She examined the target with a sharp eye, then her bow and the quiver of arrows behind her as she brainstormed a plan.
“Alright, we’ll try it your way,” she said glancing to Max. “It worked for your sister, so surely it can work for me too, right? Starting from this point forward, for every arrow that misses the board, I will endure an act of discipline to help me focus more in the future.”
“Um, okay?” Max unsurely said. “You don’t need to do this as extreme as Mae did, Grace. You can just-”
“We’re doing this the way you said,” Grace sternly ordered him. “Don’t argue with me.”
“Alright, if that’s what you want. So, what are you going to do to discipline yourself if you miss?”
“I need to endure something that will definitely make me strive to perfect my shots,” Grace mused, eyeing over Max with a keen eye. “Something that I’ll dread and do anything I can to avoid happening to me.”
“What would something like that be?”
“Let’s see here,” Grace slowly said, looking over Max then the target that she was determined to fill with her arrows. “Well, I’ll just pick the worst thing I can imagine happening to me. Max, for every arrow that misses that target, you’ll give me a spanking for after my quiver is empty.”
“WHAT?” Max cried out, staring at her like she was crazy.
“You heard me,” Grace firmly told him. “Start counting when I miss, and keep counting the ones that fail to hit the target. After I’m done you’re to give me that many spankings as punishment for my failures.”
“Are you serious?” Max questioned with disbelief. “Grace, you don’t have to do that, really. You don’t have to go through that in order to-”
“Do not argue with me!” Grace roared at him. “You’re my servant. You owe me your life. You even promised to help me with my archery. So this is what we’re going to do, and that’s final!”
Max stuttered some form of nonsensical reply as the elf glared at him with a blush seen on her cheeks.
“It’s not like I want you to spank me or anything,” she insisted with a fluster. “I’m just using that as motivation to perfect my aim. That’s all. I’m going to become an amazing archer, I’m going to save my people from The Sisterhood, and I’m going to do it all because that’s my destiny! I may not be Clover, but I’ll make a name for myself that even she will respect! You were right about me needing to step out of her shadow and be my own elf, and you were right that I need to be able to properly fire one fucking arrow. So that’s what we’re going to work on. Now shut up and start counting, and don’t you dare try to be lenient with me! You got that?”
“Um… if that’s… what you want, Grace,” Max finally said in defeat.
“Good. Now stand aside and watch how I do. This is what Grace the elf is capable of!” Grace declared before yanking an arrow out from her quiver, taking aim at the target, and firing it with a sharp shrill.
*****
A small breeze blew through the plaza, followed by yet another deafening explosion of magical energy and uncontrollable gales erupting from a nearby courtyard. Yet only the residents and caretakers of the sanctuary paid any notice to that, as Grace and Max were solely focused on their current task. The elf’s quiver was empty on her back, her loose hair flowing freely in the wind, and her eyes nervously staring at the target ahead of her while a small drop of sweat formed on her temple. Beside her, Max had an uneasy grimace on his face as well, his eyes slowly glancing to Grace then back to the target that she had been firing at with heightened determination this time.
“Uh…” Grace softly spoke before gulping, her eyes shakily turning to Max as he eyed over her performance. “So… how many… did I miss?”
“Not as many as usual,” Max tried to praise her with. After a pause he turned to see the elf watching him with worried eyes. “Just… seventeen misses this time. Out of… thirty. So… a little more than half.”
“Seventeen,” Grace unsteadily repeated. “Alright. That’s not so bad. Then… that means… seventeen spanks are an order.”
“Grace, we don’t have to do this, we can just-” Max started to say before the elf dropped her bow and quiver on the ground. Seeing her timidly staring at him Max fumbled with his words again, a blush forming on his cheeks that matched hers as he tried and failed to reason with the elf.
“I’m never going to get better if I don’t push myself, remember?” Grace reminded him. “I need to force myself to use more focus and control with my archery, I need to train myself properly. That’s what you told me, remember? This was your idea.”
“Wait, that’s not what I was trying to-”
“This is to help me get better.”
“But there are other ways to-”
“This is my decision.”
“But you don’t have to-”
“Do your job, servant,” Grace ordered, gently holding out her hand. She motioned with her eyes behind Max, with him turning to see a bench near the wall under the walkway awning, then back to the elf as she nodded at him.
“Take your mistress over there, and… punish her,” Grace managed to get out before gulping. “Do it, right now. Or else I’ll beat the fucking shit out of you right here and now.”
“Grace,” Max sighed, seeing the pleading look she had while motioning for him to take her hand. After trying to form some sort of protest that he couldn’t find the words to, Max slowly breathed out in defeat as the elf quivered a little in anticipation before him. Taking her hand he led the girl towards the bench, something that got both their hearts racing for what was about to happen. Stepping into the shade under the canopy Max turned to Grace to speak before she did so first.
“Wait!” she suddenly said. “Do my panties need to come off first?”
“What?” Max exclaimed, turning red.
“I mean, you’re going to be lifting up my skirt to spank my bare cheeks, right? Do the panties need to be removed so they don’t get in the way of my punishment?” Grace timidly asked, lowering her head.
“I’m going to be… doing what?” Max uttered out before looking down to the girl’s thighs.
“You’re going to be spanking me, remember? Focus here, Max.”
“I- uh- but- they- you- I- and- well,” Max nervously stammered before shaking his head hard. “No! They can stay on! That’s okay! Really, you don’t need to take anything off! That won’t change anything!”
“Good,” Grace breathed out in relief. “I was hoping we wouldn’t be crossing a line with this.”
“That’s where the line is for you, huh?” Max weakly asked, feeling his knees wobbling under him. Grace shyly nodded before glancing away and wiggling her hips.
“So… what are you waiting for? Hurry up and do it. You’ve wanted this for some time now, haven’t you?”
“What are you talking about? I’ve never wanted to spank you before.”
“Don’t give me that crap,” she scoffed in a fluster. “You don’t like how I treat you and you want to get even with me, I know you do. So just do it already. Here’s your chance to get revenge on me.”
“I’m not looking to get revenge on you, Grace, I never-”
“Just shut up and spank me already!” Grace shouted at him. “I gave you an order, so do it! Let’s go!”
Max held up his hand defensively as the elf snarled at him, though it was hard to tell if it was out of anger or embarrassment. Seeing that arguing with her would only bring him more trouble, Max slowly reached out and took her hand, the elf showing a clearly forced look of determination as he led her over to the bench. Sitting down he tugged her closer, the girl slowly getting onto her knees beside him before ever so carefully leaning forward. Max held his breath as did Grace while she gently laid across his lap, her hands shakily moving forward and gripping the seat in front of her brightly blushing face. Mustering all the courage he had, Max carefully pulled her skirt up, his eyes focusing intently on the courtyard straight ahead of him as he struggled
to keep his composure.
“What are you waiting for?” Grace demanded. “Hurry up. Seventeen spanks. Let’s get this over with.”
“Whatever you say,” Max hesitantly agreed. Seeing no way out now, he slowly turned his gaze down, his eyes widening at seeing the elf’s rear and white panties clear as day on his lap. Glancing to the side he jumped a bit at noticing Grace peeking back at him, her lips struggling to remain in a scowl as she was just as anxious as he was.
“Well? Say the line,” Grace impatiently ordered him.
“Line? What line? There’s a line to say?”
“You know, the line. Something like, ‘You’ve been a bad girl,’ or ‘You asked for it,’ or ‘Start saying you’re sorry.’ A line like that.”
“Those are oddly specific examples,” Max noted. “But still, those aren’t necessary for this, are they? I mean you wanted me to-”
“Say a proper line first,” Grace demanded. “If we’re going to do this then we’re going to do it right. You’re punishing me, so act the fucking part. Just… just say something first before you do it.”
“Um… you… you asked for it,” he said with a shrug, getting a few quick nods from the girl. Lifting his hand up he prepared to administer the first whack, something Grace tensed up from as she shut her eyes tightly. Taking a few deep breaths Max threw caution to the wind and slapped her rear, getting a sharp whack and yell out of the girl.
“You okay?” he quickly asked her.
“Just start counting!” Grace whined.
“Alright… one,” he counted, and then slapped her again. Again and again he braved through his own form of sentence in doing this, knowing full well if he hesitated any further or tried to excuse the girl she would likely let out her remaining punishments on him instead. He also found it very confusing to him in some ways, as he was both disciplining a girl in a very strict manner and at the same time found it to be strangely alluring. The way Grace was arching back now and again with her screams, the way she was being the obedient one with him this time, and the blatantly obvious view of her exposed rear that he was allowed, nay, ordered to handle like this; despite it being a little embarrassing for him, he found a small sense of satisfaction in his task.
Grace however was having trouble keeping her thoughts straight and how many times he struck her rear, the girl feeling the stinging effects on her cheeks very clearly while also a burning sensation was lighting up in her face as she was now blushing profoundly. She felt humiliation for being handled by a boy like this, she felt shame knowing anyone could see them right now, and she felt anger at herself for both missing her shots and also agreeing to this in the first place. But she also felt something else, something that was strangely new to her. Something that slowly consumed her thoughts with each slap she suffered from his hand.
‘What is this? What’s happening? This… he… it’s… it feels…’
“Seventeen,” Max declared as he finished the sentence. He looked over the tan cheeks of the young elf who was quivering atop his lap then shakily breathed out as he fully realized that he just spanked a cute girl repeatedly, by her order. He caught his breath and waited for Grace to start yelling at him for what he just did, however she never said a word. It was then he noticed her face was covered by her hair after she had been shaking her head so much during her sentence, while her hands were slowly clawing the bench and slightly shaking still.
“Grace? Are you… okay?”
“…more…” she faintly spoke, earning a confused look from the boy. Thinking he didn’t hear right he reached over and carefully brushed aside her hair, a curious look coming over him as he saw the girl’s face. Her eyes were twitching and unfocused, her face was partially flushed while her breathing was ragged and soft, and her mouth was opened in a dazed smile with her tongue hanging out the side. It was clear that she was still reeling from what happened to her, however she didn’t appear to be suffering at all, rather it seemed like she was dreamily relishing it.
“Grace?” he carefully questioned.
“More…” she breathed out, a glazed look seen in her hungry eyes that tried to focus on him. For a moment she appeared just as Max had often thought about monsters before meeting his new friends. The raw, lustful look in her eyes was unmistakable as the elf seemed to be thoroughly excited now. She blinked a few times before snapping to her senses, a stunned expression quickly coming over her while Max stared at her in equal concern.
“What did you say?” he slowly asked.
“I mean… no more, no more,” she quickly said shaking her head. Trying to sit up she cringed and dropped back onto his lap, her legs trembling on the bench while she held a hand to her sore behind.
“Um… don’t worry, there’s no more. You’re done,” Max assured her.
“Good!” she yelled out with a flustered grimace. “I hated every second of that! Fuck. This had better pay off, or else I’m going to rip your fucking nuts off and make you choke on them!”
“I’m hoping it helps you too,” Max admitted with a weak smile. “Are… are you okay now?”
“No, my ass was slapped silly by a stupid boy,” Grace snapped as she slowly moved back and sat on her legs beside him, rubbing her tender rear while glaring at the boy. “Geez, you didn’t have to hit me so hard like that. Don’t you know how to treat a lady? I was right; you’ve been wanting to do that to me, haven’t you?”
“What? No! No I haven’t, I swear! I only did that because you-”
“Save it,” Grace scoffed, slowly sitting down on the bench beside him with a painful wince. “Damn, that really hurts. Why didn’t you tell me getting a spanking would hurt that much? A little warning would have been nice.”
“Was that the first time you got spanked?” Max wondered. “Didn’t you ever get that back home when you misbehaved?”
“Are you kidding? I was the priestess’ daughter. I’m a fucking princess of Green Haven. The worst punishment I ever received was being grounded and confined to my room for a few days. That or having my bow taken away. I was never slapped like that before by anyone.”
“Huh. Royalty types,” Max chuckled shaking his head.
“What’s so funny?”
“You had it so rough living in your forest,” Max remarked, raising an eyebrow at the girl. “You poor thing.”
“I did,” Grace insisted. “You think you had an easy life compared to mine?”
“Did you used to work all day doing heavy chores and managing a store, every day?” Max quizzed her, earning a silent frown from the girl. “You ever chop enough firewood to last through the week, or organize piles and piles of heavy armor and weapons, or cook meals for yourself and your family? You ever got splinters one hour, bruises the next, and burns in another? And don’t even get me started on how difficult it is to keep a trading shop and your own home clean every day. But you probably know what that’s like, right?”
“You… you did all that? Every day?” Grace wondered.
“I had it easy,” Max reasoned with a shrug. “My sisters were the ones risking their lives all the time in their monster hunts. My job was to keep the trading shop running while they were gone, keep the house organized, keep the firewood stocked, keep the water filled in the kitchen, and if I was lucky, I might get an hour at best to goof off in my room at night.”
“Goof off?” Grace repeated with an amused smile.
“Well, I called it wood carving. My sisters called it goofing off. But they were just teasing me like they always do.”
“You did wood carvings?” Grace wondered. “That’s something I liked to do back home too.”
“I was trying to get better at the craft, but it’s been slow so far,” Max laughed with a shrug. “I just know simple stuff. I can make you a very bad dog, or a terribly shaped deer, or if you really want to be amazed I know how to carve a crude turtle.”
“A turtle?” Grace laughed. “Wow. Impressive. So, you’re an expert then, huh?”
“Yeah? Well what
have you made before?” Max challenged her.
“I made a bow,” Grace proudly said. After a moment of Max giving her a knowing look the elf slowly slumped down with a pout. “It… broke right away when I tried to tie a string to it. But it looked really cool before it snapped in half.”
“I bet it did,” Max chuckled.
“It did!” she yelled back. He laughed and held up his hands defensively, earning a flustered grumble from the girl as looked back down again. She kicked her feet for a little while before glancing to Max with a curious eye, seeing him watching the clouds above slowly drifting by.
“What made you choose wood carving as a hobby?” she softly asked.
“For one, there was plenty of wood to be found where I lived,” he reasoned with a shrug. “That and it’s something you can do by yourself. Growing up in Trixton Pass, I only ever had my sisters as company. Nobody else lives around there, I only see travelers as they pass through. Wood carving was something I could do in my spare time by myself.”
“You didn’t have any friends, did you?”
“Hard to have friends when nobody is around.”
“Yeah… I guess,” Grace said, looking back down again with a saddened expression.
“You probably had a lot of friends in Green Haven, so I wouldn’t imagine you would know what it was like,” Max said rubbing the back of his head. “It was just something else that made growing up more of a challenge for me. I can’t complain much though; I had it pretty good with my sisters around. They may have teased me a lot, and acted weird sometimes, but they made it all worth it in the end. I wasn’t just working to take care of myself; I was working to take care of all of us.”
“Yeah,” Grace softly replied, glancing away and holding her arms around herself. She closed her eyes and slowly breathed out as the wind gently blew through the court, the elf falling silent for a while until Max noticed her being quiet.
“Grace? You okay?”
“I’m fine,” she said, standing up and stretching out her arms. She cringed a little and moved her hips around, something Max blushed from seeing as she was pretty much waving her butt right in front of him. She brushed down her outfit then glanced back to Max while crossing her arms with a huff.
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