It took several long minutes before Sally was finally able to catch her breath enough to stop sobbing and dribbling tears into the murk below her. By then the inferno in her backside had reached its zenith, and now began subsiding into only a lingering smolder, the coals beneath the surface of her tender cheeks radiating an almost pleasant warmth that throbbed in time with her heartbeat. It wasn’t unbearable, just hot enough to leave her squirming and sniffling and wishing desperately that she could reach back and attempt to rub away some of the sting. Unfortunately for her though, she wasn’t in a position to be able to do that just yet, but on the bright side, the weight and feel of Modan’s soft, slick skin under her and her large, firm breasts resting atop her back more than made up for it.
With a watery sigh and one last sniffle, the journeyman mage let the last of the remaining tension in her body drain out, all but melting across her mistress’s lap and sighing with a mixture of relief and contentment. As much as her bottom hurt, in that moment there was absolutely no other place she would have rather been. Especially since the throbbing ache in her cheeks was starting to work its way deeper and deeper between her shifting thighs now that she wasn’t lost in a sea of tears and pain.
“Oh ho, maybe I can set fires after all?” giggled Modan as she pinched the reddest part of Sally’s very red cheeks.
“Ah!”
Sally in turn hissed and squirmed in place across her lap, and in that moment it wasn’t too far of a stretch for her to believe that perhaps her bottom might just have been set on fire at some point.
At least there’s water nearby, just in case…
“Get up, dear.”
Modan smirked and gave her ruby cheeks one last swat.
SLAP!
“You still need to finish your crab.”
With a wince and a low moan that threatened to break down into more sniffles if she wasn’t careful, Sally slowly pushed her way up off of her mistress’s lap, using her leg and shoulder for support, before sliding back onto her feet in the water and surreptitiously dipping her sizzling rear end into the (comparatively) cool murk.
It didn’t help very much, but it was still better than nothing.
Then, with another wince she eyed the rough, moss-covered bark of the root-branch that Modan was sitting on, and weighed her options. She was in no mood to sit on her battered bottom just yet, and so picking the lesser of two evils, she climbed back up onto it with a grunt and knelt awkwardly beside her mistress. It wasn’t exactly comfortable per se, but it was still at least better than the alternative.
By some miracle of fate, Sally’s charbroiled crab was still right where she’d left it before she’d gone over Modan’s lap, and with a grimace she leaned over and snatched it back up. Then, shifting her weight from one knee to the other in a fruitless attempt to get comfortable, she slowly began to nibble down the rest of it, picking her way around the extra-crispy parts and sucking the softer meat out from the shell like she’d seen her mistress do earlier. She wasn’t all that hungry anymore, but there was absolutely no way she wasn’t going to finish eating her midday meal after she’d just been ordered to!
Watching her student nibble at her food, Modan was seized upon by a stroke of cruel inspiration.
“You look so uncomfortable kneeling like that,” she crooned, her eyes twinkling with derisive mirth. “Sit down.”
Sally moaned again and looked over at her pleadingly for as long as she dared to, hoping against hope that the naiad would change her mind, but not willing to risk going back over her knee again by pushing the point too hard. Modan just fixed her with her steely “do as I say” look however, and she knew that there was no escape from obedience now. And so, closing her eyes and doing her best to mentally prepare herself, squeezing her thighs together and squirming in dread of what she knew was going to be a very unpleasant sensation, she shifted her calves out from under her and eased herself with a pout slowly back down onto the mossy root.
“Ooooh…”
As her full weight came to rest atop the knobbly and ridged bark, she let out a low hiss that quickly devolved into a prolonged whine as the rough and uneven surface dug in pitilessly against her hot and swollen flesh, fanning the coals in her tush and reigniting the fire that Modan had stoked there only a few minutes earlier.
Oh horsefeathers and dragon spit, this stings! she wailed silently to herself, squeezing her thighs together even tighter and doing her best to ignore the warm, tingly sensations that this fresh pain was causing to pulse along her wet lips and aching clit. I’m never going to be rude again for as long as I live, I swear it!
Modan on the other hand was wearing the widest, cruelest grin that Sally had seen on her so far as she reclined back languidly against the tree trunk, eyeing the young mage hungrily as she stretched her legs out toward her.
“Go on, finish your meal,” she ordered with a dismissive wave of one pale and lustrous hand. “But don’t eat too quickly now. After all, that’s bad manners.”
“Humph!”
Sally fixed the crab in her hands with the poutiest pout she could possibly muster, and briefly considered retorting with something about how toying with people was bad manners as well, but clamped down on that impulse just as quickly as it presented itself. The thought of being rude to her mistress right now, even in jest, was enough to send a shiver down her spine and make her bottom clench involuntarily, and the twinges of pain that that elicited were more than enough to dissuade her from risking any further punishment for the time being.
So instead she chewed. It was slow work, and the rough bark biting into her battered buns only served to make it all the slower as she continued to shift her weight around in an attempt to find some position that didn’t sting and hurt.
Unfortunately for her, there were none.
Eventually though, the last bite of her crab was thoroughly chewed and swallowed, and her meal was complete.
“A-all done Mistress…”
She turned to level a shaky smile at Modan, eager to show that she’d learned her lesson while doing her best to keep her wincing to a minimum.
“Good girl.”
Leaning in toward her student now, Modan brought her knees up to her chest and rested her hands and chin on them.
“So, would you like some of those berries now?”
“Oh yes, please, Mistress!” gasped Sally, all but sagging in relief as she shifted to look more directly at her mistress, suddenly wishing very much that there was a lap there she could dive across to escape the torment of her stupid root-seat.
“Alright,” answered Modan with a shrug, climbing gracefully back to her feet and giving the girl a complete view of her body, face, hair, and blossoms in the steam. “Use what you’ve learned so far, and bring me some. I’ll be waiting here.”
She smiled then, planting her hands confidently on her hips, deep dark eyes twinkling with silent laughter.
“I trust you’re suitably motivated?”
A strangled cry of exasperation escaped from Sally’s lips, but even if she wasn’t able to have the naiad rub in those soothing berries right away, she jumped (literally) at the chance to escape from her awful perch!
This as it turned out, was a mistake.
She hadn’t realized that while she’d been eating, that the rough bark of the root had slowly been embedding itself deeper and deeper into her soft and tender flesh. Her sudden jump to her feet had yanked it free all at once, which in turn had touched off a fresh blast of white hot agony that exploded across her bottom, causing her to yelp in pained surprise as her hands flew back to clutch at her swollen seat, knocking her off balance and sending her toppling head over heels into the water with a mighty splash.
Modan just laughed as she watched her student splash and splutter, clutching at her sides and wiping away a tear of mirth from her eye.
“Take your time, if you wish. I’m in no hurry, I can assure you.”
Blushing to the roots of her sodden, honey blonde tresses, and now more determined than ever to find those berries, Sally gave another pouty huff and sloshed off in the direction of the cauldron tree that she and Modan had been sitting in the day before when she’d first been spanked by the naiad and taught about their soothing effects. She found the tree easily enough, but the berries growing nearby posed a bit of an issue.
There was more than one kind!
“Oh horsefeathers and dragon spit!” she cursed, feeling a panicked vice tighten around her heart as she stomped her foot in the muddy shallows with a ker-splush that sent water splashing in all directions. “What color were they again?”
Sally could see red berries, black berries, and even some dark purple berries. But which were the ones that Modan had used last time? Deciding that it was better to be safe than sorry, the throbbing burn in her backside making her extra-excited to be back across her mistress’s lap post-haste, she quickly snatched up as many handfuls of each type that she could find, wrapped them in a big leaf, and then carefully paddled her way back to where the naiad was waiting for her, watching her progress with naked amusement.
“Here you go, Mistress!” she declared, eagerly thrusting her offering of the small mound of berries she’d collected toward Modan. “I couldn’t remember which were the ones you used yesterday, so I just grabbed a little bit of everything I could find instead.”
Still standing atop the log, Modan raised one eyebrow and dipped her chin down in mild annoyance.
“And how is that supposed to show me what you’ve learned?”
“Well, I uh…” hemmed Sally in reply, going pink in the face all over again as she stared down at her pile of berries and frowned. “I um… I was, um… I was hoping that maybe you’d show me which were the correct ones?”
Modan rolled her eyes at that and seemed to think about something for a long moment before finally settling down again, this time straddling the branch with her thighs on either side. In her new position, the black hair and faintly aquamarine lips between her legs lay openly exposed and presented to the young mage, but she didn’t seem to even register this as she spoke.
“Very well, hand those to me.”
“R-right!”
Relieved that she wasn’t being sent back out to search again, and feeling her throat grow suddenly dry at the tantalizing sight so brazenly on display before her, Sally stepped a bit closer and passed the berries to her mistress. Nearly fumbling them into the lake in the process.
Modan accepted them all without a word, depositing the big handfuls into a small hollow that Sally hadn’t noticed earlier, before bringing her legs a little closer together to form a suitable perch.
“Over my lap.”
She patted her thighs again, though this time not particularly hard, as a mischievous, rather than stern, look stole across her regal features.
Sally was immensely grateful to have something else to do other than stare just then, and the mischievous look on her mistress’s face coupled with those three magic words made her stomach flip-flop with delightfully nervous anticipation. Smiling shyly, she approached the naiad on wobbly knees and hoisted herself up awkwardly into position across her waiting lap, the new position of her straddling the log making the entire experience even more new and exciting as she settled in.
“Ready, Mistress,” she squeaked happily, giving her bottom a little wiggle to emphasize her point.
“So I see.”
Modan chuckled at the girl’s cute enthusiasm, seeming almost surprised that she had the audacity to actually wiggle that swollen, ruby red thing at her after what she’d just done to it. With Sally’s head and arms hanging over one side of the branch now, and her juicy thighs dangling down the other, her bottom was by far the highest and most visible part of her right then.
“Ahem.”
Modan made a show of clearing her throat before plucking up a round, red berry, – not too unlike Sally’s own swollen seat – and popping it into her mouth, chewing contentedly.
“The great honeyberry creeper gnaws its roots into the cauldron trees and sucks out their life, just like the worms you saw below. This is the source of its healing properties,” she lectured, tracing a single fingertip idly across the taut, yet jiggly, surface stretched out before her. “The others you picked typically send their rootlings into mud filled cracks on the smaller islands, hang them into the rich water from tree roots or floating masses, or else catch insects with sweet-smelling traps.”
Sally squirmed as the naiad’s fingertip tickled her tush, and nodded her head eagerly, absorbing the knowledge like a sponge. She absolutely loved learning all about the different vines and the berries they produced, and this time around she did her best to try and commit everything that she was being told to memory. They all sounded so fascinating, and she made a mental note to examine them more closely later on when she had the chance.
“You know how to speak to the trees and herbs, and are capable of asking them which is which. So you should have remembered the aura and Power of the honeyberry, but you did not, and clearly you did not think to ask either.”
Shaking her head in mild exasperation, Modan reached into the hollow once more and plucked out another berry, letting it rest on Sally’s back.
“This is a crimson dewdrop,” she explained, gently rolling it against the girl’s soft, creamy skin to familiarize her with its texture. “They are quite sweet, but not what you were sent for.”
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMCK!
Without warning, Modan delivered five full-force swats right against the relaxed mage’s sit-spots, just as hard and fast as she could, sending the little berry flying off into the water as she began thrashing about.
“I’m sorry Mistress, I’m sorry! I wasn’t thinking, I’m sorrrryyyy!” wailed Sally, flailing her arms and legs wildly as she was taken by surprise.
“That often seems to be the case, little human,” observed Modan, placing a firm hand on the girl’s lower back as she waited for her to stop thrashing.
When her student had settled down again, she continued.
“This one is a morning star. Beloved of birds and bats, but poisonous to humans.”
Sally stiffened as the naiad placed the berry in question along the base of her spine, noting the feel of its smaller, lighter, bumpier weight.
Oh horsefeathers! How could I have been so foolish? she berated herself silently.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
She didn’t have much time to dwell on her mistake however, for a moment later five more smacks exploded across her sit-spots, sending the scary berry flying and wringing out a fresh chorus of wails from her in the process.
“Ah! Oh! Ack!”
After she’d finished recovering from those swats, Sally heard Modan squish something between her fingers, and then felt cool, soothing juices dribbling down onto her sizzling cheeks. Sighing with relief at the wonderful sensation, she once more melted across the log as her mistress’s strong fingers began to knead the juicy pulp gently into her sit-spots, up and down her cheeks, and along the inside of her crack. Her face flushed a hot shade of crimson as she felt the naiad’s fingers spread her cheeks apart to work the juice in even further between them, and even around her puckered rosebud, but she didn’t ask her to stop and instead buried her face in her hands while arching her back, purring softly with every caress.
Modan’s fingers were relentless. Groping and squeezing everywhere they went, like a baker kneading dough, and the sensation was absolutely breathtaking.
“Oh Mistress… T-thank you!” she moaned.
Modan just smiled and kept on lovingly rubbing, working in more and more of the cold juices and taking in the adorable reactions of the girl across her lap. As she finished however, Sally started to grow aware of an unfamiliar tingling sensation that began to gradually supplant the cooling relief that she’d been feeling just a moment earlier.
“Those were six Kura’s delights,” Modan informed her, her voice carrying a cruel amusement with it. “Their burning oil fends off rot and fungi, but is harmless to the bats that eat them and spread their seeds.”
Modan patted each cheek once, affectionately.
“I…”
Sally swallowed hard, feeling a thin sheen of sweat starting to form on her nervously furrowed brow.
“Um… I see.”
There was a burn that followed in the aftermath of her mistress’s caress, one that had nothing to do with her earlier spanking. Sally’s bottom and thighs suddenly felt much more sensitive, as if the air itself was enough to sting them, and she all too quickly found herself painfully aware of every single micro-current in the steam wafting across her bare skin.
Oh dear, I have a very bad feeling about this…
“Oh, and here are three more crimson dewdrops,” announced Modan pleasantly, drawing Sally mercilessly out of her worried reverie as she returned to cracking her palm against her pupil’s unprotected backside.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Again, without any warning whatsoever, she delivered fifteen hard, fast, and above all else merciless, spanks all over Sally’s throbbing tush, setting the seemingly innocuous berry juices off like lantern oil from a spark!
“Aieee!”
Throwing her head back, Sally let out a long, high-pitched cry of agony, arching her spine and pushing her legs out as straight as they would go. If she hadn’t known better, in those first few moments after Modan had started spanking her she would have sworn that she’d actually lit her bottom on fire with a spell! The burning sensation produced by those spanks landing on her berry juice soaked cheeks was absolutely, shockingly exquisite in its ferocity, and for nearly half a minute straight all she could do was squeal in shock and pain.
And then came the tears.
Ignoring her cries, Modan continued to merrily tick off the remaining berries she’d been presented with, delivering five vicious swats for each incorrect one she found.
“Let’s see now… Five more morning stars, four dragonsbane eggs, and… oh my… three of my precious white rabbitberries!”
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
What ensued was pain far beyond any Sally had ever endured at the monastery, or even in the last day. The berry juice, already rubbed and spanked deep into her skin, was like a constant oil burn, and the seventy-five smacks that landed on top of her already ruby red bottom were thrice as painful as they should have been.
Gods below, she’d had no idea that that was even impossible!
Clinging to the root beneath her for dear life, Sally sobbed hysterically as Modan dished out a truly legendary spanking that pushed her well beyond what she thought she was capable of enduring. The pain was beyond words, and she soon found herself lost in a foggy sea of torment and fire for what felt like forever. It was the most intense punishment she’d ever experienced in her two and twenty years of life, and it was something that she would treasure always.
Once she had a chance to recover, that was.
—
Modan hoped that she would never have to spank the young mage like that ever again. Lots of other ways yes, but not like that. She let the girl cry for a time after she’d finished meting out her discipline, more than a little satisfied at having broken her down so completely, past words or struggles, submerging her fully into a deep lake of pain, submission, and acceptance.
With her punishment now over, she began massaging Sally’s back softly and lovingly. And like dew embracing a leaf, she brought the mist around them inward and accumulated it around the poor girl’s battered buttocks, moistening them and letting the irritating oil be washed away slowly, drop by drop. Gradually, Sally’s cheeks were revealed to now be a strikingly dark shade of crimson as the last of the berry pulp was carried away, not that far away from purple truth be told, and looked to be swollen to almost twice their usual size.
It wasn’t a bad look at all, really. Probably better than the aftermath of any of the errant novice cultist punishments she’d witnessed, at least as far as she could remember.
“There, there,” soothed Modan as she finally, finally crushed the seven great honeyberries that Sally had managed to collect for her and repeated the treatment from before, rubbing this much cooler, much softer juice into her ruined flesh.
It couldn’t possibly relieve all of the pain she was feeling just then, that would require a prolonged soak in the waters of her bog to fully take effect, but it immediately took the edge off of it. She wanted Sally up and active again, to give her another chance to prove herself before nightfall.
—
Slowly, Sally began to emerge from her haze of agony and back into the land of the living. She was still sore and drained, feeling far more spent than she had after any prolonged training session she’d endured back at the monastery, but she at least no longer felt like her bottom was being held above a bonfire.
“You’re a good girl.”
Modan tickled her still hypersensitive cheeks and crack, and even the backs of her thighs for good measure, a low chuckle rumbling deep within her as she watched her spent student start squirming and giggling back into an approximation of her usual exuberance.
“A very thoughtless one sometimes, but good.”
“T-thank you, Mistress,” Sally managed to respond in a breathy gasp as she wriggled in spite of herself, buoyed up by her mistress’s kind words and wandering fingers. “I-I’m sorry I picked your special berries. Thank you for teaching me about them, though.”
Modan responded by keeping up her kneading, ticking, and massaging. And after a while, she allowed one of her fingertips to venture downward and just barely tease the base of the girl’s vulva. In turn, Sally’s limbs jolted out in all directions, as if she’d just been struck by a bolt of lightning, and she let out a squeal that more than rivaled her ones from earlier.
“Ah! M-Mistress…” she moaned, gnawing on her lower lip as her eyes rolled up in pleasure and she once more went jelly-like across the naiad’s spread thighs.
Modan ignored her reactions completely however, and continued to just rub and massage her bottom, thighs, and lower back. Pleased by the response she was getting, but not quite willing yet to let her desperate acolyte have the release she so clearly craved.
“Why don’t you spend the rest of the daylight getting to know the plants and animals better?” she suggested gently, but firmly. “I think I’ve helped you learn enough to teach yourself some more on your own.”
She patted her bottom a few times then, signaling that it was time to get up.
Sally let out a little whimper at the non-verbal order to rise, but nevertheless did as she was told and slowly slid off of the root and back into the warm water. The minerals and heat felt wonderful on her aching tush as it sank beneath the surface, although they did frustratingly little for her other ache.
Humph!
She was in no mood to earn any more discipline however, and so with a nod of her head and a meek, “Yes Mistress”, she sloshed off in the direction of the clusters of berries she’d pilfered earlier.
The first priority on her list of things to do was to get to know each and every one of those bushes and vines very well so that she never would have to experience their ill effects ever again!
