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She had always considered her mistress to possess the gold standard for the female body. She could never look like that; she was too butch, among other things. But seeing Linarei like this... she never realised it before, but the girl carried quite a bit of superfluous padding on her caboose. She wondered how many 'spanks' it would take to bring a good flush of colour to every last square inch.
The council had not been specific about which, if any acts other than sex could or could not take place, and Filipia was confident that something like this was ultimately up to her discretion. 'Spanking' was not a planned part of Linarei's punishment, and had never appeared in the many fantasies Filipia had entertained over the last few weeks. But in the heat of the moment, curiosity might just get the better of her.
Barus must have detected her indecision, because he began to elaborate. "I'll tell you about the worst time Clarion ever got spanked. She was 20, and a noble from the city visited our forge with his son to pick up a sword he had commissioned for the lad's 21st birthday. Yes, I have another sorrowful tale about another noble father and son, can you believe that?
"Anyway, it was an important job for Father, and he put a lot of thought into how to present the completed work. He asked Clarion to put on her best dress, braid her hair and decorate it with flowers. After the guests had been plied with refreshments at our table, she came in looking her very prettiest, and holding a cushion before her, upon which rested the sword looking most resplendent."
Barus shook his head at the memory. "It was a terrible day, and even I, who usually delighted in seeing my sister punished, knew it went too far - though I did nothing to help her. When she got near the table, the noble son put his leg out and tripped her. The sword flew and pierced the chair where upon the Lord sat, before clattering on the ground. To make things worse, there was damage to the hilt. Father was livid, and he blamed Clarion. She blurted out that she had been tripped, and, since I was the only person seated such that I had seen it, he asked me. And I lied."
"You didn't!"
"To my everlasting regret, I did. The problem was, I relished seeing my sister spanked, and though I couldn't say why at the time, I know now it was because I was fascinated by her young woman's body. My mother had died giving birth to me, so Clarion was the only female I saw in a private setting.
"I insisted that she tripped on her own skirts, and Father said that she would now be in even more trouble for making a false accusation against a nobleman. The Lord requested that he spank her right there on the spot, but her dress was long and poofy, and he couldn't get decent access to her bottom. He ordered her to take it off entirely, and when she did, she was left standing there in nothing but little pink panties."
"Oh. She wore no camisole, or bra?"
"No," Barus answered with distaste. Though he had apparently wanted to see his sister's body at the time, it was clear that the memory now bought him nothing but pain. Regrets. If Filipia had one, it was that she had neglected to actually live her own life for the last 100 years. "Well, she usually did, but that day she had tried to maximise her appeal, and the dress featured a neckline with a deep plunge. I think she had wanted the nobles to see a hint of her bare flesh."
Filipia considered her own recent desire to develop her sex appeal, and felt pity for the girl. "But I guess she ended up showing a lot more than she bargained for."
"Indeed. That was the first and only time I had seen my sister's bare woman's breasts, though she tried to cover herself with her hands. That didn't last, because the Lord ordered her to pull down her panties herself, and bend over forward to place her hands over the backrest of a chair.
"Father spanked Clarion long and hard, with the rest of us watching intently throughout. For my part, I was entranced by the spectacle of her breasts jostling with each strike. Along with the rest of them, I ignored her streams of tears and her pleas for mercy. My sister had not deserved such admonishment. But, I know who has." Barus turned his face towards the captive figure on the bed. "In case you were wondering... this is the kind of spanking I wish to give to our naughty, overly proud ex-Archpriestess."
Linarei's gasp was audible from several metres away. Filipia had already made up her mind, but Barus continued just as she opened her mouth to speak. "When Father was satisfied he had left sufficient marks on her bottom, she tried to leave. We both understood that a spanking always included corner time, but she begged that she at least be permitted to fetch a shirt from upstairs. Father denied her. Worse, that deplorable son demanded that she give him her panties. I remember him sniffing them as he watched Clarion's squirming red butt in the corner, and he speculated about the cause of a wet smear he found on the gusset."
"That poor girl," Filipia ventured, and she found herself pushing her thighs tightly together. So... men did know that a lady's undergarment could get soiled sometimes. It sounded like the young woman from the story had been looking forward to meeting the nobleman, dressing her best and presenting the sword to him. It wasn't hard to appreciate that she may have become excited, at least until the day took a turn towards the sinister. Doubtless the panties Filipia wore right now had the same problem. The knight hoped her face didn't look as flushed as it felt.
If Barus somehow saw through her, he didn't show it. "Anyway, the rest isn't really relevant for our purposes this evening. But there you have it. I want to spank our dear priestess as Clarion was spanked. I want her to reflect on her actions while I take my time decorating her lovely ass with the marks of a thousand hand prints."
"F-Filipia!" Linarei shrieked without a shred of composure, and her body was shaking like a leaf. "You mustn't let him-"
"-Hush, mistress. Please, allow me to handle this."
She considered her next words carefully; this was a pivotal moment for setting a precedent for how the Archpriestess may be treated not just this evening, but for all the evenings to come. Filipia was horny. And though she didn't show it, she was deeply hurt by the revelations of Linarei's abuse of her, and her comrades in the Society of Primordial Paladins. Filipia stared in awe at the target area for the proposed disciplinary action. What a beautiful round ass her mistress possessed! Any other day she may have likely just said 'no', but in that moment Filipia passed her own judgement onto the Archpriestess.
"My good Barus," she began. "I've witnessed a noble nature in you, for your considerate approach to this... awful business of punishing her eminence the Archpriestess. And she repaid your good nature by disgracing herself and bruising up your poor old balls. Truly egregious behaviour! I do believe she is in need of one of these 'spankings' - and a thorough one at that. I will permit the punishment to begin immediately, and I won't consider it an act of violence. My sword will remain sheathed, so long as you keep your activities in line with those you just described."
"Thank you very much, my lady Filipia," Barus said, and he proceeded to mount the bed, positioning himself behind Linarei with obvious purpose. "It will be my honour to carry out this duty."
"Filipia Designation Zwei!" Linarei chastised. "You can't be serious! If he lands a hand on me, I'll make certain your treacherous backside is punished worse! Multitudes worse!"
"Yes, well," Filipia said with a sigh, feeling a little tired of hearing threats that could not be seen through. "Perhaps that wouldn't be so bad." Barus threw her a knowing wink, and rubbed his hand over their ex-ruler's squirming butt. The image of his hand on her flawless porcelain flesh excited Filipia further, and almost made her lose her breath. She wanted to watch properly! To see every detail of the spanking from a comfortable vantage point.
"Just a moment, mister," Filipia strode over to the lounge area. She picked up one of the armchairs, and carried it past the bed. As she did, Linarei looked at her with a forlorn expression, silver eyes shining with moisture that implored her to intervene. It would remain a novelty for some time, seeing such an expression on the tyrant's face. But she could not take the tears very seriously. She had observed the girl's response to their visitor's treatment so far. It was obvious that her body wanted this, though her stubborn pride seemed to be prevailing. For now.
Perhaps this 'spanking' would deal with some of that pride? Linarei would do well to learn her new station, and she was about to be brought down a few pegs. Filipia said nothing to her, but flashed her a smile that she hoped would appear wicked to her former mistress and ruler. She placed the chair near the foot of the bed, centred behind Linarei's bound body. "I will need to supervise at all times. To ensure the relative safety of her eminence, of course."
"But of course," Barus said with a big grin; was her voyeuristic interest in this that transparent? She looked at Linarei, well, specifically, at her poor, exposed behind, and the manhandling she was receiving there. She had seen her mistress naked before, but never in a humiliating pose such as this. Nobody had. This would have been the first time in Linarei's unnaturally long life that she would endure anything of this nature.
She stared at that ass from up-close now, so vulnerable looking, so white and free of any blemish. That was about to change. And she couldn't help but notice that despite Linarei's best efforts to keep her feet and knees closed together, her genitals were largely visible, bunched as they were into the small gap between her thighs. Filipia thought it a provocative celebration of female beauty, one that was all the more charming for the girl's disagreement for being objectified so. Yes, her conscious behaviour certainly objected, however...
Good Auralux, she is soaked!
As she watched, Barus dipped a finger down to those exposed pussy lips. He made a gooey trace along the line where they met, and Filipia hissed with excitement. He would only need to press down a little, and he would be inside of her! Linarei's vagina was clearly ready to accept him. But, apparently he had more restraint than she expected from a man of his station, for he withdrew after just one slow, teasing stroke. Even so, his finger was still connected to her by a long, silver thread of viscous moisture. It was as if her body were trying to pull him back in, as if her lady-parts demanded more of that kind of attention. "She really does need a spanking," Filipia murmured.
After the string of Linarei's arousal finally snapped, Barus moved over to the front of the bed to face her. "See how well you've prepared, my dear? Would you like to taste yourself?"
Filipia couldn't quite see, but she heard the nude girl spit angrily. Barus held up his contaminated hand and sighed. "That's too bad," he said. "But there's plenty more where that came from."
Were her own 'preparations' quite so inordinate? "Let's find out," she whispered to herself, and she slipped a hand under the waistbands of both her leggings and her panties beneath. Unlike Linarei's mysteriously hair-free outer labia, Filipia sported quite a dense carpet down there. When her fingers came in contact with the thick patch that sprouted around her entrance, they became sticky with the juices that had matted her pubes together.
How was there so much wetness? She was shocked! She sometimes awoke from a heated dream in a state like this, but never during the day, and certainly not around other people. Needless to say, she was not the same Filipia this afternoon. Inspired by Barus' suggestion, she brought her fingers to her mouth and sampled her own feminine musk.
"How about you, how does yours taste?" She snapped her head up and saw Barus regarding her intently. He was not leering as he did at Linarei; there was respect behind those cool eyes. She was sure she should have felt embarrassed, but... she managed to smile back and shrug her shoulders. A sudden whim took her. She unfastened the first two buttons of her tunic, and leaned back into the armchair, whilst keeping her chest thrust forwards.
Filipia preened under her awareness of being watched. She may have lacked Linarei's youthful firmness, but her bust was large, and these days she chose bras that flattered her shape. She slid one hand into that gap, and cupped herself. Oh, yes, she thought, as a mild feeling of relief washed over her chest. She looked up and made eye contact with Barus once more. He had wiped away his smile, as was appropriate; such uncharacteristic behaviour from Filipia Designation Zwei should not be made light of.
She interpreted his expression as appreciation for a sensual woman near his own age putting on a show, and found a thrill in playing some part in this. She pursed her lips, and returned her wet fingers back down and under the front of her pants. A delicious quiver of heightened sensitivity confirmed it wouldn't be long before she would want to pay special attention to her clit, but for now she started by teasing herself down the length of her lips.
Barus was still staring at her, and she felt like he could discern every gentle squeeze she gave to her breast. She assumed that he could tell precisely where each of her fingertips touched inside her panties. She was laid out and exposed to him. Not like Linarei was, but she felt as if he understood what she was thinking. He knew now that she had a perverted side, and that she was going to enjoy this. He wouldn't want to disappoint her, and so she should expect a good show.
"You may begin," Filipia declared, and she relaxed a little more into the armchair. She gave in wholly to dark desires she was only now learning had festered within her, and settled in for a wicked, long overdue masturbation.
"Yeee-aargh!" The first spank brought hot pain to both of Linarei's butt-cheeks. Barus' large hand struck her in an arc of continuous motion, such that it did not linger on her skin for even a moment after contact. Consequently, she felt her bottom wobble from the impact, a sensation that was as uncomfortable as it was embarrassing.
How unfair! By the time he had finished subduing and restraining her, and teasing her breasts and nipples, Linarei had actually felt about as ready as she would ever be to receive the punishment she had been sentenced to. Just moments ago he had been caressing her bottom with affection, and she didn't need him to tell her that her vagina had made sufficient preparations to receive him. Her will to resist him had been stripped away, along with her clothing and most of her pride.
In truth, she couldn't quite bring herself to contemplate actually being violated by that huge mushroom-like head of the man's penis. But since escape was now out of the question, she just wanted this ordeal to be over. Now, instead, there was all this preposterous 'spanking' nonsense.
How dare he humiliate her by drawing this out for so long! Was this new council so incompetent that they did not think to put some kind of time limit on these 'punishment sessions'? And now that she just got her first taste of the spanking, she felt despair. It was cruel, and unnecessary. And she assumed he still planned to rape her regardless.
"You got quite a reaction from her, but it seems disproportionate to the damage. I don't see a mark at all." Linarei could scarcely believe that Filipia seemed to have turned against her. Apparently she had allowed herself to be seduced by the depraved spectacle, but that was most unexpected.
As Debugger, she had not bothered to spend a great deal of personal time with her Primordial Paladins, but she at least knew Filipia Designation Zwei to be a prudish woman, and insecure. But she only had to listen to the words exchanged between her and the man to know that Filipia had changed. Moreover, the woman was inspired by the afternoon's untoward events, and was discovering a new side to herself right here and now.
"There is a certain finesse to this," Barus replied with a casual tone that she found infuriating. "The aim is not to injure the miscreant with the first strike. It is about drawing the punishment out for as long as possible, with light strikes that slowly accumulate. The marks will come, just wait a little longer."
And then he smacked her for the second time, targeting just one of her cheeks. Linarei couldn't help but cry out again. It already hurt so much, and she still had the misery of this 'accumulative effect' to look forward to?
The couple of minutes he had spent rubbing her ass, gently kneading it in a way that seemed affectionate, had all been part of his art. She knew from the first two whacks that the main reason for his tenderness had been to butter her up for this discipline. Her circulation had increased, sending blood to her erogenous zones and to the surface of the skin being touched. He had tricked her body, got her worked up and extra sensitive - only to abuse her this cruelly.
Slap! "Nnnnnooooo!" She shrieked when her other buttock was slapped with the same accuracy and technique, but with a little more force. She felt her ass wobbling again, and it was still doing so when the next blow hit home.
"Owwweee oww!" Linarei kicked her feet on the bed, and tried to move the big round target she presented in an attempt to dodge the next blow. But thanks to the chain forming a harness under her hips, she was barely able to move them a couple of inches. There would be no avoiding the man's assault; she was completely and utterly at his mercy!
The followup strike was softer, but still made her gasp. It was followed by several more in quick succession, and she endured the discomfort of having her butt jiggle about furiously. He was using both hands, one on each cheek. But he alternated his strikes and adjusted his timing so that each slap hit a cheek as the other began to fall, creating endless centripetal motion.
"I don't know whether to watch your ass or your tits. Both are wobbling so nicely when I spank you."
Linarei looked down, and blinked away her tears. They had all but dried up while Barus and Filipia had been talking, but after the first few spanks, they were again streaming down her face without restraint. Not that she cared about that anymore. One of her 'tits' as he called them was lost amongst her hair. The other was exposed and pushed proudly forward thanks to the shackles that pulled her arms high and wide. He smacked her again, and sure enough, her tit heaved forward with the momentum he transferred into her.
"Ho-oh!" Such a vulgar sight! It riled her, that she should have to endure this with a developed woman's body. Surely the humiliation and discomfort of her 'wobbling bits' was not an intended aspect of the punishment's design!
The faster spanks continued. They were light enough not to harm her beyond the endless barrage of sharp stings, but carried just sufficient power to keep everything jiggling out of control. Her awareness of the tenderness in her breasts started to drive her mad. They kept slapping into one another, causing pain in each, and she felt as though at any moment they might just burst open somehow.
She was fighting against a need that went well beyond obtaining support for her chest. She longed for someone to caress them properly. To knead out the soreness, and do something about her heavily swollen nipples, one of which was being perpetually teased stiff by her silken hair. She grit her teeth and groaned, trying to distract herself from such urges.
