Sophia, while short-tempered and quick to defend her art, wasn't one to use such heavy-handed methods to get her point across. She loved to bluster and bark, yet was just as quick to back down if things got too heated. And yet here she was, pulling the princess of the kingdom over her desk for a thorough, and lengthy paddling upon their wobbly hindquarters. It was a spur-of-the-moment decision that she had little intention of delivering. Just a handful of smacks to make the blonde admit that her butt was big and fat. Alas, not only was there a lack of pleading, but Zelda wasn't even trying to squirm her way out of it!
"Zis girl.." Sophia huffs under her breath. Only one answer came to the artist's mind; Zelda must have assumed that the artist wouldn't push things any further! Her bluff was called, and now she was faced with an ultimatum. She could sheepishly withdraw and allow Zelda to walk out of her with a slightly sore rump and a guarantee that the sculpture's lower half would be downsized. Or, she could double down. All it took was a sly glance back at Zelda's propped-up bottom, taking a moment to admire the caboose that seemed to be built for a firm palm to make her choice.
"Feh! Is zat so? Perhaps a closer look iz in order," Sophia offers, punctuated with a few more quick slaps that sent that bottom a'wobbling to and fro. A noisy scratching of her painted fingernails fills the air as she drags her fingers up Zelda's left cheek, only to hook into the elastic of the blonde's leggings again. As easy as it was to hike the malleable fabric up the deep valley 'twixt her plump cheeks, the reverse was even easier.
Fwip! A sudden tug downward reeled the waistband over Zelda's pale rump, past her thighs until it stretched between the girl's thighs. An amused chuckle passes the artist's lips as she reels her hand back, all whilst getting a good look at the 'modest bum' the princess was so insistent on having.
"Tut-tut! Seeing this rear of yours first-hand, your criticism is anything but constructive-!" She exclaims, only to greet Zelda's partially exposed rump with the first of many smacks! Her palm meets the bare flesh of the blonde's rump for the first time, earning a satisfying 'crack' of her palm that reverberates for a moment. "It only serves to distract from an already-distractingly-large bottom... that is far from modest!" Smack, swat, smack! Three more claps of her palm against Zelda's thick, panty-clad bottom to drive her point home. "I shall smack your fat buttocks throughout the rest of my shift if I must. Painting is part of ze job after all, and right now I see a bottom in need of a fresh coat of red!"
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