Lesbia Chronicles: Over Witch's Knee

by Ther Renard

  "What has you so prickly, imp?" Ayla made the inquiry gently.

  "This is about Normine. It's always about Normine," Eustacia said, swaying dubiously on her one foot. "So leave me and my stump alone."

  Far from leaving her alone, Ayla stooped down, wrapped an arm around Eustacia's knees and tipped the soldier up over her shoulder.

  "Put me down!"

  "No," Ayla said, speaking to Eustacia's posterior. "If you refuse to walk, then you will be reduced to being carried around much of the time. You may as well get used to it." She applied a slap to Eustacia's begowned bottom and smiled as she heard the answering yelp.

  Caught over Ayla's shoulder with her head draped low, Eustacia saw an opportunity for revenge. She drew back her hand and swept it down with a swiftness, catching Ayla's ample cheek with the flat of her palm.

  "You smack me, I smack back!"

  In response to Eustacia's retaliatory slap, Ayla planted six hard whacks on the most padded part of the twin's posterior. Each one was loud enough to echo around the clearing in which the medical camp was pitched, and each one drew a shriek of surprise and soreitude from Eustacia.

  "Stop! Stop!"

  "Oh we are stopping now?" Ayla spoke mildly. "I thought we were playing a game?" She landed another slap low and firm across Eustacia's cheeks, making them bounce in the breeze.

  Eustacia loosed her hand in return, but even with the additional help of gravity, the sound whack she managed to land on Ayla's bottom brought not so much as a wince from the great witch.

  "You're using magic to stop my smackings from hurting!" Eustacia made the accusation at the top of her lungs.

  Ayla responded to that accusation with four more sound whacks, each one delivered at a slow, considered pace, each one proceeded by begging for the stoppage of the whackage and followed by yelping of the highest order.

  "Stop!" Eustacia cried again. "I'll put the foot on!"

  "I'm not sure you've earned foot privileges," Ayla said, hefting Eustacia to a more comfortable position over her shoulder. "I think I'll carry you around all day and smack you for stress relief."

  "Normine!" Eustacia called for her sister, but her sister declined to respond. She was caught with the witch, being smacked over and over again with harsh whacks from a broad hand that needed no magical powers to impart a heated glow.

  "Help!" She cried, wriggling and wailing. "Help!"

  Help did not come. Eustacia found herself slung off of Ayla's shoulder and tossed over her lap. Being handled so expertly was an odd experience for someone who was used to being too big to be dealt to. She expressed her surprise and irritation by biting Ayla right above her knee. Eustacia expected that would give the witch a shock. She waited for Ayla's cry of pain, but instead there was only a mild comment.

  "Oh, you want something in your mouth?"

  Ayla produced a thick chunk of bark and pressed it into Eustacia's open maw. Eustacia sputtered, first because of the unpleasant texture, and then because the bark began to foam against her tongue.

  Eustacia was just as strong willed and strong as Normine. Unlike her sister, she did not direct her energies into being bossy and controlling. She was the opposite side of Normine's coin, the representative of chaos and misbehavior. And she was good at it.

  When Ayla's palm once more connected with her rump, she let out a squeal which was largely muffled by the bark. With a grunt of annoyance, she spat the bark out. It was too late though. The reaction had already taken place on her tongue, filling her mouth with foaming suds that she also spat onto the ground.

  "I might not have a foot, but I don't have to take this!" She declared, using her lithe, long frame to lever herself partway off Ayla's lap.

  She found herself pressed back down and pinned in very short order.

  "I'm afraid you do have to take this," Ayla replied calmly, cracking her whacking hand across Eustacia's upturned backside. "And you'll take it until you understand that there is an order to things here. You will do your physical therapy when I say so, or you will have a very, very sore bottom, understand, my Imp?"

  Before Eustacia could say whether or not she understood, Ayla's hand fell in a series of sharp, hard slaps that burned right through the thin gown protecting Eustacia's modesty. Her lips gaped with cries yet to emerge, her legs flailed and her hips ground in the traditional dance of the red cheeked maiden.

  On and on Ayla spanked, even going so far as to push Eustacia’s robe aside and bare the pale flesh of her cheeks. As she spanked, it occurred to the witch that the bottom she was now looking upon was undoubtedly the same bottom she would find if she were to upend Normine. It was a very pleasant bottom, fleshy, but toned, round and bouncing. It was also blushed with a fire red swathe where her hand had landed over and over

  Eustacia was not at all amused by the treatment. She foamed at the mouth, squirming and struggling for all she was worth. On several occasions if it weren't for a spell whispered quickly to bolster the witch's strength, Ayla would have found it quite impossible to hold the wriggling miscreant in position.

  There was no crying. There was plenty of shouting, and plenty of cursing, but Eustacia appeared to be more offended and outraged at being so soundly spanked than remorseful or repentant.

  "How dare you!" The imp twin shouted. "How dare you dare!"

  Ayla could have spanked longer and harder. She could have pulled a swishy branch from the tree and laid into Eustacia with greater vigor, but she sensed that her point had been made. Eustacia did not like it, she did not want to acknowledge it, but she seemed to have received it.

  The young lady now knew she could be spanked. She could be spanked even if she didn't want it.

  As Eustacia wailed and flailed, Ayla decided there was little further point in smacking the recently wounded soldier. It would only serve to inflict pain and could possibly aggravate her injury.

  Upon being released from the witch's grasp, Eustacia slid off Ayla's lap. She was not at all chastened, but entirely prickly and angry. It rolled off her in waves as she snatched the discarded foot up. She proceeded to fasten it on herself, determinedly sitting on her very well smacked bottom and making pretend as if nothing had happened to it at all.

  Ayla looked on, an amused twist to her lips as Eustacia stood up, took a wobbly, uncomfortable step, then turned and made a rude gesture at her spanker.

  "You're going to pay for doing that to me," she vowed, her narrowed eyes flashing venom. "I promise you that."

  That said, she turned and limped away on her wooden foot. Her gait was uneven and she near stumbled several times, but she was walking, or close enough to it.

  Murmuring under her breath, Ayla counted each step.

  "...Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve."

  Having helped Eustacia along the road to rehabilitation, Ayla wiped her hands on her dress, stood up and went to find Normine. It was not a difficult task, the soldier was still on her patrol, orbiting the camp like its very own moon goddess.

  Ayla enjoyed the sight of Normine striding about the place, the muscular curves of her body moving with athletic vigor. She was a vision in dark leather, young and vital and so beautiful that Ayla's breath caught in her throat as Normine spotted her and came forward, the leather of her uniform creaking softly with each step.

  "Hello, Lady Witch," Normine greeted her with a broad smile. "Come for advice?"

  "I've won," Ayla announced, her eyes half closing with lustful, nigh predatory intent. "Eustacia walked today. Quite well, in fact."

  Normine's smile faltered for a moment, then returned. "I take it you will be exacting the agreed penalty?"

  Ayla reached out and traced a fingertip along the underside of Normine's jaw with tender soft touch. "Oh I most certainly will be."

  A shiver ran through Normine. Ayla felt it. For a long moment the two not quite human women looked at one another, a deep yearning passing between them, unspoken and yet shared.

  Normine broke the sil
ence by clearing her throat. "So Eustacia walked, did she? How did you manage that?"

  "I spanked her," Ayla said. "Good practice for spanking her sister."

  "You spanked her." Normine let out a low whistle. "She would not have liked that."

  "She didn't," Ayla confirmed. "But a hot bottom suits her - almost as much as it will suit you."

  A faint blush rose to Normine's cheeks. "Be careful," she said. "Eustacia has a way of getting her own back. She's much more fierce than I am."

  Ayla chuckled. "And not long ago she was telling me how much braver and bolder you are."

  "Rubbish!" Normine exclaimed. "Eustacia is far braver than me. And when her temper rises, well..." Normine frowned. "I better go and find her before she does something silly."

  She turned and began walking back toward the medicine tent with a brisk step.

  "I don't think that's necessary," Ayla said, following after her. "You wouldn't be stalling to avoid your own spanking would, you?"

  Normine stopped abruptly and rounded on Ayla with something of a worried look in her eye. "I know Eustacia seems whiny and pitiful, but trust me, she's plenty dangerous. Especially when she's upset."

  "She has a spanked bottom," Ayla replied. "I hardly think she's in a dangerous state of mind."

  "What was the last thing she said to you?"

  "Some allusion to making me pay," Ayla said. "The usual response of a disobedient brat."

  Normine's frown grew deeper. "Oh dear," she said. "That's not good at all."

  "Normine, I think you're exaggerating," Ayla replied. "You should really worry less about your sister."

  "You don't understand," Normine replied. "You don't know Eustacia like I do." She cast about with her arms as if to convey the point with her body. "Okay," she said, her voice lowering as she took Ayla into her confidence. "You want know how she lost that foot?"

  "Is it relevant to the spanking which I promise you is growing longer and more intense with every stall tactic you employ?" Ayla asked the question dryly.

  "Just listen, would you, you cloth-eared old Elf!" Normine snapped, losing her temper. "I was down. Disarmed. One of those twice dead creatures was about to bite me. It was so damn close I could smell the death on its breath. Another second and I would have been gone. I'm here because Eustacia came charging up. She didn't have a weapon either. Steel sticks in those things when you run them through and the acid corrodes the blade. Her sword was broken like mine. And you know what she did?" Normine paused for a split second, then continued speaking before Ayla could respond. "She leaped off of a fallen corpse with a flying kick and shoved her foot right down that thing's throat."

  Normine took a deep breath, her eyes growing misty. When she spoke again, her voice cracked with emotion.

  "She didn't lose that foot. She sacrificed it. For me."

  "I'm sure you appreciate that sacrifice," Ayla said. "But I don't see the connection here. Eustacia may be a brave and bold soul, but I don't believe I need to concern myself with her temper tantrum..."

  Normine was already moving off again, forcing Ayla to follow if she wanted to keep the soldier in sight.

  Tracking her twin like a bloodhound, Normine followed her nose to one of the small soldier's tents at the perimeter of the camp. She pushed aside the flap and cried out.

  "Eusty, what are you doing?"

  "I'm going witch hunting!"

  Eustacia was sitting on a stool. She was also fitting a long pointed iron bolt to the crossbow clenched between her knees. Her brow was furrowed with anger and determination, her face flushed bright red.

  "It's been a long time since I heard a hot-blooded brat utter that sentence," Ayla mused to herself, keeping her distance and letting Normine deal with the situation.

  "That's a crossbow," Normine said. "That's a weapon."

  "I bloody well know what it is," Eustacia said. "I'm going to teach that witch to mess with me."

  "With a crossbow," Normine said dryly. "That seems like a proportionate response to you, does it?"

  "She took advantage," Eustacia hissed. "If I had my foot there's no way she would have been able to do that."

  "That's not true," Normine disagreed. "That witch could beat your ass even if you had five feet. She's got the magic in her."

  "Well she won't be beating anyone's ass again." Eustacia said, priming the bow.

  "Put that thing down, you fool," Normine said, her tone growing more serious. "You're being ridiculous."

  One furious limb flailed in the air, a clenched fist punctuating Eustacia's impassioned response. "Oh, I'm ridiculous now, am I? Is that what I am?"

  "Eustacia." Normine spoke with heavy finality. "I forbid you to harm the witch."

  "You forbid me?" Eustacia scowled. "Don't play that scroll, Normine."

  "I'm playing it," Normine said. "You will not harm the witch."

  Eustacia let out a cry of frustration and fired the crossbow into the dirt, narrowly missing her good foot. "It's not fair! We're not at home anymore. You have no authority here!"

  Normine squared her shoulders and looked down at her ever so slightly younger sister. "You want to test it?"

  The tension in the tent rose for a long moment as the twin sisters stared one another down. Then Eustacia slumped where she sat and waved a defeated hand. "Go away, Normine."

  Leaving Eustacia to lick a second set of wounds, Normine retreated from the tent and let the flap fall behind her.

  "What happened?" Ayla inquired, having overheard the exchange, but not entirely understood it.

  "Where we're from, twins are regarded as being two bodies with one soul," Normine explained. "The older twin, even by a minute, holds authority over the younger."

  "So Eustacia has to obey you?"

  Normine shrugged. "In theory, yes," she said. "But Eusty never does as she's told, so I don't bring it up very often. Only when I absolutely have to. Like now. I'm not promising she won't try to get even, mind. She just won't do it with six inches of iron."

  "What a relief," Ayla said dryly, looping her arm around Normine's. "Now, you and I have a matter to attend to, don't we?"

  Dark lashes batted in her direction. "You can't wait until this evening?"

  Ayla's lips twisted as she slid her hand over Normine's hip and lightly cupped the soldier's bottom. "I think the day is beginning to turn to dusk, don't you?" The witch let her hand continue slipping over the curve of Normine's cheek until her fingers rode against the crevice between Normine's thighs, passing over the leather clad skin with a casually intimate touch.

  A shiver passed through Normine's body. The soldier squeezed her thighs together for a brief moment.

  "The light is going a little," she agreed, her voice hoarse.

  "Quite," Ayla said, letting her fingers saw gently back and forth at the apex of Normine's thighs. "Will you come to the forest now?"

  "I think that would be wise," Normine agreed, taking a stunted step as the tips of Ayla's fingers circled over the bud of her desire.

  The edge of the forest seemed very far away as Normine endeavored to walk whilst Ayla teased her through leather. Her bow-legged gait was in no way dignified, but she appeared to have abandoned dignity in favor of pleasure.

  "Oh thank the goddess," she moaned the minute they managed to sink into the depths of the forest and were covered from view. Leaning back against a tree, she spread her thighs and allowed the witch greater access to her body.

  Ayla's hands abandoned Normine's sensitive spots to work at the leather ties of her pants. Normine was left in a haze of need, her breath coming in quick gasps as she thrust her hips forward. The witch moved in closer, stepping between spread legs and lowering her mouth to catch Normine in a kiss even as she eased the leather barrier over the curve of the soldier's ass.

  "Now," the witch whispered against Normine's lips as their eyes met in a symphony of sparkling green. "Time to spank you."

  Chapter Forty

  In the house at the end of Lesbia, a not at all
studious Atrocious was pouring over documents and scrolls which meant little to her owing to the fact she could barely read. She had told Ariadne this, but the High Witch had informed her that it didn't much matter whether she understood what she was looking at. It just mattered that she looked at it.

  "I wonder what Ayla is doing right now," Atrocious mused, putting her head in her hands and gazing out of an octagonal window.

  "Tending to the weak and wounded," Ariadne said. "Do not lose focus. You must concentrate on that text."

  "I miss her," Atrocious said, glancing briefly at the shimmering page where silver characters danced in mysterious flow.

  "As do all her lovers."

  Atrocious glanced over at Ariadne, who was sitting peacefully in an armchair, her swirls moving like languid waves over her face as she knitted a scarf.

  "What do you mean all her lovers?"

  "There is not a corner of this country not occupied by some whimpering woman pining after Ayla," Ariadne said. "I'm not entirely sure what they see in her. What is it, you think?"

  Atrocious scowled. "I don't know what scores of weeping women want from Ayla."

  "What do you want from her?"

  "Her body. Her mind. Her heart."

  "Nothing too serious then," Ariadne observed dryly over the sound of her clacking needles. "You must forget about Ayla and concentrate on your studies. You will soon meet the Blood Witch, and when you do you will need all the wisdom and knowledge you are capable of scraping together."

  Atrocious supposed Ariadne was probably correct. Still, she couldn't help but cast her mind toward Ayla. She felt herself drifting over the scroll, her mind taking leave of the tedious room and running free over the lands of Lesbia.

  Mind wandering was a habit she'd developed over the past weeks. At first she had fancied it was a matter of imagination, but sometimes she saw things she would never have imagined. Horrible things. Dark things. Things that made her not at all keen to meet the Blood Witch.

  On this occasion, her mind was drawn through thick verdant forests. It landed lightly in the thick but quick mind of some form of amphibian. Atrocious looked through its eyes and let out a little cry as she saw the object of her affection. Ayla was just as Atrocious remembered her, silver spun hair flowing over beautiful tall frame, all curves and bosom.