Give Madeleine Another Spanking and Her in the Ass

Your eyes linger on Madeleine's crimson-stained ass, the skin already raised with angry red handprints. She's curled into herself on the hard floor, her nakedness an unexpected contrast to the haughty demoness you've heard stories about.

Madeleine sniffles loudly, wiping her nose with the back of her hand. Her crimson hair is slightly disheveled, catching the candlelight in the dimly lit chamber.

You kneel beside her, your hand hovering just above the raw, inflamed skin of her backside. Her muscles flinch involuntarily under your touch, though she makes no attempt to pull away.

"Madeleine" you say, your words measured and deliberate. "This demon business, it was just a rumor, wasn't it?"

She exhales shakily. "They think I'm possessed because I like... different things"

Your fingers trace the curve of her ass, feeling the heat radiating from the abused flesh. "Different things"

She sniffles again, her breath uneven as she shifts uncomfortably on the cold stone floor.

“I've always been different, to other people” Madeleine tells you. “My interests, my behaviours, my... issues. Various people have tried to change me. The Chancellor. My father. His wife, our Queen”

"You didn't call her your mother?"

"I didn't call her my mother" she finally whispers "because she's not. She's only five years older than me"

You spank her with a sharp smack that echoes in the chamber, the sound mingling with her gasp of pain. Your palm leaves a fresh red handprint across the curve of her ass, stark against the already inflamed skin.

Madeleine lets out a soft whimper, her body tensing beneath your strike.

You spank her again, this time with more ****, listening as the impact bounces through the chamber like the strike of a bell. A choked cry escapes her throat, and she reaches back with one hand to cover her burning flesh.

"Don't," you command, capturing her wrist before she can shield herself. Your grip tightens just enough to remind her who's in control.

"You've done something reckless today" you say, voice calm and firm. "Something that could have started a war"

"I know" she whimpers, tears welling up again. "I'm sorry. I..."

You don't let her finish. Another sharp smack lands across her bottom, leaving your handprint directly below the last. The sound cracks through the chamber like a whip, and Madeleine's entire body jerks forward instinctively.

The echo fades into silence, leaving only the sound of her sobbing. You rest your palm briefly against her searing skin, feeling the heat rise beneath your fingers. It's swollen now, properly tender, and you can tell she's starting to feel it—every inch of her ass throbbing with a reminder of what she's done.

You grab a handful of her hair, pulling her head back just enough to make her focus on you.

"You're not leaving this room until you understand exactly what your actions mean" you say firmly. "Do you know what I'm doing to you right now?"

Madeleine whimpers. "You're... you're punishing me"

"More than that" you counter, running your free hand over the burning skin of her bottom. "I'm marking you. These bruises will last for days. Every time you sit down, you'll feel this pain and remember what happens when you play with dangerous things"

She lets out a small, pained sound.

"I want you to know something" you murmur against her ear, tightening your grip slightly to make her shudder. "This is just the beginning. Get on your hands and knees" you command, releasing her hair.

She hesitates, shoulders shaking as she sniffles and wipes at her tears. But she obeys, her movements stiff and ****. The floor is cold beneath her knees and palms, but the pain in her ass draws her attention to something even more immediate.

You step closer, pulling your cock out.

Madeleine's tear-streaked face turns toward you, her reddened gaze wide with shock as she takes in what you're doing.

Your cock is already hard, standing at attention as you step closer. You don't give her time to process what's happening—you grip her hips and push forward, sinking the thick head of your cock past her tight, virgin asshole. A strangled cry tears from her throat as you push inside, her body resisting the intrusion.

"N-no! Richard, wait!" she whimpers, but you ignore her, forcing yourself deeper. Her ass is hot and impossibly tight around you, clenching instinctively against the pain. A fresh round of tears spills down her flushed face.

"Shhh," you murmur, gripping her hips firmly.

A choked cry escapes her throat as you seat yourself fully inside her, her fingers curling into the cold stone floor. Sweat beads at her temples as she tries to adjust to the pain.

"Hurts?" you ask, resting a hand on her hip to steady her.

"Y-Yes," she whimpers, her voice cracking.

You pull back slightly, then thrust in again with more ****. Her back arches as another cry rips from her throat, her entire body tensing around you. The tight heat of her ass grips you firmly, sending waves of pleasure through your body.

The room is thick with the sounds of your skin slapping against hers, her choked whimpers mixing with your own groans.

"Richard... please..." she begs.

You ignore her pleas, gripping her hips tighter as you continue your relentless pace. The slick heat of her ass envelops you, every thrust met with a muffled cry that echoes through the dim chamber. Your fingers dig into her bruised flesh, the marks of your earlier punishment still fresh and tender beneath your touch.

"Begging already?" you murmur, voice thick with lust. "I thought you said you liked different things, Madeleine."

Her body tenses around you as you drive deeper, her tears spilling freely onto the cold stone below. She can hardly form words, her breath coming in ragged gasps. But you know she can feel every inch of you, every brutal thrust meant to remind her of her place.

You cum with a guttural groan, your hips jerking forward as you bury yourself to the hilt inside her. Your cock throbs, pumping thick spurts of hot cum into her tight, bruised ass. The feel of her walls clenching around you, her sobs filling the air, pushes you deeper into ecstasy. Your grip on her hips tightens, fingers pressing into the already tender flesh as you ride out the final pulses of your orgasm.

Madeleine's body shakes beneath you, her tears drip onto the cold stone, mingling with the sweat on her forehead.

Madeleine slumps forward, bracing herself on weak arms as your seed leaks from her used hole. The room smells of sex, the air thick and warm despite the chill from the stone floor. You pull out with a wet sound, wiping your cock against her ass cheek as if marking her all over again.

She remains kneeling, quivering, her breaths still coming in short, broken bursts. Her tears have slowed but not stopped, glistening as they catch the flickering candlelight.

You step back, tucking yourself away as you watch her tremble. Your seed glistens on her punished flesh, dripping down her inner thighs in slow trails. She hasn't moved, her arms shaking beneath her as she keeps herself up on all fours.

"You can stand up now" you say, voice flat and unfeeling.

Madeleine whimpers but obeys, pushing herself up on unsteady legs. She sways slightly, her balance precarious, and you don't reach to steady her.

"If you let anyone about this, your father will declare war on Itheria. A war Sinnabarrow will lose. And it will give the perfect excuse of subjugate your people"

"I understand" Madeleine says.