The New Conjunction (a Witcher->Real World crossover)

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Ciri let out an "Eep!" as she felt herself being shoved roughly through into the apartment.

"I'm sorry!", she said after she'd removed her shoes and jacket. "I forgot, it wasn't as if I meant to, I mean...hey, what're you doing??", she asked when she felt herself being dragged along to Denisa's room, and watch her pull out the chair. Her eyes widened

"N...no no no, please!", she pleaded, in vain, of course, as she felt herself being flipped over the young woman's lap. This was a position she was....at least slightly familiar with by now, but never....from...her! That was actually worse than getting it from Daniel!

"Nooo, please don't!", she pleaded as she felt her skirt being raised and her panties being pulled down and then let out a shriek of surprise and embarassment when she felt Denisa's hand descend upon her unprotected backside. It was, indeed, not as hard as Daniel's spankings smack-by-smack, but she was definitely still feeling it due to the faster pace and sheer determination Denisa displayed.

"Pleeeaase aaauuuuuu I'msorryyyyy!", she protested, as she kicked her legs and tried to wriggle off the woman's lap starting to sob, but more from shame than from pain...at least yet. She had no doubt that it would grow very very bad indeed. Giving a spanking was something that grown-ups seemed to know how to do by instinct!

"I won'tagainnn promiiiisse!", she pleaded as she threw her free hand back to try to cover her poor bottom.

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The problem with sheer rage is that it dissipates after a dozen or so slaps land. And her palm stings. Denisa is quite familiar with this situation, though in her youth, it was generally her on the receiving end. Daniel saved her from a large number of spankings indeed, but definitely not all. She stops, for a while, with hand above Ciri's backside, now covered with her hand. That has an obvious solution and she grabs Ciri's wrist and twists her hand behind her back.



"No, Ciri, I'm not stopping. I set out two rules, both of them were for your own safety. And...you...forgot?" Last three words are accompanied by a slap on her thighs each. She remembers it hurts like motherfucker there. And now, holding struggling Ciri over her lap, she decides to continue, while lecturing her like a little kid that she, in fact, is in her eyes right now.



"It's just common fucking sense! Dude you've never seen before turns up and gives you a drink, and you find nothing untoward about it?" She continues, landing a slap after slap on Ciri's reddening backside. "Ciri, I love you, you're like my little sis, but fucking hell, when you do something as stupid as this on my watch, you're not getting away with a warning!" Denisa growls, most of the rage already gone, and now there's a tricky situation of Ciri over her lap, who she can't really just let go now. And her palm is stinging. At which point, her sight lands on the hairbrush. Which, unfortunately for Ciri, is within reach. And so Denisa grabs the hairbrush, up until now only used for her hair, and introduces the flat side to her butt in a long series of smacks.



Or at least, tries to. As it turns out, the cheap brush, not even made of wood, is not suitable for this kind of use. It takes exactly four hits for head to break off. "Fuck!" She exclaims, now only holding half a brush, while the other part bounced off...

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"Aaiiii!", Ciri complained when she felt her hand being restrained against the small of her back, now completely unable to shield herself, her only "defense" being wiggling and kicking her legs, which she did feverishly to try to get SOME kind of relief. She took in the young woman's words, indeed listened very, very attentively as the position she was in and the sting in her behind encouraged her to do.

The slight pause made Ciri think that it was finally over - and then she was proven very, very wrong when she felt the flat side of Denisa's hairbrush slam against her unprotected bottom, and she screamed loudly, jerking up and wriggling as hard as she could to try to get out of this.

"AAAHAAAUUUUUHUUUUUU", she protested, tears starting to form in her eyes, and then she felt another impact of the brush. It was unbearable. And then another. Pure pain and misery. Yet another. Would it never end?
....it suddenly did. The brush stopped landing, but she was still securely fastened over Denisa's lap, by now very humbled, and contrite.

"I'MSSOWWYYYWWAAAHAHAAAHH" she cried, not merely because the spanking hurt like hell - though it did but it wasn't the worst spanking she'd ever gotten, at least not so far - but because of who'd given it to her. She was so ashamed to have this happen from HER. Daniel....well...yes, it sucks, but she knew it could happen with him if she messed up.
But she'd never thought that Denisa would spank her. And it seemed to her instinctively as if their relationship had just changed irreversably.

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The pleading is pretty bad, she has to admit. How is she supposed to continue, when in fact, she'd prefer to hug the crying girl instead. But there is also the fact she messed up, with potentially tragic consequences. She can't really stop now, unless she wants Ciri to remember a couple tears and a bit of pleading can get her out of any trouble.



"Up! I'm not done with you! Move!" Denisa grabs Ciri's arm and pushes her toward bathroom, where she knows there's another, much sturdier hairbrush. "I'll take you more or less wherever you wanna go..." Denisa says, while helping Ciri on the way with a good slap or two every couple steps. "...but there will be rules, and you will follow them!" Slap! "I will not have you drugged up on my watch by some random creep! How the fuck do you think I'd explain that one to Dan?" She grabs another hairbrush, this one made from one piece of wood and not a glued together junk. This one won't be breaking anytime soon.


With no further ceremony, Denisa puts her foot up on a stool and bends Ciri over her knee yet again. "You did like...one of the stupidest things imaginable, and there will be consequences. And I'm pretty sure Dan will have something to say about it as well." She gives Ciri about two seconds to think about that, before getting the brush into action again. She alternates between cheeks, but doesn't forget to give a good smack to her thighs as well occassionaly, determined Ciri shouldn't be forgetting this spanking anytime soon...

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Ciri almost stumbled as Denisa shoved her towards the bathroom, but she managed to keep on her feet, yelling out her displeasure and pain at every slap to her poor "innocent" bottom along the way. Once they got there, it got worse. Because she found ANOTHER hairbrush! And one that looked a lot sturdier than the previous one.
Then she foudn herself bend over Denisa's knee agian, this time in an even more uncomfortable position, completely disregarding the discomfort to her seat. The elevated position meant that she could still not reach the floor either with feet or hands, and she sprawled like a fish out of water, as Denisa - her "cool older sister" set her bottom aflame again with that accurséd hairbrush!

The pain was overwhelming, and the shame even more so! It didn't get any better, of course, when Denisa brought up Daniel, and while Ciri was quickly forgetting where she was due to how insanely awful the spanking was, she did have a pretty good idea of what Daniel's reaction would be, and she managed to let out a "NooopleasedontteellllllAAAHAAAAUHUUUHUUUU" while she could still speak coherently. She screamed like a banshee as the brush just kept descending and descending and descending upon her poor unprotected bottom. And the fact that it was Denisa doing it, was just making it a million times worse.

"PLEEEEHEEEASESSOWWYYYYYYNOTAGAAAAINWWAHAAHAHAAUAU UUU" she bawled as she once again could not stop herself from reaching back to try to cover her poor punished bottom, only wanting this to be over by now!

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The new hairbrush is rather heavy, so Denisa doesn't keep it up for long, even though it might look like an eternity to Ciri. She finishes the spanking with a couple smacks on her thighs and finally helps Ciri get up, slowly. Well, today's visit could have gone better, and she kinda feels sorry for the girl...but not too much. It was a well deserved punishment. Sitting won't be comfortable for a while, and good luck hiding those marks.



"Come here, brat..." Denisa pulls crying Ciri into a hug to show all's forgiven. "I hope we won't have to do this again, but in case you decide to just do random stupid shit, don't forget I have brush and I'm not afraid to use it." While she might be teasing Ciri slightly, she still speaks in a calm, soothing voice, while holding her and waiting crying to stop, or at least calm down a little bit.



"I'm not gonna tell Dan anything, of course, but I expect he'll notice your trouble sitting." Denisa sighs. Even so, she'll have some explaining to do, and he can be nasty. Still, he can hardly complain too much.



"Come on, let's have a cup of tea and a snack, and go to bed, what do you say?" She says, when Ciri calms down enough to let go, and with arm around her shoulders leads her to the kitchen. This time without encouraging slaps. But instead of fridge, she leads her to the corner.


"Nose in the corner and no rubbing your ass. You can stay here for a while and think, cool down a little, while I make tea and snacks." Even while giving orders like this, she still does her best to sound like a caring older sister, who unfortunately had to cause some discomfort.



The tea is...herbs. Herbs are good for you, and these specific ones are good for stress and help people sleep. She has a feeling Ciri might need something like that, along with late night comfort food. She lets her stand there for about fifteen minutes, before putting down two glasses of tea and some chocolate on the table.


"Alright, Ciri, come here..." She finally calls her...

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By the time the spanking stopped, Ciri was out of her mind, howling her lungs out, and tears streaming down her face like a river when snow melts.
When at long last it was over, and she was helped to her feet, Ciri did the by now probably patended and copyrighted spanking dance, trying to rub the sting out of her rear to no avail, before throwing herself in Denisa's arms and sat on her lap, which meant that she'd thrown herself at Denisa with such force that she would have to sit back down or else fall to the floor, when the woman pulled her into a hug.

All concerns for "modesty" or "pride" were long gone, and all Ciri cared about right now, was the comfort of her touch, and knowing it was over. When she had soaked Denisa's top with snot, sweat and tears so thoroughly that it'd definitely need a wash, and she had more or less regained her composure, Ciri took in what Denisa said about Dan, and blushed crimson. She was going to have to come up with a believable lie, because she didn't want to tell him the truth. Not just because he might very well spank her again, but also because she was afraid that Denisa having taken her to that place would mean that she wouldn't be allowed to stay with her again. Her little mind started to turn the cogwheels already, even while the fire in her behind was still burning hot.

She followed willingly when she was being led, and nodded appreciatively at the suggestion of a drink and a snack. She was definitely thirsty. But she blushed when she found herself facing the corner instead, fidgeting as she kept her hands by her side instead of on her behind where she'd like them to be, but didn't want to risk getting another spanking. The minutes tick away like hours, and Ciri got more and more fidgety, shifting her weight from foot to foot with her bare butt on full display and knowing this was so, before she finally heard those four words she'd longed to hear.
She rushed over when she was called out of the corner, before she realized that she had apparently kicked off her panties. She blushed crimson, but right now they didn't matter. The less fabric covering her butt at the moment, the better. Ciri cautiously sat down, and hissed audibly when she did so. This was definitely a turning-point in their relationship, and Ciri didn't quite know what to do with it just yet. She was still way too stressed out and emotional at this new shift to make sense of it.

But chocolate needed no explanation, and she eagerly took a piece!

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Well, she can still sit, even if uncomfortably, so that's one of Denisa's concerns relieved. She'd hate to actually cause any lasting harm to Ciri. She watches her for a while, sipping her tea.


"You understand why I spanked you, yeah? Consider it best case scenario, of all the alternatives. Cause the alternative is me, at about this point, explaining to Dan that yeah, I took you to a club and you promptly proceeded to get drugged by a random creep. You think that would be pleasant talk?" Denisa sighs, fully aware that there has been a change in their relationship. "If you need to hate me for a while, that's fine." She would hate her, at least for a couple hours, if this was the other way around. Nothing wrong with it, in her eyes.


"If not, well...come on, let's chill out and watch cartoons. We won't be going clubbing today." She winks at Ciri and gets up. Poor girl is probably going to get it at home too, but at least Dan will see she can deal with situations where Ciri fucks up and won't forbid further visits...probably. "And in general, let's wait with hitting the clubs until you're a little bit older, okay? Come on." Denisa grabs her mug and goes to the living room to turn on the TV. She leaves enough place on the couch for Ciri to lay on her belly, if she wants to join.

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Ciri looked down at the rhetorical question about whether or not she understood the reason she'd been spanked. She understood alright. She thought it might be a bit of an overreaction, but...on the other hand she could tell by the way Denisa had spoken about it that it wasn't as minor an incident as she thought it was.....and she had to admit to know less, much less, about this world than she needed to.
Denisa had never betrayed her before. She had no reason to. And so, Ciri trusted her enough to trust the woman's judgment here....even if it was painful in more ways than one. She nodded slowly, even though she didn't meet her eyes. At the mention of Dan, Ciri froze a bit. She hadn't thought of him from the time they got back till now. She winced as she thought about what he might say...or....DO...

She was brought back to reality, however, when she heard Denisa's remark about hating her. She thought about it for a moment, but only a moment. The thought was nonsensical, and she shook her head, before following up on the woman's exhortation to go watch cartoons, with a sniffle and a nod as she took her mug of tea in one hand, the chocolates in the other, and followed to the couch where she put the mug down, took another chocolate, and laid down on her stomach. She was aware that she probably looked silly, but didn't care. She laid her head on Denisa's lap, and looked at the moving-images-box, giggling as the first cartoon started. It was one she'd seen before...well, not this exact one, but the same people in it: A cat and mouse who were apparently as intelligent as people, even though they both - but the cat especially - did extremely stupid things.

Just like you Geralt-of-her-mind told her, but in an affectionate tone which made her blush slightly before she relaxed again, with a sigh. She couldn't help but reach behind and rub her sore bottom often, but it didn't take long before she started to relax completely, eventually going limp using Denisa's lap as a pillow, and her breathing became regular and rhythmical, and her right arm was dangling by the side of the couch. Its owner was far off in the land of dreams.

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It's nice to know there's no hard feelings, and Denisa relaxes as well, giggling at the silly but entertaining cartoons. Eventually though, Ciri falls asleep, and unless she feels like carrying her to bed, she's stuck. Slowly, carefully, she gets from under Ciri, lifts her up and carries the girl to bed. It was one of the pleasures of her growing up to fall asleep watching cartoons and wake up in bed, generally with a good book within her reach.



Despire everything, it's still pretty early, so Denisa lights up a joint on the balcony, when Dan sends her a message, checking in, whether everything's fine. She replies that indeed all is well and they're enjoying a nice evening, Ciri must have been tired cause she's already asleep.



She spends rest of the evening reading and raiding the fridge, but at least has the presence of mind to order food delivery for early morning.



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Too early. Altoghether too early in the morning, she realizes, when the delivery guy turns up at seven AM and rings a bell. Denisa, who has ended her evening with more than one joint, crawls out of the bed and if it wasn't for a very long shirt, this would be a rather scandalous delivery.



"Ciri! Food!" That might be slightly...generous. There are snacks. And not much else, unfortunately. She wasn't exactly in her right mind when ordering this, but she's yet to meet a teenager that would refuse breakfast made entirely out of snacks.