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/
Leda stood by the entrance to the tent and motioned for Lydia to step inside.
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.
“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.”
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?”
“Excuse me?” Leda said, giving her a harder smack.
“Oooh! I meant, yes, ma’am.”
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.”
“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.”
“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?”
“What was that, darling?” Leda gave the woman over her lap a sharp smack.
“Ow… I meant yes, ma’am,” Lydia corrected herself.
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?”
“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.”
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.”
“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?”
“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.
“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.”
“I want you to count and say “ma’am”. If you forget to say, ma’am, that stroke won’t count. Understood?”
Leda readied the first stroke. She placed the cane on the middle part of Lydia’s bottom.
“Ow, three, 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.”
“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.
“Oooh… ow…. Eight, ma’am!” Lydia shook her bottom a little. It was clear that this stroke hurt more.
“Arghh…. Nine, 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?