Lilac's Punishment

https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/19821326/#19825913

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Punish lifts up her head, eyes looking pleadingly at Gabby's.
	"Could you PLEASE just keep this between us?"
Gabriele looks over her talons in thought.
	“I suppose I could keep it quiet. What would you be willing to do for it, ‘Lilac’?” She says, drawing out Punishment’s true name, causing the pegasus to cringe at the agonizing extension.
	“Wh-What did you have in mind?”
	“Oh” — Gabriele says with a smirk — “I have a few ideas…”
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	Gabriele paces around Punish, making one last circle as she looks over her newly acquired servant. The first thing that needed to be done after the deal was sealed was a new look. A trench coat and weapons fit a bounty hunter, but not a maid. Luckily, Buiwong’s lair has a surplus of spare attire to borrow from, and there was one in perfect size for the pegasus. Rather, there was one in the perfect size Gabriele wanted. A simple Prench maid uniform, with matching hat, that gave the best combination of professionalism and embarrassment. Gabriele stops behind Punish, giving one last gaze over the end of the skirt, ending just above Punish’s flanks and only barely keeping everything covered. Punishment’s tail, already held close to her, hugs even tighter at feeling the gaze on her rump.
	“Don’t you just look adorable,” Gabby teases like a parent would after picking out new clothes for their child.
Punish would be mistaken as having a natural red coat from this humiliation, silently huffing and not dignifying her with a response. Gabriele steps forward to Punish’s side, putting a talon on her shoulder. The sudden contact makes her jump slightly.
	“Aww, don’t be like that. It’s not that bad.” Gabby coos.
	“Yes, it is. Couldn’t you at least have given me something to wear under this?” Punish hisses.
	Gabriele chuckles, drawing her talon up Punish’s neck and along her chin. “Just don’t bend over, dear.” Gabriele pulls back her talon with the slightest flick from under Punish’s snout. “Oh, I almost forgot the last part.”
	Gabriele steps away, shuffling through a chest of fabrics she found the uniform in. Punish looks over, craning her head to look around the gryphon, but dares not to move in mild fear of something even more embarrassing being forced on her. Gabby pulls up a long cloth sash with a muttering of “Perfect”, turning back to her little maid.
	“I can’t make this easy for you, otherwise you wouldn’t learn anything,” Gabby chides, pulling the sash taught in her talons. Punish gulps in fear, mind running through what is planned for that, but finds some relief when it is merely put around her torso. That doesn’t make it any less terrible as it is quickly tied and pulled tight, squeezing her like a corset.
	“That should keep your wings bound nice and tight. Now you’re all set to clean this lair.”
	“WH-WHAT?! This place is a mess!” Punish shouts out, unable to keep her voice to herself at this task.
	“Indeed. That’s why I want it cleaned if we’re staying here for some time.”
	“We’re in a cave! There’s dust and spider webs all over the place!”
	“Just because Buiwong is a spider god doesn’t mean we have to live like one. I expect to have one clean room within the hour.” Gabriele instructs. Punish mutters, babbling as she tries to come up with a retort. Gabby smiles. “Ah ah, Miss Nectar. You don’t clean with your mouth, do you?”
	Punish shuts her mouth, face growing an even deeper scarlet from the mocking tone and use of her name again. Gabriele walks past her with a devilish smirk.
	“Better hurry, these caverns are quite big.” She says as she makes her way out, but not before her tail gives a quick swat on Punish’s flank, eliciting an adorable yelp in shock, and leaving the pegasus fuming as Gabriele takes her leave.

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	Punish pulls a clump of webbing out of her mane, shaking her head clear and stretching out her legs. Her body is covered in a fine layer of dust from practically crawling on the ground, refusing the bend down to get under furniture as she knows the kind of lackeys that’d be in a lair like this have no concept of respect or boundaries. But despite all the rough work, she nearly has the room clean. All that’s left is the top of the dressers and cabinets, and the ceiling above them.
	“Why do they even need all this stuff in here? It’s not like they have meetings.” Punish grumbles as she grabs a chair, pushing it over to the first row of cabinets. She climbs up, sweeping a feather duster along the wood to clean it off. A cloud of dust plumes from the jostling, causing her to cough with another muttering of curses.
	With that layer of dust cleaned, she climbs up on the cabinets, rearing up and balancing against the cave wall to reach the ceiling above. Fortunately it’s within reach, but the breeze under her keeps her from focusing. Swinging the duster, standing on two hooves, and keeping her tail tight for cover is a poor combination for balance. This all leads into disaster as she steps to the side to reach the next spot, her hoof slipping and her body falling backwards. Instinctively she goes to spread her wings, only to be stopped by the binding. She opens her mouth to curse out Gabriele, only to land in something soft, rather than the hard rock floor. She looks up, seeing the face of her tormentor looking down with a smile.
	“Careful dear, I don’t have a second maid to clean up you.”
	“I wouldn’t have fell if you didn’t tie me up!” Punish complains.
	“You can’t always blame others for your mishaps now.” Gabriele continues to tease.
	Punish pushes herself out of Gabby’s grasp, tossing the feather duster aside. “Whatever. I’m done cleaning anyways.”
	Gabriele glances around the room, tapping a talon in examination. “No, I don’t think you are.” She says dryly.
	“What?!”
	Gabriele prods Punish in the chest, wiping a talon across her and pulls it back, showing the dust gathered on it. “You’re filthy. What does it say of me when the help looks like a slob?”
	Punish glares at Gabby for a moment, then scoffs. “Fine, I was waiting to be done with this outfit anyways.” She says, reaching down to remove the uniform.
	“Not so fast.”
	“What now?”
	“Why don’t you see if anypony else needs their laundry done?”
	“...You aren’t serious.” Punish says deadpan.
	“Oh I most certainly am. We need to be efficient with our work here.”
	Punish says nothing, only glaring daggers at Gabriele.
	“Chop chop now, don’t keep anypony waiting,” Gabby says with a clap of her talons.
	Punish turns, walking out of the room without another word. She dusts herself off as she walks down the barren halls. She complains under her breath as she walks, feeling this to be a time waster as what other creature here would have laundry and she doubts there is even a machine here to clean clothes anyways. As if fate has been against her the whole time, she nearly bumps into two stallions as she turns a corner.
	“Whoa, didn’t know Buiwong had help.” One of them mutters.
	Many regrets go through Punish’s mind, many of them wishing she had the power to turn back time to make herself not blurt out her name. She looks between the two stallions, struggling to go along with her ‘orders’.
	“Is… there anything you need cleaned?” She finally spits out.
	The two stallions look at each other, whispering between themselves.
	(“Really? In a cave like this?”)
	(“Dude, this must be one of those rewards we were promised for joining this army! This has got to be, you know, one of those call mares. Watch.”) The second stallion looks to Punish. “Yea, I got something you can clean back in my room. Come with me and I’ll show you.”
	“Great,” Punish groans flatly, turning to the first stallion. “Do you have anything? I’d rather get this all done at once.”
	“Oh, uh, yea! Totally, let’s all go together.” The first stallion says. (“This is great!”) He whispers to the other.
	The two stallions turn around, leading Punish down the hall. They only get a few steps in before a large figure lands down in front of them, cutting them off. She rolls a whip in her talons, glaring down menacingly at them.
	“And where do you think you’re going?”
	The first stallion grins with excitement. “I’m going wherever you are, babe.”
	Gabby’s face turns up with disgust. “Get out of here you freaks!” She scolds, cracking her whip at their hooves. The two stallions quickly turn and run down the hall in the other direction, not wishing to push their luck into that territory. Gabby looks down to Punish.
	“What were you doing, just walking off with them?”
	“You told me to get their laundry!”
	“Not right off their body!”
	“Why do you care?! I thought you *wanted* to embarrass me!”
	“Exactly! I want to see you cute and embarrassed, not strutting off with some stallion!”
	Punish pauses. “...You think I’m cute?”
	Gabriele pauses herself, clearing her throat. “Yes. When you’re flustered.”
	Punish’s eyes dart along the ground, her face red at the compliment.
	“Just like that,” Gabby says with a smile, seeing the pegasus unable to look her in the eye.
	“C-Come on, what if somepony hears you saying that?”
	“Well, let’s get some privacy then, shall we?”
	Punish’s eyes widen, nearly in shock from how fast her thoughts are racing.

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	Gabriele leads Punish to a small chamber, a simple little bedroom, and clean too despite all the talk of dust before.
	“Now let’s get you out of that dusty uniform and into something more comfortable. You deserve a reward for such good work.” Gabby says, tugging on one end of the cloth to undo the wing bindings. Once freed, Punish stretches out her wings, giving them a few flaps to loosen them up.
	“That feels so much better. You tied that way too tight.”
	“Don’t worry, this should get you used to it.”
	“Wha—”
	Gabriele puts a talon to Punish’s lips, shushing her as her other claw goes over her back, loosening up the outfit. Punish is practically puddy in her hooves from the touch on her lips, giving no resistance as Gabby disrobes her. She doesn’t even notice as a rope is draped over her back, looping around her torso, sliding over her shoulders… When she feels her forehooves press together and the rope tighten, she snaps back to it.
	“H-Hold on, what are you doing?!” She exclaims in confusion.
	“Just getting you set up, dear. Hold still now.” Gabby says calmly as she slowly pulls on one end of the rope. Punish then finds her forehooves lifting upward, followed by the rest of her body lifting into the air. Her wings flap out, left unbound this time, but her upper torso is found to be all tied up, keeping her stuck in this close spot. Gabby ducks under the flailing pegasus, taking one of her hind hooves in a claw. Punish immediately stops at the gentle touch, looking down to watch Gabby in anticipation. The rope binding goes lower, crossing over her stomach and another tied loop around her waist. The rope runs down along each hip, back up along her inner thigh, Gabby’s talon’s moving slow and methodical along Punish’s coat. Punish bites her lip, keeping herself from making any embarrassing sounds through her work. Gabby then lifts up Punish’s hind hooves, up towards her head as she carries the rope up, looping it along her legs and making several more knots. Punish gasps as her legs are lifted, leaving her fully exposed now for anypony to see. Her breathing quickens a pace as Gabby steps back, looking over her work.
	“The perfect ornament for a bedroom.” Gabby says in accomplishment, looking at the bound Punish, suspended just over the bed.
	“Wh-What are you going to do with me?” Punish stammers in anticipation.
	Gabby smirks, pulling off her jacket. “For your earlier mishap on my instructions, you are deserving of punishment” — Gabby says, running a talon along her whip — “But, it might be better to harvest some of Lilac’s nectar.” She says sweetly, raising her talon to Punish’s nethers.
	Punish groans in pain, her head falling back. “If you’re going to make puns like that, just get to the punishment.”
	“If you say so,” Gabby whispers, taking hold of her whip. She unfurls the lash, giving it a quick swing to snap it over Punish’s flank, right on her cutie mark.
	Punish yelps at the impact. “Y-You were serious?!”
	“Of course I was dear. Don’t appreciate your namesake?”
	“Gods, I don’t know which is more painful…” Punish groans again at the poor wordplay.
	Gabby steps forward, running a claw over the freshly whipped flank. Punish sharply inhales from the sensitivity. “Don’t worry, it won’t leave any lasting marks. Unless you want any.”
	“I-I, uh, m-maybe another time.”
	Gabby chuckles. “Good. I wouldn’t want to break you too quickly.”
	Punish gulps. Gabby glances down, seeing a drip running down the underside of Punish’s flank.
	“My my, seems I found somepony’s weakness.” Gabby says, wiping the droplet away and licking her talon clean. “Such a sweet, flowery taste.”
	Punish exhales, rolling her eyes, before yelping again as the whip strikes across her other flank.
	“I won’t stand for any backtalk from my servant.” Gabby says sternly.
	“How can I *not* say something? You’re barely trying for those!”
The whip strikes across her flanks again, the stinging radiating across her whole rump now.
	“I can see how much you like this, but any more and you won’t be able to sit for a week.” Gabby states.
	“It’s not that bad,” Punish says through a breath, acting tough.
	Gabby scoffs, rising up and pulling Punish in for a kiss. The pegasus immediately crumbles, shuddering as her mouth is invaded. Muzzle and beak hold together for what feels like an eternity before Gabby pulls away, leaving Punish begging for more.
	“A mare after my own heart,” Gabby speaks after a breath.
	“And I always get my bounty,” Punish follows up.
	Gabby chuckles. “Then let me give you your reward.”
	Gabriele lets go of Punish, stepping off the bed towards a bag of supplies to the side of the room. Punish cranes her head around her hooves, trying to see what Gabby is digging up, but her rocking keeps it out of view. She pulls something from the bag, and turns back, whatever it was still kept out of view. Gabby steps up on the bed behind Punish, followed by a few clicking sounds. Punish tries to turn her head, only to be spun around to face Gabby directly. The gryphon licks her beak, and Punish’s eyes drift down before stopping in shock. A fairly large, purple strap-on sits around Gabby’s waist, standing at attention and pointed directly between Punish’s legs.
	“That… Ok, you seriously cannot be serious with *that*!”
	“I was right, you didn’t learn anything.” Gabby says smugly, putting her claws on Punish’s shoulders as the tip of the dildo brushes against her lips. Punish shudders, her body desiring the object despite her protest at the size.
	Gabby leans in close, her breath warm against Punish’s cheek. “I wouldn’t do anything you don’t want.”
	Punish looks into Gabby’s eyes, her chest rising and falling with deepening breaths. She gives the slightest of nods. “I trust you.”
	“That’s a good girl,” Gabby says, coming in closer as the tip comes in contact with Punish’s body.
	Gabriele shifts her hips back and forth, rubbing the tip along Punish’s nethers. While she is bound and helpless to Gabby’s control, her wings begin to flap to push her along slightly of her own accord. Seeing Punish’s desire, Gabby pulls the pegasus in, penetrating her flower. A moan escapes Punish’s lips as she is entered for the first time, her wings stopping as they hold out straight behind her.
	“Now you’re just adorable,” Gabby teases.
	“S-Shut up and keep going,” Punish stammers.
	Slowly, Gabby pushes herself in deeper, the head of the phallus fully inside Punish now. She begins to rock her hips, pumping back and forth into the pegasus. Punish rests her head back, with her body immobile she can only focus on the fake cock inside her, stretching and filling her tunnel. Each thrust in pushes another moan or gasp out past her lips, no longer trying to hold back these ‘cute’ sounds as Gabby claimed of them. Gabby’s claws slide around Punish’s back, pulling her in for another kiss as she slides deeper into her love. This time, Punish is more receptive, their tongues twisting around each other, taking in the other’s flavor. While they’re intertwined, Gabby thrusts deep into Punish, holding the shaft up to the ring inside her. Punish inhales sharply from the sudden plunge, if she could without Gabby’s mouth over hers. Her body tightens around the phallus, her nectar dripping down it’s length.
	Gabby pulls herself back, a string of saliva bridging from her beak to Punish’s lips. “Already? You really are a delicate little flower.”
	“A-Am n-not!” Punish says through breaths, the teasing always able to push her buttons.
	“Good, because I want to see the face again.” Gabby says, not giving Punish time to respond as she grabs the pegasus’s sore flanks, her talons digging into her soft rear. Punish gives a small gasp of pain as the whip marks are grabbed.
	Gabby draws back, pulling herself out of Punish before thrust back in quickly. This round she pumps with dominance, deep and fast movements to not give Punish a second of relief. Punish rocks back and forth, each thrust pushing her back and forth in Gabby’s claws, digging the talons in deeper. The pain from the sore strikes is faded, now only pleasure flowing through her body. Her breathing quickens, and Gabby squeezes her flanks at seeing her draw close again so quickly. The mixture of feelings pushes Punish past her limit again. She shouts in pleasure as she climaxes, her body twitching in the ropes and her juices dripping on the bed.
	Gabby pulls out of Punish, letting her body come down from it’s ecstatic high before she plants one more kiss on her lips.
	“That… That was wonderful,” Punish exhales.
	“And tomorrow will be even better.” Gabby responds sweetly as she undoes the strap on, dropping it to the floor beside the bed. “Rest up now, you’ll need your strength.”
	Punish lifts her head up, her strength returning to her. “I can’t wait.”
	Gabby pulls back the blanket on the bed, curling up underneath it as she readies for sleep. Punish looks down at her, waiting a few moments.
	“...You can untie me now.”
	“Oh? Our deal was for a week, and I like my little ornament. I couldn’t think of anything better to fall asleep under.”
	“No, you can’t leave me tied up here like this! What if somepony comes in here?!”
	“Then they’ll deal with me. Good night dear.” Gabby respond simply as she turns over, shutting her eyes.
	“Gabby? Gabriele you can’t do this! Come on! ...M-Mistress?” Punish pleads, getting more and more desperate with each one. A smirk comes across Gabriele’s beak, enjoying her new sound machine as she drifts to sleep.