Raven’s Secret (Tangerine and invader-yor)

[Tangerine]

With she in place, the spotlight was undoubtedly turned on the heroine's bum. The view must have been quite decent from above. In theory, and hopefully, it should have been rather difficult to focus on anything other than Raven's backside, why this was a great position for the task at hand in the first place. Those round orbs of hers, they were poorly covered without her cape. Just the flexible material of her leotard running down the centre of her rear. Perhaps because of how smooth and uniform her legs looked, sometimes people wondered if she wore tights or leggings, which wasn't really the case.

Being a decently flexible girl, it wasn’t very difficult to tweak her exact posture. Slight adjustments. If necessary, Nate was free to do those. When he pressed down on her back, her bottom naturally pushed up to counter. The position stretched her hips, improving the firmness of her behind. Though, the suppleness of the girl wasn't totally eliminated. The marked contrast between her stern demeanour and softness of her body was stark.

"It's happening, yeah." If he still had doubts, the heroine confirmed. She was indeed over his lap. "And that's surely my arse." Upon being touched on the bum, she added. He seemed to be taking things slow. It was better this way. Raven just hoped he wouldn't have a heart attack.

The first smack of the evening, it was a good try, if she had to be polite. She barely felt anything. "Can you shoo that mosquito away?" Accordingly, Raven quipped. Regardless of his physical prowess, one would think that his apparent liking for her butt would make that hand a bit faster. It was kinda cute, though, the way he scolded himself. Thus, she didn't have to say anything more than he already did. Until he announced his next try.

"I'm waiting." The nineteen-year-old crime-fighter said. As the clap that breezed inside the room would suggest, it was a good try this time. In the meantime, her cheeks did a bit of a clapping themselves. Raven did feel his hand. With the push it gave her from behind, warm air was pushed out through her nostrils as her eyes were briefly clenched.

"Not bad." Raven voiced her thought. It was a satisfactory one. However, a single good slap wasn't quite enough to fully satisfy her spanking fantasy. "You may continue."

[invader-yor]

‘Did you get that mosquito? I’m waiting. Not bad’ each one of Raven’s quips made Nate’s ears burn, fuming hotter and hotter under the collar. It was a strange sensation to be teased and taunted by someone like her. An unapproachable symbol of beauty. Not that he disliked it exactly… far from the truth if he were totally honest. He tried his best to take it in stride too, wrestling past a mix of euphoria and embarrassment.

“I-I know, I know, I’m just getting… what’s the word, acclimated!” In the spirit of getting ‘acclimated’ he tugged the hem of her leotard, covering the curve of her ass so tightly it started to ride up wards. After her satisified with the presentation of her ashy cheeky, Nathan began to settle into a rythem. Finally it began; the spanking Raven wanted. His hand rose and fall mythotically, slapping one cheek before the other, always alternating. He was getting harder too! In ever sense of the word, yes, but the pressing part was the power of his slaps. After each smack the next would fall a little harder. Before long they’d gotten so intense that he was painting pink marks all over her cheeks, bleeding from under her costume.

“I know this is gonna sound weird, but your skin is really soft and squishy. Seeing you fly about, I guess I always thought it felt like marble or something. You’re just so other wordlly. It’s kinda nice, you know? Discovering that you’re really just like the rest of us. You even pinken up like I did when I was spanked- er… f-forget I said that, heheh. I guess I just find it affirming… that and that you even have this festish” He coudln’t contain his giggles of excitement, his legs stomping under her belly and justling her frame.

“To be honest… I couldn’t tell you how many times I’d fantasize about exactly this.” He gave one cheek a squeeze, finding a certain boldness in the knowledge that she wanted this. She asked for this. “which… in the spirit of talking thigns out, makes me really want to do a good job. It’s the fantasy, you know? You want everything to be just right…” He pasued for just a moment, rubbing his hands in small circles over warmer parts of her ass.

“Hey I never even asked, what kind of spanking do you really want Raven?” He frowned, patting her rear a few times, rythmatically. “is this a play spajnking? A real punishment, with t-tears? Or somewhere inbetween?”

[Tangerine]

Partially demon, and raised so as well, who could manipulate the very time and energy itself. Surely, she was a bit more than an ordinary human. Her powers were magical, derived from her unique soul. Certainly, she was a tough gal. Said toughness was mostly figurative, though. Enhanced physical strength and exceptional muscle power weren't among the wide range of abilities her soul-self bestowed upon the heroine. While over someone's lap, she was, in a way, a normal girl, with a charming backside.

If he truly was a fan who admired her greatly, the mere idea that he would get to work on her buttocks would indeed have to sink in before he could fully utilise this rare opportunity. The act itself was quite straightforward, however, Raven trusted. "What, you needed an orientation first?" She asked when he talked about adapting to the whimsical circumstances he was under. "Here's my butt. There's your hand. Piece together, Nate."

When it came to her lower half, her leotard already revealed quite a bit. Especially while she was in this not-so-heroic position. Well, Nate managed to make her reveal even more somehow. The yanked crotch of her one-piece costume slid inwards, vanishing into the purple-haired heroine's crack. It, naturally, exposed more of Raven's cheeks. All of them, really. Only the essentials, so to speak, remained covered. The dark fabric dug against her privates, emphasising a bumpy outline down and between her thighs.

"Unh!..." The bottom edge of the garment taut against the heroine's sex, her lips twitched as she kept them sealed. He seemed to be getting more daring, perhaps finally starting to overcome his bashfulness. That would be promising.

"Umm..." Raising an eyebrow at the fact that he had just wedged her outfit into her butt, Raven supposed that she probably had to say something about it. He was quick to commence slapping her, though, before she could. One corner of her lips slightly turned up as his palm fell on her butt. She liked it. This time, he didn't content himself with a single smack, as they kept coming.

Someone who was knowledgeable about this particular activity could have instantly recognised the distinctive sound that soon filled the room. The repeated slaps ensured that Raven's buttocks kept wobbling and didn't stay still. "What do you mean, squishy?" The heroine questioned as her soft orbs squished under his hand. The marble-arsed hero Raven. Well that wasn't really the case. As he pointed out, or discovered for that matter, her butt was hardly solid. It moved and deformed. More so now that there was a bigger momentum to his swings. Compared to his first attempt, it was no longer about whether she felt it or not, but how much she did.

"Thanks, I guess." Her relaxed legs began to tense as he continued. "That you find it nice." The consequence of having fair complexion, her skin was somewhat easily marked. And if he indeed had started to give her bum a warm colour, he must be doing a good job. And Raven didn't need to see her butt to verify that. "Pink? I can't be pink already. Can I?" As if that was such a hard task to accomplish, she asked. Right before she finally let out an "Oww." Given who she was, not a bad achievement for a geek.

The rubbing that followed felt nice, admittedly. Her body relaxed. It was interesting that this happened to be a specific fantasy Nate apparently always had. He was a lucky guy, then. It was also interesting to think that there were people out there who imagined her in such situations. Perhaps even wrote fictional stories about it. Made drawings of her.

"You know I'm a powerful demon, right?" Upon the question, Raven asked back. "I can handle something a bit more than a light spanking." She added. "But since I'm a powerful demon, you're not exactly eligible for a real punishment." Not in a rude manner, but she claimed. "I think."

[invader-yor]

Some people might have been of put by Raven’s teasing, but Nate took it in stride. To the contrary he found it oddly comforting; it was befitting of her role in the moment, after all. A taunting brat that deserved a smarting backside, or a teasing teenager coaxing him out of his shell. Combined with the shockingly soft nature of her globes, bit by bit, replaced the image of the pedistooled image of the heroine Nathan had of her. Instead she gradually become more and more approachable, human if you would. It was a relief and a delight for the young geek.

“Well, I seemed to have managed to get the raging demon to a very pink state.” Nathan teased, picking up on the coy nature Raven was throwing down. Maybe it was dellusional, the result of the situation inflating his ego, or maybe he was finally getting into sync with the titan… but he could swear that Raven was just trying to wind him up. This wasn’t a threat, it was a test; a tease. “I hear you loud and clear though… hopefully I’m the only one who will tonight, but what the hell.” He made a pun “let’s see if we can get your voice to call all the way over to the other end of the tower, huh?”

With that the kid gloves were off! She was right, Raven could take everything Nathan could possibly give her, and like he’d been telling himself sense her got here, she asked for this. Might as well give it to her. Taking a deep breath to ready himself, Nathan took a firm grasp of the same leotard he’d carefully adjusted and gave it a sharp yank. This time his intention were to expose as much of her skin as possible, weding her until her lap breifly left his.

When he didn’t immedietly burst into flames, he giggled like the chesire and resumed his barrage. Only this time he didn’t treat Raven as if her skin was porcelain. He inibition finally giving way to his determination. His drive, to show the one and only Raven the kind of spanking he could bring! His palm crashed again and again over her ass, each electing a loud SMACK that echoed across her room. The symphony of sting grew and grew, as he rained randomly over her rear.

“Ohmygods, I-I’m doing it” He muttered, his face sweaty, but his fixated. He couldn’t tear them away if he tried. Raven’s ass was wobbling under every impact, shacking like jello, and slowly tanning. He could feel her involuntary squirms over his lap, and even her whimpers made a certain motion he could feel. It was heavenly. Still he wouldn’t relent; with a stupid grin plastered over his face he cracked on her rear from side to side, experimenting with how he could make her flesh ripple. From the sides her cheeks was clap together and reveberate. When he spanked upwards into her sit spots, her skin would briefly glisten like christmas lights, before fading to a more natural pink. Amazing! When he smacked her downwards, striking his palm agaisnt either cheeks, it must have elected a deeper string because it was followed with a gutteral grunt.

“W-well my fair demoness? How are we doing now? I don’t think we’ve graduated into propert punishment yet, but we’re getting close. Do you still want the real thing?… ma’am, Raven, m-miss.”

[Tangerine]

Something had lit up in her room. No. Not her bottom. That had yet to catch fire. It was rather a certain geek's boldness. Especially compared to the first time they met, the young man just seemed more daring and less stressed, as if some of the heroine's courage was passing on to him. Through her butt, in this case. Good, Raven thought. People tended to channel more force into their swings when properly encouraged. And she liked it hard. Size queen of spankings, one would say.

The new shade of her bottom was once again brought to her attention. Pushing herself up a bit, the goth-looking heroine looked back over her shoulder. From that angle, she wasn't able to see her butt very well. Certainly, not nearly as good as Nate could, who must have a most perfect view of her round behind. There were still hints of pink she could make out.

"Hmm." After giving herself a look, she turned her head back and looked ahead. "There seems to be some pinkness to it." The hybrid voiced that easily observable fact. Nothing that couldn't be improved on, though.

As someone who could generate and manipulate pure darkness, she could almost feel the shadow Nate's hand cast over her bottom. Another smile of anticipation slightly stretched her lips. "Well the walls can get... Unh... Very thick in the tower." She explained while Nate made her butt cheeks swallow her leotard again. Good thing it was black. When pressure was applied to the right place, it hid dark spots better.

Either he was doing it harder, or the sting was adding up. From the get-go, his hand bit more. Being a smart girl, and sometimes a smart-arse, Raven suspected the upcoming minutes were going to be more difficult for her. Even while stretched like that, her butt liked shimmying. Well it usually didn't move that much. Though, hard smacks equalled a rather dynamic Raven-butt. And he gave it to her quite hard.

Having never been a talkative person, the brave magic-user tried to keep her mouth shut this time too. A particular upwards smack that grazed her sit spots managed to part her lips, though. "Oww." And once a shriek escaped, it was more difficult to keep more of those inside. Two dishes of panna cotta on his lap, Raven's cheeks danced about. Mostly in a chaotic manner, "Oww!" but there was a general direction to it, "Oww-oww!" depending on from which angle his hand came at her behind. Surely, he experimented with different trajectories and angles while slapping her butt. Another, more polite, way of saying he toyed with her tush.

When his assault stopped, her squirming slowly ceased as well. A few deep breaths helped her cope with the post-sting. There was a pulsing happening back there. "Uhh..." Raven pulled herself back a little until her boots pressed on the floor. "Give me a moment..." Without her butt constantly getting whacked, the room was awfully silent. She pulled her hands back, gently massaging her buttocks.

Apparently, he didn't even consider this a real spanking. It was curious. Definitely, she was willing to learn more about it. Of course, though, she also had to be witty about that little graduation comment. "Oh... So you're still a freshman then." Still rubbing herself, Raven suggested. "Well, if you think I deserve it."

[invader-yor]

“H-huh, oh, yes, of course.” Raven’s buttocks weren’t the only thing tingling by now. For one, Nathan’s palm had a dull sting to compliment Raven’s rear. More importantly though, there was a building excitement in Nathan’s stomach. It felt wonderful and almost a little arcane, like glitter was exploding inside of him. This felt wonderful, impossibly amazing, and totally right all at once. Whenever he got home, even if he never saw her again, he’d thank his lucky stars every night for this opportunity. His first spanking experience… and it was with the woman of his dreams.

Raven took a little while to get herself comfortable, gliding her body until she was supporting her own weight again. The noises she made were amazing, and Nathan’s chest swelled with pride for eleciting some very genuine ‘ows’ from her mouth. Even Nate was a bit surprised by how thoroughly he’d managed to paint her behind pink. Her globes were shinning slightly in the dark, a warm hue practically radiating off of her. Nathan beamed in the glow, rubbing his palm.

“Deserve it?” Nathan felt a naughtier tingle down his own spine. Ooh the idea of punishing her properly made him shiver, and he dared to fantasize about returning her for that. “H-Honestly, ma’am, I think you deserve it. But maybe not for the reason your teasing about. I-I mean, you asked me here for a reason right?” ‘asked’ as if he had a choice and wasn't whisked here magically “and I’d hate to leave half way through, leaving your curiosity lacking. I just thought you’d want the full experience. I-I have to say though, you’ve been taking your spanking remarkably well. G-guess I should have expected that much, huh? Heheh.”

Like a gentlemen, he let Raven decide when it was time to continue. He let her knead and rub her sore globes until she was satisfied, and took her leaning full back of her his lap as the sign she was ready. Rolling up his sleeve, Nate returned his hand to the square of her back to steady her. Her body adjusted naturally, raising her sore moon up towards him. Nathan’s face, unlike her ass, couldn't get redder.
“right! One full fledged spanking experience then, coming right up ma’am!” And he took ahold of her suit once more, and properly wedged it once more with the goal of explosing as much cheek as possible.

One hard SMACK flatted her right cheek, singing the flesh into her with enough force to scoot her over his knee, if not for his hand steadying her. He let the sting settle into her bottom before returning the blow to her other side, and painted a warm red hand print into her rear! The eerie silence was than shattered, as he reared his hand back and delivered blow after blow, spanking from cheek to cheek, rotating around her bottock at random! Sometimes he’d paint circles around her rear, leaving a trail of red marks whereever he’d kiss. Sometimes he’d spank one section repeatively, laying into her until the pink bled into bright red! Every moment he was getting faster, more daring. Though he never spanked harder than the initial powerful smacks, the sting was building ontop of eachother faster than Raven could keep up with, and the burn with it. Nathan had never seen a butt get this read, but he drove himself to give it to her, the best he could deliver! Emmulating the ferocious power of an angry father, he pressed her until place and gleefully spanked away with abandon. He ignored the gentle part of his voice and punished her to his hearts content, spanking away until her cheeks was an even red. It was mystical to see flesh so gray now shine like the skin of an apple.

“This is a bit -grunt- more like it!” Nathan teased back, as his hand exchanged brutal contact with either of her cheeks. Her rear bobbled like the tide, wobbling constantly and furiously, and bouncing with color. “I wish you could see this Raven, I didn’t know your skin could even get this red. I think were finally -hmph- g-getting somewhere! B-but… for a naughty girl like you… I-I think we need one more lesson, i-if you’ll permit it of course. A-are you th ekind of girl to keep an hairbrush around?” He meant what he said, of course, and any good hard spanking involved an implement… but he also wanted to spare his aching palm. This volley was doing hell on his palm.

[Tangerine]

No matter how long and how well she would rub her orbs, it couldn't have possibly undo the damage he had done back there. It still felt nice. Having them, those used-to-be pale cheeks of hers, in this state also felt nice. There was some heat exchange between her warm bottom and cool hands. During her time over his lap, she had become a hotter gal.

Upon the eventual end of her little self-massage, after which her butt didn't look much different, Raven let her shoulders and hands down. Her palms pressed against the floor, while her boots rose slightly above it. "I think I deserve it too." Her butt wiggled a bit as she adjusted her position to her comfort. With that, she was ready to take it. While he seemed rather happy to give it.

"You've made a habit of... Hng... Pulling that thing up my thing." Her leotard was firmly caught up between her cheeks. A third time, her round assets presented themselves, making the renowned heroine practically bare. At this point, that shouldn't have been a mystery, but she didn't wear underwear.

There was a cute announcement. Or perhaps it was more of a warning. A full fledged session, it seemed. Waiting for her full hips. "Alright. Go on. Show me then." Two relatively famous butt cheeks. A lot pinker than usual. In the perfect position to be whacked. Nate knew what to do.

"A-hah!" The walls around them witnessed a squeal noticeably sharper than what came before it. Exceptionally hard smacks such as these ones exhibited how elastic her bottom could really get. Briefly turning into pancakes, her mounds gained their volume in a flash, "Uuh!" wildly bouncing all over the place. While her bum shook, her small frame slightly sprang back and forth with the smacks she repeatedly received. "Ho-o!"

"Did you just call me a naughty girl?" Between the shrieks that were ripped out of the half-demon, she managed to question. "Goodness, h-uh!" Given how frequently her orbs bounced between Nate’s lap and hand, things began to feel like a game of basketball, where Raven provided the balls herself. Perhaps she had been a naughty demon, for having pleasure from having her bare bottom beat so nicely. To prevent her legs from moving about, she locked them at the ankles at some point. While she squirmed over her fan’s lap, she almost reminded of a mermaid.

Frankly, if he thought his hand was sore, well, he certainly wasn’t alone. In Raven’s case, it obviously wasn’t her hand. “A hairbrush? Really?” Raven raised an eyebrow at his request. Using a hairbrush on her red butt. As if she was a brat of sorts. Especially for a famed heroine, that would hardly feel dignified. “Why do you think I’d…” A sigh followed. Perhaps since it would be so undignified, she found the idea so tempting. And hot. Like a guilty pleasure. “No. I lost my hairbrush.”

For a short time, her pupils disappeared. A dark aura appeared around her left hand. Her middle and fore fingers pointed upwards, while she folded the rest down, drawing a small circle in the air. Her spell worked quite swiftly. A shadowy hairbrush appeared across her red arse, lying there for the taking. It was fairly ornate. And solid. “Don’t know where it is.” The tool rocked on her bum a bit as Raven gave it a light shake.

[invader-yor]

Pulling on Raven’s leotard was a habit that Nathan didn’t even realize he’d developed, but when it was pointed out to him he froze, still hoisting her up by one hand. “Huh… I don’ k now, I guess it makes for a convenient handle though, huh?” and, he almost couldn't believe it, he teased her back by waving her cheeks from side to side by the wedgie d costume. Not only was he getting more confident, but it was seemingly more rewarded by the minute; as his punishing prowess progressed from play to punishment, raven please became panic. It delighted him to his very core. On top of that, Raven was so aniamted when she was spanked! Not just her ass, but her entire body seemed to bounce and squirm with every smack. She may have a face like a mask, but her body betrayed every pain and delight; It was surprisingly expressive.

Hell, even that said face seemed a little less… abbrasive? Or fake, maybe. Nathan couldn’t put his finger on the right term, but he had a sense she was much more genuine… or not as perfect a lie. She tried to play it off when she ‘scoffed’ at nathan’s request, but he could swear he saw excitement in those sparkling violent oceans she called eyes.
“Y-you don’t? Oh, man, I-I’m sorry I guess I just assumed every girl has a hairbrush in their bedroom. Don’t worry, I think I can work-” and then it appeared. A floating black mass that Nathan couldn’t recognized at firs.t It looked like condensed shadow, or solid black smoke. He didn’t even realize it was a hairbrush for a while, not until he noticed she went to the extra effort to give it bristles. Finally it clicked.

“Y-You can do that?” His eyes went wide, his brain flooding with the possibilities of this. “D… did you even need me with this ability?” He was reaching tentatively out towards it, almost like it was a nuclear device that could go off at any moment. “couldn’t you just animated a couple of these things? Or a couple of paddles… or maybe a carpet beater, a belt” He kept on listening implements, but his eyes had faded over. He was staring between the brush to raven’s blushing backside, and his face we getting redder by the moment. He might have been fantasizing about something….

After getting lost in his day dreaming for a moment, Nathan had to shake his head to focus up. Right! He still had a mission to accomplish here. After all, he had asked for this. Summoning up the occumulation of his courage, he grabbed the brush by the handle… and when his soul didn’t exploded out of his body, he let out a sigh of relief. He took the brush a bit closer, tossing it around until he was comfortable.

“… r-right, well, I think someone is tempting fate. Being a little tease, m-maybe?” His words were a little shacky, but still had a certain playfulness to it. He was enjoying himself, but working through the nerves. He whapped the brush a couple of times into his palm, wincing, but smiling in approval. It certainly felt like the real thing. Well… he’d soon see about that.”
He tapped the brush a few times against her cheeks, his stuck tuck out of one corner of his mouth as he focused. The weight was a bit off; the shadow felt like it weighed nothing, but he could see the impact even a gentle smack made agasint her cheek. It almost seemed to crater inwards. With a flick of his arm he brought the brush up and back down, cracking it against her rear. The impact crattered her rear in wards before it bounced back like rubber. The result left her quivering from toe to hair.
“W-woah!” Nathan stared at the red mark, the rectangular burning skin that disapeared under her black leotard. In one hit it had seared her skin from pink to red. Grinning he patted her rear again with the back of the brush. “surprisingly effective.”

[Tangerine]

It turned out even powerful demons were not immune to a good spanking. This one wasn't, at least. Raven's secret fantasy was being fulfilled rather thoroughly. Her guest was just incredibly enthusiastic and determined to give her the butt-whacking she desired, which was definitely bad news for her butt. Yeah, her poor bum. It was a strong candidate to be the brightest and most prominent thing in her dim room. She was lucky that she could levitate. Otherwise, it would have been rather difficult to sit on her arse and meditate afterwards.

While lying over someone’s lap like a schoolgirl who missed several homework deadlines, she didn’t quite look the part of an awfully competent heroine, but she was certainly still one. Summoning a hairbrush was quite easy compared to some of the remarkable things she could do with her magic. Nate shouldn’t have been that surprised by that. By the fact that she could conjure an object, that is. Otherwise, the revelation that he was going to slap the one and only Raven’s butt with a hairbrush must have been a bit surprising. Hopefully, exciting as well.

“Carpet beater?” Her brows lowered, she mouthed the word. Probably not on purpose, but Nate was teasing her by listing so many implements while making his point about using her abilities to satisfy her spanking desires herself. A reasonable conclusion to reach. Technically, not only she, but everyone could spank themselves. In her case, she would just be better equipped to perform that. “Well, I could,” and she actually had, “but that wouldn’t be as fun.” After all, this wasn’t merely about getting hit in the butt. Having someone to witness, remark, comment, observe, stare, and feel her butt were all important. “So yeah. I kinda needed you.”

The great, mighty titan Raven. Defeated by a bloody hairbrush? Quite humorous to think about, really. Raven was able to feel that it was no longer lying on her bum. There was already an anticipation. He acted as if he had never seen one before. That hair-smoothing tool. Natural foe of deserving buttocks. “Yeah, such a mysterious item.” The heroine mocked the way he was amazed by that everyday object.

Then it came. Hardly. Hit her where she was the softest and widest. Upon racing down, and not missing its glaring target, the tool dug itself a generous hole. Raven’s butt sank in. Her skin deformed. The fat in her butt bulged outwards around the outer edge of the tool as it flattened the area immediately below it, adding new creases to her behind. And a hairbrush-shaped mark on it. The sound it produced was richer compared to his hand. The heroine’s large, violet eyes widened. The sting had to sink in a bit, just like the tool did in her butt, before her brain registered the impact after a few seconds. “GAH!”

The room upstairs had its walls pink. Close to the colour Nate had given her butt shortly after lying over his lap. Along with the bubbly decoration, the room couldn’t be more different to Raven’s. It looked as if it belonged to a cheery princess. Actually, it did. While browsing through new waffle recipes, the redheaded alien perked up with the noise she thought she heard. “Huh?”

Some squirming was inevitable as Raven tried to cope with the surprisingly effective bite of the hairbrush. Even the gentle pats she received afterwards made her wriggly on his lap. “That was… something.”

[invader-yor]

‘I need you’. Even though Nate was aware of the context, it still hit him like a semi truck. He stared wide eyed, the brush pressing firmly into her rear. His eyes were sparkling, full of stars, with that catch in he voice ringing in his head like an echo. The very definition of star struck. ‘I need you’… yes, yes of course. Nathan had been around on the spanking forums for half of his life now, he should know that no self spanking could measure up to the real thing. There was a certain mental barrier that was difficult to push pas through; a resistance to harm one self. You could never really get the smack full force. Maybe the same applied for Raven and her magic. It made sense, self preservation might be the only thing stronger than kinky desires.

“that’s… r-really good to hear.” He turend back to his handiwork, rubbing the brush a bit over the impact he made. The ridges of the brush had painted a round, red, oval around her backside. The flesh was slightly bruised, and trailing one finger over the line revealed a deep heat to it. Nathan even winced. That simply had to sting. “If you don’t mind me saying… I needed this too. Now, if you’re still up for it, I think I have a few more ‘somethings’ to give you.”cautiously, he waited for her to object. When instead Raven nestled her stomach deep into his lap, Nathan’s face broke out with a grin.

“Okay. Than finally we’re going to get into the meat of your spanking, ‘naughty girl’” and with a last rub over the impact he made, Nathan whipped his hand back and unleashed hell on the demoness. The brush was a wholly different experience for them both. It wasn’t large or heavy, but the impact was it left was incredibly powerful! Nathan couldn’t smack her as fast as his palm, but it didn’t matter. Every SMACK was a flattening cratter, painting another oval bruise, and electing louder and louder screams for the girl. Nathan was sweating now, his tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth as he concetrated. It wasn’t just focus though, but a lust fueled determination. He quickly got into the rhythm, entraced by raven’s ass and fixated on the act of absolutely *punishing* it!

Yes! This was every bit of the spanking she could have fantasized about! He held nothing back, swatting away at every exposed inch of her ass. He event was as bold to start spanking down below her sit spots, dotting her creamy, ashen, thighs with bruises and red marks! The sting for Raven was equally different. It took a second for the pain to really explode, but when it did it was penetrating and burning. The pain was building quickly on top of eachother, and even slowed nathan managed to keep pace. It was an almost overhwhelming sensation that had the heroine sweating almost as much as her disciplinarian.

The loud, rythmic, SMACKS filled the room and bled out wards through out the tower. As far away as the maing living room, a masked vigalante looked up from his computer screen by the distant sound of clapping thunder. In the destroyed, messy, bedroom under neath a green-furred dog poked his head out of from a box and quirked his head.
Nathan either didn’t realize this, or was so lost in his desire that he didn’t care. It was happening! His first real, full fledged, spanking and it was with the woman of his dream! He couldn’t have stopped now if he wanted. He kept delivering painful swat after swat until he was red in the face and his arm was aching. This was the most dread part of any spanking for a seasoned submissive; the meaty middle. The pain was mounting, and the spanks raining so fast, so frequent, that they’d begin to wonder if it would ever end. The howlding, clawing, madness of a perpetual punishment.

“A-a-and” Nathan bit his lip, but pushed through. He’d come this far, might as well have his fill. “And if we ever have to have this lesson again Raven, y-you’ll get it twice as good! I-I think I’ve proven I’m not afraid to properly punish a NAUGHTY girl like you!” He emphisized his teasing chastiziment by focusing on her sit spots; furiously alternating from one side to the other until her under-cheeks were bright red, with spots as purple as her hair.