Two Sizes Too Small (for Ashes)

Samus paused at Peach's comments, sporting a mean frown on her face. She looked over her palm, seeing it was similar a sore shade of red as Peach's backside. She shook it out calmly, before releasing Peach for the slightest moment, without saying anything.

Her stoic silence dared the princess to move. Reaching into a drawer of her cabinet, she equipped a hairbrush, and was instantly onto Peach again, wrestling her back down with her arm as she raised the implement into the air.

"Shut up." She advised, and then smacked the hairbrush right onto the center of Peach's rear, a more noticeable red circle left in it's wake.

[Atlas]

She had been in fiery castles. She had been kidnapped to faraway planets or by ghosts and even competed in a tournmanet like competition that completely relied on physical hits to hee opponents amd back at her. But NOTHING had ever hurt her more than the sudden solid feeling of wood crashing down against spandex.

While the sound was a bit muted, it's affect still had enough damage done to the princess's backside as she let out a wail that could have shattered windows if it were any higher. While she prided herself on being a calm and rather passive woman, the amount of struggling and pleading Peach made diminished her to nothing more than a panicked child. "N-NO PLEASE NO MORE, PLEASE!!!"

Samus physically cringed at how loud Peach's squeals were, only heightening her temper further as she threw her hand back again and again to smack at Peach's behind until it was bright red. "I - said - shut - UP!" She yelled, punctuating every word with a strike. Over, and over, the hairbrush returned, sending shock waves through the princess's bouncy rear and instilling an obvious lesson.

[Atlas]

By the time the ten minute mark had passed, Peach was indeed silent, or atleast she was trying her best to anyway. The only sound that emitted from her mouth was a quiet whimper as each strike landed down on her bottom, causing her to weakly squirm some. Even though she had been wearing shorts, they were moot at this point as her reddened skin physically was glowing underneath them, several darker marks crisscrossing her bottom from where she had been hit multiple times.

After she had properly vented her anger, or at least tired her arm out, Samus stopped swinging, tossing the hairbrush across the bed and onto her pillow. Over-kill, by all means. Releasing her hold on Peach, she sat behind her, firmly ordering "Don't even think about getting up." Crossing her legs as she observed her handiwork painted onto the princess's now rosy red rear.

She thought for a moment, murmuring "Hmm..." to herself, before reaching over and tugging down the shorts, baring her bottom until she could see what parts of Peach's backside were redder than others. Determined to paint it all the same shade, she reached back over and re-equipped her brush.

[Atlas]

As the cold air touched her burning posterior, Peach let out a much louder whimper, her hips moving slightly as she dared to speak. "S-Samus I'm...I'm SORRY I always try to get you involved and y-yes I do sometimes think I'm doing the right thing despite your obvious resenment and hatred towards holiday traditions, please don't add more..." She glanced back at the bounty hunter, a desperate pleading look on her face.

Samus raised her hand into the air threateningly, her shadow cast over Peach's trembling body, but she stopped. Seeing Peach was a sobbing mess already, her hand lingered in the air, shaking a bit in thought. Finally, she relented, lowering the implement to the ground and casting it aside. "Up." She murmured, helping Peach off the bed and onto her feet.

Grabbing her arm firmly, she directed the princess to the door, uncaring that her panties were still down exposing her reddened bottom, and shoved her out into the hallway, rough enough to send a message although not harsh enough to hurt her.

[Atlas]

Sniffling as she was cast outside, Peach slowly and painfully began walking to her room. She was even unable to tug her shorts up at this point and had to keep them at her thigh level due to the intense burning pain her skin had. Her fears of bumping into someone came true however as she suddenly walked face first into a much taller green haired woman, her face bouncing off the other's bosom."A-Ah!" She reflexively tugged her holiday dress down some, her face beet red as she gazed up at the familar goddess."P-Paultena! How ah.. are you?"

A radiant light shone through the corridors as Palutena wandered the halls, on her way back to her own room. Her sashes were decked out with cute little ornaments, her staff sporting a star at the top with tiny little trinkets stuck in her hair like a Christmas tree. Seeing Peach, she smiled, wanting to give a friendly hello, but stopped instantly as the distracted princess bumped into her, clearly worried.

"Princess? Are you okay?" The concerned goddess asked, noticing the furls in Peach's dress and unsubtly sneaking a look over her shoulder. "Why is your...?"

[Atlas]

If possible, the blonde's face had gotten as nearly red as her bottom was as she quickly tugged her skirt down further, stepping back against the wall with a pained expression. "O-Of course I'm okay dear. I ah...only ran into a bit of a...cold?...is all!" The chances were stacked against Princess Peach as not only was she in a rather odd state of dress, but she was also a terrible liar.