You lose your temper and lash out magically

It's the slap on the ass that pushes you over the edge. You are a mage, one who made it here on your own merits, and you will not suffer these abuses quietly! You turn, and with a word and a gesture cast a hex that should swell her already ample chest until each breast is the size of a watermelon.

Einamina gasped in shock as she felt a sudden, intense pressure around her chest. Glancing down, her eyes widened in disbelief and outrage at the sight of her breasts swelling rapidly, the silken fabric of her uniform straining to contain the sudden growth. She could feel the seam of her top creaking, the buttons threatening to pop off one by one as her bosom expanded with alarming speed.

For a moment, she was too stunned to react, her mouth opening and closing in wordless shock. But as quickly as her surprise faded, her fury rose to take its place. How dare this mongrel, this inferior creature, lay a hand on her, let alone cast a spell to defile her perfect form!

With a snarl of rage, Einamina lashed out, her hands moving in a blur of motion. She unleashed a barrage of counter-spells, her magic crashing against yours like a tidal wave against a sandcastle. Your hex crumbled instantly under the onslaught, the breast expansion vanishing as quickly as it had come, leaving Einamina's chest its usual, perfect size and shape.

But she did not stop there. Her eyes flashed with molten fury as she advanced on you, her heels clicking ominously on the stone floor. She grabbed you by the hair, wrenching your head back and forcing you to look up at her, to see the blazing rage etched into her beautiful features.

"You dare! You absolute, utter mongrel!" she spat, her voice shaking with barely contained fury. "You think you can lay a hand on me, defile my body with your pathetic magic, and face no consequences? I should flay you alive for such an insult!"

She shoved you roughly to the floor, leaving you sprawled at her feet, your abused body aching and raw. She loomed over you, her silhouette somehow both terrifying and alluring in the flickering light of the arcane lamps.

"Since you seem to have no respect for my authority or your place, I'm going to have to teach you a lesson you won't soon forget. I hope you're ready for the punishment of your life, mongrel. It's going to be a long night for you..."

*With that ominous promise, she raised her hands, and you braced yourself for the worst, realizing too late that you are outmatched in a direct magical duel against her.

Einamina's lips curled in a wicked, vengeful smile as she pointed a finger at your exposed, reddened ass. She murmured an incantation under her breath, and you felt a sudden, intense pressure and stretching sensation in your glutes. Your ass cheeks began to swell and bloat, ballooning outwards with alarming speed until they had doubled, then tripled in size. The skin stretched taut and shiny, jiggling obscenely with each breath you took.

Before you could even begin to process this new humiliation, Einamina was already conjuring your next torment. Floating in the air beside your inflatable ass were a pair of ornate, wooden paddles. They hovered there, bobbing gently, before shooting forward with supernatural speed and ****.

The paddles smacked against your bloated ass cheeks with a resounding crack, the sound echoing through the room. You cried out in pain, your body jerking forward from the brutal impact, but the magical paddles followed, smacking your ass from both sides with ruthless efficiency. They left vivid red handprints blooming across your skin, the heat of the blows searing into your flesh.

As the paddles continued their relentless ****, you felt a sudden, strange sensation in your body. Your limbs began to move of their own accord, your body puppeted by Einamina's dark magic. You stumbled to your feet, your movements jerky and uncoordinated as you were **** to walk out into the hallway.

With each stumbling step, your massively expanded ass bounced and jiggled, the flesh rippling from the **** of the paddles' blows. You could hear the lewd sound of your own flesh being abused, the smack of wood against skin echoing obscenely through the corridor.

But the humiliation was far from over. As you walked, you felt your cock begin to stiffen and harden, rising to full, throbbing arousal. Your puppeted body grabbed it roughly, fisting the shaft as it jerked you off with brutal, mechanical efficiency. Lewd squelching noises filled the air as your own hand pumped your cock in time with the paddles' blows, the stimulation almost too intense to bear.

*And through it all, you heard the words spilling from your own lips, **** out by Einamina's body puppetry spell. Over and over, you chanted

"I am a stupid mongrel. I am doing this as punishment for forgetting that Einamina is eternally my superior. My fat jiggly ass is made to be punished."

As the night wore on, Einamina **** you to parade through the darkened, mostly abandoned halls of Augustine Academy. The few late-night studiers or night patrol guards who glimpsed you could hardly believe their eyes at the sight of a half-naked man, his ass grotesquely swollen and striped with red welts, jerking off and chanting in a trance-like state.

Each step sent a fresh jolt of agony shooting through your inflamed, abused cheeks. The once-plush flesh now felt like a mass of raw nerve endings, screaming in protest with every movement. Tears streamed down your face from the unrelenting pain, but still, you were compelled to continue, to walk the endless corridors as your puppet master willed.

The animated paddles followed you like a cruel shadow, smacking your ass with metronomic precision. The sound of wood cracking against bloated flesh echoed through the empty halls, a lewd, obscene symphony of punishment. Occasionally, a curious student or faculty member would poke their head out of their room, only to quickly duck back inside, scandalized by the depraved spectacle.

But even in the stillness and emptiness of the night, the humiliation was no less intense. You could feel the eyes of unseen observers burning into your backside as you jerked yourself off with mechanical desperation, your voice rising in a chant of self-deprecation.

"I am a stupid mongrel. I am doing this as punishment for forgetting that Einamina is eternally my superior. My fat, jiggly ass is made to be punished."

The words rang out in the empty corridors, a testament to your utter debasement and submission to your elven tormentor. There was no mercy to be found in the abandoned halls, no respite from the agony and shame that consumed you.

As the night dragged on and the pain in your ass grew ever more unbearable, you could only pray for the dawn to come, and for Einamina's cruel punishment to finally, mercifully end. But for now, you were doomed to walk the halls of your own humiliation, a living lesson in the consequences of defying the superior bloodline of the high elves.