Vexing Spell (with Bare Harold)

[Tangerine]

The so-called simple option the witch had offered the elf to keep her nightmarish predator at bay was of disciplinary nature. Something that was supposed to make her comprehend the bitter consequences of her impulsively committed transgression, which the elf still failed to recognise as an act of crime. Theft was not the only reason Cordelia, the caster of the spell, had settled on this particular curse. Other than that, the magic imbued monster was merely a means of control mechanism, to of course ensure that the huntress did adhere to the witch’s provision. So far, Elora had managed to dodge Cordelia’s demand of self-found punishment by choosing to face the beast instead. At the moment, however, she was too tired to do the same.

“How would I know? Those smug magic users just love being all cryptic for the sake of it, don’t they?” A haphazard outburst hinted that the huntress didn’t think so highly of sorcerers and alike. “That Cordelia gal just expects me to ridicule myself!” Raising her mug, the conceited elf knocked it against the surface of the table, some liquid jumping out of the wooden container. To disclose more details of her curse, the huntress continued with knitted brows. “She invented that notion that I should spend the night with a pink arse to remember my so-called mistakes.” In case the explanation she gave so bitterly wasn’t clear enough, the witch wanted her to welcome a good number of smacks to her elven butt.

Perhaps the witch was too busy to do it herself, or just found the idea of Elora seeking a spanking herself amusing, but the woman had left it to the huntress to find a competent pair of hands that could give her coy bottom some new shades. “And I’m supposed to find the lucky person that would do that myself.” Without an unmistakable air of frustration, Elora suggested. Despite her highly reluctant tone, she was at the tavern for that reason, to find a decently strong partner to satisfy the funny necessity of her curse.

[Willow T Ferret]

"Pink Arse?" Lamette questioned as she listens to Elora continue on and ranting about the witch that cursed her who happened to be named Cordelia. "So let me get this story straight. You stole from A witch in some woods and she cursed her to be hunted by A shadowy beast every night unless you can get someone to tan your hide well enough and that's the reason you are here now?" Lamette questioned trying to say silent enough so no one else would hear their conversation. Honestly, it was hard not to laugh at the situation the elf was in. Browsing around to find A suitable pair of hands to expertly beat her cheeks pink. Honestly, the offer was enticing come to think of it.

"So I'm assuming you haven't found anyone yet for your "delicate" task." Lamette sarcastically teases using the air quotes around delicate. "What if I say I know someone who is available to do this for you, completely free of charge and completely trustworthy?" She offered. She was indeed speaking of herself however she wasn't going to say that yet since she wanted to see how Elora would react. Not only that but she wanted to see the elf squirm a bit more.

[Tangerine]

Since the bitter subject of the curse failed to see the amusing part of her troubling condition, it hardly made her smile explaining the easy to understand details of her occasion with the witch. In a way, thanks to the tension filled nights she had left behind, Elora was more accustomed to dodging the dark beast on her tail than receiving a pride-hurting butt-smacking session. Neither as a curious little girl, nor as a witty huntress she had been on the receiving end of a spanking that was aimed to correct her attitude, or just to make her derive a valuable lesson from her mistakes. Her stubbornness tended to make it difficult for her to admit her wrongdoings, let alone being willing to pay for them.

“No, you got it wrong, missy.” The elf disagreed. “I didn’t steal anything.” Unsurprisingly, the items she had picked up were long returned. They actually never left the tower, since the witch had acted quick enough to stop the crime, and do more than that, really. “It should be considered a community service, intervening in a witch’s business.” Elora corrected her companion. “But I believe you get the rest right.” If her magical predator were to catch her, the elf actually didn’t know what it would do with her. On the other hand, she wasn’t eager to find out either.

“Hm, I can’t say I’ve tried to find anyone to do it.” Elora admitted. It would have been a funny thing to ask, even if she doubted it would be that difficult to arrange a preferably private meeting like that. Despite her clear reluctance though, it was something that needed to be eventually done for her well-being. “Yeah, exactly!” The huntress exclaimed next. “It has to be someone trustworthy.” There wasn’t much she could do to make it a dignifying experience, but the elf was understandably a bit picky regarding over whose knees she would end up lying. “Well, who’s that trustworthy person to humour my delicacy then?”

[Willow T Ferret]

Rolling her eyes, the golden-haired elf could use whatever words she wants it wouldn't change what happened and what was the current situation. She needed to find someone to give A proper spanking before the creature remerges and begins to hunt her down. Time wasn't on their side and A decision had to be made soon before not just Elora but many other lives are put at risk. Smirking Lamette then points towards herself. "Me I can." She said with A confident smile. "I already know the situation that's going on as well as what to do so it saves time. Not only that I'm more than likely to at least leave it at just A spanking unlike some of these men who could take it A step too far or could do something even more nefarious to you." She suggests while also trying to push herself as the best candidate possible. All that was missing was Elora's response.

[Tangerine]

With the revelation of whom that benevolent person might be, which was hardly a surprise, the elf looked up and down at the self-appointed candidate more intently. At the end of the meaningful glances she tossed at her human counterpart, Elora decided that she might be able to do the job. This exceedingly troublesome task of giving her elven butt some new shades, that is. “Oh, you?” The huntress squinted across the table. “What a surprise...” Despite her usual sarcasm, she didn’t have much of a choice. In a way, she actually had plenty of choices as she believed that most of the patrons at the tavern wouldn’t mind lifting the hem of her tunic. As Lamette had suggested though, she doubted she could trust those fools.

Since they had just met, and she was running out of time, Elora had to take the warrior’s word for it regarding the woman’s trustiness. The smile that had blossomed on the candidate’s face also hinted that Lamette was seemingly enthusiastic about doing the deed, which was a good thing. “I’ll take that little grin of yours as a compliment.” Elora would hate to spend the rest of the night running away from her annoyingly stubborn predator if the spanker were to fail to do the job properly. Thus, she needed someone both capable and determined. Like any other job, the key to doing this one properly was simply liking it. However, the appeal of her butt must be a mystery to the warrior when she sat.

“You didn’t see me though.” The elf suggested. “Not that part of me, anyway.” Her mug was mostly empty at that point. Sliding it to the centre of the table, Elora continued. “How can you be sure you’re interested in doing it?” To help the warrior verify that, the huntress had a semi-discreet way in mind. She slid her mug to the left side of the table. “Alright. That means you like it.” In her light grasp, the mug moved towards the opposite end of the table. “And this side means you don’t.” What she demonstrated was a subtle way for the warrior to express what she thought.

After leaving the mug at the centre, Elora got to her feet. She walked up to the bar, which was close to their table. Leaning over the counter, she reached down to grab another mug. With one of her hands, she pulled her dress down, not to reveal too much. However, the stretched fabric of her tunic should define the shape of her hips well enough for a certain redhead to check her out a little. After that, Elora returned to the table, sitting back down. “So?”

[Willow T Ferret]

Lamette continues to have the same sly grin on her face as so far Elora hadn't rejected the suggestion of her taking the task in punishing her. However, she was confused about what Elora meant on seeing that part of her and just suggested she was referring to her backside with she had been sitting for a while now. What made her even more confused was when she begins to put her mug on the table and slides across the table explaining how much she should move in response to how much she's interested.

After hearing this she then watches Elora getting up and walking towards the bar. Her walk had more sway than before and not only that but Lamette play close attention as Elora's hands moved down to the bottom of her dress where before she pulled it down she could see not only the undercurves of her behind but also her panties as well. The way it was shaped seemed She immediately begins moving the left of the table nearly going off the left side. Eventually, Elora returns to the table and sat down, and once she did Lamette recovered her thoughts and saw that the mug was on the far left side of the table. "Does this answer your question?" The human asked. Now she was even more excited to take this position and was even starting to get anxious to begin.

[Tangerine]

Upon her return, the elf was quick to verify that her redheaded companion did enjoy staring at her elven hips. “Well, thanks.” Although Lamette didn’t make any vocal expression of what she thought about her rear, the position of the mug was taken as a compliment by the huntress. It had moved quite far from the centre as well. Now that Elora knew that the warrior would be keen on fulfilling this task, there wasn’t much else to discuss. “I suppose it’s settled then.” Earlier, the human herself had said that she wouldn’t be charging her for this service. And Elora too wasn’t really interested in offering any coin for her trouble. Merely laying her hands on her coy buttocks should have been considered a reward by itself anyway.

Although the rooms here weren’t as comfortable as the ones at the inn, they would still do the job and provide them with the privacy Elora wished to have. It really depended on the position she would end up assuming, but even a single chair should have been enough to carry out the task. And of course, a preferably strong pair of arms. One to hold her in place if needed, and another to beat her butt until the desired pinkness would be achieved. Although they still seemed to have a few hours, time was flying.

To make sure no curious patrons were listening to them, Elora quickly glances across the hall before her gaze fell back upon the woman in front of her. “Alright. I’ll be going upstairs.” A slender index finger pointed to the ceiling. “I’ll leave the door open so you could tell which room.” Renting a room should have been easy enough, most of them were empty anyway. Not to arouse any suspicion, or stir an unwanted curiosity in other patrons though, she figured it was best not to walk into a room together. “You sit here a bit longer. And then pay me a visit, I guess.” The huntress got to her feet. “Sounds good?” After giving the human a few pats on the shoulder, among the glances that pierced through her elven form, she unhurriedly went upstairs.

[Willow T Ferret]

"Good glad that I've been hired for this lovely task. I have a feeling this will be my favorite job in recent time." Lamette commented. She definitely looking forward to many things. Placing Elora over her lap and getting A close view of her backside, baring said bottom to fully gaze upon its size, shape, and feel and finally spanking it to the desired color that was needed to satisfy both her and the witch that cursed her. She was then brought out of her thoughts hearing Elora explaining how this should process including leaving the door open for her to tell which one she was in. "Sounds excellent." She said.

As Elora left the table to head upstairs almost on cue Lamette's food and drink had arrived which would sell this even better as she begins eating. With every other bite of roasted pork, she ate, Lamette would wash it down with the alcoholic drink giving her somewhat of A buzz. She would still be sober enough to remember her eventually meeting with the elf upstairs but wanted it do be done we'll as she was actually planning to go past just pink and leave the cheeks bright red. Soon enough she finishes her food and drink leaving money on the table. Thinking enough time had pass she then begins to make her way upstairs and notices one of the doors open. Smirking she them approaches the door and enters closing it behind her.

[Tangerine]

Upon entering the room, Elora kept the door open as she had suggested. It was hardly a spacious accommodation, but cosy enough for tired adventurers and plastered patrons. A simple bed with a straw mattress unassumingly lay on one side, while an equally simple chair stood on the other at a round little table. A empty wooden chest was also among the furniture, which was too dusty that the huntress didn’t see herself reaching into it for any reason.

To prepare for her predicament, there wasn’t much she had to do. She opted to remove her bow and laid it on the table, which actually wasn’t the only weapon the huntress possessed. Attached to a leather strap that wrapped one of her shapely thighs, she almost always carried a dagger. Not necessarily to stab things with it, but Elora mostly used it to cut tree branches or start a fire in the forest. Pulling her trusty knife out of its sheath, she put it down as well.

During her lonely moments in the room, she looked out of the window, which overlooked the forest ahead. That otherwise peaceful view constantly reminded her the magical beast that would show up if she were to refuse doing this. After a bit of aimless glancing, Elora dragged the only chair in the room and repositioned it, so that she was facing the doorway when she sat down, something she was still able to do with ease. Folding one fair leg over the other, and crossing her arms over her bust, she awaited the eventual arrival of her new companion.

It wasn’t a smile what welcomed the redhead, but a pair of lowered golden brows. One of her booted legs was slightly kicking as Elora spent a moment just staring at the woman. “Took your time, I see.” The glaring elf suggested, undoubtedly not very fond of having kept waiting. Before finally deciding it was time to meet her client, the elf’s nostrils could also tell Lamette had opted for another drink as well. She would prefer a sober partner, to have better accuracy during the upcoming ordeal. Frankly though, the target wasn’t quite small, which would make it difficult to miss. “Anyway… Assuming you haven’t had one too many, what do you think would be the best approach to this, thing?” Elora questioned.

[Willow T Ferret]

"Trust me, even half sober I wouldn't miss hitting A backside as large and shapely as yours." Lamette said was A bit of A tease. Her cheeks had A pink hue to them but she could still do what she is tasked to do, besides sober or not she wouldn't want to miss A chance of seeing and spanking Elora's behind. Hearing the question the smirk on Lamette's face grew as she had the perfect way to start the spanking. Sitting down on the chair she then takes Elora's hand and moves her to stand just in front of her. "First how about admitting you were A naughty little elf doing what you did and ask me to give you A proper hide tanning?" She suggested to Elora half wondering what she would think about the suggestion.