Blake Stops Her

Armeccitti's glanced at Blake. The two shared a moment of understanding and as Julia Desqith made to leave, Blake held the Feline's arm.

'What are you doing? Let go of me!' She made to pull her arm away. Had Blake been in a better mood he may have smiled at the woman's naivety, but right now his was in no mood to over indulge. Still, he was sure he'd get some satisfaction out of his.

As Armeccitti moved to leave, Desqith made another move to pull away, 'Come on, release me! You can't exercise privileges in the medical wing, if you want to have a go, come and find me between classes!'

Blake smirked.

'What?'

His smirk grew, 'Well, it's that I'm not exercising privileges,' he pushed Julia, down to be sitting on the bed again, 'It's that you were reprimanded and I happen to be in a position to enforce such reprimands.'

Julia's eyes widened, realising her mistake, 'You're a prefect!?!'

Blake nodded.

'But- But-' Julia spluttered, she had gravely miscalculated it seemed. The however, she seemed to calm down a little a smug look of confidence returning to her face, 'I only talked back to a member of staff. The punishment cannot be that serious, can it.' She batted her eyes at him, extenuating her perfect natural features, 'So what? You gonna give me a slap on the wrist? You certainly can't send me to the DO for that.'

She was right, of course. She couldn't be sent to the DO, but then, Blake would never have done that anyway. He was silent as he pulled her over his lap, eliciting a startled yelp from the Feline.

'You can't be serious? A spanking?' Desqith asked incredulously.

Blake patted her firm rear through her pencil skirt, 'How else would we make sure you learned your lesson?' *Thwack* He brought a hand down on her backside.

The skirt absorbed some of the blow, but Julia wriggled beneath the Stallion's grip. 'Ouch! Can't we sort this out some oth-' *Slap* 'Ah!' She gasped.

Blake did not respond, he was done with engaging Julia. In any case it was high time he upped the ante. He carefully rolled up her skirt, beneath it Julia was wearing stockings, a garter belt and a thin set of lacy panties, all in matching black. They contrasted nicely against the pale fur of her buttocks, which Blake could see were already glowing slightly rosily.

'Hey! Put my skirt back down!' Julia protested, her face heating. Blake rolled his eyes. She really didn't get the whole punishment thing. 'You can't just expose me li-' *Smack* Blake's open palm bounced off a firm cheek, setting it jiggling for a moment.

Julia's face grew hotter still. The indignity, the humiliation of it all. *Smack* 'Ah!' She had lost control and now was at his mercy. *Smack* 'Oh!' Every few spanks, Blake would massage her rear, tenderising her buns for the oncoming blows. As her ass became more sensitive, so too did her squeals of protest and embarrassment. At some point, she hadn't noticed when due to the haze of pain, the Stallion had fully bared her behind. Her panties now sat around her ankles, limiting her movement lest she stretch them. The strikes against her butt continue, precise and tempered.

The Stallion must have been holding something back, perhaps he could still be reasoned with? 'Please!' She gasped, 'Please-' *Spank* 'Ah! No more!' *Spank*

'Why?' *Spank* the Stallion asked, landing another blow against her pert bottom.

'Wha-' *Spank* 'Yeow! What do you mean?' *Spank* 'Ah!'

'Why should I stop?' The deep voice retorted. *Slap*

'Ah! Because I'm sorry!' *Smack* 'I've learned my lesson! I'll be more respectful!' *Spank* 'I promise! Please!' She braced herself for the next blow. Nothing.

'I'll hold you to that.' She felt a hand massage her reddened behind, providing some relief to her stinging cheeks. 'You have a nice ass too, so be warned I won't need much encouragement to punish you again if you do break the rules.’

Julia nodded as she clambered up from the Stallion's lap. She expected to see a snide look upon his face bit instead, he looked... Satisfied? And not in a harsh or cruel manner either, but something else. She couldn't put her finger on what.

She pulled her panties back up, noting she had stretched them slightly due to her movements. She rolled down skirt, wincing as it grazed her tender and inflamed buttocks. For a moment she considered making some comment on it, perhaps getting the last word in and retain some dignity, but decided against it and hurried out of the wing.