Phase 2 of Delphi´s plan

“Very funny… I hope you enjoy this caAAAAAAAAAHHHHH! What now?” The web enveloping Viela´s hand pulled her up, bringing her closer to the branches in the tree. Her feet were now dangling several meters above the air.

The spider on Delphi’s arms jumped down and climbed the tree. “It’s probably the mama spider. The Whipping Widow is one of the few arachnid species with motherly instincts, did you know?”

Eight red eyes glowed from the top of the tree, staring at prey dangling in below. “This isn’t funny, the spider is going to kill me!” Viela thrashed about like a fish out of water. The dog-sized arachnid skittered down the trunk until it was right next to the scared headmistress. “Ouch!”

The spider had rolled a string of web between two of its legs and, like a wet towel, used it to hit Viela’s taut behind. “Don’t worry, the Whipping Widow doesn’t eat anything larger than a pigeon. But, it is known for hunting birds using its web as sort of a makeshift whip, hence the name!”

“Ouch!” Viela recoiled. The spider had hit her purple butt cheeks again, the whipping sound echoing across the meadow along with the chiming of the jester hat’s bells. “I noticed! Oww!”

“And this little fella is quite mad at you for kicking her son. So, you know, hope you enjoy your whipping!”

“Owww! Get me down! Ouch! Stop laughing, this is not funny!”

“I disagree,” replied a sassy blonde elf, snickering. “This is quite funny.”

“I won’t say it’s funny per se, but it is mesmerizing,” commented another.

“Thanks for inviting us here, Delphi,” replied the zoology teacher with its class, all of which were doodling the scene. “A fascinating proof of the spider’s maternal instincts.”

“Stop gawking and come help your headmistress. Ouch! Or at least stop staring!” Huh, this must be the first time Delphi saw Viela blush, her lavender face turning a deep shade of indigo. She almost didn’t think she was capable of the act.

“I wouldn’t try to help her if I were you,” Delphi told the group. “Unless you want to get whipped by the spider too.”

Lured by the howls and screeches of their headmistress, more and more elves arrived under the tree to see what the commotion was about. Viela struggled with all her might, swaying back and forth like a swing with each spank. Her bare muscles flexing, glittering with the sweat of her fruitless effort to escape her situation. She even tried to kick the spider, but it was too far away. All she earned for her act of aggression was an even stronger attack on her battered behind.

“Is that the headmistress? Is she naked? And being spanked by a spider?”

“Technically, she is not naked, see? She has a hat.”

“Sure, might as well happen in this college.”

“You know, this gives me an idea for a new hazing ritual for our sorority.”

“Huh, maybe it wasn’t a disaster after all?” Violet said, staring at the grinning Delphi.

“Give it time, it’s not over yet,” Orchid replied, gawking at the squirming Viela.