Sore Clemency (with Matisse)

[Tangerine]

Other than keeping her smile and looking pretty, the angel didn’t do much while Elona repositioned the chair. A simple task she herself could actually have done in the blink of an eye. Behind Mercy’s cheerful smile, within her angelic form, there existed a somewhat lazy and demanding woman. Although that wasn’t necessarily the case, she thought herself to be above humans and elves, liked telling them what to do. Thankfully, her job allowed her to do this quite a lot.

“Perfect!” The angel clapped, letting out a short giggle. Finally, she pulled her hips off the table. Holding the hem of her white tunic, she sat on the armless furniture. Adjusting herself a little, Mercy shook her coy hips against the chair. Not only her, but it would soon host two. “Looks sturdy enough.” The certain punishment she had in mind involved a shoplifter’s bottom over her pale knees. And the bottom of the day was, of course, Elona’s.

Above her widely stretched lips, Mercy’s eyes found the elf. The fact that the elf had chosen to stand next to her meant she probably could guess what was on the way. “As atonement for your crimes, Elona…” The cheerful angel of mercy started. Using one of her soft hands, she lightly patted her lap.

[Matisse]

Elona looked sideways at the elf as she was waiting for her. Knowing about Mercy's reputation, she had an idea of what was going to happen to her.

She observed her as she sat down, in a true noble and ladylike way. The elven couldn't help but to feel so small in comparison to that divine creature. Mercy seemed to be so... perfect.

When she spoke again and patted her lap, Elona knew that her suspicions were well founded: she wanted to administer a spanking.

The elven girl gulped hard, and weakly and slowly she took position over the angel's soft knees.

"Ma'am, I've never been spanked before." she admitted, blushing "Can you go easy on me, please?"

[Tangerine]

Bright eyes of divine justice went down with the elf as her client lowered herself over her lovely knees. This must have been one of her favourite aspects of her heavenly job, accepting little troublemakers across her lap. Not only Elona’s distinct ears, but the overall appeal of her form distinguished the girl from others as an elf. That being said, she certainly didn’t lack some curves to her bottom. Mercy almost expected to hear a small squeak coming from the chair’s legs. After all, Elona hardly have the most slender bottom in the town.

“Haggling already?” The angel gave out a light chuckle. Ideally, hardness of Elona’s punishment should be able to cover her crime. In this case, the expense of the necklace. “Don’t worry, I have just the softest hands!” Mercy beamed, although she didn’t mention how firm of a smack they could also inflict if needed. To verify her claim, the angel rested one of her hands over the elf’s gifted bottom. “See?” Her digits began wandering about, sliding on the elf’s hips.

The pair of trousers Elona happened to have felt quite tight. And having such a position in them surely wouldn’t loosen the fabric. “Hmm…” Mercy wondered while rubbing the rather well defined pair of orbs that rested on her lap. “You have a tight garment here. I can feel almost anything.” With another chuckle, she gave the elf a pat on her behind.

[Matisse]

Despite the humiliating position, Elona had to admit she felt quite comfortable on the angel's lap. She was soft as feathers, and when her hand was placed on her behind she knew she said the truth: her hands were soft too. No way she could have inflicted an hard spanking, right? Mercy was surely a far too delicate creature for really hurting her behind.

As Mercy commented about her garment, the elven girl blushed deeply. Of course she couldn't mean what she was thinking, right?

"Ma'am...?" she whispered, not sure of what the angel was about to say or do.

[Tangerine]

Mind reading was sadly not one of the angel’s gifts. Dealing with people for such a long time however, she had decent observation skills. And a blunt nature to complement that. It wasn’t that difficult to guess that the elf wasn’t entirely comfortable with the idea of receiving her first spanking punishment. Perhaps since she knew that people tended to have a pinker bottom at the end of these sessions. “Well someone’s shy.” That was good too as embarrassment went well with punishment.

In this particular session, Mercy intended to warm the elf up a little before commencing the real deal. Her fingers left the elf’s butt as she lifted them up. Her palm soon landed on Elona’s gifted behind in a light slap. “You said this was your first time?” Mercy asked. “Figures…” Another modest smack targeted the elf’s hips. “I hope you wouldn’t end up in that shady association of thieves.” Relatively light treatment of Elona’s butt continued with another small whack. “They too fancy tight outfits.”

“Elona the elf!” The angel’s voice rose with a sudden exclamation. Soft fingers fell upon the young shoplifter’s bottom. A bit harder this time. “You sorry for stealing that valuable piece of jewellery?” She quickly asked.

[Matisse]

Elona blushed deeply as the angel spoke, making her feel like a child. She really wasn't eager to get her first spanking ever, but at least she was happy that such a delicate creature would have delivered the first one. Surely Mercy wouldn't have hurt her.

And she thought she was right, when the angel began to give her those soft slaps. The elf hadn't enough experience with spankings to know that that was jsut a warm-up before the real punishment.

"It is." she said "I never got spanked before."

As the angel mentione the thieves association, she blushed again and exclaimed "What?! No! I would never associate with that scum!"

Elona wasn't rerady for the harder slap, and let out a little yell. She was so surprised that she didn't reply to Mercy's question.

[Tangerine]

The last smack she had bestowed upon the elf’s inexperienced, but deserving rear didn’t fail to rip a small whimper out of the young shoplifter. However, the apology Mercy was expecting to listen to didn’t follow it, which also hinted that the warm up session was over. Accordingly, Mercy’s pale hand rose up in the air, a bit higher this time. “And?..” With her question, her palm fell onto the elf’s tight trousers, hitting her on the butt. “You sorry for the thing you did?”

Without introducing another smack, Mercy rested her hand atop the elf’s behind, tapping her fingers on it as if the girl was a simple table. And quite a curvy one at that. “Hmm…” The angel thought aloud. “I think I know what’s the problem here.” Although she let out a cute giggle, Mercy didn’t stop herself from giving the shy elf’s bottom a well-placed swat.

After landing on Elona’s rear, soft fingers moved across her subject’s hips. They curved around, slipping under the elf’s thigh. From there, Mercy blindly traced the waist of the red garment. “Alright, where is that little thing?” She talked to herself, her hand now around Elona’s private parts. Of course, the angel of mercy had been investigating the means of undoing the shoplifter’s trousers. “Don’t worry, I’ve got it.”

[Matisse]

"I am, I am!" Elona suddenly exclaimed, kicking a little as her behind was hit by the harder smack. She really had to rethink about Mercy being a softy, the angel really knew how to make an impression.

The elven girl felt almost relieved when the angel placed her hand on her behind instead of slapping it again, and in her unexperience on the matter she thought that the punishment was already over. She had to think otherwise when Mercy slapped her behind again, taking her by surprise and making her yelp.

Elona blushed furiously as Mercy began to move her hand around her privates, and exlaimed "Ma'am, what are you doing?!"

[Tangerine]

A confused sounding complaint from the elf wasn’t enough to interrupt the angel’s current task. Her fingers worked, and unbuttoned Elona’s trousers. “You knew that was coming.” Mercy claimed as she held either side of the red garment. The dutiful angel was determined to complete this session, and eager to move on to the next step.

The shoplifter’s charming set of hips on her lap, her own wriggled against the chair as Mercy proceed to yank the elf’s trousers down. Elona certainly didn’t lack the butt to fully fill them, so it was no easy task. Stubborn tugs from the angel, inch by inch, moved the fabric, down the elf’s large bottom. Eventually, she managed to free those orbs from their tight confinement.

“You are, you are!” Mercy repeated the elf’s incomplete apology. “You are what? It wasn’t clear enough.” She patted the elf on the bottom. “Sorry? Upset?” A regular slap followed her words. “Proud? Prone to crime?” The angel delivered a harder smack. “An addicted shoplifter? A novice thief?” Another relatively firm slap fell down on Elona’s rear. “See, not very clear.”

[Matisse]

Elona wasn't expecting her cheeks to be exposed that way. Sure, Mercy was an angel, a pure creature and all, but she couldn't help but to feel her privacy being violated. Not that she could do anything about it.

As the firmer and firmer slaps fell on Elona's behind, the elf's eyes began to get teary. No... there was no way she would have burst crying, she had a dignity to defend.

Still, she had to reply to the angel's question, or she would have not being satisfied.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry that I shoplifted! I won't do it again!" she exclaimed, a tear running away from her right eye to make her way on her cheek.