Wild Magic (for GloriousDeath)

[BitterChalice]

Bandits, cutthroats, vagrants, and the like were often seen in the city court.
But that day, in the dock, was a young elf, she didn't seem to be more than twenty years old. She was extremely beautiful, her long red hair braided up to her narrow hips. Her pale, freckled face wore a worried expression, her large green eyes darting from side to side.
The dark red dress was richly embroidered, the long skirt reached her ankles and the bodice hugged a round breast, which could be seen from the plunging neckline.

Zafira was standing in the dock of the People's Court.
She lifted her hands, jingling the handcuffs on her wrists, to touch the collar around her neck.
That artifact blocked all of her powers.

She could do nothing but anxiously await the judge's verdict.
She thought back to what had happened.
It was supposed to be a quick mission, clearing the city granary of a horde of ferocious rats.
Too bad her magic had thrown a tantrum and a magical backlash had set fire to some sacks of supplies, eventually setting fire to the entire barn and nearby houses, causing immense damage.

The guards had caught up and arrested her as she tried to escape, sealing her powers and locking her up in a cell.

She didn't have enough money to pay off all that damage and she was afraid they were going to lock her up for a long, long time.

[GloriousDeath]

As the old judge silently precided over the court, a single man in slightly fancier armor was explaining the situation to the jury. He was Nevann, the captain of the town's guards. They had managed to get eyewitness testimonies out of some of the other adventurers who were accompaning her (an easy mission they just all happened to take, clearly they had chosen to tell the truth rather than get in trouble for a person they barely knew).

"And so, I ask you, dear jury. After such fragrant disregard for the safety of our dear town." he asked as he paced before the jury, "Should she escape punishment for her arrogant misuse of powers that frankly she doesn't deserve?". As he talked it was obvious which way the verdict would lean, all that she had for defence was that she didn't intentionally cause the incident, so she was at least spared from execution or something else on that level.

As the jury deliberated their verdict however, Nevann walked over to the dock, an arrogant smirk across his face, just like the one he had when he locked that collar across her neck and had his men drag her through town as if parading an impressive catch. "So, looks like you'll be locked away for a long, long time." he mentioned as he leaned on the wooden dock, "Can't imagine your, 'inately gifted' kind of magical brat enjoys the thought of wasting away in a cell for at least a decade....". His smile then deepens, "I suppose through that I could convince them of an alternate punishment, would only last a year too.... But I doubt YOU'd want a help of a mere town guard.".

(Hope I did okay)

[BitterChalice]

Zafira had been looking at the jury the entire time, trying to put on a shy, helpless, frightened expression.
She was scared, sure, but being shy and helpless was a farce. She was quite arrogant, actually.
Arrogance she couldn't hide when Nevann approached her, a contemptuous smirk appeared on her face.
If she hadn't that collar she would have wiped that smile off his face.

However she was helpless. She clenched her fingers in frustration, glaring at the man, angry. "You wouldn't talk to me like that if I didn't have this," she said haughtily, brushing her collar.
She stared at the jury, for a long moment, trying to stay still.
The idea of a decade in a prison with that collar on was scary though.
Then she sighed, surrendered, giving in to those words.

"Okay... What do you want in return to get them to be lenient?" the elf finally asked. "I have no money if you hope to get rich."

(Perfect)

[GloriousDeath]

"Well, yes, but it's quite enjoyable seeing you reduced to being completely helpless without your magic. If I had my way everyone of you would have one of these slapped on." Nevann laughed to himself as he drummed his fingers on the railing.

As Zafira surrendered, the man's smile grew even wider as he released a silent laugh, "Don't worry, no amount of money would make up for losing the satisfaction of seeing you arrogant magic users reduced to such a state. No, I want something more... But you'll need to play the penant troublemaker looking to repent. If your behavious is good enough you'll probably be out before a year. Now, just play along with what I say." the captain said as he left the railing.

Returning just as the jury delivered the quilty verdict, but before they could announce the punishment. "Now, dear jury." he began, "While Miss Zafira's guilt is quite well proven, would locking her away really prove any point?" he asked. "She'd just rot in there stewing in hatred until she's let out.... Instead, how about we give her a chance to show how sorry she is for all of this.". Nevann then walked over to the dock, turning everyone's attention to the elf, "After all, you're terribly sorry for what you have done and would love nothing more than to apologize to everyone involved, right Zafira?" he asked, flashing a smirk only she could see.

"And since she's fairly young I propose we deal with her the same way as any jouvenile delingquent. A good proper spanking for a naughty brat. Of course, we'd have to escalate the punishment to fit the crime, but one right here in the courtroom should show Zafira is more than willing to admit her mistakes and accept rehabilitation.".

(Um, do you prefer belts or just a hand spanking?)

[BitterChalice]

Zafira seethed with rage as she watched the man begin his speech again. He was just a frustrated asshole who wanted to humiliate her.
The problem was that she had no weapons to defend herself.

She had to admit the lost, so she submitted, doing as was told. “Oh yes, yes I am!” she exclaimed, ignoring Nevann's satisfied smirk. “I'm really sorry, please let me prove it!” pleaded the jury, feeling her anger build. “I am willing to accept the consequences of my actions, but please be lenient,” she said almost in tears, playing the sorry girl.

But when the man mentioned a spanking, the elf's eyes widened.
That ugly son of a bitch. That's what his plan was.
Her pale face flushed with her indignation as she glared at the guard. That plebeian, how dare he?!

She could no longer retract, plus the other option was jail for decades!
She lowered her head, defeated.

Behind her the citizens who were watching the trial seemed pleased by this turn of events.
Zafira no longer knew what to hope for.


(I have no problem with the belt if you want to use it. Whichever implement you prefer is fine.)

[GloriousDeath]

With Zafira's surrender Nevann clapped, starting a small polite clapping from some of the other's watching before walking over to the elf. "Well, she seems sorry enough, but we can never tell for truth until after the brat is spanked." he said as he took her upper arm and led her out of the dock, only to then turn her around and bend her over the wooden railing, "I'd reccomend grabbing and holding on if you want to keep yourself in position." he whispered to her before pushing her upper half over.

With her now folded in half to rest on the dock, Nevann started fussing with his pants "Unfortunately, I haven't brough a proper implement with me, but my belt should suffice for this... demonstration." he said as he finally took out his belt, folding it in half.

Then, with a satisfied grin, he reached to graps Zafira's dress and began to pull up until her undergarments were exposed, only letting go once the dress was moved over, leaving it's back half bunched up around her and it's front half left to fall down as normal.

(You know what I mean with the dress, right?)

[BitterChalice]

Zafira tried to resist when she realized they wanted to do it there, in front of everyone, but the man was much taller and stronger than her.
She found herself bent over in the dock. His whisper in the ear made her shiver as she realized what was about to happen. “No one has ever dared so…,” she hissed back, stifling a groan when he pushed her forward.
The desk was slightly high for her, forcing her to stand on toes, her butt pushed out of that position.

Her breathing quickened as she heard him fumbling with the belt. “No…,” she gasped, barely audible. "You pay for this...", a slight hiss, a threat aimed solely at the man.
After all, empty threats were the only thing she had left ...

She gripped her fingers on the railing as her dress was lifted up, revealing to the audience her soft, round bottom covered in silky lingerie.
The way she quivered revealed how tense she actually was.

(Yes, yes I understand)