The Akkadian chastises Naerwyn.

The assassin glowed with pride at his victory. As he saw it, even trapped in this frail female body his superiority as a male had been established over his new companion. His body still hovered near the brink of climax however and his massive breasts heaved as his breath remained rapid. He was sorely tempted to plunge his own hands between his legs to frig himself to complete what the thief had so nearly accomplished. He remained firm in his resolve though, despite the need he felt in his loins. Retrieving the leather strap from the table he folded and slapped it against his palm experimentally. The loud 'thwack' that was produced sounded loud and ominous and stung his small hand more than he had expected. The Akkadian seated himself on the edge of the bed with his knees together and patted them as he looked up at the nervous looking thief.

"Come novice, across my knees." He demanded imperiously. "I'm sure that you are familiar with the position. I have no doubt that you have always been a willful girl who misbehaved."

Naerwyn's face shone red with suppressed rage and the after effects of the orgasm that had been wrenched from her by the assassin's guile. She walked stiffly over and gave the Akkadian a glacial, withering stare before bending her body across his knees,

"This is not over little whore." She promised in a whisper, as she leant down.

The assassin chivvied the thief into a position that was to his liking. Her fingertips and toes were braced upon the floor and her firm pert ass quivered invitingly on his lap. Thrusting a hand between her sleek thighs he bullied her legs apart so that he could glimpse the lightly furred split peach of her sex between her toned legs. Feminine juices dribbled from the slightly gaping crease of her cunt, running in little rivulets down her inner thighs. The assassin delayed his chastisement of the thief a moment to brush his fingertips through her spending and then suck them clean.

"How I love the taste of cunt juice in the night." The Akkadian declared. "It tastes like...VICTORY!"

Naerwyn's head whipped round at his words and she glared up at him from beneath the auburn tresses that hung down across her face. Though she had been defeated in the contest, the thief was obviously far from ready to accept a submissive role in their relationship yet. The Akkadian stroked the upended globes with his fingers, feeling the firm buttocks twitch under his touch. He prised open the tight crack of Naerwyn's behind to gaze upon the vital key to his success. The pink puckered knot of her anus clenched tightly, the thief perhaps believing that he intended to further **** her rear passage. He contented himself with an inspection of the tight ring and then moved on.

Holding his slim arm at full length out to his side to enable a good swing, the Akkadian swept his hand back. The stroke of the flat, broad leather strap struck the rogue's right buttock directly in the centre of it's rounded swell. A gratifying loud report accompanied it's strike, closely followed by a yelp of pain and indignation. Naerwyn bucked in the assassin's lap and he saw her cuntlips clench and then gape as her muscles responded to the sting of the strap. The spasm of her slick vagina expelled a fresh dribble of womanly juice that dripped down from her cherry red lips. As he landed his second blow, upon her left buttock, her quim spasmed again.

The Akkadian proceeded to administer the thief's punishment in earnest, alternating the blows from the strap upon each of her quivering buttocks. With his slender arms the whipping lacked real strength, but after only a few strikes Naerwyn's pale flesh began to glow a deep rosy hue. Each crack of leather upon pert flesh was rewarded with a high pitched yelp and a buck of the thief's hips upon his knees.

"Owwww. You bitch!....Owwww....Cow!....Owwww...." Naerwyn cried out, wriggling her tortured behind as the blows landed. "Owww....I'll get you for this....Owww....mark my words....Owww....little whore!....Owww."

The Akkadian continued in his task with relish, whipping the bouncing rear of the indignant thief until her insults and threats were silenced and only her yelps could be heard with each stroke. Her buttocks blazed a deep red, welts criss-crossing the taut mounds prettily. Very soon the Akkadian's arm was tiring, Minaja's body that the sorceress had so perfectly recreated in every detail evidently unused to intense physical labour in her profession. The assassin rested, laying aside the strap and caressing the abused globes. They emanated a brilliant heat and the thief winced at even the touch of his slim fingers upon her sore flesh.

"I believe that my novice is suitably chastised for her failure my lord." The Akkadian announced to Trimon, who had watched the spectacle with rapt attention.

Trimon stepped forward, pulling at the knot at his hip that secured his breechclout. The leather covering fell away to reveal the manhood that stood rigidly beneath. The Akkadian's eyes widened and he gasped at the sight, a sound echoed from Naerwyn as her head hung low. The warlord was impressively endowed, perhaps more so than even the Akkadian had been before his transformation. The erect phallus was the length of the assassin's petite forearm and just as thick with the plum at it's tip the size of his small clenched fist. It was with great relief that the Akkadian supposed his victory over Naerwyn had saved him from being fucked and sodomised by such a terrifying cock.

"Oh my gods." Naerwyn wailed in distress as she saw the monstrous phallus. "It's not possible, I shall be rent apart."