Dark Elven Justicar 2

(I am still active, but moving to a new home and illnesses had done a number on me, 30+ story drafts are waiting. This story is inspired by the ERPG Justicar by Shirabaru like the predecessor)

"A glorious new day has arisen, and there are butts to spank!"

This line of thought went through A'dalet's mind as she cutely yawned, her almost childlike face stretching as her tiny dark elven mouth opened: she was quite petite and her features were the cutest of the monstergirls in Dunia. Despite her tyrannical demeanor in public, an agent of her queen and justice dispenser to the vassal humans above, one could easily mistake this petite, adorable dark elf for a loving, surface-loving Svartalf that came to the surface to go native... On the contrary.

She was a tiny "drow", a deep dark elf wearing high heels and shoes with reinforced soles to make her look taller, always looking down from a higher position when working to make the accused look small. Her vocation was ideal for her inferiority complex, disciplining bigger humans through charm and intimidation alone, and spanking and paddling and whipping human buttocks that always looked better than hers. It was just like what a Zhong mamono, a Bai Ze monstergirl said, "Choose a job you love, and you will never have to work a day in your life."

She was clad in her puffy, pink pajamas, ears snug in cotton ear socks designed for elves, and tiny, delicate dark elven feet wearing pink and white socks. She stood up from her bed and put her pink bunny slippers on. Humming happily as she washed her face, paying attention behind her big, black elven ears, she changed into her black-and-gold uniform, wearing her high-heeled, pumped-up boots, before looking at the mirror and wearing a harsh, authoritarian expression.

"Time for breakfast."

Her heels clicking on the floor, she set a determined gait, descending the stairs for her breakfast, courtesy of the queen's subsidized lodging in the human inn. The patrons, most of them human, made way for her, too scared to offend the little dark elf shuffling to her favorite booth.

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Watching A'dalet eat belied her predatory nature: the only sign that she enjoyed her food was the way her big, black elven ears cutely wiggled and her happy sighs. She ate daintily, almost like a princess, and nibbled sparingly, slowly consuming the eggs and bacon on her plate before standing up and heading for the Hall of Justice for Wayward Girls. People avoided staring at her eyes, though A'dalet was stunningly beautiful, her angular, tiny face scanning the room for any "uppity" looks and comments. Not that she'd convict them on "disrespect", it was a part of the game to keep the humans cowed: she was part of the overlord, they were the servant race to her queendom below the earth, tithing a small population of human youths to be given as slaves (albeit decently treated unlike the former ages) every year.

It was shocking to an observer that a tiny, adorable drow could be a strict justicar for the vassal human duchy above. Best discipline the humans so they supply better tribute for her glorious race residing under the earth, lest they give their young progeny for slavery to make up for the difference.

*-*-*-*

"It's quiet."

She did not enjoy the quiet walk towards the Hall of Justice, where young women across the duchy avoided her, but everything was dead silent today. The humans knew not to cross A'dalet, lest their buttocks be red for days.

Pushing open the heavy doors, A'dalet stepped inside the dimly lit hallway. The air was thick with tension, and she could feel the weight of her authority pressing down on her shoulders. Her purple eyes scanned the empty chambers, searching for any signs of movement. The sound of her clicking, heeled footsteps echoed through the corridors, breaking the silence.

"Where is everyone?" she muttered to herself, her voice barely above a whisper. The lack of her human workers was unsettling, and she couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. Determined to uncover the truth, Zara pressed forward, her cloak flowing behind her.

As she made her way through the hallways, A'dalet's pointed ears caught a faint sound of snoring coming from one of the side rooms. Curiosity piqued, she followed the noise until she reached a partially open door. Peering inside, her eyes widened at the scene before her.

Her guard, Kira, was asleep, snoring happily, sprawled on the bed, naked and hugging a large bottle of wine.

Her hair was a mess, washed, suggesting she had been dating the other drow guard girl who arrived last month. The girl herself was gone: obviously, she thought Kira would be up and awake and left for her home. Kira herself was oblivious, snoring and muttering to herself.

A'dalet's tiny nostrils flared. Kira was a statuesque, tall, and muscular blonde girl, beautiful even by dark elven standards. Tomboys like her would make ideal slaves for work, A'dalet noted, her race loved enslaving human tomboys and giving them their true physical potential with hard work and practical education by the time they earned their freedom.

But this was unacceptable. A'dalet stepped towards Kira's bed, slowly tapping her feet until the naked guardswoman stirred, groggily muttering to herself.

Then, within moments, her eyes snapped open, whimpering when she realized A'dalet was towering above her, tapping her boots.

Her blood froze when she heard the drow's squeaky voice.

"Enjoying yourself?"

In terror, Kira scrambled to a sitting position, trying to cover herself with the blankets before A'dalet slapped the bottle away, and pulled the blanket as well, leaving Kira naked with no way to cover herself.

"It's half an hour to the hearings and you have fallen asleep!" A'dalet squealed, slamming her boot to the foot of the bed. "Lazy human!" She gritted her teeth and to Kira's shock, pulled her by the ear like a child, even though A'dalet was almost half her size.

"I'M SORRY!" Kira wailed as her ear burned, pulled by surprisingly tiny hands.

Without another word, A'dalet positioned Kira over her knee, her firm hand resting on the small of Kira's back, holding her in place. The guardswoman's bottom was exposed, her shaven pussy glistening with excitement from the last night's fun no doubt. The Justicar's touch was electrifying, sending shivers down Kira's spine as anticipation mingled with a tinge of fear.

"You know what I am going to do, do you?" The tiny drow jumped over the lazy human, keeping her pinned down by her arms, and pushed her to a bent-over position, raising her ass.

"Well...?" She pinched a nipple, making Kira yelp.

"Yes... Ma'am..."

"And that is?" A'dalet grinned.

"You will punish me..."

"Good."

With measured precision, A'dalet raised her hand, the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoing through the room as her palm connected with Kira's bare skin with a forceful, hard spank. The impact sent a jolt of pleasure and pain coursing through Kira's body, igniting a fire within her that she had never experienced before. Each strike was calculated, each one intensifying Kira's desire and awakening a craving for more. But she couldn't say it.

"You*smack*lazy*smack*ass*smack*human!" A'dalet started to slap the huge guardswoman's burly, round ass as if she was the smaller one, landing blow after blow harshly, without mercy. Kira screamed and wailed: she never thought A'dalet would hurt that badly.

The Justicar's hand fell again and again, turning Kira's bottom a rosy shade of pink, each blow hurting more. The guardswoman's moans filled the room, a symphony of pleasure and submission that only fueled A'dalet's hunger. She reveled in the power she held over Kira, in the way the guardswoman's body quivered with each strike, in the way her moans grew louder and more desperate with each passing moment.

"We feed you...*smack* We shelter you... *smack* and THAT's how you repay the Queen's employment?" She kept spanking Kira, not like a child anymore, but like a petulant slave, quickly and harshly as the big human woman's legs flailed like a little girl, and ended up sobbing in pain. Every harsh blow on the toned, hard asscheeks cracked like a whip, audible from the outside adding to Kira's humiliation.

After several minutes of slapping her bottom, A'dalet's nostrils flared again, exhaling as she let Kira roll off the bed.

"Get dressed and present for court! If I catch you again, you'll be standing BOTTOMLESS IN COURT ALL DAY!" A'dalet yelled, slapping Kira's jiggling ass for the last time before storming off.

The guardswoman was panting in excitement and horror, to be forced to walk and escort criminals with her ass and pussy in full public view. She would die from shame! Still...

It had felt...

Pleasurable...

She hated to admit it: it made her feel good as if she WANTED to be punished, dominated, and guided by a superior drow.

Was it true what the drow said about humans? That they were only good to be slaves under proper guidance, so they don't turn into undisciplined barbarians?

No matter. Time to dress up. And God, the clothing was going to sting her bottom.

*-*-*-*

"Well, at least someone is working..."

A'dalet saw Chloe's paperwork and it was damn perfect.

"Thanks, ma'am." Chloe beamed with pride, having braided her hair for today, her big, round glasses on her small face enhancing her adorable beauty. A type like that would be a slave back in the dark elven towns worth her weight in gold, cute, "nerdy" assistants, clerk slaves, and magical apprentices were expensive. "What do you mean someone?" She politely asked, blinking.

"Kira was slacking off and sleeping. I had to spank her so raw her ass will be burning for days..." A'dalet rubbed her hands. She hated to admit, the human girl's ass took punishment well enough. Next time she would use a paddle. Maybe a whip, suspending her by the arms and landing wet blow after another on her muscular body.

Hopefully not... She was somewhat fond of Kira, and she had a drow girlfriend. Relations like that helped the vassalage. Chloe herself had been working hard, and that pleased A'dalet. Sitting next to her, the dark-elven "Justicar" paged through the papers, inspecting the documents for errors, her beautiful almond eyes squinting as she scanned every detail. Chloe's blue jewels for eyes widened in fear when she heard a very soft, very gentle, polite question, her asscheeks clenching.

"Chloe, dear?"

"Y-y-yes Justicar?" She stammered, hands beginnning to shake. A'dalet smiled sweetly when she put a hand on the girl's shoulder. Her voice was all sweetness incarnate when the dark elf posed her question:

"Why are the names and dates on two pages different? Here, I read Anna, and the second page has Annabelle and is dated for last week?" A'dalet loved toying with her underlings, using her politest, sweetest voice when she caught the humans in mistakes.

Chloe's heart sank, and with shaking hands, she snatched the papers and scanned through them desperately.

"I-i-i-i..." Chloe started to whimper, knowing what was coming next. "I must have confused both names when the cases were piling up! I'll just fix them in a moment! I'm sorry! Annabelle's case was..."

"You know what's coming next, do you, Chloe?" A'dalet's smile was sweet as poisonous black lotus nectar. Her lips quivering, the poor blonde clerk nodded, the dark elf reclining on her chair and gesturing to an empty one.

"Take off your bottom, your underwear, and assume position." The dark little elf bitch's voice was all sweetness and joy. "Think of this as a gentle reminder. You are a hardworking girl, but rules are rules, Chloe. Five blows it is." Her words were punctuated by the click of her heels, long, dark elven ears wiggling when she stood up and slowly picked up a leather paddle, her purple-black, delicate hands squeezing the hard, crisp leather with a soft creak. Shivering, Chloe looked around, realizing this was happening, and with a sad expression, removed her long skirt, revealing her bare legs and underwear. A'dalet grinned: the girl had bought a black thong from dark elven merchants, maybe to show off to a date. Too bad her bottom would be red tonight. Maybe it would add spice to her day.

Hooking her thumbs on the garment, Chloe blushed as she pulled down her underwear, and bent over the chair, shaking hands holding the chair's sides. Her pussy had been shaven clean, her little pink anus twitching in anxiety when she presented her bare bottom to A'dalet for punishment. She closed her eyes, eager to be done with, hearing the dark elf's slow walk behind her.

Without warning, a swish and crack made Chloe's eyes snap open, yelping in pain. A'dalet had struck not her asscheeks, but with a skilled swing of her small but strong arms, landed a blow right on Chloe's pussy with the paddle's wide end slapping both nether lips with great skill.

"One! Thank you miss!" Chloe whimpered, A'dalet's smile broad and pleased. She knew her place.

Another blow landed on her left asscheek, jiggling it.

"Two! Thank you miss!" Chloe's voice was squeaky, her poor bottom in burning agony. Another blow on her soft, plush right cheek made her voice crack a little.

"T-thrr.. eee..."

Another blow, with a wide swing, made both her asscheeks crack in rapid succession. Grinning, A'dalet raised her arm and landed a very strong blow from above, striking the shivering human's buttocks with two rapid blows on each cheek, eager to be done with.

"F-f-four and five-eeeeEE~!" Chloe nearly collapsed, whimpering, her bottom stinging red, A'dalet grinned when she realized the girl's pussy was dripping wet, then hid her smile.

"Rearrange your dress and get back to work." The dark elf smirked and turned around. "Another mistake like that, and we are doing this in the public square, with you fully naked with your name and picture shown to the whole town!" The dark elf chuckled, Chloe, whimpering and protesting weakly.

"I'd die from shame! No! Please!" The human girl wept, rubbing her bottom, the dark elf having none of it, kissing her teary cheek and rearranging her messy blonde braids with her deft hands.

"Then be more careful next time. This is for your own good, Chloe." A'dalet consoled the girl, helping her dress up. "Humans need discipline, and I'm here for you." She hugged Chloe, wiping her tears and helping her freshen up. "Now, if you -want- spankings, you can visit me or any other dark elf when you are free. But this is different, understood?"

The blonde girl nodded, her big glasses teary, A'dalet wiping them gently and setting them back on. Sighing, she kissed Chloe's cheek and helped her dress and freshen up:

"Let's leave this behind now," The dark elf suggested, and stood up. "Strike that case off, and accompany me to the Hall of Judgement with the rest of the files."

Chloe nodded, wiping her tears, holding her now stinging bottom until the pain faded, and with nothing else to do, she followed the dark elf a head shorter than her like a pet, walking gracefully behind A'dalet as the pair climbed the oak stairs to stand above those about to be brought in for crimes.

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"Guard, bring in the accused!" A'dalet slammed her staff to the floor and yelled in her squeaky voice. Kira brought the handcuffed woman slowly to the stand, herself flinching as she moved with the sad-looking girl in her arm. The dark elf's tiny hand had stung her ass, and Kira hated being this weak.

"You were caught stealing a very expensive set of lingerie from Azara's Harpy Couture. What will you say in your defense?" A'dalet intoned ominously, her lips curling in distaste.

The girl just shook her head. Even an apology would make A'dalet reduce the sentence, even apply it gently. Yet she hated hesitation.

"Fine. Twenty paddling on the bare bottom it is. Next!"

Chloe didn't even suggest any modification. A'dalet was not having a good time and probably rose from the wrong side of the bed today.

*-*-*-*

"Guilty of tampering with school grades. Thirty blows with the birch rod!"

"Thirty... oh no..."

The sighing, weeping sorcery student was led away, hands cuffed behind her back with anti-magic bands. A'dalet would personally enjoy punishing that one: the human girl's fat ass was quite large, straining her robes, and her fat tits were like that of a Holstaurus and defied gravity. The dark elf's small frame was brimming with jealousy.

A'dalet almost felt pity for the humans.

Almost.

Humans.

The drow loved humans: they supplied the only breedable males in the world for two centuries, but they were also weak compared to monstergirls in one-on-one physical struggles: they made ideal slaves, once broken in, they worked hard and disciplined, docile and content in exhibitionist, naked servitude. Their women were pretty too, passable compared to crude orcish slave women only fit for hard work in chains. Their soft bodies even made good living furniture for private events, most docile ones made wonderful, expensive, sexy chandeliers with lights stuck in their holes and tied to their bodies.

But their children were such undisciplined brats. And monstergirls that lived with them were becoming like them too. Stealing panties from each other, changing grades -even the most chaotic dark elf would *never* cheat in a meritocratic system- and now some were fighting and disrespecting their parents and (gasp) drow guards ruling over them.

Usually, the dark elves would simply clap them in chains and enslave them. But this duchy was a vassal and they already paid tribute, so A'dalet would treat them as drow citizens, punishing them with pain and humiliation.

"Guilty of theft of an apple. Ten paddles!" She slammed her staff.

Judgment after Judgment landed on poor, quivering human youth, some of them male, wayward brats: their manhood and pride would be humbled once A'dalet had their way with their bottoms. The horny, excited, bored youth would imagine being spanked by a dark elf, a girl, would be a reward. They would find out that it was not to be so.

"Assemble the guilty in the Hall of Punishment," A'dalet spoke to Chloe without looking, the blonde cutie in her long, blue skirt shaking with fear and excitement. "From now on, select students from the duchy's academies will be present in a mirrored room to witness what will happen to them if they stray out of line!" Her voice was proud, arrogant, and dripped with sweet poison nectar, A'dalet smiled wickedly. "One-way mirror, so our condemned will get a tiny slice of an illusion of privacy..."

"Yes, Justicar." She nodded, shivering.

Little did A'dalet know this would backfire on some.

Maybe she planned it.

*-*-*-*

Hall of Punishment had been expanded: banks where the shivering, or eager, condemned sat in mute resignation and faced a room separated by a curtain. Some arrogant smiles would turn to horror after their first experience of punishment, even those silently standing behind a one-way mirror.

Behind the curtain, the bottomless, or nude, condemned boys and girls would be bent over the Justicar, sometimes by force: she had two female dark elves flanking her, clad in an uncharacteristically conservative set of steel armor, to show that the usual dark elven lewd mindset was not at work here.

The purpose of this place was punishment, no reward for submissive human youth.

Those arrogant rich pricks, privileged sons and daughters, thought they would see a sexy spanking show, seated and overseen by a surly dark elven guardswoman brought from the underworld. However, the dark elf watching over them in the secret "voyeur room" was anything but friendly, and she was not even dressed in the stereotypical dark-elven lewd outfit, cradling a very wicked-looking whip in her strong, large hands. The students were very polite after a "Sit down and watch" snarl coming from her purple lips. Her body was fully covered, not even a bit of asscheek was visible from her leather pants under her wicked-looking armor, unlike traditional dark elven "bikini armor" attire which would often leave both cheeks exposed, their plump dark butts snug in a leather bikini.

Beautiful, albeit stern and tall, the dark elf kept a cold stare as she regarded the "secret witnesses" to the punishment session. Some of them were arrogant, and some of them were worried.

They would learn, these dumb, cute humans.

The first condemned of the day, the panty thief, was already sniffling when two drow guards pulled down her skirt, panties, and dress, leaving her naked and shivering before the sour-faced A'dalet pointing to her knee without a word. Yet the naked girl hesitated, covering her groin and breasts, the men in the secret room grumbling.

"I don't have all day, get over my knees, or I will double your punishment," A'dalet grumbled, her dark elven ears pulled back like an angry cat. When the naked, shivering youth hesitated again, one of the dark elven guards pulled the human with a harsh tug of her hair, bending her over the Justicar's knees, and tying her hands behind her back over her loud protests.

"Scream all you like. You brought this on yourself," A'dalet smirked, her guards restraining the human girl's swinging legs and keeping them straight, "Hold the idiot tight, sergeant!" She pursed her lips, took a deep breath, and raised a heavy-looking paddle. The boys amongst the hidden witnesses grinned, the girls whimpered and bit their lips.

When the dark elven justicar slammed her paddle on the soft, pale asscheek with all her might, the "CRACK!' and the wail coming from the poor condemned's lips made everyone in the room jump and shiver. The horny grins on the young men's faces disappeared, their erections the guardswoman had noted with a smirk, wilting in seconds, the tents in their expensive breeches collapsing immediately.

"One!" A'dalet bellowed. "Stay still, nineteen more to go!"

"NINETEEN? NO! PLEASE!" The once-quiet panty thief was hysterical after the first blow, her ass stinging as if on fire.

... WHAM...

The second blow made the thief scream loud enough to wake the dead, and the entire courthouse was startled. Two guards at A'dalet's side held down the thrashing girl with all their might as the justicar waited for the sobs to slow down, and struck again.

... and again. Screams made the girls in the hidden room weep, and even the most horny, arrogant boys present were uneasy. Paddle after paddle, the thief screamed as if she was being skinned alive, her butt red and raw, sliding down A'dalet's knees and collapsing on the floor after the twentieth blow, almost fainting, a sobbing mess on the floor. The cheeky thief had miscalculated: dark elves' punishments were NOT sexy at all if they wanted it.

"Go to the Reflection Room and stand with your hands on your end until the Fifth Hour!" A'dalet curtly commanded her, waiting for her to stand.

"F-f-f-five hours???" The thief wailed and sobbed, stuttering as she held her ass, coughing and weeping.

"Did I stutter?" Came the cold reply from the petite little dark-elven monster. "Go now, or do you want another twenty?" Her lips curled in a snarl.

Crawling like a snail and annoying A'dalet, the girl was finally lifted on her signal and made to stand in a room at the end of the Punishment Chamber, bare naked, hands on her head, facing the wall, and knees shaking.

"Next!"

The entire courthouse was VERY quiet after that. The inhabitants of the hidden room were pale with fear, their guard smiling coldly at them. The dark elf's sharp eye caught one of the witnesses drawn from the rich schools, a petite, bespectacled ginger blushing. She was not afraid, sitting separate from her friends (even boys hugged each other- the amusement of it!), and biting her lips.

Next came the overweight sorcery student, the guards pulling her clothes off, and the girl's wrists were cuffed against magic. Her pointy hat was removed, and her black, long, messy hair came loose, swept to her side, revealing her fat curves, pale white skin, huge breasts, and hairy pussy. This made the boys relax a little, arousal returning to their bodies. The girl did not make a sound, quickly and eagerly lying over an empty chair and presenting her backside, lips trembling. A'dalet was pleased, politely giving her a round, fragrant tree branch to bite down on. At least this human knew her place, she mused.

Taking a very long, hard, and sharp birch rod, A'dalet sauntered over and took her position behind the pale white fat ass the girl represented, glaring at the one-way mirror. Adjusting her strength, she struck with both hands, the birch rod almost cracking at the force. The fat student's ass sported a red, sharp line immediately, the girl only giving a stifled grunt through the gag. Pleased with the display, A'dalet landed blow after another, the fat sorceress grunting, squirming, and sobbing as her pale big butt was beaten raw like the others, even droplets of blood appearing from the sharp beating. That deflated the erections at the other side of the wall rather quickly. After the thirtieth blow, the girl dropped the gag, and started to cry, shakily rising to her knees and wiping her tears.

"Reflection room, face the wall, hands over your head, five hours!" A'dalet curtly told her.

"Y-y-y-yes ma'am..." The apprentice sniffled, helped by a sympathetic dark elven guard with one arm hooked under hers, her butt red from the beating and a few blood drops appearing on pale cheeks.

The hidden witnesses were very silent.

*-*-*-*

"Fifteen!"

The fox-eared, fox-tailed monstergirl sobbed, shaking, the paddle cracking on her pale ass and turning it red. A'dalet huffed, took a drink of water, and pushed the girl to her feet.

"Reflection Room, five hours, go!" Being a monstergirl, the young kitsune was sturdier than a human, but her knees still shook from the battering her poor butt received.

The "wailing and gnashing of teeth" had made the hidden witnesses very quiet for the rest of the day. One by one, hesitant, angry, or resigned girls were stripped naked, bent over knees or chairs, and were spanked, caned, beaten, and paddled with great force coming from a tiny, angry dark elf. One by one, pale butts turned red and sometimes bleeding, and bratty expressions turned to weeping, wailing, agonized faces. Even a few boys were beaten on their asses, the dark elf even landing a stray blow (the sound magically amplified to terrify the hidden witnesses) on the boys' balls, who screamed as if they were being castrated. Eventually, the Reflection Room was full, and the day's punishments were meted out, the small room in the corner echoing with sobs.

"Let this day's punishment be an example to all citizens who don't know how to respect the law," A'dalet glared behind her, staring each witness in the eye before she left the punishment room.

"Tend to the scratches on the condemned, and wipe their butts before releasing them."

The dark-elven woman saluted her as A'dalet left. The guard behind the hidden mirror chuckled before opening the secret door to the terrified inhabitants.

"Maybe you'll be smarter after today's lesson, eh?" She grinned as everyone who was called to witness left in a storm. The bespectacled ginger's dress was stained with pussy juice, and that was worth noting, the dark elf grinned to herself before leaving as well.

After that day, not one of those rich brats ever committed an offense in Jourdefesse.

Ever.

They were the most respectful, polite, and disciplined students. As was the next party of hidden witnesses, carefully selected to appear on days when the most painful punishments were applied, where the condemned was sure to scream her lungs out.

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Part 2: After School, After Work

A'dalet's unorthodox, lewd yet effective punishment had been so effective, the sale of dark elf-crafted corporal punishment equipment was making a killing in the human duchy. What's more, she was receiving offers to "correct" disobedient adult progeny from frustrated parents or buy punishment tools and learn methods from her. "A side gig", as some humans had the idiom prepared.

"You stupid bitch!"

The angry scream, a -wham- sound, and wail reached the poor prodigy's ears. Another blow echoed, followed by an angry tirade:

"FAILED YOUR GEOMETRY CLASS AGAIN! A CLASS FOR FIFTEEN-YEAR OLDS! YOU ARE TWENTY!" The paddle exploded on a likely plush backside, followed by a feminine scream of pain. Poor Lisette's neighbor, the widow Raphaela was paddling her daughter's ass again. Truth be told, her daughter Anahi was every bit a brat, yet the paddling on her tushy with such force, loud enough to be heard across the walls, made Lisette cringe. The second paddling sounded weird. Did Anahi moan in pleasure?!?!?!

Another sound of repeated slaps, faster than the paddling, suggesting a spanking, came from another floor.

"HOW DARE YOU ESCAPE FROM CLASSES WE PAID FOR!" The older lady downstairs screamed at her bratty daughter, "I OUGHT TO SELL YOU TO THE DARK ELF SLAVERS FOR THIS!" Her voice was drowning out the screams of pain and pleas of mercy coming from a younger woman, likely her daughter.

"I'M SORRY! I'M SO SORREEEAAAAAAAOOOOWWWW!"

"DON'T COVER YOUR BUTT!"

Lisette tried to cover her sensitive ears.

The insula next to her had similar wails.

"YOU STOLE FROM YOUR CLASSMATE?!"

Sounds of another pair of feminine asscheeks being paddled filled the poor girl's ear, followed by a painful wail.

"Flunked your classes again!" A harsh cracking sound of a belt and a wail echoed throughout the warm night air of the neighborhood.

"You did WHAT with the apple pie?!?!?!!" A boy wailed as his asscheeks apparently were being struck with something very hard and wide, probably a board. "YOU DEGENERATE BASTARD! MAYBE THE DARK ELF BITCHES SHOULD TAKE YOU AWAY! MONSTERGIRLS WOULD ENJOY HORNY PIGS LIKE YOU!"

Every house had a progeny receiving painful blows on their buttocks, accompanied by wails of agony and pleas of mercy. Lisette wept, biting her lips at the scenery around her, corporeal punishments on youth barely twenty summers old. Her gentle soul was not at peace with this, a calm, sweet, bespectacled girl with the gentlest features, a slightly homely face with a plump nose, innocent, childlike blue eyes gracing a freckled face, and the most lovely pair of lips adorning a beautiful, youthful face crowned by the softest auburn hair nearly braided behind her. She was the best student in Jourdefesse, the most skilled, polite, talented, and kindest girl known to her peers. Twenty-two years old, set to be employed as a teacher for children of nobility, top of her class, she would be one day teaching the children of the duchess perhaps. Her parents were the kindest, most supportive couple ever, never being harsh with her, and always supporting her dreams. She had a dream life compared to the people around her, relatively well-off residence, and boys and girls were spanked and beaten on their buttocks for offenses. Her parents never did these.

She was studying for her Magistra Civitatis, dutifully, chaste, prim, and proper, alone in her own house. Her parents had left to present their credentials to a dark elven merchant, a liaison between Cheldrai and Jourdefesse regarding insentient merchandise(slavery being illegal in the duchy, though individual families could sell their children into indentured work- a surprisingly optimistic fate for extremely poor and intelligent youths-).

She could have gone awry, gone astray, and celebrated with friends in immoral ways. But she wouldn't, her parents trusted her that much. Not a single item in the house was dirty, nothing was out of place. Lisette was not even unsullied, a virgin with no paramour, the perfect daughter until marriage. She left no dirty dishes, not a speck of dirt in the house left to her, and everything at home was kept to perfection. Lisette smoked not a single stick of smoke-leaf, never drank any intoxicants, never overrated, overslept, or underslept.

Yet... The things she had heard from the screams and the sounds of spanked bottoms made her heart beat fast, emotions stirring inside her. Lisette felt a warm flush of heat between her legs, looking outside in frustration. Then she stared at the mirror on her desk, exhaling and announcing her craving into the world with one, well-formulated sentence escaping her lips, staring into the setting sun as her hands wrung the fabric of her dress close to her warm groin:

"I want some too..."

The poor, poor, studious maiden whimpered, too full of carnal yearning, tempered by her genuine love for her parents she dared not dishonor or break their hearts. Sighing, she opened a window to let some cool air in, to distract her from carnal desires and focus on her last courses.

As fortune would have it in the blood-blessed world of Dunia, painful yearnings would attract the attention of Ruby Seal, the world's cornerstone. Possibilities would shift, as the world reforms itself to meet the desires of innocent, poor souls.

"Ah!" Lisette yelped, having forgotten that she had left her inkpot to dry outside in front of her window. Although clean, it still had a bit of residual ink left on its edges. As if guided by (mis)fortune, the pot rolled out of sight, slid into a half-open drainpipe reaching down alongside the insula's walls, and with a hellish rattle, flew out to the street, the momentum of the fall directed upwards through the curved pipe.

This by itself would have been nothing.

The thing is, a very short, petite, high-heeled, purple-black complexioned, long-eared shortstack dark elf was happily strolling with a cone of her favorite ice cream in hand. The treat in her hands was a banana-lemon-chocolate triple scoop set on a fried, elegant cornmeal cone and sprinkled with candied and iced sugar melon shards, then dipped in melted milk-chocolate, then sprinkled with more sugar melon shavings and blasted with a short ice spell. The custom ice cream was her rare treat, expensive, lovingly created, and made by a very handsome human boy, A'dalet planned to marry and take home to Cheldrai as a husband. His smile lit her heart every time she met him. Her knees shook when their fingers touched as she paid for the ice cream. She wanted to take him home and hold hands all night under the gentle warmth of the fireplace. Opening her mouth hungrily, she was about to dive into the sugary, icy goodness-

Her mouth tasted something slightly bitter as a bittersweet splash filled her hungry elven mouth, her daydream broken.

A'dalet blinked, assessing the situation. Something had been thrown across the street, destroying her lovingly prepared treat, plowing through the massive mountain of ice cream and even smashing onto her chest and staining her mouth, her ice cream cone, and her dress with residual, thin ink. Her greatest, most lovingly prepared treat was mixed with inedible, bitter ink, ink that she had swallowed with it. Her beautiful, shiny, almond eyes snapped open, the dark elf wailing in genuine, enraged shock and misery:

"MY FAVORITE ICE CREAM!" The shrill scream of misery was loud enough to be heard across the duchy. Her mood was calm and bright, serene after a sad but necessary day of punishment. Her face changed to a mask of rage beyond belief. A'dalet screamed in unadulterated rage, her ears pulled back like a cat as she screamed her lungs out, even the parents, spanking their children, stopped, shut their windows, and killed every light in their homes.

The entire neighborhood suddenly died, figuratively of course, after hearing A'dalet's screams and threats of rage. There was no sound, not a peep, nothing. The dark elf would not have it. She screamed louder, an impossibility coming from such a small frame of five feet and four inches:

"WHO THREW THIS!" The pint-sized little dark elf bitch was screaming her lungs out. A'dalet's nostrils were flaring with hot steam even on the warm summer night, her eyes glowing with unnatural fury. No one would dare tell her that she looked more like a cute, squeaky chipmunk in a shortstack of a dark elf's body. Her fury became cold and determined upon seeing the tear-stained face of a pretty human girl she swore she could recognize. The window was closed in a millisecond, yet A'dalet knew who did it.

Back home, Lisette never had shut a window so fast, sinking to the floor as if she wanted to disappear. Curling into a ball, terrified and weeping, the human maiden wanted to disappear into the earth and take the house with it.

Within minutes, the curled human girl jumped with a scare when she heard ever-approaching clicks of high heels, and the inevitable loud banging on the door!

"JUSTICAR! OPEN UP!" A'dalet yelled loud enough to wake the dead. The insula apartment was dead silent. "OPEN UP OR I WILL KICK DOWN THAT DOOR DAMNIT!"

After several more bangings, a sob and the turning of a key signaled the surrender of the stupid humans.

Lisette faced a VERY angry, shortstack dark brown potato with huge, long ears glaring at her as if the Svartalf could melt her with her gaze:

"Explain yourself," Came the tiny growl akin to an angry kitten.

...

*-*-*-*

A slew of apologies and tearful begging made A'dalet sigh and shake her head, crossing her slender arms, and tapping her high-heeled feet.

"You forgot your inkpot, you had washed and set it on your window and it rolled off when you opened it?" A'dalet growled like a chipmunk. "I cannot believe humans can be this careless..." She sighed, her ears sinking with disapproval. "This must be corrected."

When poor Lisette nodded in tears, A'dalet frowned, blinking. "Where are your parents? You are old enough to be alone, yet... more irresponsibility on humans' part..." She trailed off, inspecting the house she had just stepped into.

It was a humble insula flat, clean, prim, and proper. That was good. The girl had kept it clean, and even her room was something out of a spotless picture. Still...

... humans needed, WANTED discipline. She sensed it in her heartbeats, and being a monstergirl, although her duty told her to warn Lisette simply, she wanted to do this. This girl's being craved a paddle or a strong hand to her soft, pale tushy, and despite this would have been overkill for such an honest mistake, even by the dark elf's own harsh standards, a heavy beating on the poor human girl's bottom would be beneficial to both in said circumstances. Lisette craved it, and A'dalet knew: she would dish out her arbitrary justice.

"You must be punished for this," A'dalet frowned, her ebon face contorting in distaste. "Take off your underwear and get on your bed, face down, bottom up. You will be punished..." She spoke with a cold, callous voice, trying to hide her pleasure from having to dish out some justice.

Lisette's heart started to beat fast. Part of her was excited, and part of her was afraid. Still, it was just, it was necessary, and deep inside, she welcomed it.

Obliging, the bespectacled, innocent poor blonde hooked her thumbs under her dress, removing her pure white underwear and folded it properly on a chair, lifting her skirt and climbing on the bed, putting her teary face down on her soft, white pillow, hiking her flowery, long dress and presenting her bare, plush, ivory white bottom to the dark elven justicar. A'dalet smiled softly: she knew her place, a prim and proper good girl that would never reveal her intimate areas, knew when she was to be corrected, there was no shame in it. A'dalet shut the windows to give the shivering, poor Lisette some privacy, and sighing, walked around the room to find a good item to paddle the human girl's ass.

The dark elf enjoyed how lamb-like and suggestible the girl was: Disciplining such a beautiful human would be interesting: she was no spoiled brat, but this type of person had their own appeal to be punished. She lay on the bed silently, trembling as her butt shook. A'dalet finally found a wide, hard wooden ruler and weighed it on her hand:

"For harming an object of value, the punishment is fifteen beatings, though since this is your first and unwitting mistake, it shall be ten, but with a hard object since the item in question was very valuable." To me, A'dalet fumed inwardly as she raised the ruler.

Sniffling, the cute Lisette nodded weakly, her butt shaking as she waited the inevitable, and secretly craved spanking. Raising her small ebon arms, A'dalet swung the ruler, smacking the wooden article across the girl's soft, plump asscheeks with full force, no mercy offered.

The ruler landing on her asscheeks, Lisette knew the meaning of pain. With a LOUD CRACK, A'dalet had dished out her first punishment, slamming the ruler as hard as she could across the poor human girl's buttocks, her soft, round globes wobbling even though she wasn't fat from the sheer force.

Lisette's eyes snapped open. It happened.

It STUNG bad, making her shudder and shake, as a whimper escaped her lips, her entire being focused on the excruciating pain on her buttocks... and a warm feeling of satisfaction between her hairy, unshaven nether lips, already wet.

A'dalet felt her arousal, her purple-black lips curling into a cruel smile.

"Two!" She swung again, the ruler CRACKING hard on those reddening, plush buttcheeks; Lisette finally squealed in pain and shock, though her heart beat like crazy. This was happening.

Her butt burnt like hell, the little, tyrannical chocolate elf had no intention of going easy, a sharp flash of pain filling the poor human's world when she struck, again, and again. Wailing and squealing, Lisette started waving her legs, only to earn a pull on her ear, yelled by an annoyingly squeaky elven-accented common:

"Stay still, stupid human!"

Sniffling, Lisette was only obliged for a brief moment, before screaming her lungs out when the angry little dark-elven tyrant slammed the paddle as hard as she could.

Wails of agony had made everyone silent across the apartment flats, even mothers going quiet and locking their doors as sounds of wood on bare butt cracked, loud enough to wake the dead, combined with Lisette's screams.

Nostrils flaring, A'dalet panted, finished with her punishment, the little proper girl wailing in pain... and pleasure, she suspected.

"I will personally see to it that your education is finished properly..." A'dalet spoke, putting the ruler away. "I cannot have such a well-educated girl go astray." Sighing, she sat down, rearranging the girl's messy hair with a comb. "Let this be a lesson if you become careless. You have great potential, and I'd hate you to waste it on becoming a delinquent. This was for your own good, understood?"

Lisette sobbed, nodding quietly.

"Let us forget this ever happened. Focus on your education, and I will have to get my ice cream again."

Standing up, A'dalet left.

Lisette sighed, her bottom now stinging not with pain, but pleasure. It was amazing, yet she could not admit it before her. Her hand slid between her legs, softly touching her hairy cute pussy. Softly gasping, a finger probed between her lips.

This was not so bad, to be put in her place once in a while. The dark elves guided the human brats into being prim and proper girls to serve the duchess and the queen, and it felt good.

*-*-*-*

"GET BACK TO YOUR BUSINESS!"

The shrill scream made every door slam shut when the high-heeled little tyrant, the dark elven bitch A'dalet stomped out of the domicile, her ears taller than her flicking like an angry cat.

Once she got out of the building, her cheer returned. She had to get the ice cream again, and perhaps, ask the ice cream boy for a date where they...

... would hold hands.

In public. Squirming with delight, the little dark elf took back the steps to the marketplace, eager to talk to the cute boy, and sketch a plan for this adorable little young human woman to be conscripted into her entourage: she smelled her arousal, and the queen below the earth could use a new puppet to try out corporal punishment to train future dominatrices.

All was well that ended well in Jourdefesse!