gasped myself at what I saw, but I kept my mouth shut to keep my presence concealed. This Corrective Cathode did not deliver pain, no—it delivered stimulation.
As Enneleyn, cheeks flushed crimson-red, kneeled to the ground to search for her cane, I was simply taken aback. Was I to punish her by inflicting her with overwhelming pleasure? Although it is certainly a preferable alternative to causing my sister pain, the act was perverse, wrong even. And yet, it was my duty as Royal Adjudicator to do so.
I looked at the remote's dial and button once more as Enneleyn rose to her feet with her cane, still unaware of my presence.