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Warning chapter is more RACK than SSC

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Visit my website to see where else you can find my work, follow my socials, or support me!", "writing": "Radz-at-Han was beautiful yet utterly chaotic. The streets were colourful and brimming with life with all manner of individuals walking around. There were vendors hawking baubles of every hue, restaurants that assaulted Az with the smell of spices and meats, and music seeming to leak out of every crack and crevice that she walked by. All of her senses were bordering on overstimulation at this point, leaving her mind buzzing and energetic.\n\nIt was nice to actually experience this city without the threat of the world ending bearing down upon her.\n\nShe floated along, taking a sip from the cup of chai within her hand. Her footwork was delicate, weaving between creatures many times larger than herself. She knew streets like these, busy and easy to get trampled underfoot if you weren't paying attention.\n\nIt was also easy to lose your money if you weren't...\n\nAz yanked her hip to the side, avoiding a tiny hand reaching for her coin purse. She met the child's confusion with a sharp glare which seemed to be enough to make them scamper away, looking rather sheepish about getting caught.\n\nThe child was bold, she had to admit as much. A coward wouldn't try to pickpocket a paladin, especially one armed with a steel blade and bearing a heavy shield upon her back. \n\nTanking had never been her strong suit but her recent voyage into the depths of Thavnair's waters had seen her take the lead with Raha, Estinien, and Y'shtola.\n\nAnother hand nipped for her belt, so she diverted paths and headed back towards her inn. It would seem that her patience for the streets was rapidly waning.\n\nAz couldn't help but wonder why she seemed like such an easy mark. After all, she was a street kid, a former urchin. Though she caught her reflection in a bank of mirrors as she headed down the street. She hated to admit it but she looked like an easy mark, having the air of someone travelling from abroad. \n\nHer attire was pricey, far removed from her troubled youth. She wore tight grey jeans and a flowing shirt made of many multi-coloured and expensive fabrics. There was also a pointed black tricorn perched upon her head made of a fine felt with a single exotic feather poking out from it. In all honesty, she would've pickpocketed herself too if the positions were reversed.\n\nThough there was no point lamenting this as she returned to the inn, finishing off the last of her chai as she entered. She left the cup on a tray in the lobby.\n\nAnother cup would've been nice but she instead headed up the stairs and made her way towards her room. The inn was nice, classy, the kind of place that someone who wanted to get pickpocketed would've stayed at. A mild curse of being the Warrior of Light, worthy of such accommodations in the first place.\n\nAs she returned to her room, she eased through the door, sighing as she did so. She couldn't remember leaving the lights on but she wasn't too alarmed either. It wasn't like there were really any enemies left to leave assassins waiting for her.\n\n``Did you have a nice day out on the town?'' a catty voice greeted.\n\nAz perked up and glanced towards the desk within her room.\n\nY'shtola was seated right there, casually running her finger across the pages of a book. She offered a thin smile but didn't look directly at Az, instead focusing those grey eyes upon the wall directly in front of herself.\n\n``What are you doing here?'' Az asked, removing her scabbard and leaning it against the wall. ``Not that I'm complaining just...''\n\n``Do you remember our conversation back in the vault?'' Y'shtola interrupted.\n\nAz sighed as she shrugged off her shield, placing it next to her sword. What exactly was Y'shtola talking...\n\n``You and I will speak later...''\n\nA chill crawled up the length of Az's spine and her eyes widened, just a little. She swore that her pulse quickened. Hell, it almost felt like some sinister musical note played out across the entirety of reality itself.\n\n``Oh fantastic, you do,'' Y'shtola teased. \n\nShe closed her book, snapping the cover shut quite sharply. The noise was loud enough that Az tensed, gritting her teeth together. It felt wrong that she should act like this but this woman had a teacherly quality to her, managing to make the tension in the room thick enough that you very well could've severed it with a blade.\n\n``So...'' Y'shtola pushed her chair back and stood up. ``I was wondering if we could talk about that little incident.''\n\nShe turned to face Az and folded her arms in front of her chest. Her gaze was unfocused and lost but Az could still feel her aetherial vision as it focused upon her very essence. This was far more intense than just regular eyes as it felt like her very soul was being stared down by some sort of predator.\n\nAz chuckled, blushing as she realized how nervous she sounded. ``You know that I was just joking around.''\n\n``Joking?'' Y'shtola tilted her head to the side. ``Do you enjoy embarrassing me?''\n\nThe thin smile she offered felt like a test.\n\nAz bit her lip and looked off to the side, hoping that such minute changes in her disposition weren't readable with whatever magic Y'shtola used. ``No... of course not.''\n\n``Did I train you to embarrass me?'' Y'shtola followed up.\n\nTrain you...\n\nAz's cheeks warmed. ``Pardon?''\n\nShe felt like she should've been offended by that claim. Yet, she was already on the backfoot and only capable of feeling shock.\n\nY'shtola lifted a hand and snapped her fingers, the note echoing throughout the room. It managed to make Az tense as if she were some sort of hunting hound being summoned and commanded about.\n\nHow was this witch so good at reading me?\n\nY'shtola smirked. ``See! I was good enough to train you to respond to a snap but I couldn't stop you from making an ass of me in front of the others?'' She tutted and shook her head, doing so rather purposefully. ``I suppose that some more training will be in order.''\n\n``Excuse me,'' Az huffed.\n\n``Less talking, dear,'' Y'shtola chided, sounding sharp and to the point.\n\nAz shut up and then hated herself for shutting up.\n\n``Though now I'm curious if you are even worth training in the first place,'' Y'shtola commented, humming. ``You were rather disappointing today.''\n\nDisappointing...\n\nComing from her, that felt real, like letting down a favoured tutor. It had the same energy as getting caught disobeying a parent.\n\n``Are you worth training?'' Y'shtola asked. It was hard to tell if she was talking to herself or addressing Az directly.\n\nAz just stood still, gritting her teeth.\n\n``You can answer me,'' Y'shtola added, that seemingly constant smile still glued to her lips. ``We aren't in scene yet.''\n\nAz sighed. ``I think so.''\n\n``I want to hear you say it,'' Y'shtola said.\n\nAz flushed. ``I...'' She sighed and felt a fresh heat creep into her cheeks. ``I'm worth training.''\n\n``Well, it certainly doesn't sound like you believe yourself,'' Y'shtola murmured, shaking her head slowly. She then pointed down at a spot on the floor, right in front of herself. ``Come over here.''\n\nAz shuffled over, feeling her feet drag. Yet, she still came over, looking at the ground all the while.\n\n``On your knees,'' Y'shtola corrected.\n\nAz paused mid stride, still glaring at the ground. There was no way that she was going to do that. No way in a million years.\n\nRight?\n\nOh... who am I kidding?\n\nShe fell to her knees, still looking down at the floor as she did so. She couldn't bring herself to look up and meet Y'shtola's unwavering gaze.\n\n``I am nothing if not forgiving,'' Y'shtola teased, reaching out and placing her hand upon the back of Az's head. She gently ran her fingers through her dark locks, being so tender with them. ``Apologize for embarrassing me.''\n\nAz drew in a breath, balling her hands into fists. She didn't have to do this. Why was she doing this? She was the fucking Warrior of Light, she didn't...\n\n``I am sorry for embarrassing you,'' she whispered. \n\n``Embarrassing who?'' Y'shtola asked, lifting a brow.\n\n``You...'' Az shivered before adding. ``Mistress Ruhl.''\n\nShe built up the courage to look up, seeing that the woman was looking at her with an almost uninterested air about her. Her gaze was off in the distance, as if Az was a mere afterthought to something more important.\n\nY'shtola then moved her hand away from her hair and instead cupped her chin with it, using it to pull Az's gaze upwards. She forced her to look into those bored grey eyes. Even blinded, she still found a way to bury her gaze right into Az's soul, sending a chill crawling through the very essence of her being.\n\n``I forgive you,'' Y'shtola stated. She slid her hand up from her chin and instead firmly patted her on the cheek. It wasn't quite a slap but it was still heavy enough to make her flinch with every rhythmic tap. After doing that, she then placed two fingers against Az's tightly pressed lips. ``Open.''\n\nAz flushed but obeyed the command, parting those lips for her Mistress. She shivered as she felt those fingers push inside and ease into her mouth. Those digits explored her palate, tracing along her tongue as they ventured so deep inside.\n\n``That being said...'' Y'shtola continued to push further, not stopping until those fingers were all the way down to the knuckles. The tip of her nails tickled at the very back of Az's throat as she gently prodded at it. ``If you are going to act like a beast then I will have to train you like a beast.''\n\nIt took a lot of willpower not to gag, feeling those fingers at the depths they were. It felt like a test, something designed to see if Az would crack, seeing if she would disappoint Y'shtola for a second time so soon after the first. And she did her best not to let her down, not to embarrass herself in her presence.\n\nThankfully, Y'shtola soon drew those fingers away and instead held them in front of Az's face. It was like she was showing off the way that her saliva clung to them. It hung in heavy strands of spittle which linked her fingers together in a crude web. Each droplet of moisture glimmered so beautifully in the light of the chamber.\n\nThose fingers couldn't speak but they did send a message. \n\nLook what you did, look what you're willing to do to please me.\n\n``Thank me for taking the time to correct you,'' Y'shtola stated.\n\nAz felt so hot in her cheeks. A part of her wanted to rebut and put up some token amount of resistance.\n\nWho was this woman? Thinking that she could just strut into the room and take command like that? It felt wrong that she, the Warrior of fucking Light, would cave so easily to her demands.\n\nBut... well... Az had been trained before. She knew that she could bark, maybe even growl, but by the end of this sordid affair, she would be a whimpering little mess bathed in her Mistress' juices. So, why not skip to the best parts?\n\n``Thank you for taking the time to correct me,'' Az whispered.\n\nY'shtola offered a thin smile. ``I do believe that this is progress.'' She patted the top of her head with the very same hand that'd been in her mouth, ruffling her hair with fluid-drenched fingers. ``Good girl. Now bark for me.''\n\nAz's eyes widened. ``What?''\n\n``Did I stutter?'' Y'shtola replied, sounding a bit curter than before.\n\nAz shivered and opened her mouth, having a false start in attempting to make the requested noise. Yet, she soon let out this adorable little yipping sound. Her cheeks warmed to an even brighter shade of red as she saw Y'shtola's smile grow. \n\nShe had never done something like that before. How could she have just done that?\n\n``Good girl,'' Y'shtola said. She drew away and casually made her way over to the middle of the room. ``Now please lose your attire.''\n\nShe didn't even bother looking at Az as she went over to a bag that was laid out upon the floor in the very corner of the room. Az hadn't noticed it until now. It would seem that her Mistress had come prepared for this little event.\n\nAz drew in a breath and reached for the bottom of her blouse, carefully popping open the buttons on it, one after another. As she worked on her shirt, she could feel the wetness of her mound, shifting around within her tight grey pants. \n\nHonestly, the act of disrobing was appreciated. It gave her something to focus on, keeping her distracted from the growing maelstrom within her mind. She still couldn't believe that she was giving in this easily. Perhaps she should put up some faux resistance at the very least. Just enough to prove that she wasn't a total pushover.\n\nOnce her blouse was opened, she shed it and then tugged off her undershirt, tossing it onto a pile that was now taking shape on the floor. This left her completely topless.\n\n``Remember your linkpearl,'' Y'shtola teased, making a show of taking hers off and placing it upon the dresser. ``I would prefer to not have a repeat of you and Thancred's little misadventure.''\n\nAz groaned. ``Is everyone going to remind me of that?''\n\n``I mean...'' Y'shtola shrugged. ``Probably. You have to admit that it was a little funny.''\n\nAz didn't reply to that and instead focused on removing the rest of her attire. She unbuttoned her fly and wiggled out of her pants, kicking them and her panties away from herself. They joined the pile. With them gone, she was now totally naked, sitting cross-legged on the floor.\n\n``What are you going to do to me?'' Az asked.\n\nY'shtola hummed. ``Some things that you'll probably enjoy.''\n\nUnhelpful but Az knew that it wouldn't really be any fun if she just revealed her hand outright. This woman had a keen sense for knowing what exactly Az wanted even if she wasn't fully aware of it herself.\n\n``Do you remember your safeword?'' Y'shtola asked.\n\nAz nodded. ``Aetheryte.''\n\n``Simple enough to remember but obscure enough that I find it extremely unlikely that it'll come up in the midst of our upcoming discussion,'' Y'shtola teased, nodding to herself.\n\nShe then hummed and studied the room, looking up at the ceiling. Az followed her gaze and tried to parse what exactly her Mistress saw. To her, it just seemed to be a pretty average ceiling, unfinished with numerous supporting pillars running across it. A little odd for a place this nice but nothing out of the ordinary when it came to the sort of inns that she usually stayed at.\n\nY'shtola snapped her fingers, making Az tense. It was that nonverbal command again, the kind of signal that made her instinctively stir to attention.\n\n``Stand up,'' Y'shtola commanded. ``And make your way over to the centre of the room.''\n\nAz got up and did as she was told, moving over to the requested spot. She placed her hands overtop of each other, resting them beneath her belly.\n\nY'shtola summoned a quick ward and the bag in her hands suddenly shifted as there was something inside of it. She opened it and drew out a bundle of hemp rope. This was the good stuff, crafted from the finest products that Gridania's botanists could get their hands on, being saturated with all sorts of nice smelling natural oils.\n\nAz could appreciate the craftsmanship but did appreciate the other product derived from it better.\n\n``Hands together in front of yourself,'' Y'shtola ordered.\n\nAz uncrossed her arms and instead pressed her wrists together. 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This end of the cord wound around one of the supporting beams above, doing so a couple times before affixing itself with an especially strong knot. ``It's important that you're comfortable. After all, you're going to be like that for a while.''\n\nAz swallowed a lump in her throat.\n\nHer arms were now well above her head and there wasn't much slack to the hemp. She wasn't forced onto her tippy toes but she also couldn't lower her arms very easily either. All in all, she was left utterly exposed with her body laid out for whatever Y'shtola had in mind.\n\nY'shtola took immediate advantage of this as she seized one of Az's breasts and gave it a firm squeeze. She wasn't too rough, more feeling it up then actually crushing the bud. But still, it was a show of force, proving that she could do whatever she pleased and Az was powerless to stop her.\n\nHer other hand drifted over as she traced it along Az's side. The nails on her hand were long as she dug them in, drawing hot white lines across her flesh. Not deep enough to draw blood but definitely deep enough to leave those delicate markings behind.\n\nAz hissed, cringing at the sensation. But she kept a stiff upper lip. She wouldn't dare break that easily.\n\nY'shtola didn't stop until she had traced a series of lines across the horizontal length of her belly and then along her other side, leaving four long white steaks upon her flesh. ``I am going to beat you.''\n\nAz scoffed. ``Is that so?''\n\n``It is,'' Y'shtola said, perking up. ``I find it very therapeutic and have a feeling that you'll feel the same way by the time that I'm done with you.''\n\nShe snapped her fingers and her bag opened across the room. A leather accessory spewed forth from inside and floated over, falling into her extended hand. It was a black collar with a silvery ring on the front. 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She smacked Az on the bottom, clapping her palm down rather firmly upon her bare flank. ``Who taught you to speak to me like that?''\n\nAz flushed, almost immediately realizing her mistake. ``My apologies, Mistress Ruhl.''\n\n``Your apologies are becoming rather cheap,'' Y'shtola chided, tutting as she slowly circled around Az.\n\nAz cracked open an eye and watched the way that she was looking her over, like she was a piece of meat. \n\n``You know it's been far too long since I got you in this sort of position,'' Y'shtola added.\n\nShe stopped in front of Az and placed her hand upon her belly. Her finger glided across her flesh, pressing just deep enough to sting and make her hiss. This time she left vertical lines, adding four more of them. These felt so much more intense than the prior group as they crisscrossed the marks already left behind.\n\nAz bit her lip. ``One of those little things we missed out on with the whole world ending.''\n\n``I suppose that I will have to make up for lost time.'' She lifted her hand and cupped Az's chin. Her grip was just tight enough to force her to make eye contact. ``But I'm sure that you won't mind that, now, will you?''\n\nAz flashed a coy little smile. ``Just hope that you can keep up.''\n\nY'shtola scoffed but didn't rise to the challenge. Instead, she leaned in and gave Az a kiss, a mere peck upon the lips. It wasn't as hungry as it could've been. Honestly, it felt like another show of force, proving that she could steal whatever bit of Az's autonomy that she wanted whenever she desired it.\n\n``We're going to start with corporal punishment,'' Y'shtola teased. ``It wasn't a method that Master Matoya used but I heard that it was popular amongst some of the archons in Sharlayan for correcting wayward students.''\n\nAz chuckled. ``You really think that a little bit of spanking is going to fix my attitude?''\n\nY'shtola's eyes widened and Az swore that they sparkled at her challenge. There was a slight upturn in her lips, that sadistic undertone really making itself known. It was clear that Az had just challenged her and that nothing could possibly undermine her high.\n\n``This is going to be so much fun,'' was all she said.\n\nShe moved over to the bed and sat down upon the edge of it, crossing one leg over the other. Once more, she turned to that empty bag on the floor, picking it up and placing it upon her lap.\n\n``What to use? What to use?'' she asked herself.\n\nAz watched as Y'shtola circled a finger through the air, making the bag take shape as it was filled with something. She reached inside and plucked out what looked like a small handheld rowing oar made of a sturdy wood. With a quick nod she placed it aside. Then she did so again and again, each time filling the bag with an item before removing it. By the end, her arsenal included the oar, a gnarled stick, a riding crop, and an armoured glove.\n\nEach of the items was purposefully laid out upon the bed, forming a neat and orderly row. Though for now, Y'shtola selected none of them as she instead got back to her feet.\n\n``This is how this is going to work,'' she instructed, folding her hands behind her back as she slowly walked over. Her tone was crisp, teacherly, having that slightly judgemental quality to it. ``You will count each lash out loud. For every fifth lash, you will thank me. For every tenth lash, you'll be asked a question that I expect you to answer correctly. We will start with thirty lashes and see how your behavior is after that.''\n\nAz rolled her eyes. ``Uh huh...''\n\nIf the worst that Y'shtola could bring to bear were those weak little mage arms then this wasn't nearly as scary as she was making it out to be.\n\nIf her indifference got to Y'shtola, it was impossible to really tell. ``You know it wasn't that long enough that you were calling me Mistress Ruhl.''\n\n``I can't make it too easy for you,'' Az teased, winking at her.\n\nY'shtola looked taken aback, blinking. But she soon smiled, getting this giddy little shiver visibly running up the length of her spine.\n\n``I am really happy that you said that,'' Y'shtola teased, moving over and placing her hand upon Az's side. She gently rubbed a finger across the risen flesh of the scratches she'd left behind. It irritated the marks but not too badly. ``You have no idea how genuinely happy that makes me. It's always so much more fun to discipline someone who actually deserves it.'' She then cleared her throat. ``In the event that you somehow lose track of the number, then I will be starting back at zero. The same goes for failing to thank me or answer my question correctly.''\n\nAz nodded.\n\nY'shtola now stood behind Az, slightly off to the side. She rested her palm upon Az's bare rump and gripped it, squeezing it firmly enough to be felt.\n\n``Breathe in,'' Y'shtola said.\n\nAz drew a breath in.\n\nAnd that's when Y'shtola stuck, drawing back and then hitting Az on the rump with a decent amount of heft. Enough to clap for sure, bringing about this satisfying sting which radiated a sharp warmth across the surface of Az's hindquarters. \n\nAz let out the breath that she'd been holding, shivering as she felt the tenderness left behind by the impact. ``One.''\n\nY'shtola drew back and then delivered another blow to her other cheek, hitting it with just as much force as before. The clap was just as satisfying, spreading this tender warmth equally throughout both of her cheeks.\n\n``Two,'' Az said. ``Is that really all that you've got?''\n\nThis was going to be easy.\n\nY'shtola hummed. ``This is just a warm up, dear. But if you want me to go harder...''\n\nShe suddenly drew her hand back by a decent degree and then smacked it down firmly, clapping it against her flesh with a generous amount of heft. The snap was far harsher, still pleasant but more than enough to draw a shocked gasp from between Az's lips. The warmth also burrowed beneath the surface as it went deep and infected her muscles. There was now a proper smouldering warmth down there, radiating throughout her flesh.\n\n``Three,'' Az said, puffing out her chest and trying her best to seem tough.\n\nShe wasn't going to crack.\n\nY'shtola drew back and smacked down again and again, twice more in quick succession. The blows were of a milder intensity but still more than the first two, driving that pleasant ache into Az's flesh. If she didn't know any better, it almost seemed like she was starting to grow wet at the sensation of being spanked.\n\nEach lash also made Az's legs wobble, shivering against the first whispers of fatigue. \n\n``Four,'' Az stated, biting her lip. Her cheeks warmed in preparation for what she was about to say. ``Five. Thank you, Mistress Ruhl.''\n\n``There it is!'' Y'shtola chided, tutting as she shook her head. ``Almost thought that you'd forgotten my title for a moment.''\n\nShe brushed her hand against Az's backside, touching all of the lovely red welts that she'd already left behind. They weren't too grave. Or at least they didn't feel too grave, just a little warm and tender to the touch. \n\nIt actually felt pretty nice all things considered.\n\nYet, Y'shtola soon drew back and returned to the corporal punishment. She lashed out, over and over, smacking her hand down with a pretty steady rhythm. She swapped between each of the cheeks with every single blow, keeping it even in terms of both intensity and spacing.\n\n``Six... Seven,'' Az counted.\n\nEach thud added to the warmth, making Az's entire backside ache with a pleasant form of torment. It was comparable to the ache that she felt after a good workout. That warmth which seemed to fester in her muscles and bathe her mind with all sorts of pleasant endorphins.\n\n``Eight... Nine,'' Az added, listing off each of the numbers in a steady tone. There was the smallest warble to her voice, just the hint of an impending ache present within each of her syllables.\n\nThen that final blow impacted, hitting with a dull thud.\n\n``Ten,'' she finished listing off, grinning. ``Thank you, Mistress Ruhl.''\n\nAlready a third of the way through. This was going to be easy. Maybe she should be giving Y'shtola a little more sass.\n\n``Now for your question,'' Y'shtola said, moving around and standing in front of her. She made a show of pondering it as she tapped a finger against her chin. ``Since I am giving you a Sharlayan punishment, maybe I should give you a Sharlayan question.''\n\nAz's eyes widened.\n\nWait what...\n\nY'shtola snapped her fingers. ``According to the studies conducted by Ohm at the end of the Sixth Astral Era, what is the resistance measured within white auracite when it is subjected to the elemental effect of fire in a vacuum.'' \n\nAz blinked.\n\n``Well?'' Y'shtola asked.\n\nAz worked her jaw. ``Four?''\n\n``Four what?'' Y'shtola asked.\n\n``You know... four...'' Az stated, nodding to herself. ``Yeah... you know... four?''\n\nWhat the absolute fuck was that question?!\n\n``I'm afraid that four isn't the answer that I was looking for,'' Y'shtola commented, hissing through her teeth. She drew away from Az and made her way back over to the bed. ``But an extra ten lashes surely aren't too much for the Warrior of Light to handle, are they?''\n\nShe grabbed the armoured glove and pulled it on over her hand. The palm of it was covered with a rough and gnarled-looking material that almost seemed like dragonhide.\n\nY'shtola came back over and took up position behind her, resting her glove against Az's rump. Even merely touching it irritated the various marks already present, enflaming them. It was like sandpaper, horribly harsh against her skin.\n\n``I also have good news,'' Y'shtola teased.\n\nAz swallowed a lump in her throat. ``Oh?''\n\n``Since I'm a qualified healer,'' Y'shtola started to explain, nipping at Az's cheek with those sharp little feline teeth of hers. ``I can just heal any damage that I inflict.''\n\nAz sucked in a breath. ``Mistress Ruhl.''\n\n``What?'' Y'shtola asked, humming. ``I thought this was going to be easy for you, oh noble and brave Warrior of Light?'' She drew back with her hand and thwacked down with the glove. ``You have your safeword if you wish to tap out.''\n\nAz gasped, feeling that glove connect. The snap was different with this added scratching quality which irritated her skin so terribly. The heat which pushed into her muscles hadn't changed very much but the pain applied to the surface layer of flesh was far more intense.\n\nIt was enough to make her legs wobble and eyes widen, gasping so loudly.\n\n``One,'' Az said, trying to puff out her chest.\n\nY'shtola drew her hand back and smacked it down upon Az's other flank for good measure. There was just something about the material which ached, irritating all of the lovely bruises already left behind. \n\nShe idly wondered what colour her flesh had become after each of these impacts. The blows themselves were no harsher but that texture tormented her so much. Surely, her backside must've been a lovely canvas of reds which would give way to purples in time.\n\nBut that irritation was also nice in a way. The pain always had a purifying quality, changing and evolving depending on how it was applied.\n\nAz rubbed her thighs together, flushing as she realized just how wet she was.\n\nI'm not a sub, I'm not a sub, I'm totally a Dom.\n\nY'shtola cleared her throat.\n\nOh right.\n\n``Two,'' Az said.\n\nY'shtola tutted. ``Not quite. You were far too slow on the draw.'' She cleared her throat, suddenly sounding far harsher. ``Back to zero. You can begin counting when you learn how to do so properly.'' \n\nShe waved her hand and the length of rope shortened by a small degree as it knotted itself part of the way up. The new length was just enough that Az was forced to stand rigid and straight, no longer having any slack. If it grew anymore shorter, she would be forced onto her toes. For now, however, she could still keep herself firmly on the ground.\n\nStill her body was taut as Y'shtola lashed out, smacking her left flank three times in quick succession, each hit landing firmer than the last. She then switched up and did the right an equal number of times. The blows came quickly, one after another with little time between them. None of them were too heavy but the gloves made the impacts uneven and rough, intensifying it in certain places which made it that much harder to prepare for.\n\n``One, two, three, four, five, six.'' Az groaned, hanging her head as she worked through the pain. ``Thank you, Mistress Ruhl.''\n\nY'shtola scoffed. ``Still wrong. You're supposed to thank me after every fifth blow, dear. Not every sixth.'' She smacked her hand down again, roughly squeezing Az's bruised rump with that tactile glove of hers. ``Back to zero.''\n\n``You hit me six times!'' Az yelped.\n\nY'shtola kneaded into her backside, ensuring that she could feel every coarse inch of dragonhide against her battered flesh. ``Then you thank me after five and count the sixth afterwards.'' She scoffed and moved this very same hand around Az's body, resting it upon her pelvis instead. ``I thought that this was going to be easy?''\n\n``You're cheating,'' Az grumbled.\n\nY'shtola reached down and rubbed at her lips. Normally that would feel divine but now she cringed at the sensation, feeling just how coarse the dragonhide was against this sensitive place. Thankfully, it seemed to be a mere tease, lingering there but not actually pressing inside.\n\n``I am not cheating, I am well within my rules,'' she explained. ``You are required to count, thank me after five, and correctly answer a question on the tenth. Failure to do any of those things and we go back to zero. It's not my fault that you're terrible at listening.''\n\nAz whined.\n\nThankfully, Y'shtola drew that glove back and instead moved away from her, making her way over to the bed. She hummed as she examined what she had left to play with. It seemed that she went with the small oar, thudding it against her palm. It sounded pretty meaty, landing with a satisfying thwack of wood against skin.\n\nClearly, this was meant to be a paddle of some sort though with a longer handle and smaller head. Which meant that it would only intensify the pain.\n\n``Perhaps we need to enhance the punishment in order to get the point across,'' she commented.\n\nAz bit her lip, shuffling around. \n\nOnly, that was the last time that she could do so comfortably as Y'shtola whisked her finger through the air. Yet again, the rope tightened, forcing Az onto her toes. The position was stressful to hold but there was nothing she could do without using that sacred little word of hers.\n\nA word she wasn't ready to use.\n\n``Unless you want to tap out,'' Y'shtola teased, making her way back over. Az swore that there was a little bit of bounce to her step, looking downright thrilled about getting her in this position. ``I, of course, will gladly accept a concession.''\n\nAz grunted. ``Never.''\n\nY'shtola nodded though didn't seem even remotely bothered by this request. She simply smirked and took up position behind Az. \n\nThe paddle was hardy as it rested upon Az's flanks, pressing down upon her already battered backside. It was long enough that it covered both of her cheeks. The wood was also smooth, even more so than Y'shtola's hand.\n\nY'shtola soon eased back, lightly thwacking her on the bottom with it. The blow was gentle, a light smack to warm her up.\n\n``One,'' Az declared, offering a coy smile in exchange.\n\nY'shtola paused, pondering this before chuckling softly. ``That was a test but I suppose that's within the parameters of your rules. So, I'll let it slide.'' She winked at Az. ``Just this once since I'm such a kindly Mistress.'' \n\nShe then wound back and hit a bit more firmly than that. This blow landed with a mighty thud. It was surprising, it didn't clap as loudly as any delivered by hand. Rather, this was more of a dull thwack like a broom hitting a rug.\n\nThe pain was also very different, less surface level than the prior two methods. The pressure from it went beneath the skin as it burrowed into Az's flesh, sinking into her very muscles.\n\nShe gritted her teeth, wobbling on her toes. ``Two.''\n\nY'shtola moved the paddle over and thwacked her on the other cheek. Yet again, the blow was dull and the ache was deep. It was enough to weaken her legs, nearly causing them to buckle under the strain.\n\n``Three,'' Az listed off, just as dutifully as before. She hated that she heard the waiver in her voice, the way it cracked ever so slightly. It felt far too soon to be surrendering these imperfections to Y'shtola.\n\nThe paddle came down a couple more times, each smack rhythmic in terms of both its intensity and uniform sound. These blows ached but the harsh snap of flesh against flesh was never present. This type of discomfort was unique, maybe even divine, leaving this tender warmth lingering behind.\n\n``Four,'' Az counted. ``Five, thank you Mistress Ruhl. Six... Seven...'' She whimpered. ``E-eight.''\n\nY'shtola paused after that last blow, instead tracing the edge of the paddle along the small of Az's back. She started just above her tail and then moved it about a foot up. The wood felt warm as if the repeated impacts had somehow managed to heat it up. ``Do you know what your backside looks like right now?''\n\nAz shook her head. She closed her eyes and let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding.\n\nIt was hard to explain why she enjoyed the ache but she did. There was this purifying quality to the pain, this way of removing her worries and replacing them with this dull festering throb which radiated from deep within her rump and spread throughout her entire body. \n\nIt focused her mind upon this weird pleasure she felt. There was no denying that this pleasure existed. As she rubbed her thighs together, she could feel just how wet she'd become. It wouldn't take very much effort to translate that pleasure into an orgasm.\n\nIf... if Mistress Ruhl was willing.\n\n``No,'' Az whispered. ``I don't.''\n\n``A shame, I was hoping that you could describe it for me,'' Y'shtola said. She moved the paddle down and rubbed at the various marks she'd already left behind. ``How do they feel?''\n\n``They hurt,'' Az grumbled, clenching her teeth. ``But in a good way. The surface layer of skin is tender to the touch and feels warm, like I've been sunbathing for just a little too long. The pain persists for a bit below that, digging into that layer of fat and muscle just under the surface.''\n\nY'shtola purred. ``Sounds like it might be a nice canvas of reds... likely to transition into a love collage of blues and purple as they start to heal. Perhaps even a few greys and blacks to really accent what I've done.'' She sighed. ``How I do miss colours.''\n\n``It's distinctly possible,'' Az replied.\n\nY'shtola eased back, turning the paddle and holding the flat edge against Az's rump. ``Are you good to continue?''\n\n``I am,'' Az said, puffing out her chest. ``We're nowhere near thirty.''\n\n``Always up for a challenge, aren't you?'' Y'shtola teased, tutting as she shook her head. ``You amaze me sometimes.''\n\nShe wound back and struck, hitting with even more force than before. The paddle came down and connected with a rather meaty thud, heavier than the prior few. It drove the pain even deeper into her flanks, pushing well into her backside.\n\nThis one had some bite, making Az suck in a breath through her clenched teeth. ``Motherfucker!'' As she let her misery out, she could feel spittle fly forth as she frantically sucked upon breath. ``Nine!''\n\nY'shtola tapped the paddle a couple of times, lightly, not a proper smack. Az thought about being a smartass but had a feeling that any attitude from her would likely be reflected in the question that would inevitably come after that all important tenth blow.\n\n``What will your question be?'' Y'shtola asked, more to herself than Az.\n\nWhatever it was must've clicked as Y'shtola made an affirmative little sound. She drew back, smacking the paddle down with a decent amount of heft. It collided with a nice meaty thud, sending Az stumbling forward upon her toes. The burn was divine, purifying as always. It paired so well with the growing smoulder within her now quivering legs.\n\n``Ten,'' Az whispered. ``Thank you, Mistress Ruhl.''\n\nY'shtola nodded. ``You're very welcome.''\n\nShe decided to reward Az, at least a little bit, using her mana to loosen the rope above her head. This gave her enough freedom to at least rest upon her feet, saving her calves from giving out in their entirety. Though this only made her realize just how shaky her legs had become, wobbling underneath herself. They wouldn't hold her weight for much longer.\n\n``I suppose that asking you a question from a more advanced Sharlayan class was a little unfair of me,'' Y'shtola said, humming. ``So, I will instead give you something from a more appropriate grade level.''\n\nAz nodded.\n\nShe retreated to her mind palace, trying desperately to call upon every little tidbit that she'd idly heard while the various archons had been chatting. Most of it was this nerdy white noise but she could remember discussions about elements and spells and whatever nonsense Urianger droned on about that Az had totally listened to.\n\nThis was it. She was ready.\n\nShe was...\n\nY'shtola cleared her throat and folded her hands together behind her back, casually strolling in front of her. She held her head up high, looking so proud and scholarly.\n\n``What pigment do you derive from combining red and blue in equal measure?'' she asked.\n\nHuh...\n\nAz blinked. ``What?''\n\nY'shtola winced, hissing through her teeth. ``Oh, I'm so sorry, Az, the answer is not `what'. I was looking for purple.''\n\n``Wait, wait, wait, that's not fair!'' Az yelped. ``I thought it was a trick question!''\n\n``No... that's a question taken from the first-year curriculum for the students in the academy,'' Y'shtola chided, shaking her head. ``I'm afraid that we'll be starting back at zero.''\n\nShe made her way over to the bed and placed the paddle down upon it. Her hand hovered over the selection as if she was consciously choosing from the final implements there. In the end, she selected the crop, thwacking it through the air. It went so fast that Az could hear the ozone being cut by it in a terrifying whoosh.\n\nY'shtola came back over and looked Az over, clearly eying up her aether. She reached out with the crop and held the leathered tip against her dampened mound, firmly grinding the material against her soaked lips.\n\n``You're so wet,'' she commented. It felt like a tease but her tone was so flat and even, betraying nothing of the sort. ``If I didn't know any better than I would say that you were secretly enjoying this.''\n\nY'shtola traced the crop to the side, caressing Az's thigh with it. It was like she was tracing the path of this lustful river, smirking as she felt Az's arousal flowing over the implement. She soon drew it away, however, taking her time to walk around and come up behind her.\n\nShe held the crop against Az's battered backside, delicately tracing all of the lovely welts that she'd already left behind.\n\n``I might not be able to see your physical form,'' Y'shtola commented. ``But... I can see the way your aether reacts to me. It hitches every time that I touch here...'' She touched an especially sore spot. ``And it warbles whenever I touch here.'' She brushed against some shallow marks left behind by the harsh glove. ``I wish you could see this like I can.''\n\nShe sighed and then lifted the crop away. Without even a second of preparation, she sent it hurtling down, hitting Az on the backside rather sharply. The blow landed with a harsh snap, sounding like a bullet fired from a machinist's rifle.\n\nIt was hot, red hot. Yet, unlike the paddle, the bite was surface level. Still, it hurt, with the force all concentrated on a small singular point. It was enough to make her yank forwards, pulling upon the rope before being forced back into her prior position by the unforgiving bondage.\n\nAz's voice rose in an anguished yelp and her cheeks burned with shame. That was the first note of legitimate pain that she'd surrendered this session, proof that this supposedly weak little mage had more bite than she let on.\n\n``Adorable,'' Y'shtola teased.\n\nAz looked down at the floor. \n\nThe pain had also caused her cunt to grow so very hot. She wished that she had some means of stimulating it.\n\nShe then jerked to attention, remembering that she was supposed to count. ``One!''\n\n``Oh, someone nearly forgot,'' Y'shtola chided, shaking her head. ``But I suppose that I can let that one slide. Just because you sound so embarrassed right now.'' She purred. ``I love it when you sound embarrassed.''\n\nAz steeled herself, not wanting to sound embarrassed again. She was not the kind of person who would take her submission lightly. As she reached up, she gripped the rope, digging her fingers into the cord and holding onto it firmly.\n\nY'shtola moved the crop to the other cheek and snapped it down, just as firmly as before. The bite was no less intense. \n\nBut this time Az was ready for it as she steeled herself, barely even sighing at the pain inflicted.\n\n``Two,'' she declared.\n\nY'shtola took turns, switching between her cheeks with each of the blows. The next six came in rapid succession. Each of them was regular and hit a different part of her already enflamed backside, crisscrossing the various marks already present.\n\n``Three,'' Az counted, feeling her voice shake. She grunted and drew in a breath. ``Four... five...''\n\nY'shtola smirked.\n\n``Thank you, Mistress Ruhl,'' Az declared before closing her eyes. ``Six... seven... eight...''\n\n``Eight?'' Y'shtola asked, the smallest edge lingering in the fringes of her voice. ``Are you certain that's correct?''\n\nWas she right? She couldn't really recall. Sure, she was positive that there had only been six blows but would Y'shtola really be asking if that were the case?\n\nWhat if there was an extra blow and she'd forgotten to count it? What if there had only been five and she'd overestimated the number in her beleaguered mind?\n\n``I...'' Az drew in a breath, shaking her head. ``Nine...''\n\nY'shtola hissed. ``I'm sorry Az but...'' As she scoffed, her warm breath licked at the back of her neck. ``I'd only given you eight.'' She sighed. ``Back to zero it is.''\n\nAz whined. ``Come on!''\n\n``Az,'' Y'shtola warned, coming over to a position in front of her. She tapped a finger against her own cheek, visibly pondering something. ``The rules of this game are simple. Or at least I thought they were simple.'' She reached out with the crop and held it under her chin, using the tip to force her gaze upwards. ``Are you struggling with this lesson?''\n\nAz looked off to the side and said nothing to that. She wanted to rebut and say that the game was unfair. But at the end of the day, each of the mistakes were admittedly her fault.\n\nWell... maybe except for the auracite question. That was just a dick move.\n\n``Maybe it's time for me to employ another lesson,'' Y'shtola said, drawing away and making her way back over to the sack which lingered on the floor. ``Clearly corporal punishment isn't having the desired effect that I wanted. You're still far too disobedient for my liking.''\n\nAz huffed. ``You want to see disobedient?''\n\n``Yes please,'' Y'shtola replied, taking her time to place each of the previous items back inside. She didn't bother even looking at her. ``The more you rebel, the more satisfaction I'll feel when I eventually get around to breaking you.''\n\nAz worked her jaw, feeling that ache in her backside while also picking up on that twin desire in her crotch. She felt denied, needy, wanting nothing more than a little attention. So, she decided to say the only thing she could think of to get that attention.\n\n``Water, water, froth, and foam,'' Az chided, flashing a great big smile.\n\nY'shtola tensed and looked momentarily struck into silence by that choice of language. However, she was quick to replace her shock with a dark little smile. ``I see you want my worst.'' She started to pull new items out of her bag. ``In that case, I can provide.''\n\nHer new selection of items included another bundle of cord, a long bamboo shoot, some sort of white wand, and a belt. An interesting collection of items all things considered.\n\nY'shtola grabbed the bamboo and the rope, coming over with both. She gave her hand a quick whisk through the air and the rope around Az's wrists came undone, falling away easily enough. \n\nThis allowed Az to settle upon her feet and rest comfortably, pulling both of her arms down for the first time this session. She hadn't realized how sore she'd really been until there was an absence of pressure upon her frame.\n\nY'shtola came up behind her and held the bamboo against her back, just under her shoulders. This would allow her to spread her arms along the length of it. Something which she did, grabbing the bamboo and holding onto it tightly. After all, it didn't exactly take an expert to figure out what Mistress Ruhl wanted from her in that regard.\n\nIt was just long enough that she could completely spread her arms but short enough that she was still able to hook her hands around the ends of it, grabbing hold.\n\nShe was curious where exactly this was heading.\n\nThis seemed to please Y'shtola as she started to wind the rope around her arms in several places, each of these binds fusing her further to the thick bamboo. By the time that she was done, there would be no moving her arms against the unforgiving material. She was forced to keep them spread and out of the way.\n\n``We're going to try another form of teaching,'' Y'shtola commented. ``Something a little more intense to see if you are capable of retaining your lessons in the first place.'' She grinned and rested a hand upon her side, tenderly stroking it. ``Unless you wish to tap out.''\n\n``Never,'' Az grumbled.\n\nThis was far too hot to dare stop.\n\nY'shtola chuckled and moved to a position in front of Az, making a show of tying a knot with the other length of rope. She was slow with her work, giving her ward plenty of time to see what she was doing. Little by little the knot started to take shape until finally, she presented Az with a...\n\nA noose!?\n\nAz swallowed a lump in her throat. Yet, that fateful word remained locked behind her lips. This was the good kind of scary, the hot kind of scary.\n\nY'shtola threw it over Az's head and then used her magic to affix it to the rafters above. There was still a little slack to it, giving her some room to move around and bend her knees. Yet, only by a small degree. However, if she wanted to breathe then she would be forced to stand.\n\nIt seemed that her Mistress predicted a slight problem as she took off her own choker and slid it into Az's opened hand.\n\n``Drop that and I'll unbind you in an instant,'' Y'shtola dictated, waving her hand.\n\nShe moved away and grabbed the final two items, the belt and the strange white wand. As she returned with them, she knelt before Az and pressed the wand between her legs, positioning the foamed tip directly against her cunt. Once it was in position, she then used the belt to affix it around one of her thighs, denying her the freedom to easily knock it away.\n\nAz had a pretty good idea what this was meant for. Yet, Y'shtola confirmed this suspicion as she snapped her fingers. The wand immediately came to life and started to vibrate, rumbling against her soaking wet hole.\n\n``White auracite can be such a versatile mineral,'' Y'shtola commented.\n\nThe vibrations were enough to make Az moan, gasping for breath. Clearly this was the carrot after getting the stick.\n\n``You'll remember your place by the end of our time together,'' Y'shtola commented, reaching up and caressing her cheek. ``You put on a strong show, oh noble Warrior of Light, but by the end of this, you will be my obedient toy.''\n\nAz grunted a response, looking off to the side. If this was the worst that Y'shtola could offer then she felt pretty secure resisting.\n\nY'shtola brushed a hand down from her cheek and across the rope which cradled her throat. She held a thumb against the fibre and moved it along the material before drifting down her shoulder and towards her perky breasts. Carefully, she seized one of those little silver studs, giving it a playful tweak between her forefinger and thumb.\n\n``You doubt me,'' she commented. ``I can feel it in your energy.''\n\nAz grunted. ``Never.''\n\nShe couldn't bother to make her lie sound even remotely legitimate.\n\nY'shtola drew away and made her way over to her desk, grabbing her book from upon it. With it in hand, she made her way over to the room's bed, laying down upon it. She idly flipped through the pages, scanning them with her finger.\n\nAz just stood there, grunting as she shuffled in her position. Sure, it wasn't easy to just stand there but it also wasn't too taxing. If anything, she could keep this up for hours even with her legs wobbling against the ceaseless nature of the vibrator.\n\nThat accessory was a pleasant surprise, in all honesty, feeding into that warmth within her belly. It felt shocking to get a reward after being so disobedient in the first place.\n\nBut Y'shtola never did something if it wasn't part of her plan.\n\nAz kept an eye on her, wondering what exactly she was gearing up for. It felt like the rope around her throat was a part of it. But wasn't that a bit intense even for her?\n\nIf it's so intense then why don't you call it off? Maybe she just knows your fetishes better than you do? You have always been a little bit of a freak when you're around her.\n\nY'shtola reached up and snapped her fingers just like a certain ascian would. As if on cue two things happened at once. First the vibrator amped up by a noticeable degree. At the same time, the rope tightened and Az was forced back onto her tippy toes, straining terribly in order to maintain balance.\n\nAh... there it was.\n\nAz gasped for breath, feeling that rope tighten around her neck. It dug into her throat, compressing it just a little and making her breath rasp as she struggled to take it in. Her poor calves burned as she forced herself to stay upright for probably the tenth time this night. It was a test of endurance, through and through.\n\n``Fuck,'' she groaned.\n\nY'shtola held a finger to her own lips and loudly shushed her, flipping to the next page in her book.\n\nThe position was a struggle to maintain but that was only half the battle. The vibrator, which had seemed like a strange reward, was now making its more sinister features known. It had a way of destabilizing her, making her pesky legs wobble even further as she tried to remain upright.\n\n``Mistress Ruhl,'' Az groaned, letting out a choked note of duress. \n\nY'shtola glanced up from her book and lifted a brow. She said nothing as she simply nodded towards Az's closed fist where that choker remained. The message was clear. Don't bother her unless she was actually looking to tap out.\n\nBut Az wasn't throwing in the towel just yet.\n\nShe choked and sputtered, feeling her body pulled taut. There was a river flowing between her thighs and her cunt was begging for release. At the very least, it seemed that she was going to get an orgasm out of this.\n\nY'shtola continued to ignore her, reading her book. It made Az feel like she was nothing more than a decoration, a piece of art, something to be looked at but not interfered with. A part of her wondered how far her Mistress would be willing to push things.\n\nOnly it seemed that maybe Y'shtola disinterest wasn't entirely sincere. \n\nAz watched as she idly reached for the bottom of her dress and lifted the hem upwards, carefully dipping her hand in underneath the material. Her digits found a home between her legs, rubbing at something down there.\n\nHer mask was perfect, however, not betraying even a hint of emotion nor pleasure. She merely stroked at whatever lingered under her attire, still brushing her finger over the page of her book in order to read it.\n\nAz let out a choking note. ``Y'shtola...''\n\n``Shush or I'll gag you,'' Y'shtola said, shaking her head. ``It's hard to read while you're grovelling like that.''\n\nShe purposefully flipped to another page, humming as she read it.\n\nThe vibrator hit just hard enough to make Az's knees momentarily buckle, her calves screaming at her as they finally gave out. Gravity was quick to take advantage as the rope cut into her throat, suffocating her totally.\n\nAz let out a few sputtering notes, choking crudely. Yet, she soon managed to get back to her feet, rasping desperately for air as she pushed herself back up. But she knew that she was only delaying the inevitable, her legs were simply too exhausted to hold out much longer.\n\n``That doesn't bode well,'' Y'shtola teased, shaking her head. ``You're already giving out and I still have so much of this book left to read.''\n\nAz looked over, her eyes growing wide. She could count that there were probably more than a hundred pages left in that epic. Surely, her Mistress didn't intend to read the entire thing before letting her down? There was no way that she'd even consider that, right?\n\n...\n\nWould she?\n\nThe vibrator didn't provide an answer. But what it did provide was a constant and relentless form of stimulation. She was being ushered towards the brink and every passing moment made it more and more pressing.\n\nAz gritted her teeth and tried to stay upright but her balance was now all sorts of fucked up. The rope kept biting into her throat, making her increasingly light-headed as she struggled for what little air she could get.\n\nAn orgasm would ruin her. She knew that her knees would give out and she'd be left hanging with nothing but her neck for support.\n\nY'shtola flipped to another page in the book. ``Once you?re done with your little hissy fit, I can't wait to share what I've discovered with you.'' She smirked. ``I'll even make sure to simplify it.''\n\nAz wanted to growl but that would've required air that she didn't have.\n\nOnly, that became the least of her concerns.\n\nThat tension in her belly was still growing. It became more and more pressing until finally she stood upon the precipice. There was no delaying the inevitable as the thunderclap finally hit. \n\nHer core shuddered as she felt the heat inside finally burst. Her orgasm came quickly and it came hard as it rocked her body so totally. The euphoria was blissful, causing every fibre of her being to quiver and quake with an energy that felt nearly divine to experience. It was everything she ever wanted as a triumphant flood of pure bliss poured down her aching thighs, drizzling onto the floor below.\n\nBut then came the stick to act as a terrible companion to her orgasm's carrot. \n\nHer knees gave out and she collapsed forwards, only being supported by the rope around her neck. She choked, hacking and sputtering for whatever she could get. Her flow of air was now totally cut off, reduced to a few desperate and sputtering notes of pure duress.\n\nShe tried to push herself up but she was unable to. Her knees were simply too weak from the orgasm and her calves were imbued with an agonizing fire. Every time she thought that she found purchase, they buckled and gave out. This meant that she was just uselessly pawing at the floor with no hope of finding purchase.\n\n``So noisy,'' Y'shtola chided.\n\nAz looked towards her hand and knew that there was no coming back from this. She released her grip and the choker fell from her grasp. It loudly clattered upon the ground, jostling so loudly\n\nY'shtola perked up and quickly whisked her finger through the air. \n\nThe rope around Az's neck extended and she fell to the floor, managing to land upon her knees and not collapse completely. Az wolfed down breath, panting desperately for every little whiff of the stuff. It took a couple desperate puffs before the fire started to fade but even then, the memory of the burn was still more than present. A reminder of what disobedience earned her.\n\nY'shtola bounced to her feet as she rushed over. She took a knee next to Az and immediately started on the binds, plucking at them, one after another. ``How are you feeling?''\n\n``Good,'' Az rasped, chuckling. Her amusement sounded as exhausted as she currently felt but she didn't have the willpower to mask that. ``Holy shit. That was the best orgasm I've had in weeks.''\n\nY'shtola smirked and kissed her on the forehead. ``You are always so much fun to play with.'' She managed to loosen the binds enough that she could now pull the noose away entirely. ``Was I too harsh with you?''\n\n``I like it harsh,'' Az teased, closing her eyes. She leaned against Mistress Ruhl for support, resting her tired cheek upon her shoulder. ``You know that.''\n\n``Yes, it's a very concerning quality of yours,'' Y'shtola ribbed, briefly stroking her hair before moving onto the various binds which held the bamboo in place. ``And I am starting to wonder if I might be enabling an unhealthy habit in you.''\n\nAz smirked. ``You worry too much.''\n\n``And you worry far too little,'' Y'shtola shot back, loudly clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth.\n\nThe bamboo finally fell away and the rest of the rope with it. \n\nAz's hands sunk to her side with her arms simply being too heavy to lift. She felt exhausted, totally devoid of anything approaching strength. Honestly, she very likely could've fallen asleep right there and then. \n\nAs she shuffled around, she could feel the various bruises on her backside, the stiffness that dominated her legs, and the various rope marks which lingered upon her body like tracks left behind by a rampaging cart. It would seem that she had a very good time.\n\n``Come on,'' Y'shtola said, slowly helping Az to her feet. ``It'll be easier to tend to you in bed.''\n\nAz wanted to protest, feeling her legs burn as she was helped onto them. Yet, she managed to get up with her Mistress' aid. Together, the two of them slowly made their way over to the bed. It was pathetic, like leading a newborn fawn to safety.\n\nOnce there, Y'shtola let go and Az fell face first upon the sheets, landing in a heap.\n\n``Fuck me,'' she groaned.\n\nY'shtola smirked. ``Maybe later.''\n\nShe slid onto the bed as well, laying down next to Az. Her hand soon rested upon her side, using her leverage to pull her fully onto the mattress and into a proper cuddle. There were few people who would dare consider themselves the big spoon of Az but Y'shtola was one of the few who could claim such a title.\n\nAs she held Az close, she also reached up and touched a hand to her throat. It wasn't an act of intimidation. In fact, it was the opposite as a glow appeared from her fingers. Soon a soothing coolness sunk into the various rope marks, erasing them with ease.\n\nAftercare with a qualified healer was always an interesting experience.\n\n``Thank you,'' Az mumbled.\n\n``How are your legs?'' Y'sthola asked, finishing a line of healing wards around the full circumference of Az's throat. They helped immensely, doing away with any lingering irritation. ``Will they heal on their own or do you need me to take care of them?''\n\nAz scoffed. ``Feels like I just ran a mile in full armour but...'' She shook her head. ``That'll go away tomorrow... I hope.''\n\nY'shtola nodded and kissed her on the back of the neck, stroking at her side with that carrying hand of hers. Her other hand drifted down the length of Az's arm as she started to bathe them in the same coolness, erasing every place that the ropes had dug in and rubbed raw.\n\nMaybe it wasn't the safest way to do these naughty things but Az trusted Y'shtola to clean up her mistakes. An ounce of trust was worth far more than any amount of proper procedure in Az's books.\n\n``Would you like me to take care of the bruises on your backside?'' Y'shtola asked. ``Or would you prefer if I left you with the reminder?''\n\nAz shivered, really thinking about it. She could feel the ache in her haunches, just imagining what they would become in the morning. They were already so tender and she knew that these were a canvas of purples and blues in their early stages of development.\n\n``I...'' she closed her eyes, really thinking about it. She of course had a busy day tomorrow. Just like she had a busy day yesterday. And just like she would likely know nothing but busy days until the eventual end of her life. But she kind of liked the pain, the ache, and the irritation of them. ``Leave them.''\n\nY'shtola nodded. ``I'll just clean up the scratches then.''\n\nShe moved her hand down and rested it upon Az's rump. Even a gentle touch made her hiss, feeling those delicate little fingers returning to the scene of the crime. As promised, she only did a modest amount of healing, leaving much of the ache intact.\n\nOnce finished, she then threw both of her weak mage arms around Az, pulling her in close and squeezing her tightly against her body. ``How are you feeling?'' \n\nAz smirked. ``Like I've been tormented by a cruel bitch.'' She scoffed, closing her eyes. ``So pretty good.''\n\n``Glad to hear it,'' Y'shtola replied.\n\n``Though...'' Az snickered. ``I don't know if this is going to correct my behaviour. In fact, I think you kind of reinforced my desire to be a brat.''\n\n``Alas...'' Y'shtola tutted, shaking her head. ``I'll just have to live with the consequences.''\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Radz-at-Han was beautiful yet utterly chaotic. The streets were colourful and brimming with life with all manner of individuals walking around. There were vendors hawking baubles of every hue, restaurants that assaulted Az with the smell of spices and meats, and music seeming to leak out of every crack and crevice that she walked by. All of her senses were bordering on overstimulation at this point, leaving her mind buzzing and energetic.

It was nice to actually experience this city without the threat of the world ending bearing down upon her.

She floated along, taking a sip from the cup of chai within her hand. Her footwork was delicate, weaving between creatures many times larger than herself. She knew streets like these, busy and easy to get trampled underfoot if you weren't paying attention.

It was also easy to lose your money if you weren't...

Az yanked her hip to the side, avoiding a tiny hand reaching for her coin purse. She met the child's confusion with a sharp glare which seemed to be enough to make them scamper away, looking rather sheepish about getting caught.

The child was bold, she had to admit as much. A coward wouldn't try to pickpocket a paladin, especially one armed with a steel blade and bearing a heavy shield upon her back.

Tanking had never been her strong suit but her recent voyage into the depths of Thavnair's waters had seen her take the lead with Raha, Estinien, and Y'shtola.

Another hand nipped for her belt, so she diverted paths and headed back towards her inn. It would seem that her patience for the streets was rapidly waning.

Az couldn't help but wonder why she seemed like such an easy mark. After all, she was a street kid, a former urchin. Though she caught her reflection in a bank of mirrors as she headed down the street. She hated to admit it but she looked like an easy mark, having the air of someone travelling from abroad.

Her attire was pricey, far removed from her troubled youth. She wore tight grey jeans and a flowing shirt made of many multi-coloured and expensive fabrics. There was also a pointed black tricorn perched upon her head made of a fine felt with a single exotic feather poking out from it. In all honesty, she would've pickpocketed herself too if the positions were reversed.

Though there was no point lamenting this as she returned to the inn, finishing off the last of her chai as she entered. She left the cup on a tray in the lobby.

Another cup would've been nice but she instead headed up the stairs and made her way towards her room. The inn was nice, classy, the kind of place that someone who wanted to get pickpocketed would've stayed at. A mild curse of being the Warrior of Light, worthy of such accommodations in the first place.

As she returned to her room, she eased through the door, sighing as she did so. She couldn't remember leaving the lights on but she wasn't too alarmed either. It wasn't like there were really any enemies left to leave assassins waiting for her.

``Did you have a nice day out on the town?'' a catty voice greeted.

Az perked up and glanced towards the desk within her room.

Y'shtola was seated right there, casually running her finger across the pages of a book. She offered a thin smile but didn't look directly at Az, instead focusing those grey eyes upon the wall directly in front of herself.

``What are you doing here?'' Az asked, removing her scabbard and leaning it against the wall. ``Not that I'm complaining just...''

``Do you remember our conversation back in the vault?'' Y'shtola interrupted.

Az sighed as she shrugged off her shield, placing it next to her sword. What exactly was Y'shtola talking...

``You and I will speak later...''

A chill crawled up the length of Az's spine and her eyes widened, just a little. She swore that her pulse quickened. Hell, it almost felt like some sinister musical note played out across the entirety of reality itself.

``Oh fantastic, you do,'' Y'shtola teased.

She closed her book, snapping the cover shut quite sharply. The noise was loud enough that Az tensed, gritting her teeth together. It felt wrong that she should act like this but this woman had a teacherly quality to her, managing to make the tension in the room thick enough that you very well could've severed it with a blade.

``So...'' Y'shtola pushed her chair back and stood up. ``I was wondering if we could talk about that little incident.''

She turned to face Az and folded her arms in front of her chest. Her gaze was unfocused and lost but Az could still feel her aetherial vision as it focused upon her very essence. This was far more intense than just regular eyes as it felt like her very soul was being stared down by some sort of predator.

Az chuckled, blushing as she realized how nervous she sounded. ``You know that I was just joking around.''

``Joking?'' Y'shtola tilted her head to the side. ``Do you enjoy embarrassing me?''

The thin smile she offered felt like a test.

Az bit her lip and looked off to the side, hoping that such minute changes in her disposition weren't readable with whatever magic Y'shtola used. ``No... of course not.''

``Did I train you to embarrass me?'' Y'shtola followed up.

Train you...

Az's cheeks warmed. ``Pardon?''

She felt like she should've been offended by that claim. Yet, she was already on the backfoot and only capable of feeling shock.

Y'shtola lifted a hand and snapped her fingers, the note echoing throughout the room. It managed to make Az tense as if she were some sort of hunting hound being summoned and commanded about.

How was this witch so good at reading me?

Y'shtola smirked. ``See! I was good enough to train you to respond to a snap but I couldn't stop you from making an ass of me in front of the others?'' She tutted and shook her head, doing so rather purposefully. ``I suppose that some more training will be in order.''

``Excuse me,'' Az huffed.

``Less talking, dear,'' Y'shtola chided, sounding sharp and to the point.

Az shut up and then hated herself for shutting up.

``Though now I'm curious if you are even worth training in the first place,'' Y'shtola commented, humming. ``You were rather disappointing today.''

Disappointing...

Coming from her, that felt real, like letting down a favoured tutor. It had the same energy as getting caught disobeying a parent.

``Are you worth training?'' Y'shtola asked. It was hard to tell if she was talking to herself or addressing Az directly.

Az just stood still, gritting her teeth.

``You can answer me,'' Y'shtola added, that seemingly constant smile still glued to her lips. ``We aren't in scene yet.''

Az sighed. ``I think so.''

``I want to hear you say it,'' Y'shtola said.

Az flushed. ``I...'' She sighed and felt a fresh heat creep into her cheeks. ``I'm worth training.''

``Well, it certainly doesn't sound like you believe yourself,'' Y'shtola murmured, shaking her head slowly. She then pointed down at a spot on the floor, right in front of herself. ``Come over here.''

Az shuffled over, feeling her feet drag. Yet, she still came over, looking at the ground all the while.

``On your knees,'' Y'shtola corrected.

Az paused mid stride, still glaring at the ground. There was no way that she was going to do that. No way in a million years.

Right?

Oh... who am I kidding?

She fell to her knees, still looking down at the floor as she did so. She couldn't bring herself to look up and meet Y'shtola's unwavering gaze.

``I am nothing if not forgiving,'' Y'shtola teased, reaching out and placing her hand upon the back of Az's head. She gently ran her fingers through her dark locks, being so tender with them. ``Apologize for embarrassing me.''

Az drew in a breath, balling her hands into fists. She didn't have to do this. Why was she doing this? She was the fucking Warrior of Light, she didn't...

``I am sorry for embarrassing you,'' she whispered.

``Embarrassing who?'' Y'shtola asked, lifting a brow.

``You...'' Az shivered before adding. ``Mistress Ruhl.''

She built up the courage to look up, seeing that the woman was looking at her with an almost uninterested air about her. Her gaze was off in the distance, as if Az was a mere afterthought to something more important.

Y'shtola then moved her hand away from her hair and instead cupped her chin with it, using it to pull Az's gaze upwards. She forced her to look into those bored grey eyes. Even blinded, she still found a way to bury her gaze right into Az's soul, sending a chill crawling through the very essence of her being.

``I forgive you,'' Y'shtola stated. She slid her hand up from her chin and instead firmly patted her on the cheek. It wasn't quite a slap but it was still heavy enough to make her flinch with every rhythmic tap. After doing that, she then placed two fingers against Az's tightly pressed lips. ``Open.''

Az flushed but obeyed the command, parting those lips for her Mistress. She shivered as she felt those fingers push inside and ease into her mouth. Those digits explored her palate, tracing along her tongue as they ventured so deep inside.

``That being said...'' Y'shtola continued to push further, not stopping until those fingers were all the way down to the knuckles. The tip of her nails tickled at the very back of Az's throat as she gently prodded at it. ``If you are going to act like a beast then I will have to train you like a beast.''

It took a lot of willpower not to gag, feeling those fingers at the depths they were. It felt like a test, something designed to see if Az would crack, seeing if she would disappoint Y'shtola for a second time so soon after the first. And she did her best not to let her down, not to embarrass herself in her presence.

Thankfully, Y'shtola soon drew those fingers away and instead held them in front of Az's face. It was like she was showing off the way that her saliva clung to them. It hung in heavy strands of spittle which linked her fingers together in a crude web. Each droplet of moisture glimmered so beautifully in the light of the chamber.

Those fingers couldn't speak but they did send a message.

Look what you did, look what you're willing to do to please me.

``Thank me for taking the time to correct you,'' Y'shtola stated.

Az felt so hot in her cheeks. A part of her wanted to rebut and put up some token amount of resistance.

Who was this woman? Thinking that she could just strut into the room and take command like that? It felt wrong that she, the Warrior of fucking Light, would cave so easily to her demands.

But... well... Az had been trained before. She knew that she could bark, maybe even growl, but by the end of this sordid affair, she would be a whimpering little mess bathed in her Mistress' juices. So, why not skip to the best parts?

``Thank you for taking the time to correct me,'' Az whispered.

Y'shtola offered a thin smile. ``I do believe that this is progress.'' She patted the top of her head with the very same hand that'd been in her mouth, ruffling her hair with fluid-drenched fingers. ``Good girl. Now bark for me.''

Az's eyes widened. ``What?''

``Did I stutter?'' Y'shtola replied, sounding a bit curter than before.

Az shivered and opened her mouth, having a false start in attempting to make the requested noise. Yet, she soon let out this adorable little yipping sound. Her cheeks warmed to an even brighter shade of red as she saw Y'shtola's smile grow.

She had never done something like that before. How could she have just done that?

``Good girl,'' Y'shtola said. She drew away and casually made her way over to the middle of the room. ``Now please lose your attire.''

She didn't even bother looking at Az as she went over to a bag that was laid out upon the floor in the very corner of the room. Az hadn't noticed it until now. It would seem that her Mistress had come prepared for this little event.

Az drew in a breath and reached for the bottom of her blouse, carefully popping open the buttons on it, one after another. As she worked on her shirt, she could feel the wetness of her mound, shifting around within her tight grey pants.

Honestly, the act of disrobing was appreciated. It gave her something to focus on, keeping her distracted from the growing maelstrom within her mind. She still couldn't believe that she was giving in this easily. Perhaps she should put up some faux resistance at the very least. Just enough to prove that she wasn't a total pushover.

Once her blouse was opened, she shed it and then tugged off her undershirt, tossing it onto a pile that was now taking shape on the floor. This left her completely topless.

``Remember your linkpearl,'' Y'shtola teased, making a show of taking hers off and placing it upon the dresser. ``I would prefer to not have a repeat of you and Thancred's little misadventure.''

Az groaned. ``Is everyone going to remind me of that?''

``I mean...'' Y'shtola shrugged. ``Probably. You have to admit that it was a little funny.''

Az didn't reply to that and instead focused on removing the rest of her attire. She unbuttoned her fly and wiggled out of her pants, kicking them and her panties away from herself. They joined the pile. With them gone, she was now totally naked, sitting cross-legged on the floor.

``What are you going to do to me?'' Az asked.

Y'shtola hummed. ``Some things that you'll probably enjoy.''

Unhelpful but Az knew that it wouldn't really be any fun if she just revealed her hand outright. This woman had a keen sense for knowing what exactly Az wanted even if she wasn't fully aware of it herself.

``Do you remember your safeword?'' Y'shtola asked.

Az nodded. ``Aetheryte.''

``Simple enough to remember but obscure enough that I find it extremely unlikely that it'll come up in the midst of our upcoming discussion,'' Y'shtola teased, nodding to herself.

She then hummed and studied the room, looking up at the ceiling. Az followed her gaze and tried to parse what exactly her Mistress saw. To her, it just seemed to be a pretty average ceiling, unfinished with numerous supporting pillars running across it. A little odd for a place this nice but nothing out of the ordinary when it came to the sort of inns that she usually stayed at.

Y'shtola snapped her fingers, making Az tense. It was that nonverbal command again, the kind of signal that made her instinctively stir to attention.

``Stand up,'' Y'shtola commanded. ``And make your way over to the centre of the room.''

Az got up and did as she was told, moving over to the requested spot. She placed her hands overtop of each other, resting them beneath her belly.

Y'shtola summoned a quick ward and the bag in her hands suddenly shifted as there was something inside of it. She opened it and drew out a bundle of hemp rope. This was the good stuff, crafted from the finest products that Gridania's botanists could get their hands on, being saturated with all sorts of nice smelling natural oils.

Az could appreciate the craftsmanship but did appreciate the other product derived from it better.

``Hands together in front of yourself,'' Y'shtola ordered.

Az uncrossed her arms and instead pressed her wrists together. This was just the way that Mistress Ruhl had taught her, ensuring that there was no risk in terms of cutting off her blood circulation.

Y'shtola came over and started to wind the rope around them, coiling it again and again. After a couple of loops, she then tied it together with an especially sturdy knot. It wasn't overly tight but it was more than strong enough to stop Az from slipping out of it without assistance.

``How is the tightness?'' Y'shtola asked.

Az grinned and tested it, pleased with how it felt. It was just tight enough to give her flesh a comforting squeeze, making its restrictive nature felt. Yet, it wasn't so tight that it would hurt. ``Feels great.''

``Glad to hear it,'' Y'shtola said. She waved her finger through the air and the end of the rope lifted upwards on its own. This end of the cord wound around one of the supporting beams above, doing so a couple times before affixing itself with an especially strong knot. ``It's important that you're comfortable. After all, you're going to be like that for a while.''

Az swallowed a lump in her throat.

Her arms were now well above her head and there wasn't much slack to the hemp. She wasn't forced onto her tippy toes but she also couldn't lower her arms very easily either. All in all, she was left utterly exposed with her body laid out for whatever Y'shtola had in mind.

Y'shtola took immediate advantage of this as she seized one of Az's breasts and gave it a firm squeeze. She wasn't too rough, more feeling it up then actually crushing the bud. But still, it was a show of force, proving that she could do whatever she pleased and Az was powerless to stop her.

Her other hand drifted over as she traced it along Az's side. The nails on her hand were long as she dug them in, drawing hot white lines across her flesh. Not deep enough to draw blood but definitely deep enough to leave those delicate markings behind.

Az hissed, cringing at the sensation. But she kept a stiff upper lip. She wouldn't dare break that easily.

Y'shtola didn't stop until she had traced a series of lines across the horizontal length of her belly and then along her other side, leaving four long white steaks upon her flesh. ``I am going to beat you.''

Az scoffed. ``Is that so?''

``It is,'' Y'shtola said, perking up. ``I find it very therapeutic and have a feeling that you'll feel the same way by the time that I'm done with you.''

She snapped her fingers and her bag opened across the room. A leather accessory spewed forth from inside and floated over, falling into her extended hand. It was a black collar with a silvery ring on the front. She didn't spare any time as she pulled it around Az's throat.

``Kinky,'' Az teased.

Y'shtola scoffed. ``Is that surprising?''

``Not in the slightest,'' Az replied, smirking. ``Honestly, I'm used to it when it comes to you.''

``I know what my toys like,'' Y'shtola said, reaching down and gripping her tail. She yanked back upon it, using her leverage to pull Az against her frame.

Az didn't like getting her tail pulled. And she knew that Y'shtola knew as much.

So, she gritted her teeth, feeling her aggravation bubbling to the surface. She knew that her hackles had risen, tension painted as clear as day through her posture and twitching ears. ``Bitch.''

``Such language,'' Y'shtola chastised, drawing away. She smacked Az on the bottom, clapping her palm down rather firmly upon her bare flank. ``Who taught you to speak to me like that?''

Az flushed, almost immediately realizing her mistake. ``My apologies, Mistress Ruhl.''

``Your apologies are becoming rather cheap,'' Y'shtola chided, tutting as she slowly circled around Az.

Az cracked open an eye and watched the way that she was looking her over, like she was a piece of meat.

``You know it's been far too long since I got you in this sort of position,'' Y'shtola added.

She stopped in front of Az and placed her hand upon her belly. Her finger glided across her flesh, pressing just deep enough to sting and make her hiss.  This time she left vertical lines, adding four more of them. These felt so much more intense than the prior group as they crisscrossed the marks already left behind.

Az bit her lip. ``One of those little things we missed out on with the whole world ending.''

``I suppose that I will have to make up for lost time.'' She lifted her hand and cupped Az's chin. Her grip was just tight enough to force her to make eye contact. ``But I'm sure that you won't mind that, now, will you?''

Az flashed a coy little smile. ``Just hope that you can keep up.''

Y'shtola scoffed but didn't rise to the challenge. Instead, she leaned in and gave Az a kiss, a mere peck upon the lips. It wasn't as hungry as it could've been. Honestly, it felt like another show of force, proving that she could steal whatever bit of Az's autonomy that she wanted whenever she desired it.

``We're going to start with corporal punishment,'' Y'shtola teased. ``It wasn't a method that Master Matoya used but I heard that it was popular amongst some of the archons in Sharlayan for correcting wayward students.''

Az chuckled. ``You really think that a little bit of spanking is going to fix my attitude?''

Y'shtola's eyes widened and Az swore that they sparkled at her challenge. There was a slight upturn in her lips, that sadistic undertone really making itself known. It was clear that Az had just challenged her and that nothing could possibly undermine her high.

``This is going to be so much fun,'' was all she said.

She moved over to the bed and sat down upon the edge of it, crossing one leg over the other. Once more, she turned to that empty bag on the floor, picking it up and placing it upon her lap.

``What to use? What to use?'' she asked herself.

Az watched as Y'shtola circled a finger through the air, making the bag take shape as it was filled with something. She reached inside and plucked out what looked like a small handheld rowing oar made of a sturdy wood. With a quick nod she placed it aside. Then she did so again and again, each time filling the bag with an item before removing it. By the end, her arsenal included the oar, a gnarled stick, a riding crop, and an armoured glove.

Each of the items was purposefully laid out upon the bed, forming a neat and orderly row. Though for now, Y'shtola selected none of them as she instead got back to her feet.

``This is how this is going to work,'' she instructed, folding her hands behind her back as she slowly walked over. Her tone was crisp, teacherly, having that slightly judgemental quality to it. ``You will count each lash out loud. For every fifth lash, you will thank me. For every tenth lash, you'll be asked a question that I expect you to answer correctly. We will start with thirty lashes and see how your behavior is after that.''

Az rolled her eyes. ``Uh huh...''

If the worst that Y'shtola could bring to bear were those weak little mage arms then this wasn't nearly as scary as she was making it out to be.

If her indifference got to Y'shtola, it was impossible to really tell. ``You know it wasn't that long enough that you were calling me Mistress Ruhl.''

``I can't make it too easy for you,'' Az teased, winking at her.

Y'shtola looked taken aback, blinking. But she soon smiled, getting this giddy little shiver visibly running up the length of her spine.

``I am really happy that you said that,'' Y'shtola teased, moving over and placing her hand upon Az's side. She gently rubbed a finger across the risen flesh of the scratches she'd left behind. It irritated the marks but not too badly. ``You have no idea how genuinely happy that makes me. It's always so much more fun to discipline someone who actually deserves it.'' She then cleared her throat. ``In the event that you somehow lose track of the number, then I will be starting back at zero. The same goes for failing to thank me or answer my question correctly.''

Az nodded.

Y'shtola now stood behind Az, slightly off to the side. She rested her palm upon Az's bare rump and gripped it, squeezing it firmly enough to be felt.

``Breathe in,'' Y'shtola said.

Az drew a breath in.

And that's when Y'shtola stuck, drawing back and then hitting Az on the rump with a decent amount of heft. Enough to clap for sure, bringing about this satisfying sting which radiated a sharp warmth across the surface of Az's hindquarters.

Az let out the breath that she'd been holding, shivering as she felt the tenderness left behind by the impact. ``One.''

Y'shtola drew back and then delivered another blow to her other cheek, hitting it with just as much force as before. The clap was just as satisfying, spreading this tender warmth equally throughout both of her cheeks.

``Two,'' Az said. ``Is that really all that you've got?''

This was going to be easy.

Y'shtola hummed. ``This is just a warm up, dear. But if you want me to go harder...''

She suddenly drew her hand back by a decent degree and then smacked it down firmly, clapping it against her flesh with a generous amount of heft. The snap was far harsher, still pleasant but more than enough to draw a shocked gasp from between Az's lips. The warmth also burrowed beneath the surface as it went deep and infected her muscles. There was now a proper smouldering warmth down there, radiating throughout her flesh.

``Three,'' Az said, puffing out her chest and trying her best to seem tough.

She wasn't going to crack.

Y'shtola drew back and smacked down again and again, twice more in quick succession. The blows were of a milder intensity but still more than the first two, driving that pleasant ache into Az's flesh. If she didn't know any better, it almost seemed like she was starting to grow wet at the sensation of being spanked.

Each lash also made Az's legs wobble, shivering against the first whispers of fatigue.

``Four,'' Az stated, biting her lip. Her cheeks warmed in preparation for what she was about to say. ``Five. Thank you, Mistress Ruhl.''

``There it is!'' Y'shtola chided, tutting as she shook her head. ``Almost thought that you'd forgotten my title for a moment.''

She brushed her hand against Az's backside, touching all of the lovely red welts that she'd already left behind. They weren't too grave. Or at least they didn't feel too grave, just a little warm and tender to the touch.

It actually felt pretty nice all things considered.

Yet, Y'shtola soon drew back and returned to the corporal punishment. She lashed out, over and over, smacking her hand down with a pretty steady rhythm. She swapped between each of the cheeks with every single blow, keeping it even in terms of both intensity and spacing.

``Six... Seven,'' Az counted.

Each thud added to the warmth, making Az's entire backside ache with a pleasant form of torment. It was comparable to the ache that she felt after a good workout. That warmth which seemed to fester in her muscles and bathe her mind with all sorts of pleasant endorphins.

``Eight... Nine,'' Az added, listing off each of the numbers in a steady tone. There was the smallest warble to her voice, just the hint of an impending ache present within each of her syllables.

Then that final blow impacted, hitting with a dull thud.

``Ten,'' she finished listing off, grinning. ``Thank you, Mistress Ruhl.''

Already a third of the way through. This was going to be easy. Maybe she should be giving Y'shtola a little more sass.

``Now for your question,'' Y'shtola said, moving around and standing in front of her. She made a show of pondering it as she tapped a finger against her chin. ``Since I am giving you a Sharlayan punishment, maybe I should give you a Sharlayan question.''

Az's eyes widened.

Wait what...

Y'shtola snapped her fingers. ``According to the studies conducted by Ohm at the end of the Sixth Astral Era, what is the resistance measured within white auracite when it is subjected to the elemental effect of fire in a vacuum.''

Az blinked.

``Well?'' Y'shtola asked.

Az worked her jaw. ``Four?''

``Four what?'' Y'shtola asked.

``You know... four...'' Az stated, nodding to herself. ``Yeah... you know... four?''

What the absolute fuck was that question?!

``I'm afraid that four isn't the answer that I was looking for,'' Y'shtola commented, hissing through her teeth. She drew away from Az and made her way back over to the bed. ``But an extra ten lashes surely aren't too much for the Warrior of Light to handle, are they?''

She grabbed the armoured glove and pulled it on over her hand. The palm of it was covered with a rough and gnarled-looking material that almost seemed like dragonhide.

Y'shtola came back over and took up position behind her, resting her glove against Az's rump. Even merely touching it irritated the various marks already present, enflaming them. It was like sandpaper, horribly harsh against her skin.

``I also have good news,'' Y'shtola teased.

Az swallowed a lump in her throat. ``Oh?''

``Since I'm a qualified healer,'' Y'shtola started to explain, nipping at Az's cheek with those sharp little feline teeth of hers. ``I can just heal any damage that I inflict.''

Az sucked in a breath. ``Mistress Ruhl.''

``What?'' Y'shtola asked, humming. ``I thought this was going to be easy for you, oh noble and brave Warrior of Light?'' She drew back with her hand and thwacked down with the glove. ``You have your safeword if you wish to tap out.''

Az gasped, feeling that glove connect. The snap was different with this added scratching quality which irritated her skin so terribly. The heat which pushed into her muscles hadn't changed very much but the pain applied to the surface layer of flesh was far more intense.

It was enough to make her legs wobble and eyes widen, gasping so loudly.

``One,'' Az said, trying to puff out her chest.

Y'shtola drew her hand back and smacked it down upon Az's other flank for good measure. There was just something about the material which ached, irritating all of the lovely bruises already left behind.

She idly wondered what colour her flesh had become after each of these impacts. The blows themselves were no harsher but that texture tormented her so much. Surely, her backside must've been a lovely canvas of reds which would give way to purples in time.

But that irritation was also nice in a way. The pain always had a purifying quality, changing and evolving depending on how it was applied.

Az rubbed her thighs together, flushing as she realized just how wet she was.

I'm not a sub, I'm not a sub, I'm totally a Dom.

Y'shtola cleared her throat.

Oh right.

``Two,'' Az said.

Y'shtola tutted. ``Not quite. You were far too slow on the draw.'' She cleared her throat, suddenly sounding far harsher. ``Back to zero. You can begin counting when you learn how to do so properly.''

She waved her hand and the length of rope shortened by a small degree as it knotted itself part of the way up. The new length was just enough that Az was forced to stand rigid and straight, no longer having any slack. If it grew anymore shorter, she would be forced onto her toes. For now, however, she could still keep herself firmly on the ground.

Still her body was taut as Y'shtola lashed out, smacking her left flank three times in quick succession, each hit landing firmer than the last. She then switched up and did the right an equal number of times. The blows came quickly, one after another with little time between them. None of them were too heavy but the gloves made the impacts uneven and rough, intensifying it in certain places which made it that much harder to prepare for.

``One, two, three, four, five, six.'' Az groaned, hanging her head as she worked through the pain. ``Thank you, Mistress Ruhl.''

Y'shtola scoffed. ``Still wrong. You're supposed to thank me after every fifth blow, dear. Not every sixth.'' She smacked her hand down again, roughly squeezing Az's bruised rump with that tactile glove of hers. ``Back to zero.''

``You hit me six times!'' Az yelped.

Y'shtola kneaded into her backside, ensuring that she could feel every coarse inch of dragonhide against her battered flesh. ``Then you thank me after five and count the sixth afterwards.'' She scoffed and moved this very same hand around Az's body, resting it upon her pelvis instead. ``I thought that this was going to be easy?''

``You're cheating,'' Az grumbled.

Y'shtola reached down and rubbed at her lips. Normally that would feel divine but now she cringed at the sensation, feeling just how coarse the dragonhide was against this sensitive place. Thankfully, it seemed to be a mere tease, lingering there but not actually pressing inside.

``I am not cheating, I am well within my rules,'' she explained. ``You are required to count, thank me after five, and correctly answer a question on the tenth. Failure to do any of those things and we go back to zero. It's not my fault that you're terrible at listening.''

Az whined.

Thankfully, Y'shtola drew that glove back and instead moved away from her, making her way over to the bed. She hummed as she examined what she had left to play with. It seemed that she went with the small oar, thudding it against her palm. It sounded pretty meaty, landing with a satisfying thwack of wood against skin.

Clearly, this was meant to be a paddle of some sort though with a longer handle and smaller head. Which meant that it would only intensify the pain.

``Perhaps we need to enhance the punishment in order to get the point across,'' she commented.

Az bit her lip, shuffling around.

Only, that was the last time that she could do so comfortably as Y'shtola whisked her finger through the air. Yet again, the rope tightened, forcing Az onto her toes. The position was stressful to hold but there was nothing she could do without using that sacred little word of hers.

A word she wasn't ready to use.

``Unless you want to tap out,'' Y'shtola teased, making her way back over. Az swore that there was a little bit of bounce to her step, looking downright thrilled about getting her in this position. ``I, of course, will gladly accept a concession.''

Az grunted. ``Never.''

Y'shtola nodded though didn't seem even remotely bothered by this request. She simply smirked and took up position behind Az.

The paddle was hardy as it rested upon Az's flanks, pressing down upon her already battered backside. It was long enough that it covered both of her cheeks. The wood was also smooth, even more so than Y'shtola's hand.

Y'shtola soon eased back, lightly thwacking her on the bottom with it. The blow was gentle, a light smack to warm her up.

``One,'' Az declared, offering a coy smile in exchange.

Y'shtola paused, pondering this before chuckling softly. ``That was a test but I suppose that's within the parameters of your rules. So, I'll let it slide.'' She winked at Az. ``Just this once since I'm such a kindly Mistress.''

She then wound back and hit a bit more firmly than that. This blow landed with a mighty thud. It was surprising, it didn't clap as loudly as any delivered by hand. Rather, this was more of a dull thwack like a broom hitting a rug.

The pain was also very different, less surface level than the prior two methods. The pressure from it went beneath the skin as it burrowed into Az's flesh, sinking into her very muscles.

She gritted her teeth, wobbling on her toes. ``Two.''

Y'shtola moved the paddle over and thwacked her on the other cheek. Yet again, the blow was dull and the ache was deep. It was enough to weaken her legs, nearly causing them to buckle under the strain.

``Three,'' Az listed off, just as dutifully as before. She hated that she heard the waiver in her voice, the way it cracked ever so slightly. It felt far too soon to be surrendering these imperfections to Y'shtola.

The paddle came down a couple more times, each smack rhythmic in terms of both its intensity and uniform sound. These blows ached but the harsh snap of flesh against flesh was never present. This type of discomfort was unique, maybe even divine, leaving this tender warmth lingering behind.

``Four,'' Az counted. ``Five, thank you Mistress Ruhl. Six... Seven...'' She whimpered. ``E-eight.''

Y'shtola paused after that last blow, instead tracing the edge of the paddle along the small of Az's back. She started just above her tail and then moved it about a foot up. The wood felt warm as if the repeated impacts had somehow managed to heat it up. ``Do you know what your backside looks like right now?''

Az shook her head. She closed her eyes and let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding.

It was hard to explain why she enjoyed the ache but she did. There was this purifying quality to the pain, this way of removing her worries and replacing them with this dull festering throb which radiated from deep within her rump and spread throughout her entire body.

It focused her mind upon this weird pleasure she felt. There was no denying that this pleasure existed. As she rubbed her thighs together, she could feel just how wet she'd become. It wouldn't take very much effort to translate that pleasure into an orgasm.

If... if Mistress Ruhl was willing.

``No,'' Az whispered. ``I don't.''

``A shame, I was hoping that you could describe it for me,'' Y'shtola said. She moved the paddle down and rubbed at the various marks she'd already left behind. ``How do they feel?''

``They hurt,'' Az grumbled, clenching her teeth. ``But in a good way. The surface layer of skin is tender to the touch and feels warm, like I've been sunbathing for just a little too long. The pain persists for a bit below that, digging into that layer of fat and muscle just under the surface.''

Y'shtola purred. ``Sounds like it might be a nice canvas of reds... likely to transition into a love collage of blues and purple as they start to heal. Perhaps even a few greys and blacks to really accent what I've done.'' She sighed. ``How I do miss colours.''

``It's distinctly possible,'' Az replied.

Y'shtola eased back, turning the paddle and holding the flat edge against Az's rump. ``Are you good to continue?''

``I am,'' Az said, puffing out her chest. ``We're nowhere near thirty.''

``Always up for a challenge, aren't you?'' Y'shtola teased, tutting as she shook her head. ``You amaze me sometimes.''

She wound back and struck, hitting with even more force than before. The paddle came down and connected with a rather meaty thud, heavier than the prior few. It drove the pain even deeper into her flanks, pushing well into her backside.

This one had some bite, making Az suck in a breath through her clenched teeth. ``Motherfucker!'' As she let her misery out, she could feel spittle fly forth as she frantically sucked upon breath. ``Nine!''

Y'shtola tapped the paddle a couple of times, lightly, not a proper smack. Az thought about being a smartass but had a feeling that any attitude from her would likely be reflected in the question that would inevitably come after that all important tenth blow.

``What will your question be?'' Y'shtola asked, more to herself than Az.

Whatever it was must've clicked as Y'shtola made an affirmative little sound. She drew back, smacking the paddle down with a decent amount of heft. It collided with a nice meaty thud, sending Az stumbling forward upon her toes. The burn was divine, purifying as always. It paired so well with the growing smoulder within her now quivering legs.

``Ten,'' Az whispered. ``Thank you, Mistress Ruhl.''

Y'shtola nodded. ``You're very welcome.''

She decided to reward Az, at least a little bit, using her mana to loosen the rope above her head. This gave her enough freedom to at least rest upon her feet, saving her calves from giving out in their entirety. Though this only made her realize just how shaky her legs had become, wobbling underneath herself. They wouldn't hold her weight for much longer.

``I suppose that asking you a question from a more advanced Sharlayan class was a little unfair of me,'' Y'shtola said, humming. ``So, I will instead give you something from a more appropriate grade level.''

Az nodded.

She retreated to her mind palace, trying desperately to call upon every little tidbit that she'd idly heard while the various archons had been chatting. Most of it was this nerdy white noise but she could remember discussions about elements and spells and whatever nonsense Urianger droned on about that Az had totally listened to.

This was it. She was ready.

She was...

Y'shtola cleared her throat and folded her hands together behind her back, casually strolling in front of her. She held her head up high, looking so proud and scholarly.

``What pigment do you derive from combining red and blue in equal measure?'' she asked.

Huh...

Az blinked. ``What?''

Y'shtola winced, hissing through her teeth. ``Oh, I'm so sorry, Az, the answer is not `what'. I was looking for purple.''

``Wait, wait, wait, that's not fair!'' Az yelped. ``I thought it was a trick question!''

``No... that's a question taken from the first-year curriculum for the students in the academy,'' Y'shtola chided, shaking her head. ``I'm afraid that we'll be starting back at zero.''

She made her way over to the bed and placed the paddle down upon it. Her hand hovered over the selection as if she was consciously choosing from the final implements there. In the end, she selected the crop, thwacking it through the air. It went so fast that Az could hear the ozone being cut by it in a terrifying whoosh.

Y'shtola came back over and looked Az over, clearly eying up her aether. She reached out with the crop and held the leathered tip against her dampened mound, firmly grinding the material against her soaked lips.

``You're so wet,'' she commented. It felt like a tease but her tone was so flat and even, betraying nothing of the sort. ``If I didn't know any better than I would say that you were secretly enjoying this.''

Y'shtola traced the crop to the side, caressing Az's thigh with it. It was like she was tracing the path of this lustful river, smirking as she felt Az's arousal flowing over the implement.  She soon drew it away, however, taking her time to walk around and come up behind her.

She held the crop against Az's battered backside, delicately tracing all of the lovely welts that she'd already left behind.

``I might not be able to see your physical form,'' Y'shtola commented. ``But... I can see the way your aether reacts to me. It hitches every time that I touch here...'' She touched an especially sore spot. ``And it warbles whenever I touch here.'' She brushed against some shallow marks left behind by the harsh glove. ``I wish you could see this like I can.''

She sighed and then lifted the crop away. Without even a second of preparation, she sent it hurtling down, hitting Az on the backside rather sharply. The blow landed with a harsh snap, sounding like a bullet fired from a machinist's rifle.

It was hot, red hot. Yet, unlike the paddle, the bite was surface level. Still, it hurt, with the force all concentrated on a small singular point. It was enough to make her yank forwards, pulling upon the rope before being forced back into her prior position by the unforgiving bondage.

Az's voice rose in an anguished yelp and her cheeks burned with shame. That was the first note of legitimate pain that she'd surrendered this session, proof that this supposedly weak little mage had more bite than she let on.

``Adorable,'' Y'shtola teased.

Az looked down at the floor.

The pain had also caused her cunt to grow so very hot. She wished that she had some means of stimulating it.

She then jerked to attention, remembering that she was supposed to count. ``One!''

``Oh, someone nearly forgot,'' Y'shtola chided, shaking her head. ``But I suppose that I can let that one slide. Just because you sound so embarrassed right now.'' She purred. ``I love it when you sound embarrassed.''

Az steeled herself, not wanting to sound embarrassed again. She was not the kind of person who would take her submission lightly. As she reached up, she gripped the rope, digging her fingers into the cord and holding onto it firmly.

Y'shtola moved the crop to the other cheek and snapped it down, just as firmly as before. The bite was no less intense.

But this time Az was ready for it as she steeled herself, barely even sighing at the pain inflicted.

``Two,'' she declared.

Y'shtola took turns, switching between her cheeks with each of the blows. The next six came in rapid succession. Each of them was regular and hit a different part of her already enflamed backside, crisscrossing the various marks already present.

``Three,'' Az counted, feeling her voice shake. She grunted and drew in a breath. ``Four... five...''

Y'shtola smirked.

``Thank you, Mistress Ruhl,'' Az declared before closing her eyes. ``Six... seven... eight...''

``Eight?'' Y'shtola asked, the smallest edge lingering in the fringes of her voice. ``Are you certain that's correct?''

Was she right? She couldn't really recall. Sure, she was positive that there had only been six blows but would Y'shtola really be asking if that were the case?

What if there was an extra blow and she'd forgotten to count it? What if there had only been five and she'd overestimated the number in her beleaguered mind?

``I...'' Az drew in a breath, shaking her head. ``Nine...''

Y'shtola hissed. ``I'm sorry Az but...'' As she scoffed, her warm breath licked at the back of her neck. ``I'd only given you eight.'' She sighed. ``Back to zero it is.''

Az whined. ``Come on!''

``Az,'' Y'shtola warned, coming over to a position in front of her. She tapped a finger against her own cheek, visibly pondering something. ``The rules of this game are simple. Or at least I thought they were simple.'' She reached out with the crop and held it under her chin, using the tip to force her gaze upwards. ``Are you struggling with this lesson?''

Az looked off to the side and said nothing to that. She wanted to rebut and say that the game was unfair. But at the end of the day, each of the mistakes were admittedly her fault.

Well... maybe except for the auracite question. That was just a dick move.

``Maybe it's time for me to employ another lesson,'' Y'shtola said, drawing away and making her way back over to the sack which lingered on the floor. ``Clearly corporal punishment isn't having the desired effect that I wanted. You're still far too disobedient for my liking.''

Az huffed. ``You want to see disobedient?''

``Yes please,'' Y'shtola replied, taking her time to place each of the previous items back inside. She didn't bother even looking at her. ``The more you rebel, the more satisfaction I'll feel when I eventually get around to breaking you.''

Az worked her jaw, feeling that ache in her backside while also picking up on that twin desire in her crotch. She felt denied, needy, wanting nothing more than a little attention. So, she decided to say the only thing she could think of to get that attention.

``Water, water, froth, and foam,'' Az chided, flashing a great big smile.

Y'shtola tensed and looked momentarily struck into silence by that choice of language. However, she was quick to replace her shock with a dark little smile. ``I see you want my worst.'' She started to pull new items out of her bag. ``In that case, I can provide.''

Her new selection of items included another bundle of cord, a long bamboo shoot, some sort of white wand, and a belt. An interesting collection of items all things considered.

Y'shtola grabbed the bamboo and the rope, coming over with both. She gave her hand a quick whisk through the air and the rope around Az's wrists came undone, falling away easily enough.

This allowed Az to settle upon her feet and rest comfortably, pulling both of her arms down for the first time this session. She hadn't realized how sore she'd really been until there was an absence of pressure upon her frame.

Y'shtola came up behind her and held the bamboo against her back, just under her shoulders. This would allow her to spread her arms along the length of it. Something which she did, grabbing the bamboo and holding onto it tightly. After all, it didn't exactly take an expert to figure out what Mistress Ruhl wanted from her in that regard.

It was just long enough that she could completely spread her arms but short enough that she was still able to hook her hands around the ends of it, grabbing hold.

She was curious where exactly this was heading.

This seemed to please Y'shtola as she started to wind the rope around her arms in several places, each of these binds fusing her further to the thick bamboo. By the time that she was done, there would be no moving her arms against the unforgiving material. She was forced to keep them spread and out of the way.

``We're going to try another form of teaching,'' Y'shtola commented. ``Something a little more intense to see if you are capable of retaining your lessons in the first place.'' She grinned and rested a hand upon her side, tenderly stroking it. ``Unless you wish to tap out.''

``Never,'' Az grumbled.

This was far too hot to dare stop.

Y'shtola chuckled and moved to a position in front of Az, making a show of tying a knot with the other length of rope. She was slow with her work, giving her ward plenty of time to see what she was doing. Little by little the knot started to take shape until finally, she presented Az with a...

A noose!?

Az swallowed a lump in her throat. Yet, that fateful word remained locked behind her lips. This was the good kind of scary, the hot kind of scary.

Y'shtola threw it over Az's head and then used her magic to affix it to the rafters above. There was still a little slack to it, giving her some room to move around and bend her knees. Yet, only by a small degree. However, if she wanted to breathe then she would be forced to stand.

It seemed that her Mistress predicted a slight problem as she took off her own choker and slid it into Az's opened hand.

``Drop that and I'll unbind you in an instant,'' Y'shtola dictated, waving her hand.

She moved away and grabbed the final two items, the belt and the strange white wand. As she returned with them, she knelt before Az and pressed the wand between her legs, positioning the foamed tip directly against her cunt. Once it was in position, she then used the belt to affix it around one of her thighs, denying her the freedom to easily knock it away.

Az had a pretty good idea what this was meant for. Yet, Y'shtola confirmed this suspicion as she snapped her fingers. The wand immediately came to life and started to vibrate, rumbling against her soaking wet hole.

``White auracite can be such a versatile mineral,'' Y'shtola commented.

The vibrations were enough to make Az moan, gasping for breath. Clearly this was the carrot after getting the stick.

``You'll remember your place by the end of our time together,'' Y'shtola commented, reaching up and caressing her cheek. ``You put on a strong show, oh noble Warrior of Light, but by the end of this, you will be my obedient toy.''

Az grunted a response, looking off to the side. If this was the worst that Y'shtola could offer then she felt pretty secure resisting.

Y'shtola brushed a hand down from her cheek and across the rope which cradled her throat. She held a thumb against the fibre and moved it along the material before drifting down her shoulder and towards her perky breasts. Carefully, she seized one of those little silver studs, giving it a playful tweak between her forefinger and thumb.

``You doubt me,'' she commented. ``I can feel it in your energy.''

Az grunted. ``Never.''

She couldn't bother to make her lie sound even remotely legitimate.

Y'shtola drew away and made her way over to her desk, grabbing her book from upon it. With it in hand, she made her way over to the room's bed, laying down upon it. She idly flipped through the pages, scanning them with her finger.

Az just stood there, grunting as she shuffled in her position. Sure, it wasn't easy to just stand there but it also wasn't too taxing. If anything, she could keep this up for hours even with her legs wobbling against the ceaseless nature of the vibrator.

That accessory was a pleasant surprise, in all honesty, feeding into that warmth within her belly. It felt shocking to get a reward after being so disobedient in the first place.

But Y'shtola never did something if it wasn't part of her plan.

Az kept an eye on her, wondering what exactly she was gearing up for. It felt like the rope around her throat was a part of it. But wasn't that a bit intense even for her?

If it's so intense then why don't you call it off? Maybe she just knows your fetishes better than you do? You have always been a little bit of a freak when you're around her.

Y'shtola reached up and snapped her fingers just like a certain ascian would. As if on cue two things happened at once. First the vibrator amped up by a noticeable degree. At the same time, the rope tightened and Az was forced back onto her tippy toes, straining terribly in order to maintain balance.

Ah... there it was.

Az gasped for breath, feeling that rope tighten around her neck. It dug into her throat, compressing it just a little and making her breath rasp as she struggled to take it in. Her poor calves burned as she forced herself to stay upright for probably the tenth time this night. It was a test of endurance, through and through.

``Fuck,'' she groaned.

Y'shtola held a finger to her own lips and loudly shushed her, flipping to the next page in her book.

The position was a struggle to maintain but that was only half the battle. The vibrator, which had seemed like a strange reward, was now making its more sinister features known. It had a way of destabilizing her, making her pesky legs wobble even further as she tried to remain upright.

``Mistress Ruhl,'' Az groaned, letting out a choked note of duress.

Y'shtola glanced up from her book and lifted a brow. She said nothing as she simply nodded towards Az's closed fist where that choker remained. The message was clear. Don't bother her unless she was actually looking to tap out.

But Az wasn't throwing in the towel just yet.

She choked and sputtered, feeling her body pulled taut. There was a river flowing between her thighs and her cunt was begging for release. At the very least, it seemed that she was going to get an orgasm out of this.

Y'shtola continued to ignore her, reading her book. It made Az feel like she was nothing more than a decoration, a piece of art, something to be looked at but not interfered with. A part of her wondered how far her Mistress would be willing to push things.

Only it seemed that maybe Y'shtola disinterest wasn't entirely sincere.

Az watched as she idly reached for the bottom of her dress and lifted the hem upwards, carefully dipping her hand in underneath the material. Her digits found a home between her legs, rubbing at something down there.

Her mask was perfect, however, not betraying even a hint of emotion nor pleasure. She merely stroked at whatever lingered under her attire, still brushing her finger over the page of her book in order to read it.

Az let out a choking note. ``Y'shtola...''

``Shush or I'll gag you,'' Y'shtola said, shaking her head. ``It's hard to read while you're grovelling like that.''

She purposefully flipped to another page, humming as she read it.

The vibrator hit just hard enough to make Az's knees momentarily buckle, her calves screaming at her as they finally gave out. Gravity was quick to take advantage as the rope cut into her throat, suffocating her totally.

Az let out a few sputtering notes, choking crudely. Yet, she soon managed to get back to her feet, rasping desperately for air as she pushed herself back up. But she knew that she was only delaying the inevitable, her legs were simply too exhausted to hold out much longer.

``That doesn't bode well,'' Y'shtola teased, shaking her head. ``You're already giving out and I still have so much of this book left to read.''

Az looked over, her eyes growing wide. She could count that there were probably more than a hundred pages left in that epic. Surely, her Mistress didn't intend to read the entire thing before letting her down? There was no way that she'd even consider that, right?

...

Would she?

The vibrator didn't provide an answer. But what it did provide was a constant and relentless form of stimulation. She was being ushered towards the brink and every passing moment made it more and more pressing.

Az gritted her teeth and tried to stay upright but her balance was now all sorts of fucked up. The rope kept biting into her throat, making her increasingly light-headed as she struggled for what little air she could get.

An orgasm would ruin her. She knew that her knees would give out and she'd be left hanging with nothing but her neck for support.

Y'shtola flipped to another page in the book. ``Once you?re done with your little hissy fit, I can't wait to share what I've discovered with you.'' She smirked. ``I'll even make sure to simplify it.''

Az wanted to growl but that would've required air that she didn't have.

Only, that became the least of her concerns.

That tension in her belly was still growing. It became more and more pressing until finally she stood upon the precipice. There was no delaying the inevitable as the thunderclap finally hit.

Her core shuddered as she felt the heat inside finally burst. Her orgasm came quickly and it came hard as it rocked her body so totally. The euphoria was blissful, causing every fibre of her being to quiver and quake with an energy that felt nearly divine to experience. It was everything she ever wanted as a triumphant flood of pure bliss poured down her aching thighs, drizzling onto the floor below.

But then came the stick to act as a terrible companion to her orgasm's carrot.

Her knees gave out and she collapsed forwards, only being supported by the rope around her neck. She choked, hacking and sputtering for whatever she could get. Her flow of air was now totally cut off, reduced to a few desperate and sputtering notes of pure duress.

She tried to push herself up but she was unable to. Her knees were simply too weak from the orgasm and her calves were imbued with an agonizing fire. Every time she thought that she found purchase, they buckled and gave out. This meant that she was just uselessly pawing at the floor with no hope of finding purchase.

``So noisy,'' Y'shtola chided.

Az looked towards her hand and knew that there was no coming back from this. She released her grip and the choker fell from her grasp. It loudly clattered upon the ground, jostling so loudly

Y'shtola perked up and quickly whisked her finger through the air.

The rope around Az's neck extended and she fell to the floor, managing to land upon her knees and not collapse completely. Az wolfed down breath, panting desperately for every little whiff of the stuff. It took a couple desperate puffs before the fire started to fade but even then, the memory of the burn was still more than present. A reminder of what disobedience earned her.

Y'shtola bounced to her feet as she rushed over.  She took a knee next to Az and immediately started on the binds, plucking at them, one after another. ``How are you feeling?''

``Good,'' Az rasped, chuckling. Her amusement sounded as exhausted as she currently felt but she didn't have the willpower to mask that. ``Holy shit. That was the best orgasm I've had in weeks.''

Y'shtola smirked and kissed her on the forehead. ``You are always so much fun to play with.'' She managed to loosen the binds enough that she could now pull the noose away entirely. ``Was I too harsh with you?''

``I like it harsh,'' Az teased, closing her eyes. She leaned against Mistress Ruhl for support, resting her tired cheek upon her shoulder. ``You know that.''

``Yes, it's a very concerning quality of yours,'' Y'shtola ribbed, briefly stroking her hair before moving onto the various binds which held the bamboo in place. ``And I am starting to wonder if I might be enabling an unhealthy habit in you.''

Az smirked. ``You worry too much.''

``And you worry far too little,'' Y'shtola shot back, loudly clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth.

The bamboo finally fell away and the rest of the rope with it.

Az's hands sunk to her side with her arms simply being too heavy to lift. She felt exhausted, totally devoid of anything approaching strength. Honestly, she very likely could've fallen asleep right there and then.

As she shuffled around, she could feel the various bruises on her backside, the stiffness that dominated her legs, and the various rope marks which lingered upon her body like tracks left behind by a rampaging cart. It would seem that she had a very good time.

``Come on,'' Y'shtola said, slowly helping Az to her feet. ``It'll be easier to tend to you in bed.''

Az wanted to protest, feeling her legs burn as she was helped onto them. Yet, she managed to get up with her Mistress' aid. Together, the two of them slowly made their way over to the bed. It was pathetic, like leading a newborn fawn to safety.

Once there, Y'shtola let go and Az fell face first upon the sheets, landing in a heap.

``Fuck me,'' she groaned.

Y'shtola smirked. ``Maybe later.''

She slid onto the bed as well, laying down next to Az. Her hand soon rested upon her side, using her leverage to pull her fully onto the mattress and into a proper cuddle. There were few people who would dare consider themselves the big spoon of Az but Y'shtola was one of the few who could claim such a title.

As she held Az close, she also reached up and touched a hand to her throat. It wasn't an act of intimidation. In fact, it was the opposite as a glow appeared from her fingers. Soon a soothing coolness sunk into the various rope marks, erasing them with ease.

Aftercare with a qualified healer was always an interesting experience.

``Thank you,'' Az mumbled.

``How are your legs?'' Y'sthola asked, finishing a line of healing wards around the full circumference of Az's throat. They helped immensely, doing away with any lingering irritation. ``Will they heal on their own or do you need me to take care of them?''

Az scoffed. ``Feels like I just ran a mile in full armour but...'' She shook her head. ``That'll go away tomorrow... I hope.''

Y'shtola nodded and kissed her on the back of the neck, stroking at her side with that carrying hand of hers. Her other hand drifted down the length of Az's arm as she started to bathe them in the same coolness, erasing every place that the ropes had dug in and rubbed raw.

Maybe it wasn't the safest way to do these naughty things but Az trusted Y'shtola to clean up her mistakes. An ounce of trust was worth far more than any amount of proper procedure in Az's books.

``Would you like me to take care of the bruises on your backside?'' Y'shtola asked. ``Or would you prefer if I left you with the reminder?''

Az shivered, really thinking about it. She could feel the ache in her haunches, just imagining what they would become in the morning. They were already so tender and she knew that these were a canvas of purples and blues in their early stages of development.

``I...'' she closed her eyes, really thinking about it. She of course had a busy day tomorrow. Just like she had a busy day yesterday. And just like she would likely know nothing but busy days until the eventual end of her life. But she kind of liked the pain, the ache, and the irritation of them. ``Leave them.''

Y'shtola nodded. ``I'll just clean up the scratches then.''

She moved her hand down and rested it upon Az's rump. Even a gentle touch made her hiss, feeling those delicate little fingers returning to the scene of the crime. As promised, she only did a modest amount of healing, leaving much of the ache intact.

Once finished, she then threw both of her weak mage arms around Az, pulling her in close and squeezing her tightly against her body. ``How are you feeling?''

Az smirked. ``Like I've been tormented by a cruel bitch.'' She scoffed, closing her eyes. ``So pretty good.''

``Glad to hear it,'' Y'shtola replied.

``Though...'' Az snickered. ``I don't know if this is going to correct my behaviour. In fact, I think you kind of reinforced my desire to be a brat.''

``Alas...'' Y'shtola tutted, shaking her head. ``I'll just have to live with the consequences.''

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