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

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Ciri was eager to help out, but of course also eager to spend time with her friends. She did, of course, make sure to stay on the straight and narrow most of the time, only pushing boundaries juuuust enough that she knew dad well enough that it wouldn't be the straw that broke the camel's back. Coming home some five minutes after curfew, blaming it on the bus, etc. She couldn't help but feel a small degree of satisfaction in that, though of course she was apologetic when she entered the house.

She wasn't a bad kid, but she, like all teenagers, enjoyed the small victories.



Bedtime were another matter. The fact that her bedtime had been extended as far as it had was something she was quite surprised by, didn't know the reason for, but also didn't question it. Counting one's blessings, etc. So at first she didn't push it, almost at all. At most a couple of minutes because of brushing her teeth.
This lasted for about a week, however, when she'd more or less gotten used to it, and started moaning a bit when told to go to bed, though initially still doing it.
One night, though, she was much too preoccupied with a game she was playing to willingly go to bed. She did, however, after being pestered about it, really thinking that Barbora was annoying right now. It was summer. What was the big deal? But, of course, to get her off her back, Ciri went to bed and turned on the light.

Though after what appeared to her to be about an hour, though it was in reality only some fifteen minutes, she got back up, and got back in front of the computer - obviously with the ceiling light still off so as to not draw attention from the light getting out from under the door.
She was much too engrossed with the game to notice anything much right now....

[guesswho]

They both know perfectly well that Ciri is pushing against the boundaries ever so slightly, just enough to have the option of plausible denial of intent. Five minutes here, three minutes there...they know what's going on, and not only do not mind in the slightest, but actually approve. It's giving Ciri a small win over parents of which she can be proud and also teaching her to bypass rules where they don't make whole lot of sense. Daniel and Barbora, both quite rebellious people themselves, can only approve.



Of course, the resistance against even prolonged bedtime appears soon, which is fine and well, but they both know it's just a matter of time when she'll decide to just say fuck it and do as she please, even after bedtime. One nice midnight, after a short argument, Ciri is finally sent to bed. By then Daniel's already asleep, having arrived quite drunk - not disastrously so, he still managed to get to bed on his own, even somehow avoiding any embarrassing discussion with Ciri, who has been too deep in her game to notice, but theoretically, only person still up right now is Barbora, which suits her perfectly. She rolls a joint, opens Steam to pick a game before lighting it up...


"Well well, would you look at that." She mumbles. Ciri still online and playing. So her nice, calm, late night smoking session is going to have to wait. Ciri, unfortunately, is shit out of luck that Barbora noticed her being online before getting high.



"I will come to your room in exactly two minutes. You better be ready for bed by then, if you want to get away with just a hand spanking." She sends Ciri a message on Steam and simultaneously starts a countdown on her phone, as she walks towards her room...

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Ciri was definitely caught up in Dishonored 2, choking people out as Emily Kaldwin across Serkonos, but those steam notifications tend to be rather obvious and hard to miss. So when she noticed the notification from Barbora, she felt the blood flow from her head, and as she heard her downstairs coming up the stairs, she scrambled to turn the computer off.

She cursed herself for not remembering to use the function to appear to be offline. That was a rookie mistake. And one she's apparently about to pay for.
The computer is quickly shut down properly, and she lies back down in bed. She doesn't pretend to be asleep, however. Insulting Barbora's intelligence won't do her any good - quite the contrary. She's in bed, on her back, looking up at the ceiling, wondering, hoping, praying, that was an empty threat.

Sp.....THOSE THINGS were bad enough from Dad. But...she'd never had it from HER. And that made her even more anxious. This was an unknown. But perhaps it was merely a threat to get her to go to bed. If so, it had most definitely worked.

She's coming up the stairs

Her heart raced faster and faster now. So unless she was going to bed herself now, it seemed that...she was serious. And a sense of panic spread through her. This was....not normal. At all. It was....strange and unnatural in one way, and painfully familiar in another.

[guesswho]

She doesn't hurry, and giving Ciri a couple more seconds to comply, just in case turning off her PC takes longer than expected. Barbora has no intention of first spanking from her hands to be particularly harsh, even though she's not gonna avoid it now. Maybe if Ciri went to bed when first told, Barbora by now wouldn't be in any state to deal with this. Oh well. She knocks on Ciri's door, but doesn't wait to be invited in. She gets the courtesy of a knock, but that's all. Soon, she will have completely different problems. Barbora enters and closes the door behind her. She doubts the sounds would wake up Dan, but why try. Apparently, Ciri's already in bed and PC turned off, so that at least shows she's not stupid.



"I believe I said quite clearly you were supposed to be in bed..." Barbora checks time. "Almost an hour ago. I know you're enjoying that game greatly, but you don't get to abuse privilege of midnight bedtime. Get out of the bed." She's a bit more tense than usual, not entirely sure whether she wants to go through with this, but it was bound to happen, sooner or later. Best get it out of the way and hope it doesn't ruin the relationship entirely.


"I'm not going to make you uninstall the game, or move your PC out of your room, but don't even think about enabling invisible mode." Which, she'd bet, was the first thought to go through her head in order to avoid this problem. Such things won't work on Barbora.



She sits on the bed, watching Ciri. They're both nervous. This will change things between them, but hopefully not for worse. Well, nothing for it, she reaches out, grabs Ciri and pulls the girl in to bend her over the knee. She quickly pulls down her pajama bottom and with very little hesitation gets to work. Loud slaps fill the room, and while she has nowhere near Dan's strength, Barbora certainly doesn't go easy on Ciri, each swing fast and forceful, her palm crashing against Ciri's cheeks. Even her palm stings quite a bit...

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It was downright uncanny how Barbora apparently just read her mind. She hadn't mentioned enabling invisible mode for one second, and yet she had figured it out! Ciri's jaw dropped at the mention of it, in sheer surprise that she'd anticipated it, though she didn't say anything, just gulp.
She'd gotten out of bed as soon as she'd been ordered to, though not without a loud whimper and the same puppy eyes that ever so often worked on dad.


She very soon realized a difference between her and dad: She didn't have the chance to climb over the lap herself, as she felt herself being pulled over - though of course not overly harshly. It was, however, a different sensation than when dad spanked her. Made her feel even smaller and more helpless somehow!
It was "over" - really it was just starting, but the initial phase was over - in a hot second. One moment she was standing upright, the next moment she was over Barbora's knee with her PJ bottoms down and her bare butt assaulted by her hands.
Once more, it was a very different feeling than from dad. Barbora's hands were definitely smaller and she wasn't as strong, but a rapier could be just as lethal as a longsword if used by a skilled fighter. And Barbora was very skilled indeed! She made up for her lack of strength and size, in speed and intensity, leaving not one square centimeter of Ciri's poor bottom unspanked. She had quickly buried her head in her pillow to keep from crying too audibly, but soon it was a matter of also wanting to breathe that she lifted her head, while her legs kicked like crazy and she reached back to cover her behind, and audibly expressed her discomfort.


While of course not on the level of the desperate "I'm two seconds away from being mauled to death by a great big bear"-wailing of the belting from the very recent past, her tears were definitely still flowing freely, and her promises of being good and not doing it ever again were barely intelligible by now.

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The usual puppy eyes don't work, and will never work on her. That's Dan's weakness, but she's not interested in this kind of contrition. It doesn't take long for results to appear and soon enough, Ciri's crying over her knee, her butt red, but they're not done, even though after not even a minute of this, her palm is just as red as Ciri's backside.



"Oh no, no reaching back." Barbora says, as she's twisting Ciri's hand out the way. The pleading and promises aren't going to sway her either.



"We didn't set your bedtime to midnight just so you can spend all night playing. You will keep the bedtime, just as you keep it during school year, and no more arguing against it either, understood?" By then, Ciri's kicking needs to be taken under control, so she pins her legs with one of hers. During a short break this requires, she also moves Ciri a bit forward to get better swing at her thighs - now it's their turn to feel her hand.



"I'm certain you'll manage to get enough playtime during the day, it's not as though we are limiting it." Which also carries a threat of that being a possibility, but that's probably going to fly over Ciri's head right now, she's got other problems...

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Ciri did, in fact, not catch the finer intricacies of the very one-sided conversation. Instead she pleaded and promised through her sobbing, and eventually she felt herself being shifted forward when Barbora pinned her leg, and that caused a slight yell of protest of its own.

Now completely immobilized, Ciri did manage to make a someone intelligeble answer to the "question" about keeping bedtime:

"WAHAHAAHUUUUYESSSPROMISSSPROMIIIIISSSS", was the very eloquent and loquacious reponse to the inquiry.
With Barbora's attention now also on her thighs, which were even more sensitive, Ciri bawled her eyes out as the spanking resumed, and she twisted and wriggled all that she could, which wasn't much.

At this point, she was one well-spanked not-so-little-but-feeling-very-little girl, and had lost touch with reality. Att that existed was her poor bottom which was on fire, and the fervent desire to be back in Barbora's good book again.

And then the same moment came that it had for Dan a couple of years ago:

"SOWWYYMOOMMYYYBOOHOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOAAAHHHH"

Ciri didn't even realize what she'd just said, not on a conscious level. But her subconscious had definitely acknowledged what Barbora meant to her. She hadn't called Denisa "mommy" on the rare occasions she'd been over HER knee, obviously. This was different.

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While Barbora did not imagine this would be the occasion where Ciri will call her mom for the first time, she's not going to complain. Still, it kind of melts her heart, and also possibly removes a couple slaps from the spanking. Ciri gets another short break from the incoming barrage of slaps, while Barbora checks her work. That's a thoroughly spanked backside, someone won't be sitting comfortably at breakfast. She decides to give Ciri a couple more slaps on each cheek for good measure, but apart from that, decides this should be enough. She has a feeling Ciri won't be in a talkative mood now, so when the last hits land, she stops.


"Alright, Ciri, we're done." Barbora keeps her over her lap for a short while, so she can calm down a bit, before slowly lifting her up and hugging her. She'd hate to leave this room with Ciri feeling like she doesn't care. "Now, now...calm down, it's over. Tell me when you're ready to go to bed, okay?" She now speaks much more gently than before pulling Ciri over her knee, and she's ready to stay with her as long as necessary. Dan was very specific about that, but she wouldn't need telling anyway. While she's definitely stricter, she's no evil stepmother.

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It took a while - felt like hours but was in fact only minutes - before Ciri had enough control of her faculties again. When the "fog of war" cleared, and her conscious mind was in control again, she became very acutely aware of her situation; her PJ bottoms at half mast, her bare bottom upturned, and, so it felt, red as a communist flag. And she was thoroughly embarrassed, even as she still sobbed and tried to regain control of her breathing, which required a lot of failed starts that ended up hiccups and sobs again.


When she felt herself being lifted up, she was unable to stop herself from doing the spanking dance, even in Barbora's embrace, meaning that she jumped up and down while holding on to her for dear life. It took quite a bit befroe she was all the way calmed down again, and by that point she just kept the position embracing her. Right then she didn't want to let go ever. There was something...safe....about standing here in her arms. But of course eventually she came to the point where she just wanted to go to bed. She released the embrace, and without a word laid down on the bed on her stomach, her face on the pillow. Though her hand definitely reached for Barbora's too.


It didn't take long after that for her breathing to be deep and rhythmical and she was far away into the land of dreams.

The next morning, she woke up, still on her stomach. She didn't stay there for long, but maybe she should have, because when she - by mere muscle-memory - sat up in bed to get up, she jumped up with a loud "Oww!", and held and rubbed her bottom eagerly. Then she remembered, and blushed crimson as she checked the "damage" in her full-body mirror, and saw that her poor butt was still a decent shade of red, though not exactly fire-engine color either.

She then decided that it was casual Saturday time, and just headed downstairs. There was no way that both of them didn't hear her loud "protest" just before, so might as well own it. And they were alone in the house as far as she knew, so who cared?
Then she headed down to find food. She WAS hungry, truth be told.

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With Ciri slowly calming down, Barbora just waits. To her great surprise, Ciri reaches for her hand, and who is she to deny her this simple comfort. Truth be told, she's...honored? Maybe that's not the right word, but Ciri doesn't seem to hate her despite the great discomfort she just caused to her backside with considerable vigor. Barbora waits until Ciri's breathing slows down...and then she waits some more, just watching her sleep, before she slips away like a ghost. She better not catch her online in ten minutes again...


With this whole ordeal over, she's really looking forward to her late night smoking session, though gaming afterwards kinda...lacks the spirit, so she goes to bed a bit earlier as well. Daniel mumbles something, but neither of them is sober or awake enough to have a conversation, and so even the last person in the house finally falls asleep...




Daniel was twenty three when he woke up for the first time, swearing he'll never drink again. Daniel was almost forty when he woke up today, swearing never to drink again. He's probably not going to keep this one. Barbora left early to visit her family just over the border. They don't seem to approve of him very much, so he rarely goes with her.



Hangover or not, someone has to make breakfast, and in absence of better candidate, it'll have to be him. He's too old for hair of the dog, so he gets to work with nothing easing his suffering. Surprisingly, soon after, there's a loud yowl from Ciri's room - one he's come to recognize, but he has no recollection of spanking her yesterday, and is pretty certain he'd wake up in a hospital, if he laid a finger on her while drunk, and that would be right and proper. He recalls back to yesterday, when he woke up partially to some...noise...but wasn't in a state to investigate. And here comes the delinquent herself.


"Good morning...or something." He mumbles and pushes a plate towards her. "I know why I feel like there's an angry armadillo marching inside my head, but why can't you sit, hmm?" Other mornings, he'd mock her ever so slightly, maybe even even make gentle fun of her predicament, but there's no energy for that today. They'll just going to have to be miserable together...