A Royal Swatting: From Top to Bottom
By Spidersans and Yu May
In front of the family manor of Prince Stolas of the Ars Goetia, a serving imp hung up a paper sign with scotch tape. The sign read, “Now The House of Stella” in garish pink letters. In small, neat, blue letters, someone had added, “(Technically it belongs to Andrealphus, let’s be honest here.)”
The mansion was quiet, except for the servants who were up late. Princess Octavia was drifting off to sleep, before she heard the unmistakable, muffled sounds coming from next door.
SMACK, SMACK, SLAP, WHACK!
Octavia groaned, then put on her soundproof headphones. “Good grief, Mom… Why do you have to be so hard on the help? Who could possibly deserve all that spanking?”
***
Jazz the succubus screamed, her ass bouncing and jiggling with each smack.
Princess Stella’s beak curved into a smile, before she brought her hand down again. Stella was thoroughly enjoying a nice view of Jazz’s ass.
It had been six months since Stella had first hired Jazz in secret for a monthly, stress-relief spanking session. Since their first meeting, Stella had now fully mastered the art of giving a spanking, and she was relishing in her new-found expertise.
Her brother Andrealphus was away from home for an urgent manicure, and wouldn’t be back for two whole days, so it was the perfect opportunity to really spank the daylights out of Jazz. Stella cackled. “Bwah, ha, ha! That’s right, Jazz, cry all you want! No one can hear you scream! I paid big money to have this room soundproofed!”
Unfortunately, Stella didn’t quite comprehend the difference between paying to have a job done and having to wait for it to actually get done.
Outside of Stella’s “soundproof” room, a couple impish servants nervously listened in on the spanking, before putting in earplugs and getting back to work.
Jazz was sweating profusely, especially around her but, before she felt another spank send droplets of sweat flying from the point of impact. "Ow! Oooh… Eeeeyyyy! Owwie!”
At least Stella only made a booty call for Jazz’s ass once a month. Jazz had to admit, Stella had made progress, both at giving a spanking and in other ways. It had taken several sessions before Stella felt comfortable enough to undress for the night, and tonight was the first time ever Stella had stripped naked in front of Jazz… with the lights on, at least. Gradually, Stella had opened up to the idea of playful fondling, but she still insisted on two iron-clad rules: no touching private parts, and no sex whatsoever.
Jazz didn’t really get it, but as a succubus, she was professionally committed to honoring her client’s every whim.
Jazz thought wistfully of Princess Stella’s, big, fluffy, feathery breasts. “Man, I could motorboat those tits all day! I really, really want to suck on those boobies so damn bad…”
Then, Stella landed a ferocious clap that snapped Jazz out of her private musings.
Stella smiled wickedly as she started spanking her victim harder and harder. “Take that, peasant! Feel the burn of my royal wrath! Now, who is your goddess?”
Jazz gasped, "Aah… You are! You, Queen Stella, you… You're the most beautiful Goetia, with the most beautiful body ever—Owweee!—Owie, ah fuck!—I'm nothing! My body—no—my ass belongs to you! Oh, please, please, please! Do as you please!”
Jazz blinked, then pulled out a notebook that was labeled: Things To Say In Bed That Stella Thinks Are Really Hot. “Hmm… Should I play it a bit more self-degrading for you?”
Stella grinned, then brought her hand up high in the air. “Yes. You are nothing to me. But that ass of yours…”
Then Stella brought her hand down with a loud smack. "... It's all mine, to do with as I please!"
As Stella began to rub Jazz’s ass, she delighted at the radiant warmth. She had done good work on it today. "Okay Jazz, roleplay is over. You may get off my lap.”
Jazz quickly stood up, holding her ass. As Jazz started to jump in place, rubbing her buttocks furiously, her naked boobs bounced and jiggled freely.
Stella licked her lips, enjoying the show, then held out her arms. “Come here, you wretched little succubus. It's time for a hug!”
Wincing, Jazz sat on Stella’s lap, hovering her glowing red bottom a few inches to keep it from toughing anything, and hugged tight to her disciplinarian. They were embracing each other in chest-to-chest position, with Jazz’s booty facing outwards.
With a smirk, Sella lowered her hands and massaged her victim’s sore butt cheeks, squeezing them, spreading them slowly apart, before squishing them back and pulling Jazz close to her chest.
Jazz gasped, and nuzzled her face into Stella’s shoulder.
Then, Jazz snickered. “Wow, she can’t take her hands off it,” she thought.
Then, Jazz thought out loud. “You really love my ass, huh?”
Stella clicked her beak, and pulled away from the hug. “Don’t be absurd. Love is for peasants. This wicked, little, low-class bottom is my plaything, nothing more. Now, lay down on your stomach on my bed... Butt up. Legs together."
Jazz was confused, but did as she was told, waggling her buttocks as she lifted it up high. Looking over her shoulder, Jazz flashed a teasing smile. “So, what are gonna do nowwwww?”
Slowly, Stella pressed her face against Jazz’s butt cheeks, nuzzling her cheek softly against them. Jazz tensed, wondering if more was coming. Then Stella pressed her beak between Jazz’s buttocks, and stroked them gently with her hands.
Quickly, Jazz bit down on a pillow, moaning as the massage awakened the tingling ache of her recent spanking. “Mmm… Oh, fuck! Is… is she really gonna eat my ass?” thought Jazz.
But Stella only pulled her face away from Jazz’s ass, and began to kiss her bottom cheeks. Then, Stella scowled, and licked Jazz experimentally along her flanks. “Hmmm, tastes like blueberry.”
Jazz sniggered. “Oh, that’s gotta be the soap the servants used to clean me.”
“Silence, peasant. You will speak when spoken to.”
With that, Stella enjoyed smooching Jazz’s backside for a few minutes, before patting Jazz. “All done, Jazz. Get up. Now you may speak freely.”
Jazz got up and stroked her buttocks with both hands. “Mmm… Wow, that was really nice. For a moment, I thought you were gonna eat my ass!”
Stella glared at her. “Don't be ridiculous! My one rule is: no sex! I just wanted to feel it on my face. And I wanted to give it a kiss—like—”
Stella blushed and looked to the side. “—To make the boo-boos go away!”
Jazz nodded. “Oh, well, that was very kind of you. Unfortunately, it didn't do much to heal my ‘boo-boos.’ Still stings a little. But if you want…”
Teasingly, Jazz batted her eyes. “I could sit on your face!”
Stella swallowed. “Hmm… I'll think about that. Thank you again, Jazz, for another perfect night. Here is your check. I expect to see you at the same time next month.”
“Oooh, sorry, your majesty. I can’t make it.”
Stella narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms. “And why is that?”
Then, Stella’s arms slipped, and her boobs popped out. Suddenly remembering she was naked, Stella covered her chest, and blushed.
Nervously, Jazz scratched the back of her head. “Well, you see, next month is my birthday.”
Stella raised an eyebrow: “You celebrate birthdays? How odd. If you don't mind me asking, how old are you going to be?”
Jazz smirked. “Oh, a lady never reveals her age!”
Stella’s eyes glowed red with hellfire.
Jazz stammered, “T-twenty-four! I'm gonna be twenty-four, your majesty!”
Stella sighed, her eyes strangely sad. “Oh? I see. Well, happy early birthday, I guess.”
Completely oblivious, Jazz beamed. “Aww, why thank you. You’re too kind!”
Then, Jazz gasped. “Phew! I’m parched. Hang on, I’ll get us a glass of water.”
Jazz got up and poured out two frosty glasses of ice water at the counter. Then she handed Stella a glass and chugged her own in one big gulp. Stella almost choked at the sight.
Jazz smacked her lips. “Wow, that is some good monohydrogen dioxide!”
Stella shot cold water out of her beak, then dabbed at her lips with a napkin. “Of course, you peasants are probably used to drinking water from the drain.”
“Nah, we get it from the tap.”
Stella sniffed, then took a dainty sip. “Well, as for us royalty, we have imported from the world above.”
Jazz glanced at her bottom as she poured herself a second glass. “Well, I need this to cool off, especially after all the mad hot spankings I’ve been getting these days.”
Then Jazz chugged the second glass.
Stella shook her head. “Indeed. Your hindquarters were already bright red when you arrived today. Who else has been spanking you recently?”
Jazz started to count on her fingers. Well, you already know about Mrs. Susan. Then there was Mrs. Lin, Martha and Mrs. Mayberry, Mizz Fish-Karen, and her bratty twin kids—though I hear they’re doing much better at school now that their mom’s finally started spanking them—then I had that run-in with Carmella Carmine–”
Stella blinked. “The Carmella Carmine? The overlord who controls the black market firearms industry?”
“Yup. Though if you ask me, her hands are all the deadly weapons she’ll ever need. Then there was that suspiciously sexy animatronic chicken, and some Karen named Stella I bumped into.”
“You mean the Fish-karen?”
“Oh, no, different Karen. Mrs. Fish-karen’s last name was half Karen. This other Karen was named Stella… Gee, I wonder if they are related?”
“I must say, Jazz, your ass is quite popular. I know overlords who don’t get that much action. Do they all pay as handsomely as I do, to spank you?”
Jazz pouted, and rubbed her bottom. “Oh, I wish. I didn’t exactly volunteer for any of those spankings. To be honest, I wish my ass was a little less popular. It’s as though it’s a magnet for spankings!”
Stella’s hand touched Jazz’s, before she started rubbing the same spot. “I’ll say it is!”
After an hour of gentle cuddling, Jazz yawned. “Mmm… I'm feeling sleepy. I think it's nap time.”
Stella shook her head. “Not quite yet.”
Jazz stiffened, wondering if Stella was planning to spank her more. “Whoa, whoa! Hold on, your majesty, I know you want to take another crack at my booty, but I'm really…” Jazz glanced at her radiant, red backside. “...tired. Can’t my spanking wait until tomorrow morning? Please, oh please–”
Stella screeched, her feathers standing on end. “Silence!”
Jazz froze. Then, Stella stroked her ruffled feathers. “Quite the contrary. I'm not going to give you a spanking. But I do want to give you something, Jazz.”
“W-what? But you already gave me the check.”
Stella waved a feathered hand. “No, not that. Since your birthday is coming, I think you deserve a little… birthday present.”
Jazz blinked. "A… a gift? Really? What could it be?”
“It’s gonna be a birthday spanking,” thought Jazz.
Jazz sighed. Well, a little birthday spanking could be fun, after all. “Wow... you really shouldn't have.”
Grabbing Stella’s hand, Jazz dragged her toward the bed and forced her to sit down. Then, Jazz lay over Stella’s lap. “Just get on with it!”
Stella stared at Jazz’s upturned rear. “What are you doing?”
Jazz glanced behind her, with a confused expression. “Um… my gift is a birthday spanking. That's what you're gonna give me, right?”
Acting on muscle memory, Stella squeezed both of Jazz’s butt cheeks, patting them playfully, before remembering herself. “No… no spanking. In fact, no more punishments of any sort for you today. For all your hard work, I think you’ve earned a little reward.”
Stella picked up Jazz and stood her right in front of her. “Now, as for your gift, you may have one royal request. Anything you want! It could be a ‘favor,’ a little extra money on your next paycheck, an all-expenses paid vacation, or even…” Stella batted her thick, secretary-bird eyelashes. “...my body.”
Then, Stella shivered, looking annoyed. “But no sex, and no kissing on the lips, do you understand? And if you tell a single soul about this, I'll have you executed. Do I make myself clear?”
Jazz played with her lip. “Anything I want?”
Stella frowned. “Just this once. So, what shall it be?”
Jazz couldn't believe her luck. But the tricky question was, what should she ask for?
Looking at Stella's breasts, Jaz licked her lips.
“Ooooh, Mama, I can finally suck on those tits!” she thought. “Mmm, I wonder if bird breasts have milk?”
Stella stiffened as she saw Jazz approaching her, and swallowed a lump in her throat, but she also didn’t cover her breasts to shield them from Jazz.
Slowly, Jazz lowered her head towards Stella’s bosom. But before she could test her theory, Jazz’s Shoulder-Devil and Shoulder-Angel popped into existence on either side of her. Jazz sighed, and spoke out loud. “Oh, hey guys. Do you mind? I’m about to have a midnight snack.”
Shoulder-Devil Jazz was filing her long, pointy nails. “Yeah, yeah! Those look great and all, but is that really what you want?”
Jazz gestured at Stella’s breasts. “What do you mean?”
Shoulder-Angel Jazz cleared her throat. “I believe what she is trying to say is… There is another thing you could ask her!”
Jazz waved her hands at her shoulder-angel, gradually getting more animated “And that is?”
Shoulder-Devil Jazz made a slapping gesture. “Spank her!”
“Wh-what? Are you insane?”
As Jazz continued to argue, Stella watched in stunned silence, unable to see nor hear who Jazz was talking to.
Then, the shoulder-devil started slapping her own ass. “You heard me, sexy! Spank that bitch! Come on, I know you wanna. Remember the first time she spanked you? Your ass was purple for two weeks. It's time for payback! And plus, you’ve been getting spanked so much recently, by all sorts of people. You must be under a lot of stress, Jazz. Give in to your anger! Let the hate flow through you!”
Shoulder-Angel Jazz slammed her fist into her open palm. “I agree! Stella has probably never gotten a spanking in her entire life! No wonder she is so spoiled! That girl needs good, hard spanking! A spanking she'll never freakin’ forget!”
Then, Shoulder-Angel Jazz seemed to remember herself, and fixed her posture. “You know, for her own good, and stuff.”
Shoulder-Devil Jazz paused in the middle of spanking herself. Then she poofed, and reappeared on Jazz’s older shoulder, pulling the Shoulder-Angel into a tight hug, and slapped her ass. “Damn, that was hot, Shoulder-Angel Jazz. But next time, try using more dirty words. Just call Stella an effing bitch. You know you want to.”
Struggling weakly, the shoulder-angel blushed. “N-no, I don’t want to use naughty words! I won’t let you corrupt me, you fiend!”
Casually, Shoulder-Devil Jazz lifted the angel’s skirt, and petted her bottom gently. “Suit yourself. But you know the rule. What do you get for using any PG-variant on the F-word?”
Shoulder-Angel Jazz’s eyes popped open. “Oh, fudge… Please, don’t make me say it!”
Shoulder-Angel Jazz shook her head, and popped the angel a good one. “None of that! Spit it out.”
Hanging her head, Shoulder-Angel Jazz reached behind her back and lowered her own heavenly white panties. “For using those kinds of naughty words… I get spankies, right on my bare bummy.”
Licking her lips, Shoulder-Devil Jazz gave the angels’ bottom a good squeeze. “That’s exactly right. You heard the angel, Jazz. Give that bitch a good one for me!”
Then, they both disappeared in a poof of smoke.
Stella snapped her fingers in front of Jazz’s face. “Helllooooo, can you hear me?”
Jazz blinked. “Wuh-what? Oh, sorry. I dozed off.”
Stella looked annoyed. “Do try to pay attention. Have you thought about what you want for your birthday gift?”
Jazz put on her jester hat, then nodded furiously. “Yes, I have. And what I want most… is to spank you!”
Her face turning red, Stella’s ears steamed like a tea kettle, before she screeched so loud, the entire mansion shook, “What? You… want to spank… meeeee? OUTRAAAAGE!”
Outside Stella’s room, two of the servants glanced at each stifling giggles. Next door, Octavia started awake, rubbed her eyes, and sank her face back into her pillow. “Oh, man. What a horrible nightmare. As if my mom would ever let someone spank her…”
Back in Stella’s room, Jazz covered her ears until Stella finished her final roar of fury.
Then, the bird demon stood to her full regal height, her eyes glowing. “I offer you anything your heart desires, and your request is… that?”
Stella took a single step, sending a tremor through the floor. Jazz fell on her backside and crawled backwards until she bumped against the door, her pupils the size of pinpricks.
Stella narrowed her eyes. “Jazz, what are you doing? Is this a prank? Are there hidden cameras in the walls? Do you think this is funny?”
Jazz struggled to catch her breath. “Um… I’m making a birthday request, this isn’t a prank, I have not hidden cameras anywhere but I can neither confirm nor deny whether any have been hidden in the walls, and I’m close to peeing my pants, but more from terror than laughter. Is this—like—a set up for an edgy anti-joke?”
“You can’t spank me, Jazz. You see, I am of the nobility, while you are a humble peasant. Furthermore, I am a pure, one-hundred percent sadistic, dominant, top. People of my station don’t get spankings! We only dish 'em out!”
Jazz held up a finger. “But.. you said I could make any request for my gift, except sex.”
Stella shrieked like a bird of prey. “Reeee!”
Then she glared down at Jazz, her eyes still glowing, and steadied her breathing. “I did say that. And a royal gift cannot be withdrawn, once offered.”
Stella crossed her arms, and pouted. “Fine! You may spank me.”
Jazz’s smile widened, and her voice cracked. “Really?”
Stella shouted. “But… no funny business! If I feel so much as one of your fingers touching my privates, you’re dead. Do you understand?”
“Oh, don't worry, your majesty. I’m going to be too busy with those sweet cheeks!”
With a zip, Jazz quickly sat down on the bed and patted her lap. “Come along, Stella. Don't keep your spanking waiting!”
Unable to move, Stella stared at Jazz’s lap. “No, this can’t be happening to me,” thought Stella, as she began to monologue to herself. “No one has ever spanked me in my entire life! Not my parents, not my big brother, certainly not that coward Stolas. But now it's actually happening? There must be some way out of this!”
Jazz blinked as she overheard Stella’s not-so-private, not-so-silent inner monologing. “Um, Stella, we don’t have to go through with this if you don’t want to. I don’t want to do anything that would make you uncomfortable.”
Then, a stagelight shone on Stella, and she began delivering her lines with the air of a Shakespearean actress performing a soliloquy. “Uncomfortable? Ay, there’s the rub! A spanking is sure to make mine unlucky tail painfully uncomfortable indeed. Oh, alas! Alas for an ass! Yet, on the other hand, this frail, low-born succubus hath no great strength of arm. Let this weakling wallop me to her heart’s content. I probably won’t feel a thing.”
“Um, is this another roleplay? Because if it is, I do not know my lines.”
“Yes, a roleplay! And if all the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players… then I must play my part, and switch my role.”
Stella groaned, her voice returning to normal. “Ugh! So this must be why Andrealphus made me read all those boring old plays! I hate art. It imitates life way too much! All right, Jazz, let’s get this over with.”
With that, the stagelight disappeared. Stella strode forward and lay gracefully across Jazz’s lap. Jazz gasped as she felt the full weight of the larger demon, before her eyes went wide. “Hubba, hubba, what a booty! That’s the most beautiful pair of giant, sexy-ass, bird butt-cheeks I’ve ever seen!”
Stella blushed, but as she tried to get comfortable, she only succeeded in lifting her hips higher. Her buttocks bounced slightly, as if nodding in agreement to accept the compliment.
Then, Jazz rested her tiny hand on it. Stella tensed, her feathers standing on end, before Jazz started rubbing her bottom gently. “Ssshh… Calm down, Stella. It's okay. It's just the two of us. May I give it a massage and… play with it?”
Stella glanced behind her and nodded. “I suppose. But make it a good massage, and… Don’t be too rough.”
Jazz smiled. “Oooh, don’t worry. I'm gonna give this bottom some love.”
Jazz began to rub Stela’s ass, feeling its softness. She put both of her hands on both cheeks and squeezed it, admiring the doughy flesh. “Wow, Stella! Your butt is so squishy and soft…”
Playfully, Jazz spread the buttocks apart, then let them go, watching them bounce back into place, and jiggle from each love pat.
Stella was moaning, making cute owlish noises. “This massage is really nice. I might have to add an ass massage to my next pampering session at the spa.”
Jazz giggled. “Well, Stella, this was fun, but all good things must come to an end. It's time for your spanking now!”
Stella tensed up. “W-what? Nuh..no, keep massaging. No need for spanking!”
Jazz patted her ass. “Now, now, your majesty, this is my birthday gift. So, I say it's time to give you my birthday spanking. Understood?”
Slowly, Stella nodded at Jazz, looking miserable. “Y-ye-yes, I am… ready.”
Jazz wrapped one arm around her victim’s waist, and raised her other hand up in the air. “This is gonna be fun!”
SMACK!
With surprising force and precision, Jazz brought her hand down.
Stella’s eyes shot open, before she reared her head up and let out a yell. “Ow, ow owww! Aah, fuck!”
But before Stella could say anything more coherent, Jazz began to spank her in earnest, cutting her off.
For her part, Jazz was having the time of her life. “Let’s put this ass into shape!”
Jazz thought about all the horribly unfair spanking she’d had to endure recently, not to mention her monthly spanking sessions with Stella. Sure, Jazz enjoyed a good spanking, but as Stella started to kick her legs, Jazz had to admit, a spanking was much more fun to watch from this point of view! “Mmm, keep it up, your majesty! Make this booty bounce for me!”
Jazz started to spank even harder, steadily increasing the pace.
Stella threw her head back and forth. “Ow! Owwie! Aahh—fuck—stop! It fucking hurts! Oh, no… No more… more!”
Jazz smirked. “What's that? You want more? Of course! Here’s more and more spanking, coming right up!”
Stella screeched. “Aaah! No, that's not what I—Ouch!—Ouchie!”
Quickly, Stella covered her ass with her long tail feathers. Jazz clicked her tongue. “No, no. Tail up.”
Stella looked up at Jazz with watery eyes. Her tears had ruined her mascara, staining her feathers with black tear drops. But Stella was still stern-faced, and determined to remain unbroken. “Just give me a god-damn minute to catch my breath.”
Jazz shook her head, and started rubbing Stella’s booty beneath her tail. “Sorry, lady, but I say when it's time to be done, ya know? You want Mommy to give you extras?”
Stella gnashed her teeth. “Nuh… no! Of course, not!”
“Then lift up this tail and show me the booty!”
Stella did as she was told.
Jazz gave Stella a few love taps. “Good girl. Now, for being a bit difficult, Mama's gonna give you ten hard ones, understand?"
Stella’s eyes bulged. “What? No, no please! Please, Mommy–”
Noticing her slip of the tongue, Stella clapped a hand over her own beak. Then Jazz landed the first of the next set of ten smacks. The hardest one yet.
Immediately, Stella started to kick and squirm, her breasts and buttocks wriggling and jiggling freely. Then, Stella began to cry freely, and collapsed, writhing weakly against Jazz’s grip.
“This… this has to be the worst spanking ever! The spanking of my lifetime!” thought Stella.
Then, something clicked in her mind. This wasn’t the first spanking she had ever gotten. And then, the repressed memory flooded back, all at once.
Stella howled, trying to forget, but it was no use.
***
Little Stella was throwing a tantrum. All the assembled imp servants were watching in horror.
An older maid was trying to paint her nails, while an imp man-servant was trying to comb her hair, but Stella kept hitting him over the head with a plastic doll. “Ugh! Would you look at this hideous thing? It’s not the right dolly at all! Stupid servants! Daddy, tell the slaves to get me the right one!”
Stella kicked her father, before the cardboard cutout resembling her father tipped over. Behind it was a sign. Stella read out the words, in a slow, faltering voice. “Mwa, ha ha! I’m an absentee father! I refuse to take responsibility for my own family! Take that, Stella!”
Then, Stella kicked the sign over. “Grr! How can I tell my daddy I hate him if he’s never around?”
As Stella flailed, her hair caught on the servant’s hairbrush. “Ack! Watch what you’re doing, peon!”
The man-servant chuckled, failing to disguise his nerves. “Please sit still, my lady. You could pull a tuft of feathers out if you struggle.”
Stella threw the plastic doll at the nearest maid, but she ducked. The doll flew threw the air, bounced off the wall, and landed on the man-servant’s head. Stella pouted. “Where is my new dolly! The not ugly one?”
The maid straightened herself, fixed her apron, and shook her head. For an imp, she was surprisingly tall, and had neat black hair. “It’s expected to arrive in a week.”
“I have to wait a week? Damn imps! Can’t you do anything right? … Hey! Watch the hair or you're out on the streets"
The man-servant’s face faded to pale white. “I'm sorry, my lady!”
Stella squealed. “Don’t be sorry! Be better!”
But as she pointed at the butler, she pulled her hand away from the old maid. The maid’s hand slipped, tracing a long line of nail polish along Stella’s sleeve. Stella’s eyes glowed red. “Look what you did, you useless spawn!”
“I… I'm sorry, my lady, it was an accident! Let me fix it and–”
Stella snatched up a cup of tea and smashed it over the old maid’s head. “That's for making a mess!”
Then Stella brushed off the other servants, and stomped toward her room. “Aaargh! I can't take this! I am going to my room, and you’d better have my desserts ready in two minutes, or I'll tell mother to fire you all! I’m going to eat a whole plate of sweet, sticky, Turkish Delight! Hmm… no, scratch that. I want my desserts to be a surprise! But it better be good, or you’re all fired!”
She slammed the bedroom door hard.
The imp man-servant helped the old maid get back on her feet. “Gracious! I thought Andrealphus was a diva, but she's even worse than her brother.”
A younger man-servant waved his hands. “Tell me about it! Ever since that
brat hatched from her egg, it's like the spawn of Satan himself is here!”
As the old maid finished rubbing her head, and found a little blood where the tea cup had hit her, she did a double take. “But how could she be the spawn of Satan? I don’t think Satan has even been dating anyone for centuries.”
The younger man-servant rolled his eyes. “It was a figure of speech.”
The older man-servant sighed. “All Princess Stella does is complain. She’s rude and disrespectful. I had to take a picture of her for the family portrait, but she kept choking the family cat-dog-thing.”
The younger man-servant groaned. “Geez, have her parents ever disciplined her?”
The old maid shook her head. “No, the master and mistress don’t ever discipline their children. I'm this close to quitting. I don’t get paid enough to take this abuse.”
The tall maid crossed her arms. “Well, why can’t one of us discipline Stella, on her parents’ behalf?”
Lightning cracked, and thunder rumbled. All the servants stared at the maid in horror. “Are you mad, Vanessa? Her parents have expressly forbidden us from spanking the children. Didn’t you get that memo?”
The tall maid, who was of course Vanessa, pulled out a contract, and examined it. “There’s nothing about that in my contract.”
The older man-servant pulled out his contracts, and narrowed their eyes. “Huh, that was a key clause in all the old contracts. I guess they forgot to add it to the contracts for new hires after we lowered wages to account for rising inflation.”
The old maid huffed. “So what if it’s not in her contract? It’s not like Princess Stella is going to accept a spanking willingly. She’s out of control!”
The younger imp guy shrugged. “Yeah, plus she’s bigger and stronger than us. If any of us tried anything, she’d freaking kill us.”
The old man wailed. “Abandon all hope, ye who work for a biweekly pay check!”
Vanessa cracked her knuckles. “She’s bigger than most of you, but she’s not bigger than me. Keep a stiff upper lip, you lot, not all hope is lost. I’ll take care of this.”
“Really? But how?”
“Never you mind. But trust me, by the time I’m through with her, Stella will be a thoroughly sorry young lady. For now, let’s get this cut patched up. I’ll bring young mistress Stella her dinner.”
“But… Stella always insists on eating her desserts first.”
Vanessa smiled. “I know.”
***
The game had begun. Stella’s parents were away. Young master Andrealphus was staying with his school friends. There was no one who could possibly intervene.
All the servants watched Vanessa with keen interest as she approached Stella’s room, balancing two covered silver trays on one arm. Vanessa knocked.
Stella barked. “Ugh! Just open the door!”
The moment Vanessa opened the door, a bug-eyed, black animal that could have been either the world’s ugliest cat or the world’s ugliest dog bolted from the room.
Stella dove to catch the animal, but it escaped her grasp. “Ack! Look what you did now, he’s escaped! Agh, stupid imp, what were you thinking? Opening the door, honestly!”
Vanessa kept her composure, and set down the trays.
Stella licked her lips. “Finally, I'm starving. I can’t wait to see what sort of sweet, sweet desserts you’ve cooked up for—”
Vanessa lifted the tin, revealing grilled chicken, mashed potatoes, and a heaping serving of broccoli.
Stella’s mouth hung open. “What the hell is this?”
“It’s dinner, my lady.”
“I know that. I'm not stupid. What I mean is, why did you bring me this? I demand sweets!”
Vanessa shook her head. “You requested a surprise dessert, my lady. But first you need to eat proper food, before you get dessert, or else you'll spoil your dinner.”
Stella stood to her full height, which was almost at eye-level with the imp maid. The royal Goetia demons usually towered over any imp, but Stella was still little more than a fledgeling. “I don't care! It’s not what I asked for! My parents may have hired you, but you serve me. Therefore, I am your boss. You will do exactly as I say, understand?”
Vanessa placed the trays on the dresser, and turned to face Princess Stella. “If I may, I’m afraid that’s not quite correct, Princess Stella. We are expected to serve you. But while your family is away, we are also required to look after you, in their stead. That means I have to treat you with the love and consideration that I would show to my own daughter. And if you were my daughter, I’d say you ought to be ashamed of yourself, behaving the way you did today. You should apologize to the maid you hit, and apologize to all the others as well for how you’ve been acting out.”
Stella squared up with the maid. “The fuck did you say to me?”
Vanessa narrowed her eyes. “Language, my lady.”
“Like hell I will! You are here to serve me. You are my toys, you’re… you’re nothing! I can have you all fired, and ask Daddy to give me new servants, starting with you–” Stella jabbed her finger into the maid’s chest. “But I might forgive you, if you give me my sweets, and beg for mercy! How about that?”
Vanessa sighed. “I thought it might come to this. I don’t believe you really want to be a bad girl, Stella, but you most certainly are spoiled. And you have brought this on yourself…”
Then, Vanessa easily scooped up Stella, sat down on the bed, and lay the young royal demon over her lap. Of course, birds are surprisingly light weight, thanks to their hollow bone structure.
Stella was shocked. “What the fuck are you doing? Stop this at once!”
Vanessa wrapped an arm around Stella’s waist, and patted the seat of her frilly skirt. “You have been a very naughty, bratty little goetia girl. It’s long past time for you to be disciplined.”
Digging her nails into the mattress in front of her, Stella kicked her legs behind her. “Ah! Stop this, you pervert! Stop this at once, or so help me, I'll scream! I'll bite! I'll–”
Smack, Smack!
Vanessa smacked Stella’s bottom twice in quick succession.
Stella’s eyes shot open. “YEEOW!”
Vanessa began to spank at a steady pace, with a precision and grace that suggested she had spent years practicing the skill.
Stella strained to break free, but found she was held fast. “Ow, ow—Fuck!—Oh, fuck, stop it! It hurts like hell!”
Vanessa shook her head, and flipped up Stella’s skirt. “We’ve only just started. Be quiet, or else I'm going to spank you bare-bottomed!”
Stella started pummeling the maid’s leg. “Aaah!—Owie—You stupid fucking bitch! I hate you, I hate–”
Smack, smack, smack, smack!
Vanessa spanked harder, raising a small cloud of dust from Stella’s old-fashioned bloomers with each swat. “One more cuss word, and I’ll pull down your undies!”
Stella started to drop another f-bomb, but quickly pinched her own beak shut. “Fffuh—Owie! Oww! Ouch, ouch—Waaaah!”
After what felt like hour after agonizing hour of relentless spanking, Stella finally began to plead. “Please! Please, no! No more! The pain is too much. I can't feel my bottom!”
Vanessa slowed the pace of the spanking slightly, but didn’t stop. “And what are you going to do after I stop?”
Stella cried. “I'll eat my dinner. I'll eat the broccoli. I'll behave, I'll apologize—oww, oowieee—I'm sorry! I'm sorry for being bad! I'll be a good girl! Please stop!”
Vanessa paused, and looked Stella in the eye. “Very well, my lady. I believe you. But if you;re lying, you’re gonna take another trip over my lap. Understand?”
Stella nodded furiously. “Yes, yes! I understand. No more, ma’am!”
“Good!” Vanessa picked Stella up and sat her down on her lap.
Stella tried rubbing her butt with one hand, before Vanessa surprised her with a hug.
Stella didn’t remember much of what was said after that. But she remembered eating her dinner, apologizing to the serving staff, and how she was allowed to eat a little dessert before she went sent to bed.
She never told her parents or her brother what that Vanessa did. For one thing, she was terrified of being spanked for tattling.
And anytime Stella was left in the care of the servants, she knew that Vanessa would be there, ready to spank her anytime she misbehaved. And with a pang of humiliation, Stella remembered that Vanessa had spanked her plenty of times, well into Stella’s teenage years, right up until the day before her arranged marriage to Stolas. Vanessa had patted her on the head. “Remember, Stella, be kind to your husband. You’re in the same boat together.”
Vanessa had retired shortly after the wedding, and without a stern, guiding hand, Stella had fallen back into her old habits.
But as she felt Jazz spanking her, all Stella could think about was how, if Vanessa was here, she’d be the one giving her this spanking now.
***
Tears dripped freely down Stella’s face as she started to beg. "Waaaugh! Aaauuooo! No! I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Please, stop, ma’am! I'll be good! I’ll stop making fun of Stolas! I'll be nice to everyone, I swear!”
Jazz raised an eyebrow. “Uh oh, I think I went too far?” she thought.
Gently, Jazz stroked Stella’s back. “Oh… okay. I believe you, young lady. Your punishment’s all done.”
Stella tried to get up, but her legs were wobbly. As Jazz tried to held her stand, Stella pulled Jazz into a tight hug. Jazz gasped as her face was pressed between Stella’s smooth breasts.
Jazz stiffened as she noticed Stella was ugly crying above her. Slowly, Jazz raised her hand to pat the head of the towering demon. “Oh my… Ssshhh, there there. It's over sweetie, all over. I'm sorry for spanking you so hard.”
Stella nuzzled Jazz’s hand, and sniffed. “God, it fucking burns!”
Jazz looked up, her chin tucked tight into Stella’s cleavage. “No worries, I got a weird trick for that. Lie down for me. I'll make it feel better."
With a whimper, Stella did as she was told. Jazz examined Stella’s dark-red booty, and whistled. “Phew! I went a bit overboard. But not to worry, this royal ass is gonna be fixed in a jiffy!”
Then, Jazz planted a big kiss on each of Stella’s butt cheeks. Stella tensed up, but quickly relaxed. “Is… this supposed to help with the pain, somehow?”
Jazz pulled her lips away from Stella’s butt with a soft pop. “Well, yeah. It always works for me when Ruby kisses my ass.”
Stella groaned. “Then so be it. Continue.”
Jazz continued to smooch Stella’s butt, covering it in a pattern of lipstick marks. Stella cooed as she felt them. “Mmm… Ooh, yesss… Please, more!”
Jazz grinned “Don't have to tell me twice!”
Jazz buried her face between Stella’s buttocks, and planted a great, big kiss on Stella’s ass. Stella stiffened, wondering if Jazz was going to violate her boundaries. But Jazz finished the kiss, and patted Stella’s behind. “All done. Feel better?”
Stella sighed with relief, then rubbed her behind. “You know, it actually does? A little. Thank you, Jazz, but… Oooh, fuck! That hurt so bad.”
“I know. I'm sorry. Please forgive me. I went overboard.”
Stella shook her head. “There’s no need to apologize, Jazz. You had every right to spank me.”
Jazz blinked. “Wait, really?”
“Of course. It was your royal request. I would have been offended if you hadn’t taken full advantage of it. Though to be honest… I think I was sorely in need of it, too. Next time you visit, you may spank me, if you wish…However!” Stella reared back her head and roared the last word, sending tremors through the room. “You may only spank me if I agree to accept it. Understood?”
Jazz nodded.
Stella sniffed. Then she glanced at her armpit, and smelled it, before gagging. “Aghk! What is this smell?”
“You mean B.O.? That’s normal. We’ve been sweating all day. I probably stink like a hell-hog by now.”
“I can’t go to bed like this.” Stella rang the servant bell.
Two of the imps poked their heads in, their knees knocking.
“Servants! Prepare a bath for me and my guest at once.”
“Yes, m’lady.”
Jazz cockd her head. “A bath? We’re bathing… together?”
Stella jabbed a finger at Jazz. “No funny business!”
After a long bath, both of them emerged from the tub, looking clean as a whistle.
The servants glanced at Stella’s ass, but they carefully pretended not to notice.
Back in bed, Jazz yawned. “Boy, I'm sleepy.”
Stella lay down, and stretched her arms, showing off her breasts. “Come, lay with me.”
Jazz’s eyes boggled, then she dove into the air and landed face-first between Stella’s boobs.
Stella gasped, then reached around to caress Jazz’s backside. “Well, you get my boobs, I get your booty. A fair deal I must say.”
Jazz’s eyelids drooped as she tried to kiss Stella’s tits. “Mmm… Boobs… milky… milkszzz…”
Then, Jazz yawned, and latched onto one of Stella’s boob, and fell asleep, suckling on her teat like a babe. Stella’s face burned red. “Hey! Cut that out!”
But Jazz was dead asleep.
Stella glared at Jazz, then settled her head back down. “Hmmm… I suppose I will allow this.”
As Stella used both her hand to get a good handle on Jazz’s buttocks, she glanced up, and saw a blue, ghostly figure floating above them. An imp maid?
“Vanessa?”
Smiling, the ghostly image bowed her head, then floated away. Stella blinked twice, and Vanessa was gone. “It was… just a trick of the mind.”
Stella glanced down at Jazz, who was still latched onto her tit. “Enjoy your midnight snack, Jazz. Because you're going to need lots of energy for what I’m gonna do to you tomorrow morning!”
Smiling malevolently, Stella fell asleep.
[The End]
