Annabelle (part 38)

This chapter is part of a longer series. If you need to catch up, you can find the other chapters here.

The next day, Annabelle woke up later than usual. It took her a moment to realize where she was and to remember what she had learned the previous night. She still could not believe that Lucas Scott was her father! And what the hell was all that other stuff he and Leda had been talking about? Lucas had said that if she was Théa’s daughter, she was the heir, but… heir to what? And what was this gift she supposedly had? She felt like her head was bursting with unanswered questions. She turned over to tell Lydia but found that she was alone in bed. Lydia was probably outside making breakfast. It felt a bit strange. She couldn’t really put her finger on it, but she felt an unease by Lydia’s absence. And Lydia’s side of the tent was unusually tidy. Lydia was many things, but super tidy was not one of them.

Annabelle got up, rubbed her eyes, and went outside, still in her pajamas. She did not see Lydia or Leda. Instead, she found Lucas sitting by the fire, cooking something in a pot.

“Good morning,” he said cheerfully. “Breakfast?”

Annabelle sat next to him nodding. It felt weird sitting next to him now, knowing that he was her father. It was weird that the man she used to call “Dad” was not really her father at all. She wondered how she had ended up with him. Did he know who she was? Why had he never told her she was a witch?
Annabelle accepted a bowl of oatmeal from Lucas.

“Thanks,” she muttered.

“So…” Lucas said. Then he said nothing.

“So…” Annabelle replied.

“So… how are things?” He asked nonchalantly.

“Lately they have been pretty bad,” she replied.

“Ah, yes… the school business.”

“Yeah, that really sucked.”

“I can imagine. I went to an academy as a young boy, but I much more liked learning from a mentor.”

“Me too,” Annabelle agreed.

“For years he was like a father to me.”

“Must be nice. I don’t have a father,” she said, looking at him for his reaction.

Lucas looked guilty. It was as if he wanted to say something, but instead, he kept quiet.

“Where are the others?” she asked, changing the topic. She wanted to yell at Leda for keeping this secret from her. She wasn’t ready to talk to Lucas about it just yet.

“Oh, um… we can talk about that after you have eaten.”

“Talk about what?”

“About… well… just finish your meal.” He looked away, unable to keep eye contact. He suddenly got up and pretended to check the tent pegs, making sure they were firmly in the ground.

“Lucas?” Annabelle asked, her tone accusatory.

“Yes?”

“What is going on?” As she asked the question, the uneasiness that she had felt in her stomach got a lot worse. Something was wrong. She put her breakfast down and got up. She stared him down, suddenly feeling her breathing get heavier and her eyes watering as if she would soon have a reason to cry. “Where is Leda and Lydia?”

“They… eh… “ Lucas scratched his neck like some schoolboy in trouble. “They went to the coven.”

“What? Where?”

“Well, that location is secret.”

“But surely you mean Leda went to the coven? Not Lydia?”

“Well, Lydia is going to join the coven and work for them. Her cooperation with them is crucial. She has a lot of useful information, not to mention, she is a skilled witch.”

“But… when did they decide this? I thought we were going to Andromeda. Did they just have to leave straight away? When are they coming back for me?”

Lucas, actually looked ashamed at this point.

“Annabelle… they are not coming back for you. You are still going to Andromeda.”

Annabelle felt her stomach drop.

“But…”

“I will take you,” he said, reaching out to touch her shoulder, but chickening out.

“But… Lydia… ” Annabelle felt her eyes fill with tears. Lydia had abandoned her. She left her, and she didn’t even have the decency to tell her.

“Annabelle…” Lucas started, but Annabelle turned on her heels and ran towards the forest.

“No!” he shouted.

Annabelle felt a force keep her from crossing the protective wards around the tent.

“Let me out!”

“I can’t do that, kiddo. I’m sorry.”

“You let me out right now!” Annabelle screamed. She was so angry.

“You’re not going to find them,” he said. “They left hours ago, and they had brooms.”

Leda had brooms with her? Had stealing Lydia from her been her plan all along? And why had they all been walking on foot like mortals? Why did they always have to make everything so complicated? And why did they always have to keep her in the dark?

“I still want you to let me out,” she argued.

“No,” Lucas replied. “It is not safe for you to run off on your own. My job is to take you to Andromeda’s, and we are almost there. Once you’re settled in, I will go back to Dragonsdale.”

“I don’t want to go to Andromeda’s!” Annabelle shouted. “I don’t care about the plan anymore. I don’t care what they want. I am my own person and I decide what I will do. And I want you to remove this fucking ward so that I can walk freely.”

“I cannot do that,” Lucas said calmly. “You might hate me now, but it is for your own good.”

Annabelle stormed back to the tent. On her way back she kicked the uneaten bowl of porridge. It flew towards the forest and smashed into pieces as it collided with the magical wards. At least they were solid. Nobody could break in and hurt them. In fact, nobody could see or hear them.

She went back to her bedroom, got into bed, and hid under her duvet. She was grateful that Lucas did not come after her to talk. She just laid in bed, crying. Her heart felt like it was about to burst into a million pieces every time she thought about the fact that Lydia had left her there. She didn’t even say goodbye. She and Leda had snuck off into the night and left her with Lucas, her father. It was all too much. At that moment, she wished more than ever that she was with Gwen and Aisling, safely in their comforting arms. They had a way of making her feel safe. Leda just made her angry, and Lydia had just broken her heart.

*

“Annabelle?”

Lucas carefully entered the room. He had given Annabelle a couple of hours, knowing she needed time alone to process her feelings. Annabelle was still under the duvet. She gave no reply, but he knew she was listening.

“I know you are frustrated and hurt. It was not an easy decision for them to make. Lydia left you a letter. I’ll leave it here on the bed and then you can read it when you feel up to it. I’ve also got some food for you. You’ve got to eat something, kid.”

Annabelle gave him no response or sign that she had heard him. She just lay there. Minutes after Lucas had left the room, she still had no willpower to get up and read the letter. Lydia’s betrayal weighed heavy on her heart. It was all too much. How many people would she lose before all of this was over? First her mentors and those who gave her the maternal affection she had always needed, and now her first love. They were all still alive, but not available to her. Lucas was still here, but she had never wanted a father, she had one for seventeen years. She was curious about him, but she hadn’t found something that she felt she was missing. And even if he could give her something, he would soon leave her too. She lay there on the bed until she fell asleep, and it wasn’t until hours later that she finally read Lydia’s letter.

Annabelle,

When you read this, you will no doubt be furious with me. I get it. I would be angry too; angry and hurt. Part of me still thinks I should have told you, that I should have tried to explain, but another part of me knows that that would have made it almost impossible to leave. You would have begged to come with me, but you can’t. You would have begged me to stay, and although it would have killed me to do it, I still would have to leave you. I know that I am of much better use to people actively working for the coven. I have information that is going to be useful, and I know I will be able to do important work for them. But Annabelle, know that I love you more than you know. You are so very special to me, and although you might hate me for leaving, I know that you are much better off at Andromeda’s. You will be safe there.

PS. Please don’t blame it all on Leda, she did not force me to do anything I didn’t want.

Love,

Lydia

Annabelle ripped the letter into several pieces, crumpled it up, and threw it on the ground. And for good measure, she pointed her finger at it, setting it on fire. She was not ready to forgive Lydia. She had gone from soul-crushing sadness to fiery rage. She left her room and went to find Lucas.

“I am ready to leave now,” she demanded.

Lucas looked at her suspiciously. “And when you say leave, you mean…”

Annabelle rolled her eyes impatiently. “I mean I am ready to go to Andromeda’s.”

“Oh good, because I’m not taking you to the coven,” he said, making sure they were on the same page.

“I know,” Annabelle replied angrily. “I don’t want to see their stupid faces anyway; especially not Leda’s.”

“You know, Leda has done a lot for you,” Lucas started.

“You mean because she delivered me as a baby?” Annabelle couldn’t keep the information she learned the other night any longer. “Yeah, I heard you two talking.”

“Oh, so… how mu…” Lucas started, but he didn’t get to finish his sentence.

“I heard it all,” Annabelle said, cutting him off.

“Oh, good… so…”

“Yeah…”

There was a silence in the air as the two of them looked at each other, no doubt thinking about the same thing. Their familial bond.

“Okay then. So now we?”

“Now we leave, dad. I want to get going.”

“Da…?” He cleared his throat. “Yes, of course.”

*

They packed up their stuff mostly in silence. There was a lot unsaid in the air, but Annabelle didn’t feel like being the one to talk first. Once the tent was taken down and put into Annabelle’s satchel, they had a look at the map. They still had a stretch before they would get to Andromeda, at least if they were going on foot.

“We can make that in one day,” Lucas commented.

“What? Are you mad? It’s too far for that.”

“It’s too far if we travel the way we have,” Lucas said thoughtfully. “But… if we flew…”

“We can’t. I was told…”

“You were told that you cannot fly a broom and that if someone sees a witchling on a broom, it might be a way for someone to find you. However, personally, I think we are too far away from where you disappeared for anyone to stop you, and second… nobody is going to find it suspicious if a wizard flies.”

Annabelle’s eyes widened. Was he being serious? “But… Leda and…”

“Leda is not here,” he said firmly but smiling. “I am.”

Annabelle smiled. Finally, someone who would let her bend the rules.

“Why are you bending the rules now?” she asked.

“To tell you the truth, Annabelle, while you were in your room, I got a message from one of Alexis’s spies on where the wizard apprentices are being kept. Things have changed. I have a responsibility toward my apprentice, Finn. I need to rescue him from the clutches of the order.”

This confused Annabelle. How could he act so quickly without even planning what to do? “You didn’t know before? It seems you have known about where the witchlings have been for a while, yet it took ages for anyone to contact me.”

“We did know where you witchlings were, that is true. Not from the start, mind you. And it took us some time to plan your escape because it seems the witchlings are being guarded more fiercely than the wizards.” He winked. “Some of the more powerful magicians in your age group are witches. Not to mention the apprentices of some really powerful witches, such as Leda. Do you have any idea how many offers she got to mentor someone before she found Eylion? Hundreds!”

“Yeah, I heard something like that. I never would have guessed, she is so modest.”

“That she is, kid, but Leda is in a league of her own. One of a kind.”

“Yeah… well… she is also in her own league as far as liars go,” Annabelle said pouting.

“You don’t mean that, kid.” Lucas gave her a soft look. “I know you’re hurt, but I know you love her.”

Annabelle’s eyes glazed over. “I guess.” A tear ran down her cheek. “I guess I haven’t been very nice to her lately.”

“No, you haven’t, but she knows you’re frustrated.” He sighed. He came closer and put a comforting arm around her.

Annabelle leaned into his side and found that it wasn’t hard for her to accept his affection. Maybe these things came naturally for them because, regardless of the fact that neither of them knew until the previous night, they were father and daughter. “But… you do realize that this entire time she has known me, she has known she is technically my stepmother,” she said, still not able to let go of Leda’s betrayal.

“Yeah, crazy, huh? Leda a stepmother.” He laughed out loud. “We, Leda and I, we were never going to have children. We didn’t want that, it was never in the cards for any of us. Not even…” he sighed. “Not even your mother.”

“Well…” Annabelle said, a little hurt. “It’s not like any of you ever had to be a parent.”

“Oh, Annabelle, what do you think being a mentor is like?” He hugged her. “We didn’t plan for a lot of things, and then life happened. And yeah, we didn’t have to parent a child we gave birth to, but being a mentor is in many ways similar. Finn, my apprentice, is like a son to me. True, an apprentice comes into your life at a grown age, but the bond between a mentor and their apprentice is special.”

“Is Finn also impossible?”

Lucas laughed. “No, if anything, he’ll remind me to behave.” He smiled at the thought of his apprentice. “Anyway, no time to lose. I need to get you to Andromeda so that I can get Finn out of the nasty grip of the order.”

“I only have one broom, but I know you have some experience with transfiguration magic. I will make you into something small. How about a cat? And you can sit on the back.” He took small a pouch out of his pocket and opened it. Then he stuck his arm inside and pulled out a whole broomstick.

“With this, we should be at Andromeda’s in no time. I think that is worth a little risk.”

Within five minutes Annabelle was sitting on the back of Lucas’s broomstick as a cat. They flew high up, but she felt quite safe. She had no fear of falling off, she could feel the broomstick’s magic keeping her in place. Part of her wanted to get closer to Lucas. She wanted to sit next to him in human form and put her arms around him and hold tight, the way she had with her first father on horseback as a child. Part of her was also a little sad that their journey would be over very soon. She had just learned that he was her father, and she wanted more time alone with him. But she knew Lucas had urgent business at home, which was why he was so keen to get her to Andromeda so soon.

*

After a couple of hours, Lucas landed in a forest clearing. He held the broom steady as it hovered in the air next to him. He picked up Annabelle, who was still a cat, and gently placed her on the ground. He then helped transform her back into a human as she had not mastered transfiguration yet.

“There we go. Are you okay?” he asked.

“Yeah, as well as I can be,” she replied stretching her legs and cracking her neck a bit. Being a cat for hours was one thing, but sitting still on a broom was another.

“Yeah, I’m sorry it wasn’t more comfortable,” he said, winking. “Let’s go kiddo, we’re getting close.”

“How close?” Annabelle asked.

“Oh, very close.” He put his arm around her shoulders. “Once we’re there, I will feel much more relaxed. Nothing is going to happen to you with Andromeda around. You’ll be safe.”

“Don’t you think I could be safe with the others?” she asked.

He gave her an understanding look. “It depends.”

“On what?”

“On what they are doing.” He sighed. “Look… do I think they are capable of protecting you? Absolutely. However, right now they are busy doing some stuff that might make that harder for them. And I really do agree that it is better for you to stay with Andromeda. You need more protection than most people.” He smiled at her and put his arm on her shoulder. “You are not just any witchling, Annabelle.”

“You mean because I’m your daughter?”

“Mostly because you are Théa’s daughter,” he replied. “It’s hard to explain. Being her heir… it makes you a target. I can’t really explain right now, but please promise that you won’t try to run away from Andromeda.”

Annabelle thought about his words and nodded. “I promise.”

“Good. Because that would be unsafe, and also, I really don’t think she’ll be happy with you if you try. And as my wife has informed me, with you technically being an adult, nobody will listen to me if I tell them to go easy on you. Especially not Andromeda. I might be your father by blood, but I have no say.”

Annabelle nodded. “I understand. I am a grown person and I stayed with the coven by choice. Sort of.” She smiled at him. “As frustrated as I am with them, they have given me a home and a family. I wouldn’t trade our relationship for anything. If they trust Andromeda enough to send me to her, then she must be a special person.”

“Oh, Andromeda is great, kid.” Lucas smiled. “Some people are a little intimidated by her, but they don’t know her like I do. You’ll see.” He gave her a little push towards a path from the clearing. “Let’s get going.”

*

In the forest, they approached a stone archway. It was similar to the archway they had gone through when Alexis took Annabelle and Eylion to the Witch’s Council’s meeting. It was tall and old and stood alone among the tall trees. Once they went through it, as Annabelle expected, the path looked slightly different. There was a new path in the forest that hadn’t been there before. They followed the new path which took them out of the forest to a picturesque sunset. They were by an old gravel road on top of a hill and below Annabelle could see a view of grassy hills and trees as long as the eye could see.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Lucas asked.

“Yeah, it really is,” she said smiling. “Albert would love it her.”

“Albert?”

“He’s my horse.”

“You have a horse named Albert?” Lucas didn’t laugh, but he smirked.

“Yes, as a matter of fact, I do,” Annabelle said, insulted. “Why does everyone always imply that there is something wrong with that?”

“It’s not,” Lucas said. “It’s actually kind of neat. Sounds almost regal.”

“Thanks,” she said as they started walking again.

After walking down the road for a while, they came across a grove of trees and a little overgrown pathway. It looked neglected, but Annabelle had a feeling it was carefully left that way to provide more privacy from passers-by. She could tell there was a garden pond by the sound of water. She took another step forward and found her way blocked by an invisible ward.

“We can’t get through,” she complained.

“You can’t get through,” Lucas smiled. He waved his hand through the ward easily. “I am always welcome here.”

Annabelle tried again, but found that she still was not able to get through.“Well, you’re not the one who’s supposed to come visit. I am.”

“Oh, she knows we’re here. She has weaker wards further from her house, so she knows if someone is approaching. And now that I have touched her main ward, she’ll recognize me.” He put his hand up to his ear, cupping it as if to listen. And sure enough, within seconds a woman’s voice could be heard.

“Lucas Storm, is that you?”

Annabelle could hear the woman approaching by the sound of footsteps on what sounded like gravel.

“It is indeed, Andromeda,” he said grinning. “And I bring a guest. May we enter your property?”

A tall, dark-haired woman dressed in black appeared. She grinned as she saw Lucas, then she took one look at Annabelle and her jaw dropped.

“You!” Andromeda looked to Lucas then at Annabelle, and then back to Lucas. “What is this? You’re dead… you…” then a look of understanding on her face. “Annabelle,” she said quietly.

“She does look like her mother, doesn’t she?” Lucas said, amused.

“Yes, but she is slightly different. She has some features of her father.”

“Yes. I must admit… I didn’t see it at first. I knew she reminded me of her, but I couldn’t quite connect the dots. I mean… I never even knew she was pregnant.” He gave Andromeda a knowing look. “You on the other hand…”

Andromeda nodded. “I knew. Of course, I did.”

“You didn’t tell me,” Storm said, a little hurt.

“Which should not have surprised you one bit. We had no way of knowing if we could trust you.”

“Not even about this, Andromeda?” Lucas looked disappointed. “Maybe you didn’t trust that I loved Théa, which I really did. However, I cannot say that it doesn’t hurt that you did not trust that I would protect my own child.”

“I regret that I didn’t,” Andromeda admitted. “But that’s easy to say now, knowing what I now know. Back then we didn’t, it was so hard to know who to trust.” She stared at Annabelle, a slight sadness in her eyes. “I just… I can’t believe you’re here. I don’t understand. What are you two doing here?”

Lucas opened his mouth to speak, but Andromeda held up her hand. “Wait. Let me guess, this has something to do with the eternal thorn in my side, doesn’t it?” Annabelle and Lucas looked at each other confused until Andromeda sighed. “Alexis.”

*

Andromeda raised her hand and reached out for the wards. She closed her eyes, concentrating, as she muttered words that Annabelle couldn’t understand. Suddenly, Annabelle could see the wards. They were glowing around the property like a protective web. And as soon as they became visible to her, they disappeared again. Andromeda motioned for Annabelle to walk through, which she did, and where had once been an invisible wall, Annabelle could now walk through freely.

Walking on to the property, Annabelle could see a large house, much too big for one person. But then again, Leda also lived in a ridiculously large house that she had inherited from her family. On their way to the house, they walked through a beautiful garden that would put Gwen’s to shame, and that was saying something. Annabelle could also see what looked to be a large greenhouse of glass and metal with a great dome at its center. No doubt, Andromeda kept some important plants in there. Once by the house, Andromeda took them in the kitchen door.

“Sit”, she said, motioning to the kitchen table, and instantly, a kettle filled itself from the sink and started boiling the water. Teacups and saucers flew through the air and landed on the table in front of them.

“I am pleased to see you both, but I have to admit, I’m a little shaken.” She gave them both a curious look.

“I understand,” Lucas said. “I don’t have to tell you who is behind this…”

“Alexis, of course. Who else?”

“Indeed.” Lucas nodded.

“Did she come and get you, Annabelle?” Andromeda asked. “Did she take you through the portal?”

“No,” Annabelle replied. “I came on my own. It was an accident. I didn’t know Alexis then.”

“Really, do tell,” Andromeda said, as the kettle was pouring tea into their cups.

“Yes,” Lucas said, “I don’t believe I have heard this story.”

And so Annabelle told them her story. About living with her awful stepmother and stepsisters, and how her stepmother had promised her hand to their neighbor, Lord Stratton. At this, Lucas’s fists curled and he looked like he wanted to punch someone. She told them about meeting Aisling and being invited to live with her and Gwen, and how her life was so much better after meeting them.

“And then the order kidnapped, Eylion and me and took us to school.”

“Eylion?” Andromeda looked confused.

“Leda’s apprentice.”

“My Leda? She has an apprentice?” Andromeda’s eyes widened.

“Yes,” Annabelle said nodding. “She’s still at the school.”

“Well, that surprises me. Leda always swore she would never take on an apprentice,” Andromeda said. “Clearly I have been away for too long.” She frowned. “Please don’t tell me she is from one of the wealthy families in town?”

“Oh, definitely not!” Annabelle said. “From what I understand, Leda didn’t want to apprentice anyone until she met Eylion. Gwen says that they both met when they needed each other the most. It’s cute, actually.”

“But I still don’t understand what the two of you are doing here,” Andromeda said, looking at Lucas.

“Yes, well…” Lucas scratched his neck. “I was only given this task at the very last minute.”

“What task,” Andromeda asked, looking suspicious.

“Delivering Annabelle to you.”

“To me?”

“Well, as you know, Andromeda, Annabelle is… um… special.” He gave he older woman a look. “After the order kidnapped all the withclings, it became crucial for Alexis to get Annabelle out before they realized who really is. She needs somewhere safe to stay. She needs someone to protect her. And Alexis has decided the best place for her is here.”

“Has she now,” Andromeda said, narrowing her eyes at him. “I don’t suppose Alexis had any plans to ask me?”

“Don’t shoot the messenger!” he said holding up his hands. “She wrote you a letter,” he said, giving her a scroll with Alexis’s personal seal.

Andromeda took the scroll from him. “I’m going to read this in my study,” she said, before she got up, leaving them alone in the kitchen.

Annabelle felt uneasy. “Lucas,” she whispered. “What if she says no? I mean, we just showed up out of nowhere. Isn’t it a bit presumptuous to assume that she will open up her home for me?”

He winked at her. “I think you will find that Alexis can be very persuasive, kid.” He grinned. “Besides, you are my child and Andromeda loves me, even when she found out I had been unfaithful to Leda, her protegee, she was still there for me. I find hard to believe she would say no.”

They sat in silence for a while before Andromeda came back into the kitchen.

“Very well. I will take the girl.”

Annabelle (part 37)

If you don’t know where we are in the story, consider reading the previous chapter, or, go here to find links to all chapters. Annabeelle and Lucas have been sent out to collect firewood...

Finding firewood did not take a long time. Annabelle didn’t really have to do anything because Lucas was a skilled magician, and all he had to do was wave his hand and the firewood soared toward them. She still felt a little hurt that Lydia had not told her what she needed to talk to Leda about, but it made her feel better hearing Lydia say she was not crushing on Leda. She had, perhaps, acted a bit jealous. And it was possible that her anger towards Leda for not telling her what she knew about her past, made her more likely to suspect of trying to steal her girlfriend. She didn’t even know if Leda was interested in women. She had been married to Lucas. No, she was married to Lucas! Annabelle could not wrap her head around the idea of Leda being married to anyone. She wondered in Eylion knew.

“A copper for your thoughts,” Lucas said, as he laid back in the grass with a long straw between his teeth.

“I was just thinking that I cannot believe Leda is married.”

Lucas laughed. “Yeah, neither can she.”

“But… she was in love when you… you know…”

“Oh, we were very much in love. I love her still, and I think she loves me in her own way. But I hurt her, kid. I hurt her badly.”

“What did you do?”

“I fell in love with someone else.”

“Did you fall out of love with Leda?” Annabelle asked, feeling sorry for the older woman.

“Never.” He sighed. “It’s complicated. Society wants us to have one partner, but sometimes your heart wants more than one person. And you blame yourself for just… feeling, you know. As if we can just choose not to love someone.”

“It must be hard loving someone and not being able to be with them.”

“Well, I didn’t choose that. I wanted the cake and eat it too. I was a dishonest fool. I went behind my wife’s back and into the arms of another.”

“Did she know about Leda?”

“Yes, she did. And the guilt was always there.”

“Where is she now?”

“She died.”

“Oh… I’m sorry.”

“It was a while ago now. Hardly a day goes by when I don’t think about her. It was love, even if being with her was dishonest. Sometimes I wish I could say that I had never been unfaithful, but having lost her, I cannot say I regret our moments together.”

“Love sounds really complicated.”

“Oh, it is. I just hope that one day Leda will be able to forgive me.”

“I hope that too,” Annabelle said, and she really meant it. She could tell, even underneath the outward annoyance and anger Leda showed, that she cared. If she didn’t, then she would be so annoyed by Lucas.

…..

When they got back to camp, Leda was preparing supper. She had already found a small pile of firewood herself. She pointed at the hovering pile Lucas had brought and signalled for him to pile it on top of her smaller pile.

“That’ll do,” she said.

“Anything else you want?” Lucas asked, hovering around Leda.

“Peace and quiet,” Leda muttered.

“Right… well… “ He coughed. “I’ll just… I’ll go read something.”

Annabelle smiled. They did seem like an old married couple. She hoped Leda would forgive him someday. Because even if they had not been together for years, it was clear that there was a bond there.

She went into the tent. It was massive inside. It had two bedrooms with a flap that covered the entrance to each of them. She went into one of them and found Lydia lying on her stomach, resting. She was not asleep.

“Hey,” Annabelle said, and she smacked Lydia’s backside.

“Owww!”

“Oh, sorry… I… I didn’t mean to hit you hard,” Annabelle said, worried. She knew she hadn’t smacked her too hard.

“You didn’t…” Lydia mumbled.

“Are you okay?” Annabelle closed the flap to the room properly, giving them some privacy. “Why did you need to talk to Leda?”

Lydia sat up on the bed. She struggled to keep eye contact with Annabelle.

“I… I had to… it’s just complicated.”

“Well, I’m your girlfriend, so spill.”

“Promise to not get upset?”

“I can’t promise that,” Annabelle said, “I don’t know what you’re going to say.”

“Well… it’s not… I wasn’t sure if I was going to tell you, because I was embarrassed. And I didn’t want you to get the wrong idea.”

Annabelle frowned. “You are making me nervous.”

Lydia sighed and closed her eyes.

“Okay… it’s like this…” She took a deep breath. “I wanted Leda to spank me.”

“What? Why?”

“I just… I just needed it. Sometimes people have this need that needs to be met, and you can’t get it from just anyone. I felt stressed, and guilty, and like I needed someone to take charge and give me this thing… a spanking. It doesn’t mean I’m in love with her, and it doesn’t change our relationship. I just needed someone to take care of me, the way I sometimes take care of you. I hope that you understand and that you won’t get upset with me.”

Annabelle put her arms around her girlfriend. She kissed her softly.

“Did you get what you needed?”

Lydia nodded. “Yeah.”

“Then I’m happy for you,” Annabelle said, stroking her back. “I know better than most what it’s like to want someone to love and care for you, and finding that sometimes includes needing discipline. And it makes perfect sense to me that that is something that you want too, and that you would seek it from someone else.”

“Thank you, baby,” Lydia said, hugging Annabelle tight. “It means a lot.”

“Well… I suppose you would never ask me to dominate you.”

Lydia chuckled.

“Oh no, I think we have established who is the boss in this relationship!” She kissed Annabelle hard. “But… just because I prefer to boss you around and take care of you, it doesn’t mean that I don’t need to have that role reversed sometimes.”

“I understand.” Annabelle smiled. “And Leda is more than up for the job.”

“Oh, she was more than happy to blister my butt,” Lydia laughed.

Annabelle grinned mischievously. “Now… as your girlfriend, I do believe I should be allowed to look at your butt.”

“Oh really?”

Annabelle nodded. “Uh-huh.” She kissed Lydia softly. “It is also my duty as a girlfriend to make you feel better.”

Lydia laid down and Annabelle slowly bared her, revealing a still red and sore bottom.

“Oh, she gave it to you good,” she said, rubbing her hand over the red skin.

“I asked for it,” Lydia said, looking back at her smiling.

“Girls, supper is ready,” Leda called from outside.

Annabelle looked down at her bared girlfriend. “Awee… well…after dinner, I’ll have my way with you.”

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That night, Annabelle went to bed early. She was exhausted. It had been a long day, and they had travelled far. According to the map, if they managed to walk further the next day, they would reach Andromeda late in the evening. That was the goal. Annabelle wasn’t sure if the older witch knew that they were coming, but she knew both Leda and Lucas, so they would probably be welcome.

In the middle of the night, Annabelle woke up. Lydia was lying next to her, sound asleep, her thumb halfway in her mouth. Annabelle was going to tease her for that later. She carefully opened the flap and went out to the living space of the tent, nobody was there, but the entrance to the tent was open. It was dark outside, but she could hear voices and she could see that the fire outside was lit. She quietly approached the opening of the tent. She could hear Leda and Lucas talking.

“Why couldn’t you just have given her a bit of information?”

“Because it’s all too complicated. A bit of information would just lead to a new round of questions, and the less she knows the better. She needs to get away from the order.”

“Why? What is she to the order? She’s just a witchling.” There was a pause before he spoke again. “She is just a normal witchling, isn’t she? Leda?”

“She looks familiar, doesn’t she, Lucas?”

“Well, now that you mention it, yes. I thought I recognized her, but that is only because she looks a bit like… well…”

“Who does she look like, Lucas? Think.”

“Well… she looks like Théa.”

Leda nodded. “She does look like Théa,” she agreed. “She also looks like someone else I know.”

“What? Who?”

“You, Lucas. She has Théa’s eyes and nose, but your mouth, some of your expressions, and your dark hair.”

Lucas looked shocked at her. “Red, what are you saying? Théadora had a baby? How is that possible?”

“I think you know how that is possible!”

“But… no. She can’t be…”

“Yes. I delivered her myself. Imagine how I felt, delivering the baby of my own husband’s mistress!”

“Annabelle… mine? No.”

“Yes.”

“But… it doesn’t fit timewise… and how would you keep her safe?”

“Annabelle was taken through one of the portals as a baby. She grew up in a different realm.”

“Oh…” Lucas sighed and it sounded like he finally understood the situation.

Annabelle stood quietly by the tent’s opening, hidden from view. She was in shock. Was Leda serious? Lucas was her father? And this Théa… she… she was her mother?

Lucas reached his hand into his dark hair and grabbed a handful in a fist. “But… if she is… oh my god, Leda! That would make her the heir! Does she have the gift?”

“Shortly after arriving at Gwen and Aisling’s house, she incinerated a vampire who attacked her. It was her first time doing magic. We had our suspicions before. I mean… look at her. She looks so much like her mother. And I delivered her when she was born, I just knew that it was her. A witch who delivers a baby knows. I was the first to look into her eyes. And the incident with Calisto confirmed it. No witchling just coming into her magic could possibly have done that, it would take years of practice and developing one’s power. After that, I knew for sure, and I gave her the locket.”

“Good. She should have it.”

“Yes, but she doesn’t know what it means, not really.”

“That’s probably for the best,” Lucas said seriously. “I understand now. It’s probably for the best that she doesn’t know anything. At least for the time being.”

There was a long silence. Annabelle could tell Lucas tried to let the information sink in. She was trying to let it sink in. How could this be happening? Lucas Storm was her father? Leda knew he was her father. She bet they all knew, Gwen, Aisling, Alexis, they knew! They knew who she was, and they could give her answers about her past, but they chose not to. Why?

“I just can’t believe she’s mine,” Lucas said. “Mine. My daughter. I have a daughter.”

“You have a daughter,” Leda confirmed.

“Wait… You spanked my kid?” He looked accusatory at Leda. “You spanked my daughter? Your stepdaughter, I might add.”
“Stepdaughter? Hold on, first, we are only married because we never bothered with the paperwork of a divorce. We are not together. And second, damn straight I spanked her. She told me to shove…”

“My kid, Leda! My baby.”

“She is not a child, Lucas,” Leda argued. “I would never do that to a child! She is a grown woman facing the same consequences as other disrespectful witchlings. How would you treat a misbehaving apprentice?”

“That is different, my apprentice is a young man! She is a young lady, and she is my own flesh and blood.”

“Young ladies get punished too. And thirty seconds ago, you didn’t even know she existed.”

“And who’s fault is that?”

“You were in with the wrong crowd, Lucas. Your mentor was high up in the order, and not on the good side.”

“You know I have been out of the order for a long time. Do you think I would harm my own daughter? I would have done anything to keep her safe!” He was silent for a moment. “To keep them both safe,” he muttered. Lucas brought a hand to his eyes.
Leda sat closer to him and put an arm around him. It was surprising how quickly Leda and Lucas could change from arguing to being gentle. They really were like an old married couple.

“It wouldn’t have been enough, Lucas. You trusted your mentor. He…”

“Please, Leda… I don’t need to be reminded of the biggest betrayal of all. He is the reason she is gone, he might as well have put a dagger in her heart, the bloody coward.”

“What happened that night, when he died.”

“I killed him.”

“So, it was you?”

“Yeah, it was me.” Lucas wiped away tears from his face. “Argh. Why do you do this to me, Red?”

“What?” Leda said, amused.

“Make me feel. Whenever I’m with you, it’s like I feel everything so much more strongly. You are the only person I can’t control my emotions around.” He chuckled. “Here I am, a big strong manly man, and I am sobbing like a little boy.”
“Men have feelings too, Lucas,” Leda reminded him. “It’s not healthy to expect them to keep it in at all times. Better to cry a little than to smash your fist through a wall.”

“That was one time!”

“Yes, and once is enough. You were lucky I was there, you are terrible with healing spells.”

“I had every reason to lose control. It was when I realised he had betrayed me, betrayed her. He knew I loved her, but he always said she was bad news, and I should stay faithful to my wife.” He looked guiltily at Leda. “I’m sorry, Leda. I never stopped loving you, never. I just… I guess… it is possible to love more than one person. I know you are angry; I understand that. I just… I loved you, and I loved her. I would never have betrayed you the way I did for some pretty flirt who didn’t mean anything. I know it doesn’t make it right. I made a bad decision.”

“And so, did she.”

“Yes, but she wasn’t married to you, I was. She knew we were married, and she felt bad for being selfish, but she didn’t love you the way I did. Théa made a mistake too, but she deserves your forgiveness, even if you can’t forgive me.”

“I forgave her, Lucas,” Leda said. “I told her that.”

“You did? When?”

“Before she died. She wasn’t supposed to be out, she was pregnant, and her due date was close. She got injured in the crossfires. She begged me to save her baby.”

“Annabelle…”

“Yes, Annabelle.”

“That was my mother’s name.”

“I know, she asked me for family names. She didn’t want to name her after her own family.”

“Thank you.”

Lucas slowly bent his head towards Leda, and when she didn’t pull away, he kissed her. It was soft and gentle, and it looked like they had done it thousands of times before, which they probably had.

Annabelle watched as Lucas and Leda got up and started walking towards the tent. She hurried back inside the room she shared with Leda. She peeked through a tiny opening and watched as Lucas and Leda went into the other room together. She tried very hard not to think about what they might be doing in there because even though she had just found out that Lucas was her father, it was really gross thinking that Leda was having sex with her dad. Leda had delivered her as a baby. Leda had named her, and she was, technically, her stepmother. Perhaps Leda was right, maybe Annabelle didn’t need to know everything about herself. This was too much information at once. It was too weird! Knowing that the man she was travelling with was her father, one of the two people who had created her, changed everything.

She went back to her bed and lay down, staring up at the tent ceiling. What did they mean when they said she was the heir? The heir of what? What gift did she possess? From what Leda had said about her killing a vampire the first time she used magic, she assumed that her gift was powers that others did not possess. But what was it? Was it stronger magic? Or what is a type of magic that others didn’t have? What? She looked over at Lydia who was sleeping next to her. She wondered if she should wake her and tell her what she had just found out, but she decided against it. She was sound asleep, and the news could wait until the morning.

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Annabelle (part 36)

A/N: This series is not for minors. It contains sexual content and adult F/F spanking.

This chapter is a continuation of the end of chapter 35. Link: https://ashtale.wordpress.com/2021/10/09/annabelle-part-35/

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Leda stood by the entrance to the tent and motioned for Lydia to step inside.
“Shall we?”

Lydia nodded nervously. As she walked past Leda, the redhead put her hand on her back her rubbed her gently.

They entered the tent that had been enchanted to be bigger on the inside. Leda led the younger woman over to a stuffy-looking sofa.

“I’ll sit on the sofa, shall I?” Leda sat down and patted the seat next to her.

“Okay,” Lydia mumbled nervously and sat down next to the redhead. She felt Leda’s hand rubbing her back again.

“Are you sure that you want this, darling?”

Lydia nodded. “Yes, I’m sure.”

“Good.” Leda patted her hand. “Then I think you can bare yourself for me, my dear, and lay over my lap.”

“Oh…okay.” Startled by how quickly the older woman went to business, Lydia got up and nervously tugged at her waistband. “How far down should I…?”

“Just take them off,” the older woman instructed.

Lydia pulled her trousers down to her knees. She stopped and sighed, and feeling embarrassed and exposed, she pulled them off entirely.

“Good girl,” Leda said, praised. “Let’s go,” she commanded, patting her nap.

“Right.”

“I think maybe “Yes, ma’am” is better for this situation.”

“Right. I mean… yes, ma’am,” Lydia corrected herself.

She approached Lydia, her lower body completely bare, and slowly placed herself over the older woman’s lap. She could feel her top that normally covered her bottom, rise to her lower back, leaving her exposed and feeling a cold breeze on her bare skin. Then she felt warmth as Leda rubbed her bottom gently.

“How about we start a little slow, and then I will increase the intensity after a while.”

“That sounds good.”

“Alright, darling,” Leda said giving Lydia’s bottom a smack which caused the younger woman to whimper a little. “You relax and make yourself comfortable. This is not meant to be a punishment, but I won’t go too easy on you.”

“I don’t want you to.”

“I know.”

Holding Lydia firmly in place, Leda started spanking her with firm swats of medium intensity. Lydia laid obediently over her lap and did not squirm, whilst her pale bottom pinkened little by little. After a little while, Leda increased the force a little, and the woman over her lap let out small little whimpers.

“That’s right, darling. It stings a bit, doesn’t it?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Excuse me?” Leda said, giving her a harder smack.

“Oooh! I meant, yes, ma’am.”

“That’s better.”

Leda stopped spanking and took a moment to rub the now pink bottom over her lap.

“I’m thinking I should spank you with my hand a little longer, but then I think we should switch to an implement.”

“Okay…” Lydia sniffed. She was crying softly, not from pain, but from the emotions that overcame her as she was draped over another woman’s lap.

“Are you alright, darling?” Leda asked softly.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just a little emotional.”

“I understand. You needed a release.”

“Yes, ma’am. I’ve been wanting this for a while.”

Leda rubbed Lydia’s back a little. “And you need to feel cared for, don’t you? Well, I’m here for you and I care.”

“Thank you,” Lydia sniffed. “That means a lot.”

Leda stroked her hand gently through Lydia’s hair. “Now, darling, what kind of implement do you want me to use? Or do you want more than one?”

“Do you have something leather?”

“I do,” Leda said, smiling to herself. She had a rather solid leather paddle. “I also have a nice cane.”

“A cane?!”

“Yes, but I won’t use it too harshly. But if you want to skip the cane, I understand.”

“Umh… I’m a little curious.”

“I thought so…” Leda smiled and started spanking her again. This time she spanked a little harder, and Lydia immediately started squirming a little over her lap.

“Oooh… that stings.”

“Oh, I expect it does, darling. I am not holding back now,” she said happily as she peppered Lydia’s backside with stinging swats. Her cute bottom went from pink to a darker red.

Once Lydia was kicking her legs a little, Leda decided she had used her hand enough, and she was quite satisfied with her work. The bottom over her lap was glowing.

“Let’s take a little break.” She gently patted Lydia’s bottom. “Up you get.”

Lydia got up and rubbed her stinging bottom.

“Sit down on my lap, darling.” She held out her hand to Lydia who gingerly sat down on her lap. Leda put her arms around her. “How are you doing so far?” She rubbed her back as Lydia rested her head against her shoulder.

“I’m doing alright.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No, I want to keep going.” Lydia sniffed. “Please?”

“Okay, darling,” Leda comforted her. “As long as you feel up to it.”

Lydia nodded.

“We can do this whenever you feel like it. You don’t have to do anything bad. You can be my good girl. Goddess knows I need one of those!”

Lydia laughed a little and snuggled more into Leda. “I’d like that.”

The older woman kissed her softly on her forehead. “Then that’s settled. You’ll be my girl.” She patted Lydia’s bottom. “You can ask me for a spanking if you need it, or… you can ask for a snuggle and some comfort. That’s alright too. I don’t just dish out discipline, you know. Sometimes a girl just needs to feel cared for.”

After they had had a little break, Leda tapped the side of Lydia’s thigh, motioning her to get off her lap so she could stand up.

“Are we ready to continue? I need to find my paddle.”

Lydia nodded, looking a little nervous. She tugged her shirt a little down, knowing it barely covered her bare bottom.

“Hmm… now where did I put it? I haven’t used it in a while,” Leda mumbled. “Ah, I remember!”

She withdrew a small pouch from the pocket of her cloak and opened it. The pouch was tiny, but Leda’s whole arm went into it as she audibly rummaged around its content. It looked strange from the outside, almost as if, Leda didn’t have an arm at all, but being a witch, it was not the first time Lydia had seen such a pouch. She was impressed because creating a bigger space inside a smaller item was difficult magic. However, it did not surprise her that Leda was capable of such things, she was rumored to be the most powerful witch in the area. She had a natural-born talent that few possessed.

“Got it!” Leda withdrew a leather paddle from her pouch. “This should do nicely,” she said, tapping it against her hand. “Do you want to get back over my lap?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Lydia replied, approaching the older woman whilst giving her bottom one last rub.

She lowered herself over Leda’s lap. Her shirt covered the top part of her bottom, but pulled it back to the small of her back, baring her entire bottom, now glowing red after her warm-up spanking.

“There we go,” she said, rubbing Lydia’s bottom gently. “You’ve got a nice warm-up. Now let’s use this paddle for a bit, shall we?”

“Uh-huh.”

“What was that, darling?” Leda gave the woman over her lap a sharp smack.

“Ow… I meant yes, ma’am,” Lydia corrected herself.

“That’s better.”

Leda grabbed her leather paddle and placed it gently against Lydia’s bottom. The younger woman winced as she felt the cool leather against her warm backside. Leda lifted her arm and brought it back down on Lydia’s bottom. She started gently, reading the body language of the woman draped over her lap. Realizing that she was being a little gentle, she increased the force a little, resulting in a little whimper from the younger woman.

“Are you alright, darling?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“How is this intensity?”

“It’s stingy, but bearable, ma’am.”

“Good.” Leda continued smacking the bottom over her lap. “Then I shall continue like this, and then, after a while, I shall use more force.”

“Okay… I mean…. Yes, ma’am.”

Over and over the leather landed on Lydia’s bottom. Each blow brought with it a fresh sting to her already tender skin. She mostly laid still, though a little grunt or whimper would occasionally escape her if the paddle hit a sore spot. Leda brought the paddle down in a steady rhythm, making sure to cover the entire surface of Lydia’s backside. She would on occasion, smack her upper thighs, but as it wasn’t a punishment spanking, she mostly smacked her bottom.

“I think you’ve been needing a good spanking for a while, haven’t you, my girl?” she asked a whimpering Lydia.

“Yes, ma’am, I have,” Lydia sniffed, yet again overcome with emotions.

Leda slowed down the spanking. “That’s it, good girl,” she said rubbing Lydia’s back gently. “Are you still doing okay?”

“Yes, I’m fine, ma’am,” Lydia sniffed. “I don’t need you to stop.”

“Good. Well, I think you can get up now, and I’d like you to get on your knees on the sofa and stick your bottom out for me. I’ll give you some harder swats with my paddle before we move on to the cane.”

Lydia obediently got up and knelt on her knees, facing the sofa. She bent forward and stuck her bottom out.

“Like this?” she asked.

“Yes, very good,” Leda said approvingly. She was standing on Lydia’s left, patting her bottom. Her hand rubbed gently all over Lydia’s bottom cheeks and the top of her thighs. “Good girl. I will now give you the last swats with my paddle. Please stay in position, these will be harder.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Leda placed the paddle against Lydia’s right sit spot. She lifted her arm and swung her arm upward. The paddle made contact with a loud crack.

“Oooh!” Lydia winced as more swats made contact with her bottom, and the force of the blows made her jolt forwards. It hurt, as Leda was aiming a lot for her sit spots, but the steady build-up of intensity made it easier to bear. She knew she could stop it at any time, but she didn’t want to. She needed this. She kept her bottom in position, sticking it out to obediently receive her spanking. It was painful and arousing at the same time, and on occasion, she would lick and bite her lip. The last ten swats with the paddle made her yelp a bit, but she took them like a good girl.

“I think that will do,” Leda said, putting away her leather paddle. She inspected the bottom in front of her, stroking her hand over some blotchy marks. “You will have some bruises, but I don’t think it will be too bad.”

“I don’t mind,” Lydia said. “I’d be a little disappointed if I didn’t have any marks after taking a long spanking!”

“Something tells me that you are enjoying this,” Leda chuckled.

“Sorry,” Lydia said, embarrassed. “I don’t mean to… I…”

“Don’t be sorry, girl. It’s not your fault,” Leda reassured her. “This was not a punishment, remember? It is perfectly normal for someone to enjoy a spanking if it is not a punishment. I don’t mean to embarrass you, but I wouldn’t be surprised if it has made you aroused.”

“Sorry…”

“Don’t be sorry!” Leda smacked the bottom in front of her for emphasis. “I don’t want you to apologize for having a normal reaction, and one that is out of your control. Do not apologize for reacting exactly how I expected you would.”

Leda started rummaging in her pouch again. She pulled out a long, thin cane and swished it in the air, which made Lydia wince.

“Now… I think we also agreed that you could use a little dose of my cane?”

“Umh… yes… but I’m a bit scared of that.”

“Very understandable,” Leda said softly. “I rarely use the cane for discipline, and the few times I have, I have been rather gentle with it. It can be a very harsh implement, but I don’t use it harshly on my girls.”

She placed the cane across Lydia’s bottom and tapped it gently against her bottom. “Do you trust me?” she asked.

“Yes, ma’am. I trust you.”

“Good girl. I will start light, and we’ll see how it goes. With the cane, you are in control. Alright, my love?”

“Alright. Thanks.”

“I’ll give you the first stroke now.”

Leda lifted the cane and brought it down with a flick of her wrist, but it was not very harsh.

“How was that, darling?”

“I couldn’t feel that too much, I think you can do it a little harder.”

“Alright, let’s try another one.”

Again, Leda raised her arm, but this time she used more force when she brought it back down. The cane made a swooshing sound before it hit the already reddened bottom with a little “twack!”. Shortly after, Lydia flinched. It was clear that she felt it more that time.

“Owww…”

“Stings a bit more this time, yes?”

“Oooh… yeah, but it’s not unbearable.”

“Well, I think we will stick to this intensity. How about ten strokes?”

“Yes, ma’am. That sounds good.”

“Good girl. And remember that we can stop anytime you want.” She tapped the cane gently against Lydia’s bottom. “Stick this bottom a little bit more out for me,” she commanded, and Lydia obediently did as she was told. “Please count the strokes. We’ll start at one.”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Ma’am!”

“I want you to count and say “ma’am”. If you forget to say, ma’am, that stroke won’t count. Understood?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Leda readied the first stroke. She placed the cane on the middle part of Lydia’s bottom.

Twack!

“One, ma’am.”

Twack!

“Ooh…two, ma’am.”

Twack!

“Ow, three, ma’am.”

Twack!

“Four! Ma’am.”

Lydia inspected the younger woman’s bottom. She traced her fingers over the red marks that had been left by the cane. They were red, but they were probably not going to last a very long time. Her strokes hurt, but they were not brutal, and they would not break the skin. She readied another stroke, aiming at the lower part of Lydia’s bottom. The younger woman obediently kept her position and stuck her bottom out. Lydia gave her three strokes on her sit spots. These strokes made Lydia’s cries a bit more audible, but she kept her presenting her bottom to Leda, awaiting the rest of her caning.

“You’re being such a good girl for me,” Leda praised. “See? There is no need to disobey or break rules. If you just ask nicely, I’ll be happy to give you what you need.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Are you doing okay, sweetheart?”

“Yes, ma’am. It stings, but I’m fine.”

“Good. Well, the cane does sting a lot, but I think we’re doing okay.” Leda tapped the cane on the marked bottom. “You’ve got three strokes left. Would you like them to be a little bit harder? If not, that is perfectly fine.”

“I… I think I want to see what a harder stroke feels like, ma’am. You can make the last three harder.”

“Alright, darling. I’ll make them a little harder, but I will not use full force. I’m not comfortable doing that to my girls.” She stroked her hand gently over Lydia’s bottom.

“Thank you, ma’am.”

“Alright. Last three then.”

Leda lined the cane across the middle part of Lydia’s bottom. She raised her arm and brought the cane down with more force than before.

Twack!

“Oooh… ow…. Eight, ma’am!” Lydia shook her bottom a little. It was clear that this stroke hurt more.

Twack!

“Arghh…. Nine, ma’am.”

Twack!

“TEN! MA’AM.”

Leda threw the cane onto a chair and immediately started inspecting Lydia’s bottom.

“The last three might bruise, but your skin is not broken.”

“May I get up now, ma’am?” Lydia asked.

“Yes, of course, darling.”

Leda opened her arms to Lydia who immediately buried herself in her embrace.

“Thank you,” she mumbled into the older woman’s shoulder.

“You’re welcome, darling,” Leda said, kissing her forehead. “Shall I heal your bruises for you?”

“Umh… I want to… eh…”

“You want to look at your bottom in the mirror?” Leda gave Lydia a knowing smirk that made her blush as she nodded. “I see. How about I leave the marks, but I will rub a nice, soothing cream on your bottom for you?”

“Thanks,” Lydia said, blushing. “That sounds good.”

“Did you get what you wanted?”

“That and more.”

“I’m glad, darling.” Leda once again put her arms around Lydia. “I feel protective of you, Lydia. Stick with me and my coven, and you will be cared for. And you will never have to feel downtrodden again. We take care of our own, in more ways than one.”

“It’s all I’ve ever wanted,” Lydia said, her voice cracking as she got emotional.

“Shhh… I know, darling.” Leda held her tight in her arms and spoke to her in a soothing voice. “You’re a good girl, don’t let anyone tell you that you’re not. You deserve so much more than you have been given so far in your life.”

Leda loosened her embrace and gave Lydia a mischievous smile.

“Now… if you want to admire your spanked bottom before the others get back, you better hurry.”

Lydia grinned as Leda turned her towards a mirror and swatted her in its direction. In front of the mirror, she admired her marked bottom; however, she was a little conflicted. If she saw, how would she explain these marks to Annabelle?

Annabelle (part 35)

A/N: This series is not for minors. It contains sexual content and adult F/F spanking.

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“Good morning, darling”, Lydia said, shaking Annabelle gently and kissing the top of her head.

“What? It’s not morning yet.”

“Yes, it is. It’s early, but it’s morning. You’ve been sleeping like a rock since before I came back last night. I had to do all the packing myself.”

Annabelle sat up in bed and winced slightly.

“Bottom a little sore?” Lydia asked, raising her eyebrow.

“A little,” her girlfriend said pouting a little.

“You shouldn’t have said those things to Leda. What were you thinking?”

“I was mad! She admitted to keeping secrets from me. She knows who I am and she still won’t tell me.”

Lydia put her arms around Annabelle and held her close. “I know it must hurt not knowing.”

“They lied to me.”

“I know, baby. But you know, if they are working this hard to keep the truth from coming out, there must be a reason.”

Annabelle gave her a hard look.

“But keeping the truth from me?”

“Leda said the less you know the…”

“Yes, but it’s ME. It’s my identity, my life.” Annabelle was getting angry again, but Lydia just held her close and gave her little kisses.

“Shhh… calm down. Did you at least get to talk about Eylion too? You know Leda is worried sick about her.”

Annabelle relaxed her body at the mention of Eylion’s name. “Yeah, we talked. I told her that we had made friends there, I told her about the passages and that nobody else knew about them. If Eylion is in danger, she can go into hiding within the castle. Besides, I don’t think anyone knows Octavia Sprytt is Alexis’ spy.”

“Oh, I don’t think so either. She plays her part well,” Lydia added. “Though I think it partly because she is naturally a little grouchy and strict.”

“I miss Eylion,” Annabelle said looking sad.

“I know you do. Hopefully, they’ll get her out of there soon.”

Lydia got up from the bed and held out a hand for Annabelle. “Come on, I got the bathtub ready for you. We’re leaving in a couple of hours. This is your last chance to take a proper bath for a couple of days.”

“Will you join me?” Annabelle asked not-so-innocently.

“Are you going to be a good girl today?”

“Of course. I’m always a good girl.” Annabelle winked and pulled her lover with her towards the tub.

*

“Ready to leave, girls,” Leda said in her fake, sugar-sweet voice when they arrived outside of the inn after breakfast.

“Yes, mama,” they both replied, following the act. Annabelle could feel herself blushing a bit. It was embarrassing calling Leda “mama”, even if it was all an act in front of strangers. A little away from them, Lucas Storm was making a show out of asking the staff for directions to a place that was nowhere near where they were going, just in case someone was on to them.

“Darling, why won’t you let me braid your hair,” Leda said to Annabelle. “Nobody is going to see your pretty face like that.”

“No, I like it this way,” Annabelle said, pushing away Leda’s hand from her hair. And they continued like that until Lucas was done asking for directions. They left the inn knowing that they had done a good job planting false information about their whereabouts. If anyone came round asking there would be plenty of people who could send them in the wrong direction.

Walking through the city with Leda and Lucas was different. She felt they blended in more as a family. When it was just her and Lydia, Annabelle felt like she had the eyes of the world on her, but now she was just part of the hustle and bustle of Dragonsdale. It felt safe. However, she felt a little jealous when Leda took Lydia’s arm in hers. She knew it was part of the mother-daughter act, but she still wanted to grab Lydia’s hand and walk off with her. Instead, she had to suck it up as Leda walked arm in arm with her lover. They looked good together. Annabelle was so caught up in staring at the two women walking in front of her, that she nearly walked into two men carrying a big glass window. Lucas only just grabbed her before she smashed into them.

“Oy! Watch it!” One of the men called after them. Annabelle blushed with embarrassment, but Lucas only winked at her.

Dragonsdale was different from back home. Everything happened at a faster pace; the people there seemed to have busy lives. They barely noticed the little red-headed family making their way through the city. They stopped at stores and markets on the way, and they took detours through side streets. They didn’t want to appear as if their only priority was to get out of town. When they got to the edge of Dragonsdale they discretely disappeared into the forest.

*

“Finally!” Leda said. “I’m so sick of pretending to be this woman.”

“I like her,” Lucas said. “She’s nice!”

“Thanks,” Leda replied darkly.

“Oh, she’s got nothing on you, darling,” he said, winking.

Annabelle grabbed Lydia’s arm and dragged her along with her into the forest, leaving the old married couple to bicker in peace.

“Hold on, you two!” Leda called. “We need to stick together.”

“You can see us, can’t you?” Annabelle called back with a bit of an attitude. She still hadn’t forgiven Leda for keeping secrets from her.

“Hey…” Lydia said, tugging her arm even closer. “Be nice.”

“I’ll think about it,” Annabelle muttered.

“She cares about you.”

“And I care about the truth.”

Lydia sighed and shook her head. “You’re not being fair. I think you should apologise.”

“Me? Apologise?” Annabelle stopped and looked shocked at Lydia. “Whose side are you on?”

“I side with both of you.” She pulled Annabelle closer and kissed her cheek. “I want you to learn the truth about yourself, and I understand your frustration when so much is kept secret. But I also understand sometimes the less a person knows the safer they are. Leda does not want to keep secrets from you, but she knows it will keep you safe.”

“I should get a say in what I think is best,” Annabelle argued.”Darling, please don’t take this the wrong way,” Lydia said looking slightly embarrassed, “but you do not always make the best choices.”

Frustrated, Annabelle let go of Lydia’s hand and continued walking without her.

Behind them, Leda saw Annabelle storm off. “That girl,” she grumbled. “Annabelle!” she called after her as she approached Lydia.

“You two relax, I’ll catch up to her,” Lucas said jogging after her.

“That girl is pushing all my buttons right now,” Leda said, shaking her head.

Being the diplomat, Lydia said, “She’s just upset. Can you blame her? She’s tired of not knowing who she is, and there are people with the answers right in front of her.”

“I suppose that is vexing,” Leda agreed. “But she better get rid of that attitude before she meets Andromeda because she does not have patience with such behaviour, I can promise you that.”

“I’ll have a word with her about that later,” Lydia promised.

“You better, because Andromeda will not hesitate to put her in her place.” She raised an eyebrow. “Then again… Annabelle seems to have become more insolent lately, perhaps she needs someone like my mentor to bring her back down to earth. If she learnt anything at that school, it was not discipline.”

Lydia cleared her throat. “I disciplined her! I did not let her get away with…”

“Of course, dear,” Leda said, reassuringly, “but the others?”

“Well, the students were often punished unfairly by the others. I suppose they sort of ended up resenting authority. They probably felt like they were on their own in the world.”

“I see…”

“I’m sure you have heard about the incident with the prank potion she and Eylion put in the food while on kitchen duty.”

“What?!”

“Oh… really? Christophe told Annabelle he would tell her mentors about it. But… so…no then?” Lydia cleared her throat. “Never mind that.”

“No, young lady, I think you had better tell me exactly what naughtiness my apprentice got up to at that school.”

“But… she did it to cause trouble for the order…”

“I told her to behave herself while at school,” Leda said sternly. “I did not want her misbehaving whilst in the clutches of that woman!”

“I warned them of that when… when it happened.” Lydia looked sad.

“What happened?”

“Well, Annabelle and Leda were on kitchen duty, and then at supper, the staff started talking backwards after they started eating.”

Lydia groaned.

“It was very obvious who was behind it,” Lydia said. “ They were the only two on kitchen duty. It was a punishment they received their first day.”

“First day?!”

“Well… “

“Those two!”

“Yeah, they have a nose for trouble, alright. They must have known they would get in trouble for pranking the staff, but I don’t think they realised how bad it could get. That is when I warned Annabelle. I said they wouldn’t send her home until they were happy with her. I think, perhaps, that is when Annabelle realised that I was conflicted by the order.” Tear started forming in Leda’s eyes.

“Sorry…” she excused herself, wiping them away. “I just… I feel so ashamed.”

Leda put her arm around her. “You were in a difficult position.”

“Yes, but… I knew she was bad. I’ve known for a while, yet I did nothing for the longest time.”

“And now you will do something, right?”

“I guess…”

“Can I share some assumptions I have made about you?”

“About me?” Lydia looked surprised. “Umh… sure.”

Leda looked into her eyes. “I see in you a broken spirit. Your family has trodden you down and made you feel inferior and weak. They have overlooked your talent, and they have treated you poorly.”

Lydia looked embarrassed.

“You haven’t felt loved, have you?”

Lydia shook her head. “Annabelle makes me feel loved, and it feels wonderful, but… it’s not…”

“It’s not enough? You need to feel loved in different ways,” Leda stated.

Lydia nodded. “I care about her a lot, and I try to protect her the way I wanted someone to protect me. That dynamic feels right when I’m with her.”

“But you also want to feel protected,” Leda said. “You want someone more experienced to take you under their wing, to make you feel loved and cared for the way you make her feel.”

Lydia raised her eyebrows in surprise. “How… how do you know these things?”

“I’m just guessing,” Leda said, “but it makes a lot of sense.”

“I take the lead with Annabelle because it feels right when I’m with her, but I don’t want to take the lead all the time, and that makes me feel conflicted.”

“You don’t have to feel conflicted,” Leda reassured her. “You can have both.”

“I can?”

Leda pushed Lydia’s chin up with her index finger so that she looked directly into her eyes. “If you join our coven, little girl, you will have to accept our hierarchy. You may continue your relationship and your dynamic with Annabelle, but know that there are witches above you that you will answer to. Understand?”

Lydia’s eyes widened. “What…. What exactly do you mean?”

“It means that you will have to follow our rules and you will do as I say if I give an order.” She patted Lydia’s bottom, “Or you might find yourself over my knee.”

“You mean you will spank me? Over your knee?”

“I most assuredly will, if that is what you need. You have had that experience, I’m sure.”

Lydia shook her head. “Not… not really. I have been punished, but I’ve often been slapped in the face, or been made to bend over for an implement to be used on me.”

“But not taken over someone’s lap?”

“No, never.”

“What about hugs afterwards?”

Lydia laughed at this. “Nobody in my family hugs.”

Leda pulled the younger woman into her arms and held her tight. “I would never slap your face. I’m sorry you have had that experience.” Lydia clung to her and buried her face in her shoulder. Still clinging to the other woman, she said,

“Leda? Must I do bad things to get spanked?”

“You mean you want to get spanked?”

“I just… I have all this guilt, and I feel bad. I want that attention, but I don’t want to do bad things to get it.”

“I understand,” the older woman said softly.

“Do you?”

“Yes, I do. You want a release, which puts you in a tricky situation.”

Lydia nodded, but she couldn’t meet the older woman’s eye. She kept her face buried in Leda’s shoulder.

“You want it, and if you don’t get the attention you want, you might try to get the reaction by doing things you shouldn’t. Even if that is not what you want.”

“I don’t want to do anything that displeases you,” Lydia mumbled.

“I know you don’t, but you desire what you desire.” Leda patted her back. “All you have to do is ask.”

“Ask?”

“That’s right. Use your words, tell me of your need.”

“I…” Lydia hesitated. “I need a spanking. I… want…” She stopped looking down on the ground. It was too hard for her to finish her sentence. Leda finished it for her.

“Well, we’ll have to deal with that, won’t we, darling,” Leda said, cupping her chin. “I need you on your best behaviour, I don’t want to risk you doing something stupid.”

Lydia looked up at her, her eyes widening.

“When we set camp tonight, I will send the others out on an errand, and you will get some time over my knee.”

*

When they set up camp, Annabelle was in a better mood. It was easy for her to get along with Lucas. They were a lot alike. They had the same humour and the same interests. Annabelle hadn’t known a lot of men before she came to live in this world, only the man she thought was her father. And after her stepmother had tried to marry her off to Lord Stratton, it had been hard for her to trust them.
It was strange to think that Lucas had been married – was married still – to Leda. They had this whole history together, and Annabelle had no idea what Leda was like when they were happy together. They must have been happy together if they had gotten married. Did Eylion know about this? He must have hurt her badly because Leda was short-tempered and annoyed with him, and Annabelle knew her to be a very patient person. However, whatever he had done, Annabelle did not let that get in the way of her getting to know him.

“Alright, you two,” Leda said to Lucas and Annabelle. “You are responsible for getting us firewood.”

“Yes, boss,” Lucas said, winking at her.

Annabelle shrugged, she didn’t much mind having something to do. “You coming?” she asked, Lydia.

“No, I need to talk to Leda about something,” Lydia said.

Annabelle thought she seemed odd when she said it. She struggled to have eye contact with her, and it looked like she was blushing. It made her feel a bit uneasy, and she felt a bit jealous. It was probably unfounded, but she felt it nonetheless. “Alright,” she mumbled, feeling a bit hurt.

“Lucas, a word,” Leda said, leading her husband away from them.

Annabelle approached her lover. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah…” Lydia said, still unable to keep eye contact.

“Lydia? Why are you acting strange?”

“I’m not!”

“Yes, you are,” Annabelle said, accusingly. “And I don’t like it.”

“Honey…”

“Is this because of Leda? What has she said to you? What are you guys going to talk about?”

“It’s… it’s hard to explain. It’s kind of personal…”

This made Annabelle feel even more hurt. “Personal? But you can tell Leda, a woman you don’t know that well, but you can’t tell me?”

“Annabelle…”

“You do realise that she is over a hundred years old? She is much too old for you!”

“What? What are you talking about?” Lydia looked her in her eyes with a soft look. “It’s not what you think… it’s… I’m not…” She pulled Annabelle closer and hugged her tight. “I am not crushing on her if that is what you think.”

“You’re not?” Annabelle asked looking a bit scared. She felt insecure.

“No! Goddess, no!”

“But… Leda is so… tall and pretty… and…”

“So? Annabelle, you are amazing. I like you, you know that. How can you doubt that after our journey together? After all the times we… you know… we…”

“We fucked?” Annabelle said.

“Argh… there you go being all crude again,” Lydia scolded.

Annabelle giggled. “Sorry… I just knew it would annoy you.”

“You…” Lydia said, kissing her girlfriend, “are… a…very bad girl”. She kissed her several times. “I promise to explain later tonight, okay? I just can’t right now. I need to talk to Leda alone. It doesn’t mean that I don’t trust you, and it doesn’t mean that I am in love with someone else.”

“Okay…” Annabelle muttered. “I suppose I just have to trust you.”

“Yes, you do.”

Lydia kissed Annabelle again, just as Leda and Lucas came back. Lucas grabbed a satchel and threw it over his shoulder.

“Ready, Annabelle? Let’s go and find some firewood. Leda wants us gone for at least an hour, so we should be able to find enough.”

“I’m ready,” Annabelle replied. She looked at her girlfriend one last time and got a reassuring nod back.

“Let’s go then.” He gave Leda a salut. “We’ll be back in an hour or so, boss.”

Leda raised her eyebrow. “Why are you still here? Go!”

Lucas and Annabelle looked at each other and left camp.

Leda turned to Lydia and gave her a weak smile. “Now… are you ready?” she asked.

“I think so.”

Leda cast a spell that expanded as a glowing dome around their campsite. Lydia recognised the spell as a protective spell that would make their camp invisible to anybody Leda did not approve of. Leda also cast a spell on their tent, and Lydia knew that nobody outside the tent would be able to hear what was going on inside it.

“Then let’s go inside the tent, shall we?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Lydia said nervously.

To be continued…

It’s been a while!

I know a lot of you have waited for me to post the next part to Annabelle. I am sorry for the long wait. I have a chapter that is almost ready for you. I plan to post tomorrow. I will also work on the next part. In the meantime… I made some new spanko art.

Annabelle (Part 34)

A/N: This chapter contains the disciplinary spanking of an adult.  

Previously:

“Okay… but tell me this…”

“What?”

“Who am I?”

****

“Excuse me?” Leda looked a little taken aback.

“You heard me,” Annabelle said. “Who am I? Why do some people react when they see me? Alexis reacted to me when we first met. Lucas Storm thought I looked like someone he knew. And why did you give me the locket knowing it was special? I want answers.”

“Annabelle…” Leda hesitated. “I… I can’t answer that.”

“Yes, you can! You know, Leda. I know you do.”

“It’s complicated…”

“But you must tell me!” Annabelle said this last part a bit loudly.

“Do not take that tone with me, missy!” Leda scolded.

“I will use whatever tone I want. I am sick of being bossed around and never given any information. You expect me to just do what you say, go to Andromeda, when you can’t even be honest with me? Forget it!”

Leda raised an eyebrow. Annabelle kept challenging her, looking firm.

“Young lady, I am not above taking you over my knee.”

“Why? For asking questions?” Annabelle asked, she could feel her blood rising. The look Leda gave her scared her a little, but she didn’t break eye contact.

“For being disrespectful. All of the instructions given to you are for your own safety…”

“Well, you can take your instructions and shove them up your….”

Leda cut Annabelle off and grabbed her arm. The moment Annabelle had said it, she knew she had gone too far. She should have known before she said it, that that comment wouldn’t go down well with Leda. The older woman swiftly pulled Annabelle over her lap.

“I can see that you need a little disciplinary attention before you’re ready talk.”

“No! I don’t need…”

Leda slapped Annabelle’s bottom, hard. 

“Ow! Leda, let me up, dammit! You’re not my mentor!” 

“You know very well that I am allowed to spank you if I feel that you need it, young lady. Just like your mentors can spank Eylion if they see fit.”

“But…”

“This is what it’s like to be part of the coven. You should be grateful you’re a part of one.”

Annabelle squirmed over the older woman’s lap, trying to get up, but Leda held her securely. She gave Annabelle a dozen swats on the outside of her shorts, before she pulled them down, along with her panties.

“Hmm… I can see someone has recently been spanked by someone else,” Leda commented. “Did Lydia punish you earlier today?”

“I… no! It wasn’t like that.” Annabelle could feel herself blushing, remembering the sexual encounter with Lydia previously. She had also never been spanked by Leda before.

“Ah, I see. Christophe did mention the two of you seemed close,” Leda said. She rubbed her hand over a mark on Annabelle’s bottom. “Well, I can promise you this is not going to be that kind of spanking!”

And with that, she brought her hand down sharply on Annabelle’s already reddened backside. 

“Owww! I just want answers!”

“That is no excuse to speak to me the way you did, missy!” Leda said, peppering Annabelle’s bottom with stinging swats. “I will not tolerate such disrespect. I am your elder, and in our little coven, I am almost up there with Alexis in the hierarchy.” 

“Fuck your stupid hierarchy!” Annabelle blurted out, kicking with her legs and trying to squirm loose from Leda’s hard grip. 

There was a dangerous silence, and Annabelle immediately knew she had crossed a line. She had already crossed the line, which was why she was over Leda’s lap to begin with, but now she had crossed another. Leda was silent for a long time, giving Annabelle time to really appreciate just how much trouble she had gotten herself in.

“You’re not really doing yourself any favors, are you, my dear? I think perhaps my hand won’t teach you a proper lesson this time. I can see that you have changed since we last saw each other. You are less timid, which can be a good thing, but the old Annabelle would have known better than to show such disrespect.” 

She grabbed Annabelle around the waste and stood up. Annabelle’s shorts and panties fell off as she dangled from Leda’s strong grip. Leda dropped Annabelle on her bed.

“Lay down,” she commanded. “I need to find an implement.”

“Nooo….” Annabelle whined. 

“Yes, I think so, my dear,” Leda said. “You will learn never to speak to me like that again, and I can only warn you not to speak to Andromeda like that. I wouldn’t even have dared to try.” 

Annabelle was about to argue, but Leda had just turned and was leaving the room. She closed the door behind her, no doubt to go to her own room to retrieve something. For a short second Annabelle had the idea of putting on her shorts and try to escape out the window, but then she realized that she would eventually have to face Leda, and who knew what kind of trouble that would lead to! 

***

Outside the door, Leda met Lydia in the hallway. 

“Are you done talking already?”

“No, but I am afraid Annabelle has decided to be difficult. I am getting my hairbrush.” 

“Really? What happened?” 

“Let’s see… when I told her she needed to follow the instructions given to her,  she told me I could shove my instructions up my you-know-where…”

Lydia winced, but she didn’t say anything. She had never heard Annabelle say anything like that before.

“Then,” Leda continued, “When I reminded her of our coven’s hierarchy and that she had to respect her elders… well… let’s just say she dropped a massive F-bomb.” 

“So…”

“So your girlfriend is in big trouble.” She raised an eyebrow at Lydia. “Are you going to try to convince me not to spank her?”

“No,” Lydia shook her head. “It sounds like she has earned herself a punishment. But…”

“But what?”

“But… you should know that she has recently been spanked a little bit, so…”

“I have seen the marks you left, young lady, but I don’t think they were from a punishment.”

“Well… it… I didn’t… eh…”

“You didn’t spank her as soundly as you would have if she were in trouble? I know. I know about… those kinds of spankings too.” She gave Lydia a reassuring smile. “I am an experienced disciplinarian, Lydia, don’t worry. I would never harm her.”

“Good. I mean… not that I thought you would.” 

There was a silence between the two. Then Lydia said, “So… about this journey…”

“We’re leaving in the morning,” Leda replied.

“All of us?” Lydia asked. 

“Yes. The three of us will depart from Dragonsdale together, and Lucas is going to accompany Annabelle all the way to Andromeda. It will be safer, and it will look less suspicious.” She looked into Lydia’s eyes and put her hand on her shoulder. “I know you care for her.”

“I do,” Lydia replied, nodding. 

“But you know how this journey has to end, don’t you?”

“I think so…” Lydia said, looking into Leda’s eyes. “You want me to go back with you.”

“Yes,” Leda nodded. “And Annabelle won’t be happy. In fact, given the temper tantrum she just threw, she will probably be furious once she finds out.”

 “But… I’m the one with the insider information,” Lydia reasoned. She knew this, she had known for a while that hiding at Andromeda’s was probably not for her. She just wanted to see Annabelle there safely. She hadn’t been able to tell Annabelle any of this, she knew she wouldn’t take it well. She would have insisted that she’d go with Lydia, but that could not happen. Everyone wanted Annabelle safe, and that was not with her mentors right now.

“You’ve worked close to Kendra,”  Leda said. “You’re her family, you know things.”

“Annabelle is going to hate me for this,” Lydia said, looking sad. 

“She won’t hate you,” Leda said, patting Lydia’s cheek. She gave her a smile. “She will be mad, really mad. But once she has calmed down, Andromeda will be able to make her see sense. She will understand why we need you.” 

Seeing the sad look on Lydia’s face, Leda pulled the younger woman into a hug. She held her there for a while, stroking her back. She could feel her relax a little in her embrace. Leda instinctively knew Lydia needed this reassurance. She knew this was hard for her. She knew Lydia had had a rough life, that she had never had the support she needed from her own family. It was strange, she thought, how Lydia, who had never received proper love from her own family, could find it in her heart to love Annabelle the way she did. Maybe that was why she was so good at loving Annabelle, because she gave her the attention she had wanted herself. Leda made a mental note to take Lydia under her wing. 

 “It’s best if we don’t tell her,” Leda said softly into her ear.

“Another lie?”

“Honey, do you think we will be able to get her from this inn if we tell her the truth?”

“Not a chance,” Lydia admitted, defeated. She sighed. “Fine, we’ll do it your way.” 

“Good girl.”

* 

Leda entered Annabelle’s room again, finding the brat where she left her. She laid prone on her stomach, her red bottom on display and her head buried in her arms. It looked like she had calmed down. 

“Done with your little tantrum now?” Leda asked, folding her arms. 

Annabelle sniffed and looked up at her with innocent eyes. 

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said those thing.” 

“No, you shouldn’t have. And don’t think those puppy-dog eyes will get you out of a paddling.” She raised an eyebrow. 

“I just wanna know stuff… it’s stuff about me. I deserve to know things about myself.”

 “Annabelle, I know you feel like we are keeping too many secrets, I know you are getting frustrated and angry, but that does not mean that I will give into you.” 

Annabelle looked sad. 

“I’m tired of all the secrets, Leda.”

“I know.”

“I just want to know what you know.”

“But you can’t.”

“But…”

“There are a lot of things you are better off not knowing. We are in a situation where knowledge can be dangerous.” 

“But I just want to know who I am. Is that dangerous?”

Leda took a moment to think. 

“Yes,” she finally replied. “Right now, the less you know the better.” 

Annabelle opened her mout to speak, looking defiant, but Leda cut her off. 

“Enough of this, Annabelle.”

“But…” Annabelle started breathing faster through her nose. Leda could tell she was getting angry again.

“Don’t. Be a good girl,” she warned. Then she ducked as Annabelle threw a pillow, hard.

“NO!” 

“Oh boy,” Leda said, toughing the bridge of her nose with her finger and thumb. “Here we go again.” She gripped the hairbrush firmly in her hand, approaching the younger woman.

To be continued….

Jars of kink

So…. my friend, Emma, over on Emma’s Story Corner, made a post called “Jars of Spanko Kinks” and I used the blank templet she provided to do the same. Emma has seen this done with other kinks, and she made her own spanko version.

It was hard because I’m not sure, but I think I did a good job of representing my interests in various spanking activities. So without further ado, these are my jars of spanko kinks.

Mila Gets Two Tops (Mila and Blake)

Hello, my darlings. These are some new characters that I am working on. 😉 It started as a daydream I had and it developed from there.  I really hope you enjoy my new characters. However, just a warning, there is a tiny teeny bit of Japanese in the story.  But don’t worry, I’ve written in in “romaji” (roman letters), and it’s nothing complicated. So… just a quick Japanese lesson before the story:
* Hai = yes
* Sensei = teacher
* Gomenasai = sorry
* Shouganai = It can’t be helped   (It is expresses a situation that one has little control over. Very similar to the French – “C’est la vie”. However, in our story the characters incorrectly uses it to excuse something that can be helped!)
* Osoi yo  = You’re late

*

I don’t know exactly when I fell for Blake. We met each other through the amateur theatre, both brought there kicking and screaming by aspiring actor friends, too scared to join on their own. I only remember thinking that she was absolutely gorgeous, but I quickly pushed that thought out of the way. The tall, beautiful blonde was probably not gay anyway, and so why bother obsessing about someone that I couldn’t have? Blake had joined with her roommate, Kate, and I became friends with both of them on the first day, which is probably why I decided to come back. Hannah, my aspiring actor friend, decided that perhaps acting wasn’t her thing after a slightly embarrassing drama class in which we had to participate in some silly improvisation game. But I stayed, because I actually quite enjoyed acting, and I also quite enjoyed Blake and Kate’s company.

It wasn’t that long after I met Blake that things got interesting. We were putting on an all-female production of Twelfth Night. I had secured the part of Viola which was great because I got to cross-dress as the boy, Cesario, for most of the play. Blake was playing Olivia, the slightly older countess that would mistake me for a guy and fall in love with me. If you had told me a couple of months before that I would be doing an amateur production of Shakespeare, I would not have believed you, but there I was practicing my lines day after day, preparing for the opening night; and I had the time of my life.

I suppose my adventure with Blake started one night after rehearsals. I had to hurry because I had a Japanese lesson, and I was already running late. I walked into the dressing room to pick up my coat when I heard some chat from the bathroom. The door was open so I decided to go in and say goodbye to the others before I left. I just got thought the door, lifting my arm sort of in a half-wave at Kate as Blake stood with her back to me. I smiled and was about to open my mouth and speak when I suddenly heard Blake say, “I think I’d like her to be a little bit younger. Like Mila, she has a great ass, doesn’t she?”  I raised my eyebrows, and Kate’s eyes widened. She kind of shook her head a little in my direction, trying to warn Blake that I was behind her, but Blake  didn’t seem to notice.

“I’d love to spank her,” she finished. “Her tight, naughty ass could use some spanking.”

Then she looked up at Kate and realised that something was wrong. She turned around and saw me. She gasped, her face turning beet red. I pressed my lips firmly together trying not to laugh, but I probably wasn’t very discreet. My eyes were involuntarily crinkling at the corners.  Blake found her voice and said, “Don’t you dare laugh.” But she had just finished her warning when I completely failed and burst out laughing. I laughed so hard my eyes were watering, and it must have been contagious because now Kate was laughing too.

“Sorry,” I chuckled, heaving for a breath and wiping tears from my eyes. “Sorry, I can’t help it.”

“It’s not funny, guys,” Blake complained, hiding her face behind her hands. She was obviously embarrassed, but I think she was also relieved that I wasn’t angry with her, because I could see her mouth smiling slightly. I suppose she was scared of my reaction, but I really did not mind her talking about my ass; in fact, it felt like my prayers had been answered. I knew I had been attracted to her from start, but I hadn’t allowed myself the possibility that she could be interested in me. It would only be too typical if a woman that fine were straight, and even if not, I wouldn’t have thought her single. I remember the relief I felt when I learned that Kate had a boyfriend, because that meant she wasn’t going out with Blake.

“Really, Blake. Don’t worry about it,” I comforted her, winking.

Then I remembered that I had somewhere to be. “Oh, shoot! I’ll be late for class. I have to go.” I gave Blake a smile. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to laugh, but it’s funny. You have to admit.” I didn’t want to just leave it like that, but I had to or I’d be even more late for my class, and Noriko-sensei would not be happy. She had already called me out on being late last time. I had gotten her in a better mood by incorrectly, and cheekily, using the Japanese phrase “shouganai”, “it can’t be helped”, which, although a commonly used phrase in Japan, probably shouldn’t be used to excuse tardiness. She jokingly warned me that next time she’d give me lines, and one can never be too careful. If my sensei gave me lines, I certainly would not be obliged to do it as she didn’t have that kind of authority, but I probably would out of respect for her.

“Are you coming tonight,” Kate asked, as I put on my coat and zipped it up, preparing myself mentally to step out into the cold winter air. I was going to miss my bus for sure.

“Yes, most definitely,” I said, straightening my coat and smiling at her.

“Good,” she said, giving me a smile back. “Dinner is at eight. Be on time.”

“I will,” I called as I hurried out of the room. “If I’m late, I’m sure Blake will be happy to spank me,” I teased, and I could hear Blake protesting and Kate laughing as I ran out the door.

*

“Sensei, gomenasai.” I bowed my head in respect, apologising as Noriko-sensei opened the door to let me in to the class room. Of course, the door would be locked. It had never been locked during class before, but I suspected that Noriko-sensei had locked it when she realised I would be late for class again, forcing me to knock.

“Mila-san, you’re late. Osoi yo!” Sensei chided.

“Hai. Gomenasai,” I said quietly, but my lips gave away a little smirk.

Sensei shook her head, but I could see her eyes smiling at me behind her black-rimmed glasses. The other students were sniggering at me in the background, but they were a nice gang, I knew it was kind-hearted.

“Mila, I would like to see you after class,” Noriko-Sensei said quietly so only I could hear. I nodded at once, wondering if she really was going to give me lines. “Take you seat, Mila-san,” she said a little louder so the others could hear. She returned to the  desk at the front of the classroom and sat down. I dropped my bag at the only available seat at the back of the class. “Turn to page forty-three in the workbook,” Noriko-Sensei instructed to the class. “Let’s go through your homework for today.”

“Shit,” I mumbled quietly to myself as I pulled my workbook out of my bag. I had forgotten to do my homework.

*

Noriko-sensei was a very interesting woman. Half Japanese, half English, and full on awesome. She was intelligent and witty. She liked me, I knew she did. However, our close relationship meant that she would often expect more of me than others in her class. She wouldn’t tolerate tardiness from anybody, and as it was an advanced class she expected people to do their homework. Because of our relationship, I often felt she pushed me more. Whilst some of the others could get away with speaking English to her in class, she would always demand that I try Japanese first, and then use English if I couldn’t express what I wanted to say adequately. She knew I was less shy, and I wasn’t likely to fall apart at her criticism. She believed in me and my abilities. And, although an incredibly attractive woman, I knew our relationship was a platonic one, if not quite conventional. She was probably twenty years older than me, and she was married. Learning this had at first been disappointing, but I had learned to live with it. I liked her, but I think it was more the authoritative attention that she provided which I found attractive, and that could be found in somebody else.

“So,” Noriko-sensei said after class, leaning against the teacher’s desk at front of the classroom while I sat obediently in my seat.  “Late again, eh?”

“Sorry, Sensei. I got caught up at the theatre,” I excused myself. “We’re putting on a production of Twelfth Night.“

“I thought rehearsals ended at four o’clock. Did it go on longer this afternoon?”

“No,” I said quietly, cursing her good memory.

“So you can’t really blame your obligations at the theatre, can you?”

“But I talked to some of the cast members after,” I tried to explain, knowing that Sensei would find a way to dig the truth out of me if she wanted.

“And was that conversation so important that it could not wait?” she asked me, raising an eyebrow at me.

I shook my head, feeling guilty. I had stayed behind gossiping with some of the others until I was running late, and then I had stopped to talk to Blake and Kate, making me even later.

“Do you remember what I threatened to do if you were late again, Mila?”

I looked up from studying my fingers nails, surprised. “You mean… eh… make me write lines?”

“That’s it,” Sensei said, nodding. “Of course, you didn’t only show up late to class, did you? You also forgot to do any of your homework. What do you think I should do about that?”

“Spank me?” I joked, grinning. It came out before I could stop myself. I had been thinking about Blake’s comment earlier that afternoon. “Eh… I mean… sorry, Sensei, that was inappropriate.” I leaned my head down on the desk, hiding my face in my arms, embarrassed.

After a while I could feel Sensei’s hand on my shoulder. Then I felt her rub my back. “That is not a bad idea, young lady. Not a bad idea at all.”

I looked up at her, gaping. “Eh… what?”

“Perhaps I should dole out some real punishment.” She raised an eyebrow at me, smiling slightly. “Perhaps I should spank you.”

My eyes widened. “Eh… do you… I mean… are you being serious?” It was such a strange situation that I didn’t quite know how to interpret it.

“Yes, I am,” she said, patting me on the shoulder. “However, it is entirely up to you.” She sat down by the desk next to me, and gave me a serious look. “Why did you suggest I spank you, Mila? Was it just a joke? Or did you mean it?”

I could feel my face turning red, and I took a minute to think, looking deeply into Noriko-sensei’s beautiful brown eyes. “I… well, I suppose it came out as a joke,” I started, hesitantly. “But… there was something that triggered it, I suppose.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

I took a deep breath. “Well, see… the reason why I was late… well, I mean… I would probably have been late anyway,” I gave her a little smile. “But the reason why I was even later was because I walked in on someone talking about me. Her name is Blake, she plays Olivia in the play, and I kinda like her… like… a lot.”

“What did she say?”

“Well, she was standing with her back to me, and then she told our friend Kate that I have a great ass and that she’d like to spank me. That… eh… my tight, naughty ass could use some spanking.” I blushed even harder.

Noriko-sensei laughed out loud. I giggled.

“Anyway, that is why it was on my mind, I suppose.”

“I see.” Noriko-sensei studied me for a while. “And do you want her to spank you?”

I nodded shyly. “I think so. I mean… I kinda teased her about it.”

“Of course, you did.”

“She was so embarrassed when she saw that I had heard, but I couldn’t help but laugh. However, I think… I mean… I am really attracted to her, and I think her dominant personality is part of that.”

“You think?” Noriko-sensei chuckled.

“Sensei, do you think that I should ask her if she has feelings for me?”

“Yes, I think you should,” Sensei said, nodding.

I smiled at her. “Thanks, Sensei. I guess I should get going.”  I got up to leave.

“Hold on, young lady. We’re not done yet.”

“We’re not?”

“No, we are most certainly not.” She stood up and folded her arms. “Do you accept my spanking or don’t you?”

“Oh… that… eh…” I scratched my neck. “What do you suggest? I mean… do you want to spanke me?”

“Mila, if I didn’t want to spank you, I wouldn’t have offered, would I? Now, I think we both know that our relationship is not a romantic one.”

“Yes, I know.” I nodded.

“But that doesn’t mean that I am not willing to give you a spanking when you need it, or when you want it. There are different types of spankings, and I would be happy to give you punishment spankings, but also not so serious spankings if you should want that.”

“Really?” I asked, my mouth half open in shock. I could not believe the conversation I was having with my teacher, yet I automatically knew that I wanted this from her. 

“Yes, but I think if this thing with Blake works out, you should be open with her about that. I will be here for you and for your needs, but I advice you to be honest with a potential lover.”

I nodded, seriously.

“Now, seeing as you have been late to several classes and you have forgotten to do your homework, if you agree to be spanked by me now, you can consider it an actual punishment.” She walked over to her desk, and opened a drawer. She pulled out a long wooden ruler. “I’ll tell you what. You can choose between 200 lines and spanking, or 500 lines.”

“500?” I asked, gaping.

“Yes,” she said, smirking. She walked over to the blackboard. “I want you to write “I am really sorry. In the future, I will not come late to my Japanese class” either two-hundred or five-hundred times.” She wrote the words on the blackboard.

申し訳ございませんでした。将来、日本語の授業に遅れて来ません。

“Well?”

“I don’t want to write it five-hundred times,” I said, trying to pout without smirking. I really craved a spanking from Sensei. 

Noriko-sensei smiled and pattet the wooden desk with her hand. I walked over to her and bent over, placing my elbows and palms on the desk. I suddenly became very conscious of the fact that I was wearing a checkered, pleated skirt, almost as if I subconsciously knew I was going to get spanked by my teacher. How’s that for a school-girl fantasy!

“Good girl,” Sensei said, as she placed herself on my left and placed her left hand on the small of my back. “I will spank you a little with my hard first, I think. Then your backside will be nice and warm for my ruler.”

“How long will you spank me?”

“I’m not sure yet, I will need to pay attention to your reaction to it, and to the colour of your backside.”

“You… eh… you will pull up my skirt?” I asked, nervous.

“Oh, yes. You will feel my ruler directly on your bare bottom.”

“Awe,” I whined. “That is embarrassing.”

“That is part of the punishment,” Sensei reminded me. “I will start the spanking on top of your skirt though, gradually warming you up.” She placed her right hand on my bottom, rubbing it slightly in a circular motion. “Are you ready?”

“Emh… I suppose,” I said, letting out a little whimper.

I felt Sensei raise her hand and I closed my eyes knowing what would shortly follow. Her hand came down sharply on my bottom. It stung a little bit, but it wasn’t unbearable; Sensei didn’t use full force. She kept swatting my skirt-covered behind slowly, with firm swats that gradually built up a sting in my behind, and little by little she increased force and pace. After a while I let out small whimpers, and shortly after Sensei stopped spanking me and rubbed my bottom for a bit.

“Are you doing okay?” she asked me, patting my bottom lightly.

“Yes, Sensei,” I said truthfully. My bottom felt stingy, but it wasn’t that bad. I knew that it would get worse, especially once Sensei used the ruler on my bare bottom!

“Now, remind me, missy, why am I spanking you?”

“Because I was late, Sensei.”

“And?”

“And… and… emh…” I hesitated, thinking.

“You homework?”

“Oh, yes, that.” I giggled nervously. “I forgot to do my homework.”

“That’s right,” Sensei said, giving me a sharp swat to my bottom, harder than any of the previous ones. I gave a little whimper. “You know I don’t appreciate tardiness, don’t you?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Do any of the others come late?”

I thought for a moment. “Well, it is possible Sensei. Just because they come before me, doesn’t mean that they are not late.”

Sensei gave me another hard swat, causing me to wince.  “Don’t be cheeky, young lady. You are in enough trouble already.” She patted by bottom lightly. “I think it is time I lift your skirt now,” she said, moving her hand slowly over my bottom, her hand following the curve of my cheeks down to my thighs before she lifted my skirt, revealing my cotton panties with little cupcakes on them. I heard Sensei chuckle and I could imagine her eyes crinkling into a smile as she saw them. I had a nervous feeling that there might be a wet patch on my panties, but if Sensei noticed she didn’t say anything, she just fastened my skirt in the waistband.

“These are cute,” she said, patting my cupcake panties, “but I think these better come down too.”

I responded with a complaining whimper as I felt her fingers under the waistband, slowly tugging them down, leaving them mid-thigh.

“My, my, your bottom is looking slightly rosy,” she commented, feeling my warm cheeks with her hand. “But I don’t think I am quite happy with the colour yet. I will have to spank you some more with my hand before I let you taste my ruler.” 

Noriko-sensei started spanking me again, her hand moving faster and harder than before. Her swats fell in a steady rhythm and the burning feeling in my bottom was building up. It made it harder to stand still. 

“Oww!”

“Maybe someone will come on time next week, hmm?” Noriko-sensei said and she tightened the grip she had on me with her left arm and started focusing her swats on my sit-spot. 

“Yes, Sensei.”

“Are you going to be a good girl?”

“Yes, Sensei.”

“You will do your homework, and finish your lines for me?”

“Owwwiee… ow… yes, Sensei. I’ll be good!” 

Noriko-sensei slowed down. She was still spanking me, but her swats were not quite as hard. 

“I want you to spend extra attention to your lines. I do not want to see sloppy kanji, or you will do it again.” 

She stopped spanking me and rubbed my bottom. My backside was burning, and she hadn’t even spanked me with the ruler yet. Then a thought struck me.

“Sensei?”

“Yes?”

“Are we alone in the building? What if someone is outside the door?”

Noriko-sense chuckled. “Oh, don’t worry about that. We should be the last ones here, but even so these classrooms are pretty soundproof.”

“How do you know? Have you spanked any other students in here?” I asked, feeling slightly jealous.

“Is that a tone of jealousy?” She said, and I could feel her smile.

“Maybe…” I muttered.

Noriko-sensei chuckled. “Relax. Believe it or not, but I don’t make a habit of spanking my students. But I do have a wife, you know.” She patted my bottom slightly. “Now… are you ready for my ruler?”

I whimpered. My bottom was burning, but I was a bit curious about her ruler. I would never admit it to Noriko-sensei, but I had fantasised about her bending me over a desk and spanking me. And in my daydreams, she did not let me off with only a hand spanking. 

“Well?”

“Ye… yes, Sensei.” 

“Good.” Sensei picked up her ruler from the desk. It was a bit ruler. It was long and flat, and about two inches wide. “I happen to know this ruler is perfect for spanking.” 

She stood behind me and patted my bottom lightly. “Stick out your bottom, girl. You will present me with your bottom for punishment, and you will keep your position, do you understand?”

“Yes, Sensei.”

“I will give you twenty swats with my ruler.”

“Twenty!!!” 

“Ten for being late, and ten for not doing your homework.”

“But I already got spanked with your hand,” I argued, looking back at Noriko-sensei who stood behind me with the ruler, ready to wallop my behind.

“Well, yes,” she said, smirking. “I always give a hand spanking first.” She rubbed her hand over my red bottom. “I like to redden a naughty girl’s bottom cheeks with my hand first. Give her a proper warm up, you know.” 

“You are really enjoying this, aren’t you?” I asked, rolling my eyes.

“Immensely,” she said, giving a chuckle, or maybe it was more like a cackle. 

Noriko-sensei lined up the ruler across my bottom. I could feel the cold wood in the middle of my bottom, covering both of my bottom cheeks. She pulled back and swung down, and the ruler landed on my bottom again with a CRACK! 

“Owww!” I howled slightly, shaking the pain out of my bottom. It wasn’t the worst pain. Noriko-sensei had probably not given me a very hard one, but it did have a bite.

“That is one. Maybe I should make you count in Japanese.” 

“Nooo!” I argued. “I don’t want to count.”

“Oh fine,” she said, lining up the ruler again. “Spoilsport.”

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! 

She kept bringing the ruler down on my bottom, keeping the fire in my bottom going. When we were half way through the strokes with the ruler, she stopped and rubbed my bottom again. I was holding my breath. 

“Need a break?” she asked, sounding a bit concerned. 

“Yes, please,” I said, breathing out. “May rub my bottom a bit?” 

“Yes, you may.” 

I immediately got up and started rubbing my poor bottom. I tried to bend my head back to look at it, but it wasn’t that easy. 

Noriko-sensei chuckled. “Want some help?” She held up her phone, offering to take a picture. 

“Yes, please.”

She took a photo and showed me on her phone. The bottom in the photo was bright red! 

“Wow! My bottom is so red!”

“And no bruising,” she said proudly. 

“Yeah, I would have expected there to be, especially after the ruler.”

“There still might be, but I did try to avoid it.” 

“Either way, you have done a number on my bottom,” I said, pouting.

“And you still have ten swats with the ruler left to go,” she said, raising her eyebrow at me. 

I automatically reached back and rubbed my bottom. “You know… if I had known this would be the punishment, I would probably have tried a little harder to make class on time.”

“In other words, Mila-chan needs to have her bottom spanked more often,” Noriko-sensei said. She grabbed my arm and forced me to bend back over the desk. 

She finished by giving me the last ten swats with the ruler more quickly. It was hard to stay in position, and I felt like she put more force into the last swats. When she finished I was dancing while rubbing my bottom fiercely. 

“Owww! You lit my ass on fire!”

“Maybe next time you will come on time! And do your homework.”

“Yes, Sensei,” I muttered. 

Noriko-sensei held out her arms to me, which was not very Japanese at all, and I walked into her embrace. She hugged me really tight, stroking my back. It felt nice. This experience had brought us even closer. I hoped that if things worked out with Blake, she would still be okay with me getting spanked by Noriko-sensei from time to time. She wasn’t a lover to me, but a mentor and a friend. I gladly accepted her discipline and guidance. 

“Thank you, Sensei,” I said, still enveloped in her embrace. 

“You’re welcome, Mila-chan.”

*

“Mila! Finally.” Kate opened the door for me and let me into the hallway. “You’re late!”

“I know! I’m sorry, Kate. I brought you a bottle of wine, though,” I replied handing it over to an eager looking Kate. 

“Oooh, this looks nice.” She said, checking out the label. “Oh, alright. I forgive you, but Blake might give you a spanking.” She winked at Blake who joined them. We both giggled at her expense, while Blake looked embarrassed. 

“I look forward to it,” I said and smiled at Blake. “So… is there any food left?” 

“Oh, we didn’t eat yet. Kate burned it,” Blake said.

“Hey! It was an accident.” Kate pouted. “We just ordered pizza. It’ll be here in about twenty minutes.” 

“Nice, I love pizza!” I hugged Kate.

“Who doesn’t,” Kate said, grinning. “Oh… but… I thought since it’ll take twenty minutes, I would eh… well… I have something to do in my room. So you guys just… you know… entertain yourself.” 

My gaze followed Kate’s back as she left the room in a hurry. She was being very cryptic. 

Blake turned to me, looking a bit nervous.

“Hey… can… can I talk to you for a bit?”

“Sure,” I said smiling.

“Follow me.” 

Blake took me with her into her bedroom. I had never been in her room before. It was nice. Very minimalistic, but stylish at the same time. She sat down on the bed and patted the mattress next to her.

“I just wanted to talk about what happened earlier. I am really sorry if… if I made you feel uncomfortable.”

“You didn’t,” I assured her. 

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely.” I smiled and put my hand on hers. “But… I did want to ask you something.”

“Yeah? What?”

I took a deep breath. 

“Blake… I have… feelings. Like… for you. And I was wondering if maybe you had feelings for me too? Or am I just a tight ass to you?” I winked at the last part.

Blake chuckled. She smiled at me, and her eyes crinkled. 

“Mila, I have feelings for you. You are more than just a tight ass to me. That’s just a bonus. I like butts, and yours is really nice.”

I laughed. “Thanks. Well… if you wanted to spank my bottom, you could. I wouldn’t mind that at all. Though perhaps not that much tonight.”

“Yeah, might be a bit soon? I wouldn’t want to move to fast for you.”

“No… it’s not that,” I said, hesitating. “It’s just… my Japanese teacher spanked me for being late, and forgetting my homework.”

“What? For real?” Blake raised her eyebrows.

I nodded. “And she said I should tell you if I wanted to start something. She said to be honest about it. If we went out, would you mind if Noriko-sensei spanked me sometimes?”

“Are you romantically involved?” she asked.

I shook my head. “Not at all. She is married, and I am pretty sure she is monogamous.” 

“Then I wouldn’t mind. As long as it’s with your consent.” She smiled at me. “But I am monogamous too. If I start going out with you, then I wouldn’t be seeing anyone else, and I would hope you wouldn’t be romantic with anyone else either.”

“I only want to be with you,” I said looking into her beautiful eyes, and for good measure, I leaned in and kissed her. She kissed me back, and for a moment there was a lot of kissing. We laid down on the bed, making out. Blake reached out and grabbed my bottom.

“Owww…” I muttered. “Sorry… a bit sore.”

“Poor, baby. Can I see?” she asked. She looked very eager. “I want to make sure you are alright. And maybe… maybe I can rub some cooling cream on for you.”

“That would be lovely,” I replied grinning. “How do you want me?” 

Blake smiled. “How about across my knee?”

I tried a story generator…

I was trying to get any ideas for the X-mas exchange, and so I decided to play with a story generator. The result was actually kinda funny. So… I present to you….

The Snow that Flurried like Shouting Reindeer

Santa looked at the Stingy newspaper in her hands and felt cross.

She walked over to the window and reflected on her dark surroundings. She had always loved cold Norway with its shaky, smoggy snow. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel cross.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Charlie . Charlie was a hilarious devil with tall hands and red butt.

Santa gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was an admirable, incredible, mead drinker with curvaceous hands and beautiful butt. Her friends saw her as a doubtful, determined do gooder. Once, she had even brought a burnt puppy back from the brink of death.

But not even an admirable person who had once brought a burnt puppy back from the brink of death, was prepared for what Charlie had in store today.

The snow flurried like shouting reindeer, making Santa irritable.

As Santa stepped outside and Charlie came closer, she could see the gorgeous glint in her eye.

Charlie gazed with the affection of 9573 courageous helpless horses. She said, in hushed tones, “I love you and I want a resolution.”

Santa looked back, even more irritable and still fingering the Stingy newspaper. “Charlie, Is that real leather,” she replied.

They looked at each other with concerned feelings, like two cautious, curious cats rampaging at a very caring holiday, which had piano music playing in the background and two sympathetic uncles hopping to the beat.

Santa regarded Charlie’s tall hands and red butt. “I feel the same way!” revealed Santa with a delighted grin.

Charlie looked worried, her emotions blushing like a melted, mutated map.

Then Charlie came inside for a nice drink of mead.

THE END