"To be let off with a spanking" (Pink Trigger's Power >349)

"They'd tease the prosecution and ask to be let off with a spank on the butt. What indecent witches these are!"

"The... The witch would really ask for that?"

Oh, easily. The witch may sound juvenile, but they're going to taunt us angels like that whenever they have the opportunity. Witches love nothing more than to play tricks on cute angels, Cornelia.

"C-Cute?"

Yes, right. Cute angels like me.

"Oh, right."

Focus, Cornelia. Ask me to spank you, then try to guess what I'll do next, given my honor as a senior inquisitor and angel of the Great Court.

"Okay... Spank me, foul human! Spank the butt of the Witch of Inferiority and let that be my punishment!" Ah... She spoke without hesitation. "And then you refuse, because... S-Sir?"

I chuckled as I untied the apron bow on the back of Cornelia's garment, then let her skirt fall to the floor. Ah... Her luscious bottom was in front of me, clad in that all-too-tight leotard that so many demons and angels favored. I could see the garter straps had been tied to the apron, but who cares about that? Those stockings are far too tight on her plump thighs to need garters. Those were just for angel fashion, which... Please allow me to speak: looks pretty dang lewd, given the profession.

I accept. Obviously, Cornelia. Will an angel prosecutor cave in the face of the witch's antics and run, gun-shy after the witch has teased him or her? Obviously not! The prosecutor will enact swift and vengeful justice, calling the witch's bluff! Like so!

I began to swing my hand repeatedly, filling the vacant courtroom with the sound of Cornelia's slapped meat as I thwacked her butt-cheeks hard enough to leave a mark of my hand. She jumped with every hit, clutching hard to the desk and shouting. Why did I get the feeling this wasn't the first spanking she'd received as a trainee inquisitor? Just what funny business are they getting up to, here in heaven?

"Please! Please Sir! Please allow me to speak!"

Cornelia was wailing loudly enough that if the sounds of me enjoying myself didn't bring an angel running soon, her voice would. That's fine; I'm going to make sure that we complete this lesson of love before they arrive. Alright, Cornelia, but only if you speak in the way a masochistic angel would. Oops! Sorry, I meant witch. You're a masochistic witch.

"Sir, what is the point of this lesson?!"

Ah. It's love, of course. My love for a masochistic angel compels me to give her a lesson I know she will love in turn.

"L-L-Love?!" she questioned, between starts, as I continued to spank her ass red. "P-Please! Please allow me to speak and stop spanking me! I don't love this at all!"

Oh? Then you won't mind repeating it in the Red Truth.

"Wha-Wha-Wha?!"

Repeat it, Cornelia! Say...!