>Terezi whipping Rose

In the first year of their meteor trip, Rose spent a lot of her time talking with Terezi. It was her duty as a sister, after all, to ensure that the girlfriend (matesprite?) of dear, sweet, easily taken advantage of Dave was not some batshit insane flighty broad. It was awkward at first, the short troll was significantly different from the familiar Kanaya and the few conversations they had held previously did nothing to shed light on how to interact with the blind girl, but Rose was determined, and whenever she could find Terezi alone the two would idly chat about whatever the blond could come up with. Cultural sensitivity, however, dictated that at some point she would have to let Terezi control the conversation and introduce Alternian concepts to the light player, and admittedly Rose was excited to learn more about troll culture.

On the other hand, Rose was not excited to learn she had been improperly greeting her new friends. Dismayed and a little embarrassed that she had not picked up on it earlier, Rose apologized profusely to Terezi, who in turn politely laughed off the faux pas.

“1TS F1N3 ROS3. YOU C4N M4K3 1T UP TO M3 BY GR33T1NG M3 PROP34LY TH1S T1M3.”  Rose may have been eager to apologize for her mistakes, but she was certainly dreading doing a “proper Alternian greeting”; frankly it was an over-glorified version of spanking, with the lowblood prostrating themselves before their superior and either being whipped or swatted on their ass for several long minutes. Still…Rose didn’t want to offend, especially someone that could likely become part of her already difficult family. Slowly, she tugged on the bright yellow tights of her seer outfit, slipping them off completely and tossing them a few feet away. She could hear Terezi’s soft chuckles and felt her face coloring; this was beyond humiliating, but she continued boldly removing her white panties and throwing them on top of her leggings. Not bothering to take off the robe, she simply lifted it up in the back, exposing her pale ass to the mostly-empty room; then she got down on her knees and leaned forward so that her butt poked out. Clearing her throat, Rose tried her best to remember what it was she was meant to say in this greeting.

“Oh teal blood, please forgive me for disgracing your presence with my dirty blood.” She came across as stilted and awkward, of course, but she assumed it was good enough because almost immediately afterwards, she felt cold metal hitting her warm flesh. Jumping slightly, she craned her neck backwards to see Terezi grinning, clutching her walking cane in one hand. Shuddering, Rose turned back right before Terezi slammed her stick along her ass one again. It was an incredible feeling, similar and yet completely different from the bare-handed spankings her mother had given her; by the fifth swat, Rose could feel herself getting wet. The sound of metal hitting skin echoes, and after a while Rose feels her knees buckle until she’s forced to learn all the way forward, bracing herself on her hands as well as her knees. Her chest heaves as she pants, feeling the cool air brush against her slick pussy, and more than once Terezi uses the dragon head end of her cane to prod at Rose’s lips, drawing a low moan from the girl.

“WH4T 4 D3L1C1OUS SM3LL, ROS3.” The blonde couldn’t even bring herself to care about the teasing, ignoring Terezi’s remark and groaning as once again her firm buttocks is hit, making the flesh sting. She was sure by now her sensitive butt was bright red, but Terezi refused to relent, smacking hard, gently, even several times rapidly in succession. It was driving Rose mad, her body burning up and her hands itching to dive between her legs to tend to her throbbing clit. With one final hit, Terezi cackled, letting her cane drop on the tiled floor with a clatter. Most of the noise is drowned out by Rose’s desperate whines, her body trembling and the scent of her arousal overpowering even to her human nose.

“YOU 4R3 FORG1V3N HUM4N H3H3H3H3.”