She Decides to Punish Casey

For a long moment, Natalie looked at Casey, who shifted from foot to foot nervously. Natalie could tell that she had struggled to come here and say what she just had, just as she could tell that she had felt drawn to do so. Natalie felt her blood flow quickly through her body, a sense of unreality had gripped her now. Almost always in her adventures, she was the one being made to strip, being publicly humiliated, or being prodded and poked. Obviously, via her powers, she usually retained true control, but it was unusual for her to have a way to control things that didn't ultimately fall back on her abilities.

She looked at Casey, trying to read her, trying to understand her intentions, and what had really driven her here. After a moment, she gave up on that, and decided to try a more direct route. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and reached out with her powers. Usually, she used them to implant ideas and suggestions, but some degree of ability to read other people was also required for them to work. It was this she fell back to now, reaching out with unseen hands to link herself and Casey. The younger woman's thoughts were abuzz with excitement and energy, tinged with embarrassment, and awkwardness, Casey's heart was thundering a thousand miles a minute, and her mind was full of thoughts. Natalie pushed deeper, beyond the ones she was thinking right now, trying to dig down to the core, to find out what had motivated her to come here.

For the first time in a long while, Natalie had trouble with her powers. This wasn't what she usually used them for, and that meant she wasn't as practiced as she was in other aspects of them. She could implant thoughts and suggestions casually, but when it came to reading them, it was harder. Human thoughts were like flashes of light, bright, searing things that roared and flashed around you, complex and multi-jointed, you had to be careful to interpret them properly. Casey was aroused, that much was obvious in her mind. She felt shaky, and sick with nerves as well. Guilt was a large part of why she was here, but there was more than that. Under it, she was hoping to be punished. Natalie realised that Casey had had an awakening of sorts, starting with Wren's game during movie night. Not only had she realised she was attracted to women, but also that the idea of being punished and bound appealed to her. In seeing how it applied to Natalie, she had realised she wanted to feel it done to herself. Coming to Natalie then was not totally about guilt, even if she herself thought it was.

She wanted to feel like Natalie felt, but was scared to go to Wren or Samantha, and didn't have a boyfriend or girlfriend to test it out with either.

Natalie pulled out of her mind then, feeling vaguely dirty for having intruded in such a way in the first place. in real time, only a few moments had passed. Casey was still looking to the ground, Natalie still thinking about whether to accept her offer or not.

"All right." She said, moving the blankets aside as she swivelled over to the side of the bed, and draped her legs down to the ground. It felt cold to leave the blankets, and she noticed how Casey's eyes were drawn to her womanhood, her outer lips still vaguely swollen and pink from her earlier punishment. "You want to be punished, Casey? I suppose I can do something for you."

"I...I don't want to be..." Casey lied. "I just feel like I ought to be..."

"Well then, let's get started." Natalie said, rising to her feet, her hands on her waist as she looked down at Casey. "But what kind of punishment would be appropriate for you, hmm? It's a pity that Wren put away the magic wands, isn't it? Why don't you take off your shirt, and we'll see what we have to work with?"

Casey nodded, gripping the edges of the oversized shirt and hauling it over her head. She moved with a certain amount of haste, Natalie noted, for someone who was being punished. As the shirt fell, Casey's body was exposed. Natalie had seen it before, but she took a moment to get a better look at it now. Casey had a slim build, with long legs, and breasts that were smaller than average. Her skin was pale, and she had freckles scattered across her upper chest. Her nipples were a light brown colour, which contrasted oddly with her skin. She seemed nervous about them, half raising an arm to shield her chest before she stopped herself. Her nipples were already stiff with arousal, and Natalie could see that she had worn nothing under the shirt except for a pair of black panties. She was breathing heavily, flushed with the humiliation of exposing herself to Natalie.

Natalie wondered what to start with. She usually wasn't the one in this potion, and she didn't want to push too far or too hard, but she could feel Casey becoming more aroused by the moment, so she decided to start with some light humiliation, just to test if her reading had been correct.

"Your panties are wet." She said.

It was true. A large wet spot was visible on her panties. Casey blushed.

"You're not supposed to look forward to punishments, you know." Natalie said. "That's the point of them. If you're enjoying it, then it's not a punishment, it's a game."

As she spoke, she moved. Casey had risen from the chair in order to take her shirt off, and now Natalie was slowly pacing around her. The younger woman clearly wanted to turn and look, to watch where Natalie was going, but she didn't. She stood her ground, looking towards the bed as Natalie circled her slowly. Natalie felt a thrill of power, a sense of control that was strange to her, and yet arousing. Was this what Wren felt? Maybe she could get used to it...

"Take off your panties and give them to me."

"Y-yes, Natalie." Casey said, her hands trembled cutely as she pawed at the waist of her panties, lifting one of her well toned legs to slide it out of the garments, then, she did the same with her other leg. She bent down, showing off her butt as she grabbed the panties, and then turned to face Natalie to hand them over. As she took them, Natalie cast a glance along Casey's body, seeing her womanhood again. It was delicate looking, her mound a petite thing.

"I noticed before." Natalie said, "Though, I didn't have time to ask. You're shaved down there?"

Casey looked like a deer caught in the headlights of a car, her cheeks red as she mumbled something in return.

"I didn't hear you, why don't you speak up?"

She gulped, and nodded.

"I-I shave myself, Natalie." She said. "I like to feel smooth... you know... d-down there..."

"Not because some boyfriend told you he liked you that way?"

"I've never had a boyfriend."

"Girlfriend?"

"N-No..."

"I see." Natalie said. "So, besides from me the other night, has anyone else ever touched you down there?"

Casey took a deep breath, clearly trying to master herself, even so, there was a tremble in her limbs, and her face turned pale. She looked up, and Natalie could sense her humiliation at war with her arousal.

"You're the first other person to ever touch me, Natalie." She admitted, after a moment.

"And yet you shave?"

"I... I don't like the idea of being hairy." She said, looking to the ground again. "It doesn't feel good against my fingers when I touch myself."

"If you had hair down there, you probably wouldn't feel quite so humiliated at the moment." Natalie pointed out, "You'd have at least some cover..."