Monsters under the bed. She didn't have those. There was no pentagram either, despite what they talked about throughout her spanking. Well there was one now, glowing brightly like blasphemy. To cause some predictable trouble probably.
Her back against the wall still, she stared at him. “As you wish,” she ended up saying after a while of ominous glaring. Her freshly beaten bottom presented itself once more when she turned around again. It wasn't awfully fun to just stand there facing the wall. It was a complimentary punishment though, commonly practised.
Admittedly, she wasn’t quick to discard the idea that he might use this opportunity to just leave to spend the rest of the day away from this odd incident. But he did return. And her bottom welcomed him in the same position. It sounded like he’d brought some items too. Some cleaning supplies.
“It felt longer,” she said and got out of her little corner. On paper, there wasn't anything awfully peculiar about someone cleaning her own room. However, wearing a close-fitting leotard tended to make things tricky.
She walked up to him first. “You’re getting used to this. Ordering me around.” Inches below the jewel on her forehead, her eyes narrowed. “Just remember I can send people to other dimensions.” Next to that, floor cleaning must have been less than a walk in the park for someone like her. Well she supposed it had to be manual labor this time though. “I can remove any stain.”
With some red stains on her arse, she got to work then. First, she pushed the bed away to uncover the whole shape. Making sure Robin was right behind her, she sank to her knees and hands on the floor. The sponge was dipped and soap was added. Though she doubted he cared too much about those parts. Anyhow, she held the sponge with both hands, pressed against the floor. She drew it back and forth. From the knee up, her whole body moved with it. A little above the floor, the knelt heroine’s jutting bum moved forward, and came back. The bottom edge of her leotard subsequently went between her cheeks and got out in the process. As a demon, she was scrubbing a pentagram at a human’s command. “Tell me to work faster,“ she suggested, apparently enjoying the irony.
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