Two Sizes Too Small (for Ashes)

"Thanks for the generosity." Samus disrespectfully grumbled, though quiet enough to not be heard. Her nose quivered as Peach handled the implement like a weapon. She hadn't thought twice about striking it onto the same woman's backside earlier that day; Now, she realized just how frightening the concept was. "Princess..." She warned again.

"Princess!" Samus shook, the pressing of wood onto her skin uncomfortable to say the least, but soon rested into it, not wanting to risk angering her. For once in her life, she had felt submissive, and to Peach, of all people. Her words rose several counter-points that, in any other position, she would not hesitate to have used.

But she could only stop and think of ways to numb them down to a more lenient level. "You don't know what I've been t-through, Peach..." Samus hissed, trying to stay still, but having to shift left and right at the itch of hard wood rubbing her sore skin. "My life hasn't exactly been all castles and cakes...!"

[Atlas]

"Oh? Yes I suppose you have Samus. But what I have troible with is you act as if ALL of us had easy luxurious lives full of safety and no stress. Do you realise how hard it is to run a kingdom and make sure all my people are fed, working, and have homes? The rebuioding I've had to do over the years when we've been invaded or our kingdom attacked? The complete mental scarring I've gotten from being kindapped not once, but years?" Her tone had grown a bit stressed at the end, letting out a small sigh before she spoke calmly.

"But let's not pretend we understand eachother's lives. Just as you have your personal ways of coping, so have I. I will not apologize that I find happiness in baking or interacting with other's or simply being kind, but I will apologize that we couldn't have had this conversation without it coming to blows."

Without warning the brush slammed down against Samus's right cheek and then left, her arm seeming to be a blur before it went back to rubbing in it's circular motion. "I have an hour with you. I'm not sure how long I shall continue this for in that time frame but do not think I won't fill the next sixty minutes of me using the brush on you if you make this difficult."

"GAH!" Samus wailed in response as the force of two blows across her already sore cheeks rippled through her entire body, the hairbrush more painful than she had anticipated. Her naked body wiggled helplessly to fight off the pain. Her breathing picked up fast, not sure she could take any more of this treatment for a full hour.

She grunted with disapproval as the hairbrush made it's rounds on her shapely rear again. "Aaaagh!" Samus groaned with displeasure, "Do you HAVE to be so t-teasing about it?"

[Atlas]

"Teasing?" Peach repeated curiously, before realizing she probably meant the brush against her bottom."Ah. Well it gives me something to do, otherwise I'd be using my hand in a more...liberal manner." She gave a quick whap to Samus's left cheek before she went back to rubbing again.

Though already jolted from shock, Samus's entire body quivered with suspicion. "Wh-what the hell is that supposed to mean?" She asked, before cutting quickly to "Aagh!" again with a swat that caught her in her momentary loss of her guard.

[Atlas]

"It means that I'm still trying to decide how long I should continue spanking you for." Peach replied flatly, hooking an arm under the blonde's waist to lift her up some. Peppering her bottom with several swats, she aimed them at her lower sitspot areas, bringing the brush down multiple times on one side before switching to the other. Silent through this, the princess finally began to slow down after she reached the seven minute mark, resting the brush on her lap.

Silent for a few minutes, she sighed and shook her head."Despite all this...I just wanted to be your friend, if it had been selfish. I had ignored your inital feelings and thought that I had known best when in reality I was...just blindly following what I was used to doing and expecting it to work. I suppose I am just the ditzy princess you must think of me..."

Many more "Ah!"'s and "N-No!"'s would fill the room for the next few minutes. Samus found little strength in her abused and naked body, only able to squirm left and right like a child as the punishment continued.

After a brutal near ten minutes of the hairbrushes ceaseless assault, Samus was in no mood to talk. The temporary break for Peach to mope meant little to her besides an opportunity to dig her face into her blankets and breathe, keeping her lack of composure as hidden as possible. It was clear that the princess was having second thoughts, by now, though, Samus realized it would be foolish not to capitalize on that.

But rather than escape, something she had been dead-centered on for the last half hour, Peach's words found a place in her rather uncomfortable, small heart. "Peach..." She groaned, unwilling to express any feelings of the sort,

[Atlas]

"Just...go stand over there and face the wall. I need some time to think." Lifting Samus up to her feet, Peach guided her to the wall and then promptly sat back down, gasping a little in pain from her own earlier spanking before she moped in silence. While she had orginally not wanted to be caught staring, it seemed her initial hesitation had faded away, her gaze now firmly set on Samus's backside as she looked over her work with somewhat grim satisfaction.

Not having the leverage to speak, Samus simply grunted in response as Peach took her over and walked her to the corner, something she was quietly thankful for, since walking was turned into a difficult task thanks to how worn out her entire body was. She wanted nothing less than to resist the princess's demands, but with her hands tied, there was nothing she could do until the hour was officially spent.

Having to stand in the open air was more than just humiliating, every curve of her body visible for Peach to gaze at. She was all-too-aware the monarch was watching her. Even if she wanted to rub her throbbing rear, the option wasn't available, with how her hands were entrapped.

[Atlas]

The princess eventually sighed again and standing up, she pointed at Samus."I need to grab something. There's still some time left on the spell so I don't expect you to grab anything but if you try to lock the door I'll just get Palutena. I suppose you could run off and hide but in your current state of dress.. " Giving a small shrug, Peach then exited the room, leaving the bounty hunter in silence.

Whether it was a sign of forgetfulness or Peach had purposely done so, she hadn't closed the door on the way out, leaving Samus's room open. Though there was no sign of anyone walking down the hallways yet, all it would take was for a simple step or look into the room and they'd see Samus off in the corner, her bottom as bright as a beacon.

When footsteps were heard coming down the hall, there was a pause just before the entrance before Peach stepped back inside, a somewhat tired look on her face. Shutting the door with her foot, it seemed she had changed, her Santa dress replaced with a long fluffy pink bathrobe that went to her ankles and her hat discarded as well, her long hair tumbling freely down her back.

By her side was the familiar hairbrush that had been used so much these past few hours but on her other side was some foreign object, looking like some sort of pink container with a big red heart on the front of it."Samus, please come over here." Peach said, her voice weary but not having any sort of room for arguing. It was most likely that if she refused, Peach would have just walked over and grabbed her anyway.