Raven’s Secret (Tangerine and invader-yor)

[Tangerine]

It was rather subjective who was really the prettiest Titan. A tall, toned, redheaded alien princess with a most kindly and curious demeanour and a perfect smile? Or a grumpy, moon-skinned demon with serious daddy issues, who had a habit of looking down on others from the shade of her hooded cloak? Alright. Perhaps it wasn’t as subjective. Still, Raven was a body conscious woman who was at peace with who and how she was. Not that of a supermodel's, but she liked to believe that she had a certain charm. Nate seemed to find her somewhat attractive. At the very least, one region of hers in particular. The same region she rubbed and stroked while he watched. So, it wasn’t entirely about she being disobedient, but him getting jealous of her own hands, she suspected.

Thus, it didn't surprise Raven that he came for her butt. "You seem awfully knowledgeable about corner times." The girl in the corner suggested. "Wonder why. Hm..." As a guy, he most likely was physically stronger than a small gal. It wasn't that unbelievable that he managed to restrain her hands behind her back. So, Raven thought, they were playing the bad cop, good girl game. Or bad girl, good cop. As if she was a shoplifter, he had her cornered. As if he wanted to cuff her.

A new set of smacks. Exploded right on her butt one after the other. "Oh!... Hoo!... Agh!..." He had made a habit of exciting her butt cheeks. This time too he didn't fail to make her bum jiggle. Those weren't light pats either. Proper, arse-levelling slaps. If her bum hadn't been pre-paddled, maybe she could have fared against his bare hand better. As it was though, "Oww-oww!" yeah, she didn't do so well.

A scolding later, and after a fair number of smacks, Raven was still in the corner. Hands up and against the back of the head. Befriending the walls. In the meantime, he was busy watching her, as if sitting on a bench in the National Gallery. When her bottom bore a resemblance to a heat map, there were many details on there to admire. The questions it posed weren’t quite philosophical. They were simple. Such as if it could get even more purple. Or if a naughty brat deserved more punishment? Did that thin strip of fabric hide a damp secret?

“Naughty.” Raven repeated. Standing there while carrying the unmistakable marks of a sound spanking, it was safe to say she looked a tad naughty. “Maybe I am.”

[invader-yor]

There was no contest for w ho the most beautiful titan was. Sure a certain alien had… proportions and a bubbly, air headed, attitude. But that didn’t compare to Raven. Subdued, secretive, and alluring. She was the quiet clam of the night to Starfire’s brazen day. Even her ashen skin and violet air Nate couldn’t help but find charming. Given the chance of spanking anyone in the world, Nate would have landed himself right here. So much so that he actually restrained himself from completely jerking off in her bedroom. He knew it was crass, disgusting even, so he restrained himself but man… his pants were one throb away from busting a button off the wall. He ogled her in the corner, rubbing his palm just over the front of his jeans with a whimper of his own. Yup. Definitely going to be revisiting this memory often.

“Just… a few more minutes raven.” He grunted. Extending her corner time so he could savor it? Perhaps she wasn’t the only one that was naughty. Even she pointed out her familiar he seemed with the ritual, oh but he was still the one in control at the moment. A pink hue rushed to his face as he thought about it, and he schemed about doing this frequently.
Resisting the urge to whip it out, Raven’s corner time eventually ticked to an end. “O-o-okay, time!” He could practically see the tension leave her body. Even such a simple thing made her beaten ass jiggle, causing Nathan to groan even deeper.

“A-a-alright naughty girl!” Nathan was so entrhalled it took him a moment to snap back into character. Come on geek, don’t lose your cool now! “Stand in front of me please.” He ‘ahemed’ into his fist and pointed to the carpet. “Bakcside first please. I just have to see the final product, y-you know?” He still sounded a bit gentle, and when Raven’ stood in front of him he looked at her spanked ass like a piece of art. So many colors bleed into one another; most of her pale skin had been beaten a dark purple, some spatches were so dark it almost looked like a scab. Still some of red shinned through, adding a glow to her cheeks. Even the way it radiated heat made him shiver.

“Okay” He gentle guided her around, his hands on her hips. The touch made face light up brighter. “I just spanked you like a proper brat. I really tried to give you every lesson a naughty girl could, and… if I do say so myself, I think we did a pretty decent job.” He bit his lip, and took one of her hands in his. “Unless there’s something else you need to be spanked for. Hmm, Raven?”

[Tangerine]

Not exactly eventless, as she managed to earn some quick swats during it, but her post-spanking punishment was over, it seemed. Yeah, Raven doing corner time, it looked as ridiculous and funny as it sounded. Anyway, she said goodbye to the wall that she had been staring at and smelling for a while. Let her hands down and stepped away from it. Between the table, over which she had been made to cry, and the bed, she stood.

"Alright. There." The demoness nodded at him. In case he was bored of gazing at her bottom, there was her front side. "In front of you." She backed up a little, leaning back against the table. Not being a tall girl, the edge of the furniture dug into the centre of her rump, "Ump..." causing Raven to push herself forwards. She had to keep in mind that her bum was still red and purple. Yeah. No leaning back. No sitting.

Tilting her head down, she looked at the carpet she was standing on. "What about it?" Admittedly, she didn’t quite understand what he wanted. When it came to the carpet, that is. Otherwise the part about showing him the end product, as he put it, was clear enough. Maybe he wasn't bored of it yet, seeing the curviest part of her body.

Not saying much, Raven humoured his small request. As the girl turned around, his backside returned to his sight. For his viewing pleasure, she kept it in front of his guest. So that he could capture mental pictures of her beaten arse. He no longer needed to use his imagination regarding how exactly a spanked Raven would look like. Well, she looked like any other brat, really.

"Oh, and that too I believe?" The heroine pulled her leotard up. Her wedgie had loosened up, after all. By freshening it up, she ensured it wasn’t in the way and her full bottom was fully displayed. Funnily, showing her bottom like that had become common practice for her.

“Yeah. I’d say you’ve done a decent job.” Given her newfound inability to sit down, it was hard not to agree with that. Somehow, the heroine was confident that he wasn’t quite ready to kiss her bum goodbye. “You’re calling me naughty…” As he took her hand, Raven rather boldly put the other on somewhere else. And grabbed the geek by his crotch. “What about this?” The demon faced him. It seemed he was about to pierce a hole through his trousers. And it felt so, as well.

“This…” Raven tilted her head to one side, “little…” and then the other side, “problem…” as she gave him a small squeeze, “of yours,” before she finally let it go.

One way or another, it was very likely that she was going to receive another spanking. Though, she needed a bit of time. And some kind of soothing agent first. This time, she started dragging him about. A few feet away from her dressing table, she dropped him. “Stand here.” Raven herself stopped at the table. “Or just sit.” After all, he wasn’t the one who couldn’t use chairs.

A drawer was pulled out. From it, she grabbed a jar of coconut oil. “Well, I need something first.” When she bent forwards, it highlighted her bottom more, if that was possible. Her stretched backside looked a tad larger. The view from behind must have been good. It could have decorated the cover of any questionable comic magazine splendidly. “In the meantime,” her rear pushed outwards and slightly up, she opened the lid, “you could watch and do something about your problem.”

[invader-yor]

Without even being instructed Raven was starting to rile him up. Hiking her own leotard up felt like a gift and a taunt, teasing him for an obvious fetish she zeroed in on. Nate wouldn’t have had it any other way. He grew absorbed in how the material was swallowed by her beaten butt. “Yeah well, I-I’m happy to h-help of co- MEEP!”
The soft voice demoness groped him. Now it was his turn to be the piece of meat. At first a shock ran through him, tightening his body. Next he moaned, his face turning red as the back of her thighs. “H-holly shit” He managed to squeak out. She returned the favor he took gneaking her ass. Fondling him from every side like she was trying to memorize his shape. When he was finally freed, he slumped towards her, panting. God. One touch and he was already about to break.

As if that wasn’t enough, he was dragged to her dresser for the show of his life. He’d never been to a strip club before, but he imagined this might have been what it was like; a marvelous womans ass shove din your face as you sat. He couldn’t imagine their asses would be in nay state like Raven’s though. Lucky him.
“Y-you’re s-serious? I can- j-j-just” His stammar was worse than ever. Spanking her had felt so natural, after a bit. Why did jerking off to her ass feel so different? Fuck it, he couldn’t turn it down now. He’d come so far, and he may never again. “Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you-” He flew to get out of his clothes, and Raven could hear the clutter of the stool in his haste.
‘Stripping the panties’ was a ritual they never got to perform. Least Nate could correct that much. He froze for only a moment before he drooped the edge of his underwear. He let out a loud groan as his hand clutched around his cock, his e yes almost drooping over as he watched Raven work.
Oh and what a show he’d get. Raven began to apply Coconut Oil in large tabs, enough to splatter over Nathan in the process. He winced, whimpered, continued. Next she’d spread the oil around in handfulls, really exploring her ass completely. She’d pull the skin, and they’d both groan in equal measure as her abused ass was caressed. The oil did more than repair the skin, it practically made it glow, leaving a shinny coating over her red-and-purple cheeks that looked down right slippery. Nathan’s pawing became more urgent.

“I-I-I can’t- j-j-just-” He whinned just a little more, his hand a blur over his own cock. Something came over him, some impulse spurred on by the night at large. He flew off t he table and his cock landed with a healthy ‘PLAB’ of oil. He rubbed his dick between the crack of her cheeks, feeling the heat of her spanked rear on either side of him. He was burning! Burning! “L-let me help with that…”
Both hands clapped on either side of her cheeks, more coconut oil splattering them both. He dug his hands once more! Leaving ribe craves in her ass until he released. Groaning like a drunk bear, he gave her ass a single smack and shook! The rocking sensation nearly sent him over the ass, his cock flaring as red as her sit spots
“F-F-FUCK!

[Tangerine]

Her bedroom feeling like a private booth in a gentleman's club? Where the patrons were served by moody goths? Yeah. It was wise to keep that funny thought to himself. Besides, there was no music. Which was obviously crucial for those types of shows. In that case, the virtuous hero Raven would be a stripper. Well, her outfit wasn't that off for that particular, not-quite-heroic job. When you think about it, guys and gals, most superheroes dressed up like strippers. Perhaps to distract their enemies? Oh, no. Because they kind of liked it. It surely was distracting, though. Raven bent over, only in her stretchy little leotard, the garment caught up between her roughened up bum cheeks: it was a little distracting, yeah.

As several awfully grateful thank you's breezed through her bent form from behind, Raven opted to look into the open jar. "Yeah, whatever." Two of her fingers entered the container, gathering some of the creamy product. She was generous with the amount she got.

Like a cinema enthusiast who had just come to watch his favourite film, there seemed to be a little commotion in the background to grab the best seat. In record time, he was ready. To watch. And to do the thing. An utterly suggestive image of Raven’s backside in front of him, his hand wrapped around his hard member—she liked to believe it was hard already—it mustn't be something new for him, if Nate was that kind of fan. This time, things were a bit different, though. Much different, really. She and her round sisters were actually there. In the flesh. Close and accessible.

In large, slowly drawn circles, Raven finally began to rub her buttocks. The soothing and replenishing properties of the substance started taking effect on her tender behind. Her palms left moist trails behind them as the buttery product melted, and coated her skin in a waxy layer. Since she hardly shied away from using a handsome amount of oil, an abundant amount in fact, her skin didn't absorb it immediately. Her pale fingers kept travelling round and round, eventually covering all of her arse. A well-spanked, shiny Raven arse. Her gleaming rump began to cool down. It still looked hot, though. With the pleasant feeling that surrounded her apple butt, Raven moaned. Her hands continued to roam the curvy surface of her bottom. Slightly squished, her supple cheeks moved with her hands, caving and creasing around the fingers.

It seemed that he liked the way her shiny butt looked. And the way she touched, and essentially played with, her bum. It sounded so, rather. There were some sludgy noises coming from him. Getting faster and faster the more time he spent in the presence of her properly punished arse. For someone who liked naughty butts as much as he did, it probably wasn’t possible to resist the temptation of grabbing that glossy butt. Soon, her hands were replaced by his. In a way, her cheeks replaced his hands, in terms of rubbing. While leaning against her butt, his cock felt surprisingly heavy. It was a naughty hot-dog, so to speak. The sausage and the buns. All ingredients were there. Raven’s buns had the necessary volume to give his rod a squeeze at the sides as it lay along the crevice between them. “Mm, what are you doing back there?” While the sunken pathway that ran down the centre of her hips was used to stroke his firm appendage, the heroine questioned. Though, she kept her position, allowing him to grind it against her crack. “Unh…” With the sharp smack she received, her orbs wobbled around it. “Naughty boy.” Raven called out.

Given his laboured grunts, he seemed to be on the verge of exploding. Perhaps wished to use a different colour to paint her arse this time. If she were to allow it. One had to be careful while dealing with demons, though. Her eyes lit up. One soft hand clenched into a ball. A violet mist wrapped his cock. Soon, her magic solidified, forming a translucent, solid sheath that encased his member. Truly a frustrating inconvenience for a guy who was in desperate need of relief. Raven knew it was an evil act. Accordingly, she let out an evil little chuckle.

“Yup.” Disconnecting his magically imprisoned part from her body, the demoness turned around to face him. “You just can’t, can you?” Her bluish-purple eyebrows rose and sank once. “It’s said that an overwhelming whacking could break a demon’s spell.” She implied.

[invader-yor]

Evil! The demon sorceress of the mighty titans had a reputation for it, but Nate never believed it! Now all doubt was wiped from his mind as he was barred from the gates of heaven, just at the moment of his transcendence! The occumulation of everything they’d been doing was about to come bursting out of him in the single greatest moment of relief of his entire life! Than with little more than a thought, the temptress had caged him. Nathan’s voice choked in his own throat. By carnal instinct he tried to squeeze her cheeks agasint his cock, but the magical barrier blocked him.
Desperately, he’d whipped it from her crack and tried to stroke himself. Nothing! Not even the touch. It was like his cock was enveloped in a thick, hot, air that nothing could penetrate. He was twitching just from the sight of her ass, but that was the msot he could do like this.

“Y-y-you-” The word stuttered on his lips. He wanted to call her a cock tease for twisting the knife like this, but he was in danger of his soul devoured whenever he met her eyes. She was looming over at him with an intense hunger. Somehow, despite taking worse spankings than you’d see in most bdsm clubs, Raven still had the gall to torture him like this. Something of great intensity began to rise in Nathan. Two parts rage and one part determination, and all fueled by the maddening need of his loins. She wanted to piss him off enough to actually spank her? Was that it? She didn’t want a play spanking, the big bad demon wanted to be put in her place? Well wish granted!

“Come here!” He snatched out. It looked like he was ready to actually slap her, but instead he grabbed her by the ear. He yanked her lobe with a sharp pull. With his ethereal-caged cock bobbing, he half dragged, half walked, Raven towards her own bed. Fitting that such a place of comfort was going to be the alter of her punishment. Without the ceremony, without the hesitation, without the timid kindness he arrived with Nate threw the princess of darkness over his lap.
As she flopped over his leg, he trapped both of her thigh between his own, assuring that no ammount of thrashing or leg kicking was going to get her out of this. He cracked down with a blow hard enough to cause both cheeks to slap against eachother. “You wanted a real spanking? Hmm? Is that it?” Another thunderous blow echoed across the room, married with her shrill cry. Her ass might have cooled slighlty, but ever smack returned the sting to it’s hellish intensity. “No more play time Raven, I’m not going to let you just take my cock hostage! You’re about to get the spaning of your life young lady!”

With his face contorted and red, Nathan unleashed himself. Weather it was hessitation or loss in the moment, he’d always been holding a bit back with her. He wanted her to enjoy it after all, but she cut those trainign wheels off herself! His hand struck her ass randomly, furiously, with an intensity directly only by his anger and frustration. The glowing purple globes began to rock freshly, bouncing so fiercly they threatened to shack right off her body. After every dozen or so smacks he’d drag his hand agasint her rear, grasping her ass like he treid to pop it. Then he’d delve right back into the furious beating.
The sound was like a thunder storm going off in her bedroom. It was so shocking that just bellow them, in the green devil’s room, the boy fell right out of his bed, staring up at the celing with a dumbstruck expression.

“Take that! And this! And that! You complete BRAT! Ingreatful! Mean and spiteful tease!” Every word was met with an angry smack, and following his lecture came the hardest part for Raven. Gritting his teeth in effort, Nathan focused his blows and spanked her as fast as he could. His hand alternated like a metranome set to light speed, dancing between two rough spots on her ass. Her rear was exploding in agony! Burning like fire! He punished her with the full energy of an angry fire, and he didn’t plan to let up until she had MORE than enough!

[Tangerine]

A sharp pointy sheen of momentary villainy. It was almost possible to see it in Raven's large, violet eyes. Or just a glare of naughtiness. She didn’t regret using her magic to imprison a boy's favourite toy, which he always carried with him, and liked sticking in narrow places. Essentially making him obliged to find a new one, if he wanted to play still. As a substitute, there was her bum, of course. Thankfully, she was willing to lend it to him. Granted, it was less of a hard stick, and more of a plush pillow, but it was a nice toy all the same. On the other hand, some mean boys liked to play a bit rough.

"Me." The caster of the spell responded. Before long, Raven found herself being dragged around. Not like the young adult she was, at that. Taken by the ear, she was rather walked like a child who had done something bad. "Agh, agh, my ear." One of her eyes was closed because of the sharp pull, a bitter expression dominating her pale little face.

Her own bed, it seemed. Too comfortable of a place to receive a punishment that was hinted to be harsh. Regardless, where wasn't as important as how. How hard was it going to be? She would be disappointed if it didn't teach her a good lesson. Suffering the bitter consequences of her actions, feeling remorse and embarrassment, and such. All were important aspects to have her masochistic spanking desires satisfied.

A new trip to his lap was soon taken. It happened incredibly fast. In no time, she was lying right over his lap. Again. This time, she was granted no wiggle room as a leg kept her in place. As secure as a cutting board with a wet towel underneath, her arse was at his mercy. Those oily buns demanded undivided attention in the form of a real beating. Raven was ready for it. Considering how little she could move, she didn’t really have a choice anyway.

His wording earned a chuckle from her. Holding it hostage. It just sounded funny. "I kinda have, tho." It was somewhere below her hips. Poor thing. It was finally freed, only to be locked up by a demon. Chastising her deserving arse for his spontaneous chastity. That was the idea.

When the smacks began to rain down on her practically bare and defenceless arse, they were quite hard, as they should be in order to deal with a brat. "Oww!" To be in the way of such hard swings, "OWW!" was obviously perilous. "Ahh!" What made it so incredibly taxing on her spacious bum was the swiftness of them, though. He surely didn’t give her bottom any break. “A-hah!” Her cheeks were greatly distressed. Raven couldn’t even tell when a smack ended and a new one started to take effect. While doing so much wobbling, her arse looked fatter than it really was. At least, he wasn’t cruel enough to go for her thighs.

“It’s spelled un-grateful, actually,” the girl managed to squeeze in between her constant whimpering. All of his provoked aggression was being channelled right into her arse. Still somewhat shiny, her arse caught the light well as it bounced in all directions. Her toes curled in her boots, while her legs wanted to kick, but failed to do so. “Gah!” Once again, there were some quite high notes coming out of her room for her dear team members to listen to. Yeah, it surely sounded like Raven was taking it. “It hurts so bad!” As he didn’t stop disturbing the roundness of her cheeks via rather hard, bum-flattening swats, Raven began to hurl her little fists into the mattress. “Ah! I’m a teasing brat! Awk!” Nate made her admit. Great. Now others had new ammunition to tease her.

Inevitably, such a merciless spanking triggered an escape urge in the young heroine. Her struggling was mostly involuntary as she fruitlessly squirmed over his lap. “Nuu!.. Ah! AH! A-ah!” Her eyes batted, beginning to well up again. It was difficult to concentrate on anything but the sting that covered all of her deep purple rump. Accordingly, the magical construct that wrapped his member started cracking. It wasn’t the only thing that cracked, though. As his hand kept cracking over her bottom, her cheeks turned into a pair of water balloons that apparently could never stay still. Always bouncy, never stationary.

[invader-yor]

There was something almost nostalgic about this session. A bratty, teasing, girl spanked over the knee. Her face pressed into the sheets of her own bed. The way Nathan’s legs pinned her by the thighs. Even the fury in which Nathan blistered her bottom. It was the quintessential scene someone might think of when hearing ‘spanking’ weather they were a spanko or not. The only thing off was that the age between the spanker and the brat was not that far off.

Poor Raven for having to endure it all too. Nathan had something to prove now, his very Manhood was on the line! So he gave the gothy punk every bit of the punishment he could muster. He rained hell on her ass, all the way down from her sit spots, to her thighs, to damn near her knees. The muscular, tense, flesh around her thighs didn’t wiggle as much as her plus-sized posterior. The lack of fat made them sting like hell, each blow raising an electric jolt from the super hero, and forcing Nathan to double down on clamping her legs.

“Oooooh not this time! You just HAD to go over the line, didn’t you missy! I want you to make me a belt, now!” To bring his threat home, he targeted one poor spot on her right thigh spanked it exclusively! The once-pink-now-gray skeen began to burn a brillian rose red. “Don’t keep me waiting, you’r eonly -grunt- making it worse for yourself -huff-”
When atlast his request was met, and the spectral leather belt popped over her cheek, he finally paused. Nathan rung his hand in the air, covered in sweat like he’d just run a mile. His palm was stinging like hell, and was almost as pink as her thighs. He wasn’t half done yet! This had to be a punishment she was going to remember for a long, long, time. Every time she sat down for a month, for starters.

“… you really could have just asked.” His voice sounded dark, daunting almost. “all you had to do was ‘oh, Nate! You’re so big and strong and smart, would you PLEASE spank my ass some more’ and I’d been happy to redden your ass as much as you want. But now we’re not just going to give you a spanking, we’re going to give you a beating. It’s not going to end until you’re rightly sobbing. Now. Get up, and lie over your billows. I want your ass sticking nice and high in the air for me.”

[Tangerine]

Not necessarily because she was a superhero, as she was as strong as a petite nineteen-year-old with a wide bum, but one had to spend much energy and effort to keep her in place when the spanking she received was so hard. The geek managed it, though. Apart from constantly wiggling, Raven's bottom went nowhere as he practically roasted it. No amount of coconut oil could have saved her skin as she was made to feel the overwhelming sting of repeatedly given unforgiving smacks. Truly an onslaught. Right on her shapely bum. Apparently, when there was a brat who was in need of a fierce punishment, his hand turned into steel. All the while her cheeks turned into strawberry jelly. Oh, and it also felt like it was in the oven with the temperature setting cracked up.

There were her rubbery, already purple, pleasantly round, wobbly bum cheeks, yet he of course had to focus his attention on the area below them. Slapping her thighs was a good and almost cheap way of making Raven a noisier gal. “No-no…” Upon receiving a smack across the back of her thighs, she knew she was in trouble. Bouncy and soft, her glutes were good shock absorbers. Her thighs, on the other hand, weren’t as good at that. Taut skin meant more pain for the violet-haired, and now violet-arsed heroine. “A-haha!” They produced a sharper sound. And made Raven sang sharper tunes as well. “No-ho! Ah!” Small, shallow ripples travelled through her legs as the mean geek slapped her on her sensitive thighs. Raven became a little dancer over his knee, struggling to break free, albeit in vain.

No implement was necessary when he kept thrashing the same bloody thigh to break the powerful demoness. Well, the little titan didn’t look so mighty when she screamed over a guy’s knee. Some sorry sobbing was already present in her room. Coming from her of course, the potent hybrid Raven. “Ouch! Owwie!” As a magical brat, she took her punishment like a good gal, although not in dignity and definitely not in silence. “Aa-hh!” Certainly, she was going to be reading her dear books on her tummy for a few days.

Inescapably, such a firmly administered spanking would make the otherwise stubborn heroine uncharacteristically compliant. Something about it was quite hot: someone slapping her bum so well that she was compelled to say yes to every request. “Alright! Alright!” Raven quickly exclaimed back at him. “I’ll give you a belt!” While she was over a mean boy’s knee, and said meanie exercised punishment, her every word was an exclamation that conveyed urgency. “Gah! I said I will!” One of her hands swept through the air in a sideways motion as her eyes flashed. Starting from its tapered end, a belt materialised over her bum. The accessory exposed the sadistic demon within the heroine quite well, as she opted to offer a thick one to be worn with jeans. Faux leather and dark coloured with a fancy buckle, it was ready to do damage.

Admittedly, it didn’t make much sense from an outside perspective. Just because his hand felt so painful against her bum, and thighs, she had given him a belt, which ought to hurt more, if he knew how to wield it properly. A clear clue that she actually liked it.

When things calmed down and the spanking stopped, the back of her wrist ran across the girl’s eyes. She blinked a couple of times and took some deep breaths. The belt slid off her hips as she got up. “Hm.” The moody demoness thought about it. She suddenly put a knee on the mattress, between his legs. One of her hands perched on his shoulder. “Nate?” She called out. “You’re so big,” her eyes widened, her knee slightly grinding against his cock, “and hard and strong.” Raven nodded, briefly lowering her gaze to verify her suspicion that he might be growing harder. In the background, a puffy pair of pillows silently flew out the bed. They gently landed back down on top of each other. A soft and comfy platform to give her bottom some elevation right above the bed. “Would you like to spank me more?” Raven asked, not seeming to be against the idea of having her arse destroyed even more. “More.” Her lips emphasised the word.

Without feeling the need to remove her boots first, she climbed onto the bed. Her bottom swayed as she crawled forwards. Over the soft pile of pillows, she bent. Face down, arse in the air. “Well, if you believe I deserve it.” Her upturned bum provided him with a wonderful target. Casting a glance at it should have answered the question. Yeah, she deserved it.

[invader-yor]

Ah the belt. Dreaded ultimatum of any bottom, literal or metaphorical. Raven’s vision of the leather tool was long and a quarter inch thick. It was heavy and rough to the touch, it would serve as any brat buster. Nate had her conjure this dreaded implement to sear this lesson good and hard into her blistered ass. In the span of a few hours her ass had gone from pale, to pruple, to shinny, and was now battered black and blue. If Raven hadn’t proven herself to be quite the masochist he’d almost had considered it abuse. Good abuse. She seemed to keen to remove that doubt though, as she danced and teased her way over the bed; crawling over her sheets with a shimmy of her bruised cheeks back to him.

Raven left him fuming at the tease, hos cock pulsing like mad! He was buzzing harder than a bee hive, and would do just about anything to finally get off. Raven’s skin seemed to be the only thing that could penetrate her magic though, letting her rile him up but never allowing him to finish. Magical cock tease… he’d pay her back for that in time.

“Would I like to spank you more?” He repeated back, ringing the belt over his hand a few times, testing it’s weight. “...Yes. All night and well into morning if I had my way. You are… par none… the most beautiful brat in the city and I can think of no one more deserving of this scorched ass than you.” He gave her one CLAP of the ass with his off hand, squeezing her cheeks further. Every time he did this slap-n-grope it left her ass feeling like it had been seared with a spatula. Just a simple touch was enough to make her squirm. “I love the look of your ass when it’s all purple and red. I love the way you squirm over my knee like a naughty school girl. I especially love s-seeing someone as composed as you break down sobbing and crying. All from something as juvenile as a little spanking. I would kill to see you try and sit down for a meeting with those abused buns. But first I promised you nothing short of the spanking of your life, and I plan to deliver on that promise.”

He snapped the belt, and the echoing CRACK filled the room. Oh how a sound could make naughty girls quiver in terror and delight. “No count. You’re just going to lay there and take your licks until I’ve said you had enough. Seeing as your already well warmed up-”
Without any further warning he struck! He’d swung the belt over his shoulder and braced it with his off hand, before swinging it down like he was gonna smack clean THROUGH her ass! The resulting impact bounced her ass like a ball, flattening the middle of her ass so far in ward Nathan could physically *see* it curve! The blow was so powerful it didn't even register for a second, than like time catching up with itself, it exploded in a dire, fiery, pain! It was hell! Pure hell painted across her posterior! A brick of purple painted across her already dark ass, with all the vengeance an angry father could deliver. That was just the firs tone.

“Oh what a lovely scream you made. Does this lovely song bird take request?” Even without freedom, his cock was standing at full mast. The howls of pain were music to his ears, and watching her struggle and squirm was better than any aphrodisiac. CRACK! THWACK! SMACK!! He struck slowly, precesilely. When he struck the bulky moudns of her ass, they would bounce and crater again. He painted ugly marks so purple they were almost black, all the way down to her thighs.
“Hold your cheeks up little girl. Watch your fingers too, I’m gonna paint your sit spots nice and red-” CRACK! SMACK!! the blows painted over eachother, in a pain so intense it was almost blinding. God her sobbing was addictive! It filled natahn with a rush he couldn’t contain, he just.. he HAD to hurt he more!

As that mad pain-lust over took him, he started belting her faster, and faster. Somehow he pushed through exhaustion, delivering powerful blows one after the other, raining hell over her ass! His figure was that of an athlete, crashing the belt before her grabbed it up again. He never sacrificed the damage for the speed, he just kept wailing on her harder and harder. Any resignation he had about ‘hurting her’ was gone, it was now his only go! Make the brat suffer! Spank her harder! Give her everything she deserved!