Dungeon Assistance (Tangerine and Bombay)

[Tangerine]

A long pair of leather boots clacked across the marble floor right at the entrance of the grand throne room. Celaena was pacing alone. The Queen wasn't present. And other than her echoing footsteps, there wasn't else to hear or see in the empty hall. Well, one could argue there was much to see still, considering the natural curves this dark elf’s figure had. On the other hand, people with the right state of mind won't dare to check her out, given that Celaena was the royal tormentor.

Although she did her job efficiently and effectively, and quite liked it to be honest, the Queen occasionally assigned someone to aid her. A temporary one-day assistant to, well, assist her in the dungeons. Apparently, there were things even this capable 90-year-old elf couldn't do alone. Or 26 in human appearance.

The leather tunic she wore covered her cerulean skin from neck to mid thigh. So, the garment was proper at the top, but flirty at the bottom. It was said that it was another layer of torment Celaena liked to subject her victims to, teasing them with a glimpse they could almost catch but never did. Or she just enjoyed flaunting her light blue legs while wandering around the castle.

Upon sighting her new helper, she received her by the double doors of the hall. “Late,” she squinted, leaning back against the wooden frame. Her understanding of being on time was arriving half an hour before. Similarly, her late was fifteen minutes before. “It's not quite favourable to be on the first day of your one-day job, don’t you think?” she asked. “Lucky you’re here to help, and not to be helped with your tardiness.”

[Bombay]

Being called upon by the Queen’s royal tormentor is no small task! No wonder she was asked to assist her among the other knightly options. Joana is clearly the strongest, wisest, most experienced…and she currently was assigned to ‘the watch’ instead of a different, more important task. It doesn’t matter in Joana’s mind why she was chosen, the fact of the matter is that she was chosen over everyone else. She’s going to make her queen proud so she will call upon her for more important tasks in the future.

Even if Joana has never personally met Celaena, she’s definitely sent people to her clutches. Thieves, liars, prisoners of war, it didn’t matter. If they were caught by the town guard and found guilty, they’d find their way to Celaena. Word on the streets was she’s a no-nonsense elf. One glare is enough to send a shiver down your spine that erupts your bottom in a burning sting. Clearly, she’s not someone to trifle with. At least, her assignment only requires them to interact for one day.

Wearing her knightly armor, Joana held her helmet in her arms as she walked. For what she’s about to do, the head protection would just get in the way. Her long, flowing blonde hair flows down her polished plate. Her crimson red undergarments shined against the sunlight and leather boots clicked against the stone beneath her. Overtime, she’s learned to keep her big mouth shut regarding this uniform.

She didn’t make it far in the castle before she was caught with her partner for the day. “Excuse me?” The girl growled at the accusatory tone in Celaena’s voice. “You told me to be here at nine, and I’m here. What do you mean I’m late?” Joana growled loudly. “They must have given me the wrong time, but that’s not my fault” she defended.

[Tangerine]

As the good knight's rich voice filled the hall and bounced off the walls, Celaena grimaced. While she knew many to use on others, loud noises was one way to torment her due to the sensitivity of her pointy ears. “Are you done?” she asked. “Move then.” Leading the way, she walked into the hall. Beyond the door halfway down the hall and to the left was the stairs that would start their descent to the dungeon.

“So, did you forget to put your bottoms on because you were so late? Or you just prefer it this way?” The elf teased as she held the door for her dear helper. About Joana, things certainly curved and widened quite a bit below the waist. It would have been awfully fun to work on this loyal dog as a jailbird. Or was it more of a wolf? Intriguing regardless. “Too bad you weren't sent here because of a dishonourable act instead of helping me.”

“Not afraid, are you?” Sunlight failed to penetrate into underground regions of the castle. It naturally got darker, colder, and moist. One could have easily lost one's sense of time down there. Blazing sconces and candles illuminated the place. Finally, Celaena slowed down upon arriving at an iron door. An armoured guard controlled the access through it. When he spotted the royal tormentor, he nodded and opened the door.

“Good night,” the guard greeted the two as the elf strode past him and entered the dungeon. And he didn't mind stealing a glance at her from behind. “One of these days, it’ll be me Lena!” The guard set his eyes on the supple knight, whom their lovely Queen had commissioned instead. He offered a nod to Joana as well, waiting to close the door after the dog knight.

“No. You won't,” Celaena responded to his little banter before he could. “And it's morning by the way.”

This was the topmost floor of the dungeon, reserved for people who worked there. Something of a common room. The cells and other less lovely places were below it. Celaena turned on her heel, facing her one-day partner. “So… The primary punishment method we use here. Say you didn't wear those cute little red knickers? But your bum still looked red? Are you getting it?”

[Bombay]

“Actually no, I would love to gnaw your ear off with how wrong you. I’ve only met you for a few moments an-Hey! Where are you going, get back here! I’m not done talking to you!” Joana barked, but she followed behind regardless. This castle is like a maze, but she’d need to learn it when she becomes a proper knight after her big promotion! Being this dungeoneer’s assistant is one small step on her path!

Blushing deeply at this question, a low growl came from the woman “First of all, I wasn’t late. How many times do I need to remind you? Secondly, I didn’t make this uniform. If it was up to me, there’d be ample protection of my flank” She justified. In reality, anyone seeing her red undergarments with any knowledge of the town’s guardsman would know this was a punishment from her commanders. Without her bottoms, anyone would have easier access to her bottom. “Oh hush, I would never get sent to such a vulgar and dank dungeon. I am a proper woman and a loyal knight.”

“M-Me? Bah, I am never afraid! Sure…this is rather far underground…and the cold winds are ominous. Not only that, but I am also technically at your mercy by the queen’s orders. Bu-But someone like me never gets scared of such trifles! I’ve faced adversaries thrice as scary!” Joana tried to build herself up with her words, but her body was clearly shaking, and her armor clanged as they descended. Joana looked at the guard. She felt almost felt bad for them. It must be depressing working down here for so many hours in a day. Still, on her path, she might have this job at some point.

Joana’s fear was replaced with a beaming smile. “Did you hear that? He called me a ‘good knight’. Clearly, he knows one when he sees one” She chuckled, not realizing her mistake. Her tail wagged from side to side as she walked with a more confident stride. “What did he mean by that? What will he be?” She asked.

Joana blushed “Excuse me? What do you mean by that? I have already explained why I am wearing these thank you very much!” She barked once again. “As for why my bottom is a shade darkened…I may have gotten a few smacks the night prior for my captain…but that is none of your concern got it?”

[Tangerine]

It was the mysterious nature of the royal dungeons, she supposed, it turned dogs into curious cats. Though curiosity wasn't always a good thing around these parts, where people came to be punished and left humbled. Of course, Joana was sent for a different reason, which she probably didn't know much about. Still, it could be a dangerous place for those who weren't in custody as well. As Celaena already knew well and the good knight would soon find out.

“I was speaking hypothetically, but I’m hardly surprised that someone like you has earned herself a smack or two,” the elf said. As the person in charge, it was actually one of her main concerns what new shade someone's behind gained in the dungeons. “Anyhow. I was trying to say that the primary method of punishment down here is spanking,“ she explained. Well, the exact verb could have changed depending on which implement was used if any, but that was the gist of it. “Actually, just follow me, let me show you.”

Despite what she said, she elected to walk behind the knight while on their way to the lower floors. “Hm..” Of course, since Joana’s tush was such a big piece of distraction, she eyed it. “I'm not sure if your commander did a good job.”

After moving down the winding staircase, Celaena walked up to one of the cells, clapping her hands to steal the attention of the blonde captive who was on the other side of the bars. One would expect dwarves to be tough. Well this one was quite soft, more so below that slim waist of hers. And could have potentially challenged Joana in plumpness.

Drawing herself closer to the knight, she whispered in her ear. “She sneaked into the royal library, apparently. The Queen didn't like it very much.” Since it wasn't that big of a crime, certainly not as big as this dwarf’s bottom, her penalty had been spending some time over Celaena’s lap, and bearing the handprints of the occasion.

“Alright Senica, turn around and show your backside to the good knight,” the elf called out. “This is your last moon here, don't act up now. Come near the bars too.”

[Bombay]

“And someone like you has never earned a smack from your superior? Please, it keeps bad workers in line and gives good ones reminders” Joana argued with the elf. “If someone like me could earn a few smacks, then surely you must have” Joana boasted. “Uh huh…well, that makes sense. After all, it gives proper motivation” The woman began “Erm…let me guess, depending on the crime means how long you spend down here and the implement choice?” Joana took a shot in the dark. But it looks like she’s getting more of a visual answer than anything else.

“H-Hey, what the hell? I’m supposed to be following you!” Joana argued with a sheepish squeal. As much as she loves walking down a cold and dim hallway with a punisher right behind her quivering bottom, she’d much prefer that the disciplinarian guided her from the front. “Grrrrr, do you ever shut up? My commander did a fine job! I just know how to tend to a sore bottom” Joana argued with a deep blush growing on her cheeks. Her flank has never felt more exposed now that Celaena’s critical eyes are on them.

Each cell was worse than the other. Buff soldiers from other kingdoms, chained thieves who clanged as the two walked by, enemies hidden in complete darkness. It was enough to make her shake with fear, although she’d swear it was the cold! Now that they stopped at one of the cells, Joana elected to stand behind the slightly taller woman. Her gaze peeked into the cell and…it was nothing more than a stout dwarf. What could be her crime?

Senica was in her own world as she quietly huddled herself in the corner and ate some spare bread she was given. The clap rang through the cell, startling the dwarf to her core. That clap never meant anything good, she’d heard it enough. “Y-Yes ma’am…” the girl obediently said. Senica was wearing a simple sack that covered her top, but conveniently left her bottoms exposed. Slinking forward, Senica’s bare feet brushed against the stone below. When she got closer to the bars, she bent over and touched her ankles. A bright red bottom blushed at the two. It’s unclear whether this punishment was recent or not, but what was clear is she learned her lesson. From the tearstained expression, to the even color, to her shaking obedience. Senica will never go anywhere close to the royal library anytime soon.

Joana examined the bottom in front of her. She felt a little jealous since it looked like Senica’s rump rivaled even her own! Plus, it worked on the skinnier dwarf. But that’s neither here nor there. “I’ve seen better from my own commander; it looks like you’re getting soft Celaena” Joana threw out a complete lie to build herself up more.

[Tangerine]

Set aside the details such as the intensity, and the practicality, and the duration; and things were pretty straight-forward in the dungeon: You do something bad up there, you get punished for it down here. Perhaps an oversimplification, especially considering the fact that politics played a part too sometimes, but that was essentially it. Of course, Celaena would insist that it wasn’t that simple and what she did was no easy task, but it wasn’t exactly rocket science either. And Joana seemed to start having a grasp of it. Well that was the point of showing the cute dog-knight around. Still, she didn’t want her to be too well versed in how punishments worked and how an exceptional one was delivered.

While waiting for the poor dwarf to, assume position she supposed, Celaena couldn’t help but mull over bits of their conversation. Superiors, and the maintenance smacks they willed.. Ironically, Joana had summarised it fairly well, why their beautiful Queen wanted an extra pair of hands in the dungeon.

In terms of letting them have a better view of her wide bum, Senica chose a position only too well. Surely, her bottom, and more, was impossible to miss when she was bent like that. And from the colour alone, it should have been clear that the elf hadn't failed to make sure Senica would remember not to read the wrong book from the wrong library the next time she sat down to flip through one. Apparently, her partner thought differently.

“Better?” Celaena knitted her brows. “Unless your commander is the Queen herself, they can’t hope to do better than that.” Palm facing up, she extended an arm towards the dwarf’s large bum. “Just look at that.” She then pushed her hand through the bars, and pinched one of those hefty buns, trusting the sting will make Senica agree with her. Vocally at that. It also worried Celaena, if the knight didn’t think a bum turned this red might not be punished well enough, what did she consider sufficient?

“You aren't colour blind, are you?” To let Joana admire her work better, she stepped aside, leaning back against the neighbouring cell’s bars. Behind those bars, a young woman, currently lying, raised her head to see the tormentor standing outside her cell. She sighed and got up. While shuffling towards the small table nearby, she didn’t stop mumbling curses. Mistakenly thinking it must be time for another one, she sat on the table and raised her legs. On her exposed upturned tush, one could see some faint red strokes, running across her cheeks. “Alright. Ready to continue Joana?” the elf asked.

[Bombay]

“I know what I said, I don’t understand why you’re so surprised” The woman replied while shrugging her shoulders. In truth, this was a better than acceptable spanking. Some might say extraordinary. But, Joana is still going to play it down, for her own sake. Maybe she can make Celaena believe she could take a harsher punishment than she could dish out. Maybe Celaena would think she’s stronger than what she presents. At least, that’s her train of through with her lies. “Oh please, if you really think that, then you’re more delusional that the lunatics you keep here” Joana brushed her argument off.

When Senica saw the hand extend towards her, she flinched. She thought she was punished enough, she doesn’t need a repeat lesson! Luckily, Celaena was arguing her own case, stating that she was properly punished. That made the dwarf exhale loudly, the tension in her body melting slightly. That was, until a sharp pinch made her squeak loudly. Her squeals of pain echoed through the confined cell, but she didn’t dare break position.

“E-Excuse me!? That is a rotten rumor! I can see colors just fine, thank you very much! Just…some are duller than others…” the dog knight argued. Turning around to face the dungeon master, she had to admit that she ran a right ship. Clearly these prisoners present her with the utmost obedience. Starting at the red bottom on the second prisoner, her previous argument is becoming less and less strong. “Yes, I suppose it's best to move on. These two have already been dealt with for your level of acceptance” Joanna stated.

[Tangerine]

“Well you aren't missing much, There aren't vibrant colours here,” she suggested. It was a dungeon after all, not a ballroom where a lavish lord or lady received their flamboyant guests. Granted, some spankings produced vibrant reds and pinks to break the monotony, but the interior was dull enough. “Apart from those knickers that is,” she pointed at the knight’s underwear, “that scream check out my little bum.”

Deciding they spent enough time there, Celaena pushed herself away from the bars, gesturing for her canine companion to follow her. This time, she did take the lead. “The little part was sarcasm if you can't tell,” she said while walking.

A random voice came from the cells. “I can tell.”

Moving past more cells, some full and some empty, Celaena turned around and opted to walk backwards before she eventually came to a stop. She intended to continue with Joana’s accelerated orientation.

“I believe you’ve seen what we do here. But with what we do it, right?” The elf stepped aside, revealing the stone wall behind her. Well, it wasn’t the wall she wanted to show, but the implements hung on it. A few paddles, a riding crop, a fancy hairbrush from the Queen’s bedroom, and some others she didn’t want to highlight at the moment. That was hardly the full collection, but it should have been enough to be a showcase for the dungeon’s arsenal. “So, we have a couple of tools at our disposal.” Holding one of those tools was an easy way to increase the severity of the punishment, or decrease it. However, not all of them were like how they looked. One implement could sound worse than it hurt, another could look cute but bite strong. Thankfully, it was fairly easy to learn which did what. “Anyhow, you have to know how they feel.” she tapped her palm against the table that stood against the wall, which she wanted Joana over. “If you don't mind..”

[Bombay]

“Hey, I’m just being transparent with you! You asked if that stereotype floating around about me was true, and I explained it” Joana defended while crossing her arms. She’s no idiot, she knows what a dungeon is supposed to look like! It doesn’t take a genius.

Rolling her eyes at Celaena, Joana was beginning to get frustrated at her constantly needing to explain something. It’s so condescending, like she’s talking to a child who doesn’t know anything. Joana might not be the hardest paddle in the woodshed, but she’s no moron! “As could I Celaena. Don’t be jealous of my bottom, jealousy doesn’t look good on you” Joana huffed and crossed her arms as she kept pace.

“…An implement I’m guessing?” Joana answered the question. Surely, she didn’t get all these marks with just her hand! Whistling at the wall of implements, it was a tad intimidating. She was really only used to paddles and canes, as that was most commonly used on her. Joana recognized some of the implements, others she only heard through word of mouth, and others she was surprised would be hanging on the wall. This is a dungeon after all, but still! “Uh huh…” Joana blushed gently imagining the marks they would make on a prisoner’s backside. “And this is all of them?” She asked.

Groaning, she knew there would be some catch! It would be too easy just to punish some prisoners! “You have got to be kidding me” The girl argued, crossing her arms. But, she knows better than to argue with a dungeon master. Huffing and grumbling the whole way over, Joana slowly bent herself over the table. Her larger bottom pushed against the red panties, revealing a meaty target for the woman. “And just for the record, I do mind!”