When the croak of the first frog finally came, signaling with it the fall of evening, Sally Vinebrook sprang to her feet from where she’d been sitting cross-legged in the mud at the edge of the ruin island near the bubbling spring and all but dove into the murky lake behind her, making a beeline toward the tree where she’d had her lesson in “serving” her mistress the previous evening. Pumping her legs vigorously, she reached the trunk nearly out of breath, but in record time. She was becoming a far better swimmer just in these last few days.
Climbing up onto one of the tree’s slick, moss-covered roots, she stumbled forward a few steps and plopped her back against its gnarled trunk and tried to catch her breath. As she did so, she cast a contemplative look up into the thick canopy above her, wondering with some trepidation how it was that she was going to get up there. For a moment she considered trying to climb the tree, but quickly tossed that idea aside. She didn’t have the skill for something like that, especially with her arms already tired from swimming, and besides, the nearest handholds she could see were more than two meters above her head.
“No choice, I suppose…”
Fidgeting nervously, she let out a long, protracted sigh, and then reached out with her mind to touch the creepers hanging throughout the canopy.
Excuse me, I need to get up there to join our mistress, will you please help me up?
She finished with the proper arcane syntax, whispered aloud. In response to her call, several vines slithered down from the branches high above. They then looped themselves around and under each of her armpits and began to haul her up. As they did so, Sally could feel the same sense of smugness and mockery they’d been exuding ever since assisting Modan with her discipline that very first evening when she’d arrived, and she couldn’t help but get the impression that they were squeezing around her shoulders and back just a little tighter than was strictly necessary.
She endured all of this with merely a pouty huff however, thinking and saying nothing that might insult the surprisingly sensitive plants, and eventually she found herself dangling amid a mass of algae and moss-hung branches crawling with vines several meters above the surface of the water below. A soft, cool drizzle was falling down through the light foliage above and it sprinkled against her skin, contrasting shockingly with the warm mist all around her as she remained there, hanging.
At first she waited patiently for the vines to release their snug hold from around her armpits so that she could drop down onto the branch just beneath her feet, but after several long seconds it grew apparent that they had no intention of letting go. Which was exactly what she’d been afraid of.
Gritting her teeth, Sally wriggled in the vine’s grip, squirming her legs and arms around in a vain attempt to try and slip free from them on her own.
Alright, you can let me go now, she thought at the creepers, trying not to let them pick up on the embarrassment and worry slowly starting to edge its way into her perception. Thank you for all of your help, but I can take it from here!
“Mmmm… Such a lovely decoration. I’m half-tempted to keep you there,” purred a melodious voice in greeting from somewhere behind her, making Sally squeak in surprise. “Wouldn’t that be lovely? A beautiful human girl hanging in the trees for all who pass through to see and admire? Like a flower or a luscious fruit.”
Sally’s entire body began to glow a hot pink, and her struggles intensified three-fold as visions of total strangers riding through the forest ogling her naked, suspended, and helpless for their viewing pleasure appeared before her mind’s eye. It was one thing to be left to stand outside the monastery refectory with a well-spanked bare bottom on display as an object lesson to her fellow sisters, but this would be something else entirely!
“Nooo,” she moaned, even as her thighs squeezed together at the thought of how deliciously embarrassing that would be. “Please Mistress, I can’t!”
“Oh, I think that you can.”
With a silent command from Modan, the vines began to rearrange themselves around Sally. Others swooped in to grasp the wriggling mage as the first ones let her go, causing her to swing gently from side to side as she was repositioned just above a platform of thickly knotted and overgrown branches off to her right.
She could feel the naiad’s body heat radiating out from just behind her, and she shivered with anxious anticipation as she felt the naiad touch her shoulder blade, running a single, totally in control fingertip down along the column of her spine to the small of her back.
“Surely you can deal with some unruly arch vines, now that you’re a green wizardess who has plumbed the depths of their swamp for nearly three whole days?”
Modan chuckled darkly.
“Of course, the longer it takes you to get free of them, the more likely it is that the lady of this place will grow bored merely watching. And then she will have to amuse herself.”
Another vine descended from somewhere above them then, snaking around Sally’s waist, and the three of them hoisted her up a few inches higher. This caused Modan’s finger to be dragged along the upper curve of her bottom until it was poking her right in the sit-spot, just above her empowered signature. Despite the precariousness of Sally’s predicament, the sensation of her mistress’s fingertip tickling her sensitive cheek and sit-spot made her giggle. Which in turn made her squirm, making her giggle all the more.
“So…”
Modan patted her a few times, keeping her voice tauntingly nonchalant.
“You should probably give it an earnest try.”
Sally could feel the vines holding her chuckling right along with the naiad, which caused her to blush even deeper and pout tremendously as she reached out desperately to them once again.
Let me go, let me go!
The vines only tightened their grip however, and the one around her belly pulled itself slightly upward, raising her bottom and legs as it forced her to arch her back.
Grinning hungrily, Modan seized the opportunity being presented to her and delivered a sharp slap to the center of first one cheek, and then the other.
SMACK! SMACK!
“We’re off to rather a bad start, aren’t we, sweet one?”
She then gave each cheek another, harder slap, making sure each one really packed a wallop this time.
SMACK! SMACK!
“Oh! Ack! Ow, owie!”
Sally squirmed in her vine harness, fluttering her legs behind her as if somehow she could swim through the air and escape the clinging creepers and her mistress’s casual bottom swats.
“T-they won’t listen to me!” she whined impetuously.
Squeezing her eyes shut tight, she resumed trying to get the vines to let her go, alternating between pleading and threatening all sorts of horrible fates, that due to her genuinely kind nature amounted to little more than minor inconveniences at best. The vines just laughed and tightened their grip on her however, content to side with Modan instead of her as they abstractly communicated how much they enjoyed “helping” her mistress.
“Come now,” chided the naiad. “Surely you can do better than that. Or at least, I hope you can.”
Modan paused for a moment.
“Or do I?”
As if in response to her rhetorical question, the vine around Sally’s waist pulled up higher still, so that her rear end was angled just above her head, which was now hanging roughly around the level of her parted knees. With this change in position came a new perspective for her as well, and she huffed out an indignant pout as she caught sight of Modan standing on a thick branch behind her, grinning.
Making eye contact with her trapped student, the naiad drew half a step closer and reached out to slide her left hand between her soft cheeks. She then used her fingers to spread them open, and began to deliver a series of ruthless, wrist-flicking swats to the inside of her cleft.
SLAP-SMACK! SLAP-SMACK! SLAP-SMACK!
Sally let out a long, high-pitched squeal of agony and pulled her balled up fists in tight against her swaying chest as she felt her mistress begin to light a fire in one of her most tender areas.
Ignoring Sally’s cries, andgiggling and chortling all the while as she went, Modan swatted away at the insides of both buttocks, where pain was never meant to be experienced.
“Or maybe I really will have a new decoration? A shiny, red, weeping decoration.”
As Modan swatted away seemingly without a care in the world, Sally tried desperately to clench her bottom cheeks together, to shield their inner cleft from Modan’s casual abuse, but her fingers were like a steel vice prying them apart, and she was left with no other choice but to weep and cry out.
“Pleeeeease Mistress, pleeease! They won’t listen to me! Please don’t leave me up here like this, it’s too embarrassing!”
“Don’t talk to me, sweet. It’s the arch vines you must deal with. I’m simply taking innocent advantage of the, shall we say…”
Grinning wickedly, Modan paused long enough to lean forward and run her tongue along the length of the exposed area between Sally’s cheeks, making the girl shiver and gasp and savoring the heat she tasted there, before drawing back and resuming her attack on a now freshly wetted target.
“…’Situation’ right in front of me.”
SLAP-SMACK! SLAP-SMACK! SLAP-SMACK!
Humming quietly to herself, she swatted the inside of each cheek five more times, very fast and very hard, and then once more directly over Sally’s delightfully puckered anus, making her shriek loud enough to send birds scattering from their nests in the distance.
“Oh gods below, that stings!”
Panting and sweating, Sally was relieved beyond words when Modan at last let her cheeks ease back together. But that relief just as quickly turned to horror as the vines around her head and arms lowered her torso even further so that she was nearly upside down, and her stomach lurched as she saw her mistress wrapping another, thinner vine around her arm like she had two days prior.
“Come now, surely you can solve this one silly, little puzzle?”
Modan reached out and let the tendril coiled around her right forearm rub itself hungrily across both of Sally’s cheeks, before then raising her arm up with a cruel grin and lashing her across both sit-spots at once.
THWACK!
“I’m trying!” squealed Sally, kicking her feet forward and back in a frantic attempt to run away from the vine whip, which merely made her sway in her restraints. “Really Mistress, I am!”
“What is it that wise bog mystics say again?” taunted Modan in turn. “Hmmm… Oh yes, that’s right. ‘Do or do not, there is no try’.”
She laughed at that and then brought down her lash again, and again, leaving two more lines across both of the mage’s cheeks.
THWACK! THWACK!
Screwing her eyes shut tight, Sally gritted her teeth and focused on the vines, projecting with as much ferocity as she could the image of them uncoiling from around her.
Listen, blast you! I’m serious! Let me go, let me goooo!
At her impassioned command, the vines around her arms began to loosen, and the one around her waist started to tremble, as if shuddering in fear. However, a moment later, they redoubled their grip, and another loop descended from above to ensnare her ankles, squeezing tight.
“Uh-uh-uh,” chided Modan with a disapproving cluck of her tongue before she whipped her again.
THWACK!
And again.
THWACK!
And then again, against the tops of her thighs this time.
THWACK-THWACK!
“Aieee!”
“Brute force isn’t the answer, dear.”
She whipped the mage yet again, and laughed once more.
THWACK!
“Try again.”
Great fat teardrops were dribbling down Sally’s face now, tracing along her delicate jawline and falling below to feed the trees, and as Modan intensified her lashing, all she was able to do was wriggle and cry.
“I am trying!”
THWACK!
“You’d better try harder then.”
Gathering herself again, she gave a great, heaving sniffle and let out a long, shaky breath. With a supreme effort of will, Sally did her best to shut out the lines of fire being burned across her cheeks and focused her mind on the Power and the vines now squeezing tighter than ever around her.
Please release me, vines. In the name of our Mistress, I’m asking you to release me!
Then, deciding it couldn’t hurt to try, she added with a hopeful smile.
Pretty please?
With that, the vines clinging to her immediately began to draw back like snakes slithering up into the canopy, uncoiling and dropping away from her armpits and ankles, and breaking out from under her waist all at once. Immediately, Sally dropped into a deadfall, but half a heartbeat later she came to an abrupt halt as a fresh pair of vines snatched her by the ankles, and another one lashed out to cushion her head from the recoil.
“Not bad. But that could have been problematic had I not commanded these others to catch you,” observed Modan as she descended from above through the steeple of branches, raindrops, and mist, supported by a pair of vine tendrils of her own. “You’ll have to think one or two more steps in advance, sweet.”
Her voice was rich and melodious as she came to a stop just above Sally and delivered another vertical lash along the girl’s left cheek from right behind her, and then another on her right.
THWACK-THWACK!
“Aieee! Yes Mistress!” squealed Sally in reply, wriggling in an ineffectual attempt to escape her mistress’s punishing displeasure.
On reflex, her right hand flew back to hover over her bottom as she tried to decide if she should chance a rub or not, while her left remained firmly wrapped in a loose fist around the prize of her labors from that afternoon, cradling it against her chest protectively.
“I-I’ll remember that for next time, I promise!”
Modan used the girl’s moment of indecision as an opportunity to whip another, thinner, vine around her right wrist, yanking it off to the side, and then following it up with three more lashes across her inverted bum.
THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!
“Well, for starters, it looks like you need to get free once again.”
THWACK!
“And I think you’ve learned by now what happens when I need to save you from falling.”
Modan then had the vines pull on Sally so that she was lying face up, back horizontal, and ankles hoisted straight in the air to offer her tautly-stretched bottom and thighs to her. With a low chuckle, she perched herself with preternatural grace on another slimy branch just below her, and with her deep black eyes glistening, whipped the lash again and again and again.
With her feet trapped in the air above her, all Sally could do was try and wiggle her hips from side to side, moaning and yelping and promising to do better as searing lash after searing lash took bite after bite of her rapidly reddening and welting flesh. As tears streaked down her face and her breasts heaved freely with each ragged breath, she tried picturing the vines loosening their grip around her ankles, but instead of just letting her fall free, she tried to communicate to them the idea that she wanted them to slowly lower her legs and then the rest of her body down onto the branch below.
“Please!” she cried aloud, no longer sure if she was begging her mistress to stop, or the vines to obey.
“You had it before. Now you’re going back to something that you know doesn’t work.” admonished Modan with a shake of her head and a mocking smile, doing a surprisingly good job of approximating the tone of one of Sally’s sterner instructors from the monastery.
“Oh, what’s this?”
She sounded totally different then, innocently excited as she took her eyes off of the welted tush in front of her and beamed at something on the branch beside her.
“Why those are some Kura’s delights! Oh, how perfect!”
With a cruel giggle, Modan straightened up again with a pair of plump red berries in each hand. Crushing them into pulp between her fists, she then slowly advanced on the trapped mage while grinning from ear to ear.
“No hurry now. Take your time and figure this one out, dear.”
Sally felt the color drain out of her face and her stomach ball itself up into an icy knot as her mistress began kneading the deceptively cool pulp onto her fresh welts and in between her reddened cheeks, humming pleasantly to herself as she worked. But even though she knew what was going to start happening to her in just a few short moments, the sensation of the naiad’s strong hands massaging the cool juice into her sore skin did feel good, and a soft sigh escaped her lips.
“Ahhh…”
Then, remembering that she was on a short fuse before the real inferno touched off in her backside, she began frantically racking her mind for whatever it was that she’d done the last time to make the darn vines obey.
“Oh no, oh no, oh my, oh no, no, no, no, no!” she began to chant as her heart rate skyrocketed. “Please Mistress, no, no, noooooo!”
“Keep begging me for mercy, please. I’m sure you’ll sway me eventually.”
With half a thought, Modan ordered the vines to part Sally’s ankles, spreading her legs out to either side and offering the girl’s sopping wet vagina to her.
“Oh gods…”
In an effort to help her clear her mind and concentrate entirely on the problem at hand that needed solving, Modan bit her lower lip and flashed her a pair of smoldering bedroom eyes between her parted legs, before then bending forward to blow cool air across her swollen, sensitive lips.
“Time runs short, sweet thing…”
She bit her lip again then, licking it lasciviously, before leaning forward and sticking her tongue all the way out to massage it up and down along the length of the mage’s labia, pausing every now and again to swivel it around her clitoris. Meanwhile, her hands came up to cup either bum cheek, squeezing them gently and coaxing the berry juice there to start to burn and flame the quivering girl’s tender skin.
“Haaah… haaah… oooooh…” moaned Sally, the noises escaping her in low, guttural purrs.
She hadn’t realized just how wet her mistress had been making her all throughout this whole ordeal, and with her legs now parted, her spine desperately lifted her hips up as high as she could manage. Trying simultaneously to receive more of Modan’s oral attention, while at the same time escape the rapidly mounting berry-heat as it radiated in faster and faster waves off of her red and welted bottom.
Horsefeathers and dragon spit! she cursed silently to herself as she gnawed on her lower lip, her eyes rolling up in a heady mixture of pleasure and pain. How are her hands not burning right now? Is it because she’s a water nymph?
Seemingly in taunting response to her racing thoughts, Modan moved her hands away from Sally’s buttocks and grabbed her thighs instead, forcing them further apart and bringing her face in to lap at her closer, and more deeply, sending a shiver and spasm through the gasping girl with each lick. Meanwhile, another vine rose up from below, and began following up each of her licks with one of its own, across one cheek and then the other.
THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!
Making the burning berry juice positively explode!
“Aieee!”
Sally’s eyes shot open wide and nearly bulged out of her head entirely as the treacherous vine joined in on the licking, and her cries ratcheted up several more octaves until they became one continuous, high-pitched wail of agonized ecstasy that echoed across the canopy for the entire bog to hear.
“Please Mistress!” she all but sobbed, her words tumbling out of her like rocks down a hill. “I… I can’t take it anymore! I’m going to… I’m going to!”
Gritting her teeth and squeezing her eyes shut tight, she tried desperately to fumble her way back to the vines, but her mind was a tumultuous sea where no focused thought could find sure footing, and in moments she was swallowed up into it.
“Oh… oh! Oh gods!”
Pulling back, Modan just shook her head and sighed, rolling her eyes in mock-exasperation.
“Silly thing.”
Removing her face from Sally’s groin, she picked up something else. A round, soft bit of wood, about as long as her finger and slightly thicker, with depressed rings worn into and around its smooth length. Still grinning, she crushed a few more berries across its length, and then, just as the mage was beginning to get her bearings again, pushed its tip up against her little bottom hole, spreading her cheeks wide with the fingers of her other hand to make room for it.
“Huh? Whassat?” slurred a still dreamy Sally, putting only the barest minimum amount of effort into trying to squirm away as she felt her mistress start to penetrate her from behind.
The sticky, wet berry juices helped the rigid, curvy thing slide nearly all the way inside of her with barely any resistance, and Modan giggled as it sank up to the final ridge near its base.
“Only you can save yourself, sweetness.”
With those ominous words and a fond pat against the base of her newly-inserted toy, she returned her tongue to the girl’s pussy, and the vines resumed their whipping in tiny, not too hard strokes against each of her sit-spots. Swatting lazily, knowing that they didn’t have to do it any harder than that to get the desired reaction.
THWIP. THWIP. THWIP.
Sally’s cheeks were already on fire, but this new sensation assailing her insides was something else entirely! On reflex, her anus clamped down around the base of the wooden plug as it began to sizzle within her, which proved to be a huge mistake.
Tossing her head back as a newfound panic took hold of her heart and squeezed it mercilessly, she howled as the berry juice coating the knobbly peg turned the ultra-sensitive inner tissue of her bottom to boiling magma. The heat soaking into her flesh made her thrash and kick her legs, which jerked her little hole even more roughly around the plug, which in turn ratcheted up the heat as a result!
“Oh gods!”
Truly, it was an exquisite agony, and the young mage screamed and thrashed her head from side to side, pain exploding both inside and outside of her bottom and colliding with the huge tidal waves of pleasure rippling outward from where the naiad’s tongue was relentlessly plumbing and massaging her aching core.
“Mistress! Oh gods, it stings so much, please!”
Her cries fell on deaf ears however, and Sally was only peripherally aware of what was happening around her now as the vines wrapped around her pulled her right-side-up, and the tongue lapping at her womanhood was replaced by another wet – but rounder and rougher – lashing thing.
You stupid vines. That is not what I meant when I asked you to help me! she thought with a mental snarl, before just as quickly changing her mind as the writhing tendril got to work in earnest. Oh… N-never mind, c… carry on…
However the boiling in her bottom and the teasing at her slit were soon supplanted by the new sensations of teeth and fingers rolling around each of her nipples, hands cupping under her breasts, and a mouth shifting from one to the other, sucking on each rock hard tip as if desperate for milk.
“Focus,” chided Modan in false-sternness, chuckling against the nipple she had clamped between her teeth before flicking her tongue against it.
Sally didn’t bother with replying this time, other than to cry out again in agonized ecstasy.
As she writhed, the rain continued to fall, the mist warmed, the plug burned, one vine whipped, one rubbed, and hands and mouth tortured her breasts. After several long and excruciatingly wonderful moments of this, the vine teasing at her folds pulled back, and then without any warning snaked its way inside of her, gyrating in and out while simultaneously wriggling like a worm or snake.
“Ah!”
When the vine penetrated her, Sally’s mouth and eyes shot wide open, and she gasped. In spite of the pain in her bottom, a low laugh of pure erotic pleasure bubbled up and out of her, and her knees wiggled in a desperate search for support that just wasn’t there.
“M-Mistress!” she gasped between her yelps and moans, looking down and searching desperately for the naiad’s inky eyes, feeling a sudden panic seizing hold of her that if she couldn’t cling to her gaze as an anchor, then she would be lost in a sea of pain and pleasure forever. “Mistress, please!”
Modan wasn’t going to let her off the hook (or in this case vine) so easily though, and silenced her pleading by removing her mouth from the girl’s breasts and bringing it up to meet hers, holding her head firmly in place with both hands to quell her frenzied thrashing and struggling. Her massed tears didn’t bother her in the slightest as they kissed, and at her mental command, the vine inside of Sally started pumping harder and faster than ever, taking her with reckless, primal abandon that drove her wild.
Pulling her mouth away, Modan licked at her lips and let her face hover mere inches away from Sally’s, just out of reach, and watched the mage suffer with an expression of pure, merciless lust.
The look in her mistress’s eyes coupled with the feverish pumping of the vine conspired together to push Sally dangerously close to the edge again, but something inside of her made her hold back from tipping over just yet. Locking her gaze with Modan’s, she silently pleaded for release, even as her bottom reflexively continued to clench and unclench in time with the whipping vines.
Please!
Instead of granting her wish however, Modan just let the vines whipping and pumping fall away, and straightened back up to pull the plug out of her bottom. She massaged both of her thoroughly reddened cheeks a bit, then, as she purred quietly, “Perhaps I’ve been too hard on you? Alright, I’ll give you a break.”
With a snap of her fingers, the vines wrapped around Sally’s ankles retracted up toward the canopy again, pulling her higher and drawing her back into a more relaxed position with her round, red cheeks right in front of the naiad’s smiling lips.
In front of and below her, Modan reached out and spread Sally’s cheeks yet again, and looking her shamelessly in the eye between her parted thighs, stuck her tongue into her open back door. Pushing it in as far as it would go, she kept her eyes locked on the mage’s, as she tried to clean away as much of the burning berry juice as she could.
A serene, dreamy smile spread across Sally’s lips then, even as her face flushed a hot crimson. In spite of her embarrassment, she forced herself to keep her eyes locked on her mistress’s as her tongue probed and plunged in and out of her in a way that very clearly communicated that she belonged to her in every sense of the word. Her warm, slick tongue felt absolutely amazing, especially after the hell that had been the fire-root, and her sobs and sniffles soon were replaced by more shallow gasps and low moans of pleasure.
She was so tantalizingly close to climaxing now, but she forced herself to hold back still, to demonstrate her willingness to obey the Lady of the Mist completely as she waited with rapidly mounting impatience for her approval to come.
Sometime much, much later, Modan at last pulled her face back and licked her lips clean.
“I can’t really say you’ve impressed me with your mastery of the Power, or of the bog.”
She lowered her eyelids and sighed.
“And yet, I can’t bring myself to be angry.”
Falling backwards, she let herself be caught up in a net of vines with her legs splayed open, her slick vulva and huge, round buttocks exposed to the mage in a mirror of her own pose. The vines holding Sally then lowered her onto the branch where she’d just been standing, and she smiled at the girl imperiously.
“So I’ll just have to have you demonstrate something else for me instead. Now, girl. I command you to fuck me.”
Sally snapped to attention at the order, the brusqueness of it and the casual way her mistress was lounging back awaiting her obedience making her whole body flush with heart-pounding exceitment.
“Y-yes, Mistress!”
Dropping to her knees on the branch, she tentatively scooted her way forward so that she was kneeling between Modan’s parted thighs and staring up at her glistening sex. With a nervous smile, she leaned forward, her head hovering uncertainly between moving to her groin or up to attend to her breasts.
“W-with my m-mouth, Mistress?”
Quick as a flash, the vines supporting Modan pulled her up into a sitting position, so that she was perched in a swing made from them, and seizing Sally by the arm and hair, she yanked her over her lap, hauling her up so that her legs dangled freely over one side and her torso and head were held aloft by vines on the other.
Leaning into the girl’s back, digging her elbow in hard between her shoulder blades, she growled, “When I tell you to do something, you do not ask questions, you instead do it!”
She then launched straight into another full force, open-handed, bare bottom spanking that echoed across the canopy and over the bog, striking mercilessly atop Sally’s already striped and still berry-burned seat.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Her arm moving in a blur, Modan’s palm danced a circle around each cheek in turn, causing them to wobble and ripple as furiously as the muddy water of her hot spring.
“Mistress! I didn’t- Oh! I was- Ah! I won- owww!” Sally started to sob, excuses, apologies, and explanations all tumbling over each other in a stampede to flee her mouth as a firestorm of agony was rained down upon her poor, burning bottom.
She wept across Modan’s lap and quietly hoped that she wouldn’t be too upset with her, and that she would have another chance to satisfy her, silently berating herself for being so foolish and not doing as she’d been told.
“Please Mistress, forgive meeee!”
Modan didn’t reply, but simply spanked. The very image of a curvaceous, wild goddess, disciplining a crying and struggling (and also quite curvaceous) girl over her lap. No mercy. No mockery. Just a spanking, because she wanted to give one, and didn’t want to hold back.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
—
By the time it was finally over, Sally’s bottom had swollen to half again its already impressive natural size, and was well on its way toward a striking shade of purple.
Modan smiled as she slowed her swatting and then stopped entirely, petting the flesh she’d just ruined.
“Poor, poor, sweet girl,” she cooed smugly.
She then lowered the two of them slowly to just above the water, and grabbed some honeyberries to rub in against the targets of her displeasure.
“You need to work on recalling your lessons, sweet. I taught you the magic of the bog, and I taught you how to delight a woman. You know both. I know you remember it all.”
With surprising gentleness, she began kneading the soothing berries into scalded flesh, rubbing the mage’s pussy in between bouts of gentle massaging elsewhere.
“But you must learn to think quickly. Recall it when needed at a moment’s notice.”
She smiled viciously then as a delightful idea came to her and she immediately switched gears.
“And to prove to me that you’re taking this much-needed lesson to heart, you’re going to come on my lap right now before I let you up. Be quick about it, though, or else it’s another switching.”
With that dire warning, she let one finger probe into Sally as the other continued its aftercare.
Sally, who had been sniffling and shuddering in equal measures as the wonderful berries were applied to her battered and beaten bottom, started to giggle uncontrollably.
Finally! An order she could carry out without even a shadow of self-doubt.
“Y-yes Mistress, thank you, Mistress!” she gasped out between laughs, before letting out a long, low cry of delight and letting herself go, surrendering fully to Modan’s skilled hands entirely.
Some minutes later the walls of her sex clamped down in rhythmic contractions around the naiad’s thrusting finger, as if embracing it tightly and promising to never let it go, and bright white stars flashed behind her eyes.
“Oh! Oh gods, ahhh!”
She rode the waves of her climax for what felt like forever, and by the time she was carried back to the shores of reality, she was laying like a limp sack of potatoes across her mistress’s knees, practically drooling. By some small miracle though, her hands still clung protectively around the fruits of her labor from the day’s lesson, and with a smile, she nestled it tightly into her chest and giggled again.
“Tomorrow you may recover,” said Modan as she petted and kissed and simply loved the girl over her lap. “The next day I will test you again, and you will do better then.”
She idly played with her hair for a little longer then, before at last tipping Sally’s head around to kiss her on the mouth, this time letting her tongue dive deep inside to fence with hers.
Sally did her best to return the kiss with as much passion as she could muster, fumbling her way through what she’d been taught the night before to try and make the kiss as enjoyable for her mistress as it was for her.
When they finally parted, her smile was even brighter and she said with as much determination as she could summon, “I won’t fail you, Mistress, you’ll see! I will do better next time!”
“I know you will, lovely thing.” replied Modan, petting what she considered to be the loveliest part of the mage.
Sally squirmed happily over her lap, and then wriggled around so that she could look back at her properly. Now seemed like as good a moment as any to her.
With just a faint hint of trepidation in her voice she said, “Um… I made you something, Mistress.”
Swallowing hard, she forced herself to maintain her stare into the naiad’s dark eyes.
“I know you can’t leave your bog, and I know I can’t stay here forever.”
At that, she frowned, looking forlorn as if to say that she wished it weren’t so.
“But… well… um… since you don’t get too many visitors, I thought maybe you might like this to help keep you company…”
Wriggling a little more, she transferred something from her left hand to her right, and then reached back behind her and opened her palm up to reveal what she’d been clinging to that whole time.
A small pair of crystal figurines, shaped to resemble two women with wide hips and large chests (one taller and more curvaceous than the other, while a red hue suffused the curved bottom of the smaller one) rested on her palm.
“I made them by crystalizing the spring water,” she said by way of explanation. “They are in many ways like ice, but the Power of the spring prevents them from melting or being too cold, so they should last for a very long time. It took me a while to get the Kura’s delights to mix properly with them for the color on my figure, but… well… uh… I um… I hope you like them.”
For a very, very long moment, Modan was silent.
She just held the crystals in her hand, staring at them with open wonder. It was the first time that Sally had ever seen her honestly at a loss for words.
“You… held on to these. Throughout our whole lesson, and your punishment afterward…”
There was no question there. It was obvious that that was indeed what had happened. Modan blinked, and her liquid eyes seemed suddenly wetter than usual. She continued to hold the figures in her hand, simply staring, and then, almost reluctantly, she raised them up and deposited them into a little spider web supported by two small creepers, which pulled the parcel up into a hollow for safekeeping.
Standing up, Modan pulled Sally up after her to stand on a nearby branch with her, and wrapping her strong arms around the girl’s shoulders, she gave her the deepest, most passionate kiss she had ever given in her countless centuries of life.
Sally melted into her arms and returned the kiss as fresh tears of joy and relief wove hot trails down the sides of her face. She in turn wrapped her arms around her mistress’s naked back and clung to her, savoring that moment and etching every single detail of it into her memory as much as she could.
It was one that she knew she would return to many, many times throughout her life.
And it was one that would always make her smile.
