Mitsuru "realizes" she rudely interrupted Akihiko's planned execution.

(chapter originally by faith on writing.com)

Mitsuru's loud declaration had the intended result. There was a stunned silence as the collective student body reeled from her latest demand. Events were escalating quickly and the mixture of confusion and delight that took hold of the classroom the moment their much admired President stepped into the room with her stunningly beautiful body naked and on display had been immediately seized by Mitsuru. Reading her audience, using her speaking skills to mold and fire their emotions, Mitsuru had their stunned energy along with her own deep feelings of humiliation to her advantage. Her own sense of decency screamed at her that this was wrong in every way possible. A girl does not let herself be scene completely naked by her classmates! Her own inner recriminations fired her usual enthusiasm for executing recalcitrant students to an absurd level. In short, Mitsuru was coping with her immense humiliation with the thrill of execution and the pain of her punishment.

And then the silence was broken by a single, gruff laugh.

Mitsuru glanced behind her and saw Akihiko rise to his feet. Mitsuru shivered when she saw the smile on his face. She had often scolded him for treating his battles as if they were games. He had begun taking the fights in Tartarus more seriously lately, so the look he was wearing was not one she had seen for some time. Her execution was his new game, and he was clearly enjoying plotting out his moves slowly. It was the opposite of her whirlwind punishment. He was going to play with her, slowly and carefully, drawing out every moment and savoring it. Mitsuru shivered a second time, her hands unconsciously moving to her breasts and softly squeezing them with her back turned to the class. Not knowing his intentions was in its own way more terrifying and exciting than the endless **** she was demanding from her schoolmates.

"I..apologize! I let my enthusiasm get the best of me. You can of course proceed with your own execution." Mitsuru mumbled.

"No need for apologies." Akihiko said in a smooth tone. "After all, there's really nothing you can say or do about your execution. It'll happen when I want it to, where I want it to. You won't have any warning beforehand, and you'll only know what your in for when it begins. Think of it as an inevitable, unavoidable doom you have no say in or control over. All you need to know is its coming and your helpless to stop it."

Mitsuru found her herself breathless, her knees shaking and her inner folds throbbing. No one, not even the perceptive Minako, knew her better than Akihiko. And as such, no one knew just how much she valued...no, depended upon being in control. For the sake of her father and the redemption of her family she had **** herself to be disciplined and focused most of her life. No one but Akihiko knew just how deeply this situation was affecting her. Or how exciting it felt to be thrust out into a helpless, chaotic situation with no plan and no ability to protect herself. That was why he had taken her Execution, her sacred ritual of correcting and control her peers, and reversed it. He knew that her sense of conduct was too deeply ingrained for her to behave as anything but a model "prisoner". She was going to obey him in whatever way he demanded. Of course he was going to stretch it out! The waiting, the dreading, was all part of the game, wasn't it? The feeling was much like the times she had misbehaved at home and was made to wait for her father to come home to decide her punishment. Only much worse.

"I...I understand. But if you don't intend to execute me your own way, then stop interfering and allow my discipline-"

"Aren't you talking a little boldly? After all, this is your punishment. For someone in need of learning a lesson, you sure seem to be taking charge and taking up valuable class time. Shouldn't you be more considerate to the people you are inconveniencing?"

Mitsuru glowered at him, blushed and hung her head. "Yes. Of course."

"Good. Now come over here." Akihiko said, grasping Mitsuru's arm and moving her to the teacher's desk.

"Wha-what are you doing?"

"Taking my turn." Akihiko said.

"Your what?" Mitsuru asked.

"You said the whole class needs to give you a swat on the ass. So here we go."

"But you just said you weren't going to execute me now!"

"No, I said I wasn't going to do MY execution now. You came up with this spank fest on your own. I'm just going along with your demands." Akihiko whispered.

The feeling of dread grew deeper. Mitsuru was instructed to crawl onto the desk, staying on all fours. Her blush was intense. Her position made her look like a dog following her master's instructions. Deprived of the wall to hide her face, she was more aware of the staring classroom of gawking students.

Mitsuru feel a hand on her reddened ass. She winced as the hand casually rubbed her cheeks, groping each in turn. Mitsuru moaned at the contact. Sensitive as her cheeks had become, there was something very sensual in the delicate contact being made. Then she felt the hand come to rest flat on the middle of her ass, halfway between both cheeks.

"All right, Mitsuru. I'm going to be as gentle as possible. I have trouble holding back when I make physical strikes, but if I restrain myself as much as I can I think I can fulfill your demands." Akihiko whispered.

"D-Demands?" Mitsuru whispered, all confidence replaced by an uncertain, meek creature few of her classmates had seen before.

"You know....that every student in the school should come out and smack your butt. If I'm careful, I should be able to use just enough **** to demonstrate how painful that would be in a single strike."

"W...wait! Akihiko, no. D-don't you d-d-d-AAAAAAIIIIIEEEEEE!" Mitsuru screamed as Akihiko let his hand fall, and suddenly her world was nothing but pain. Pain, and a now savage desire to be touch coming from her nether regions.