Sore Clemency (with Matisse)

[Tangerine]

It was nice to see some progress being made. To ensure a better acknowledgement of one’s crime, a necessary treatment. At the same time, a prudent precaution to kill off the thief within the young elf. After rising up, Mercy’s hand halted as the elf barked an apology. The last smacks certainly had been effective. From the looks of it, Elona didn’t have a high tolerance for a spanking session, which proved that size of one’s butt wasn’t necessarily proportional to its resistance.

As if it wasn’t she who had been pummelling the elf’s butt, and Elona’s pretty eyes weren’t all teary, the angel beamed cheerfully at her client’s confession. “Good job!” She exclaimed, lowering her hand and resting it atop the shoplifter’s bum. “This was a good start!” Yes, the word she used was “start.”

A sudden knock on the door interrupted the angel’s session. “Yes?” She called out. Good thing the door was closed, for privacy reasons. In a way, it was doctor-patient confidentiality. “Come in!” Mercy shouted anyway. It was the tavern keeper, who wished to clear the table. The man entered the room. The view of Elona’s bottom over soft legs welcomed him. His gaze found the teacup on the table, but inevitably shifted over the elf.

“More tea?” He asked.

[Matisse]

The elf lady smiled, happy that Mercy had praised her, but her smile soon vanished as the angel spoke again, letting her undestand that her punishment was far from ending.

"Start?!" Elona exclaimed, surprised "There will be more? But I'm already..."

She suddenly fell silent, extremely embarrassed, as she heard the knoch. Luckily, the angel wouldn't have anyone... no, what?!

Elona covered her face with her hands in complete shame. She wasn't an abitual customer of the tavern, but she didn't want the innkeeper to see in that situation, on the angel's knees like a kid with her bottom in full display, it wasn't fair.

"Send him away, please..." she whispered to the angel, embarassed like never before in her life.

[Tangerine]

Her buttocks were indeed in full display, practically impossible to miss. Someone had to be blind not to notice the elf in the room. And the man was not. When he walked into the room, he was confronted by the rather odd, or interesting, image of a bottomless elf lying over the angel’s knees. However, it certainly wasn’t up to him how Mercy punished the residents of the town.

Hearing the elf’s complaints, the angel’s eyes shuttled between the owner of the tavern and Elona. “Oh!” She raised her brows. “Oh… I forgot.” Obviously, Elona was a bit shy about someone seeing her like this. At least, the man hadn’t seen which face owned those fairly large buttocks. But honestly, it shouldn’t have been that hard to figure it out. He walked past the chair and collected the cup. It wasn’t empty, but a lukewarm tea was no good anyway.

“Don’t mind me.” On his way back, he made sure to pause a little behind Elona and inspect what the angel had been up to so far.

“Sir? Please, this is a private session.” Mercy warned when he lingered around them.

“Of course.” The man spoke. “Good job.” He added with a smirk.

“Oh, thanks!” The cheery angel beamed, pulling her hand off the elf’s bum, letting him appreciate her work a bit better. “Especially this one.” While giggling, she traced a pink handprint on Elona’s bottom. Giving her a simple nod, the man quickly left the room after that.

[Matisse]

Elona was still shielding her face with her hands, too embarass to say or do anything. She stood there, like she wasn't really in the room, as the conversation between the two went on.

Once that the innkeeper finally left the room, she moved her hands away from her face, red as a tomato.

"You are supposed to be fair." she said, angry and disappointment in her voice "Why did you let him watch my behind? What about the private session?"

She was really embarrassed and angry at the angel. She couldn't believe she did that.

"And did you have to comment about the marks you left? Rude." she whimpered.

[Tangerine]

Once the haphazard disruption of the man was over, the elf’s hands stopped covering her pretty face as well. What followed next was a bunch of complaints. Maybe she had the right to question the privacy of this session, but not the authority behind it.

“Rude? Unfair? Me?” A mixture of sadness and disappointment lowered the angel’s brows. She was upset to be aimed by such unwelcome accusations. “Your behind, young lady…” To print another one of those aforementioned marks onto the elf’s backside, the angel swiftly lashed her hand against the elf. “…happens to be within my unquestionable jurisdiction.” Her hand rose up again, and whacked across a pair of elven buttocks. “I decide upon its fate.”

Angelic fingers pinched one of the elf’s pointy ears. “You just earned yourself a new punishment.” Pulling Elona by the ear, she stood her up. “Sit on the table, will you?” Mercy ordered as this one deserved a new position.