|By : Moogle|
Category: DC Verse Cartoons - Teen Titans > FemmeSlash
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|Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans. I make no profit from this writing|
[As with my other Teen Titans work, this takes place in an alternative timeline in which the characters are older, and is written with no particular aim to adhere to the canon.
This work is not intended to represent safe or sensible BDSM practice.]
Jinx paused outside the door to Raven’s room, suddenly feeling nervous. It had only been a short time since she had joined the team, but she was getting on well with most of them, Raven however still seemed rather cold. Maybe that was just her way, but Jinx thought there was more to it than that and she had a suspicion she was about to find out what.
The other Titans had gone out for the day, Jinx hadn’t felt like going and Raven had also declined, so they were alone in the tower for the first time. About an hour later Raven had come into the kitchen where Jinx was making a snack, and, in a tone that clearly denied any possibility of argument, told her to come up to her room in half an hour.
It was an odd request, but Jinx was keen to get on with Raven. They had a lot in common, and she wanted to get closer to her. She had spent the next 30 minutes getting more and more nervous. Wondering what Raven wanted, what she might say or do.
When the wait was over she had hurried upstairs, but now she was here she found it hard to enter the room. She wondered for a moment if Raven might be going to attack her, the truth was that she was more than a match for her, but that didn’t feel likely. Whatever it was, it was serious, it felt important, but she couldn’t imagine what it was. Starting to feel a bit ridiculous, standing alone in the corridor staring at a door, she forced herself to knock.
“Come in.” came the immediate reply. Raven had clearly been waiting.
The room beyond the door was dimly lit, the stark grey walls accented by a jagged purple carpet. Bookcases and display stands topped with strange objects decorated the space, but what drew Jinx’s eye was Raven. She was standing at the side of the room, a stern look on her face and one hand on the back of a plain metal chair. She didn’t move, and after a moment Jinx realised she was staring, still standing in the doorway and feeling more nervous than ever. She stepped into the room and the door swung shut behind her. Trying to sound casual, she spoke.
“Why did you call me up here Raven, and why are you looking so serious?”
Raven’s cold expression didn’t shift as she answered.
“I called you up here Jinx, because I don’t think you’ve done enough to be worthy to join the team.”
Suddenly angry, Jinx was about to reply, but Raven lifted a hand and continued to speak.
“It’s not that I don’t believe you when you say you are one of us now, or that I think you're too weak. The problem is all the things you did before then. You’ve been a thief, you’ve hurt innocents and you’ve supported some truly evil people.”
Jinx wanted to reply, but she knew it was all true. A little stab of guilt kept her mouth shut.
“I think you know now that that sort of behaviour needs to be punished, don’t you Jinx?”
There was a moment of silence. Jinx could feel the colour rising in her cheeks as Raven’s stern eyes met her own. She didn’t know how to answer, she wanted to deny it, but she couldn’t.
“Well? Do you not think punishment is required?” Raven’s voice was stern, but controlled.
Jinx shifted her feet nervously, then answered.
“I do. Behaviour like that does need to be punished.”
Raven gave a slight nod.
“Then you understand that you need to be punished?”
Jinx’s cheeks were burning now. She looked away from Raven's eyes. She wanted to argue, tell Raven she couldn’t talk to her that way, but that was what she would have done before she joined the titans and she refused to let herself. She wanted to change and the demon-girl was right, she needed to atone for her actions. She felt her shoulders slump. Slowly she met Raven's gaze and spoke.
“Your right Raven. I do need to be punished. I’ve done some terrible things.” She paused, a sudden thought entering her mind. “Are you planning to punish me?” She could feel her heart rate increasing.
“Yes” Raven replied, her tone level. Severe, but not angry. “I called you up here to be punished.”
“How are you going to punish me?” Jinx replied, trying to keep her voice steady.
“Well Jinx. First I wanted you to agree that you deserved to be punished. You have to understand that it’s the right thing. Next I want you to agree how you’ll be punished.” Raven took her hand off the chair, stepped forward and then sat down. “I think you deserve a severe spanking.”
At the word spanking Jinx felt a little stab of shock, but Raven continued
“I want you to take off your boots and your tights and your panties. I want you to place them neatly beside the table over there and then I want you to come here and lie across my lap.”
Jinx was dumbstruck. She felt a little faint. Raven’s expression remained dead serious, there was no hint of mockery in her tone. It was outrageous. Jinx thought she should immediately storm out of the room, but she didn’t. She couldn’t deny what she had done, and she couldn’t deny that it was only right that she be punished. After a long moment she managed to speak, her voice low.
Raven didn’t reply, she simply kept her eyes on her, expectant. Her cheeks burning with embarrassment, Jinx crouched and began to pull off her boots.
The hard grey floor was cold through the purple fabric of her tights as she placed the boots beside the small table. Next she gripped the top of her tights, the soft fabric of her dress brushing on her hands as it lifted. The air of the room was chilly as she slipped the striped tights down over her thighs and to her ankles. She could feel Raven’s eyes on her and she pulled the tights off and folded them before laying them down with the boots.
She stood and looked at Raven. The grey skinned girl's expression remained unreadable. A moment passed, then Raven spoke.
“Your panties as well, Jinx. Take them off.”
Jinx could not meet Raven's gaze and she lifted her dress once more and slipped her thumbs under the elastic of her thin black panties, her hands warm against her thighs, though not so warm as the blush on her cheeks. Slowly she pulled the panties down, feeling the cold air of the room, and the soft brush of her dress falling back into place against her naked bottom.
She stepped out of the panties, folded them and, conscious of the way the motion left her exposed, bent over to place them down beside her boots. She stood once again and looked at Raven.
“Very good Jinx. Now, come over here and lie across my lap.”
Slowly, she walked over to Raven. As she reached her the grey skinned girl took hold of her wrist and carefully guided her down. Jinx could feel the warmth of Raven's bare legs through her dress as she lay across her lap. The legs shifted, adjusting to support her weight and Raven’s handle settled on her back.
“Now Jinx. I’m going to begin with a hand spanking. After that I will be using some implements to make sure you remember this lesson.” As she spoke, Raven took hold of her dress and pulled it up, exposing her bare bottom.
“I don’t want you to squirm or try to cover your bottom, if you do there will be a penalty.” Her hand settled on the skin of the pink haired girls behind, cupping its curve.
“I’m going to begin now, get ready.”
Jinx’s mind was racing, she could hardly believe the position she was in. The hand lifted, and a moment later it came down, slapping against her skin with a sharp sound and a gentle sting. It lifted again, then fell on the other cheek of her bottom. A steady rhythm of slaps began, one cheek and then the next, the sound of the strikes filling the room.
As each sting faded it left a little lingering heat, and as that heat slowly built, the sting of the slaps grew with it. They were painful now, Jinx had to focus on keeping still and quiet as Raven’s firm hand sent jolts of stinging heat through her bottom.
The rhythm paused, then began again with new force. Each slap was harder, the pain sharper, making Jinx gasp and flex. Raven's hand on her back held her down as she struggled to keep quiet. Her body shifted with the rhythm of the slaps, echoing the little gaps that the stinging blows brought from her lips. The rhythm increased in pace. Just as the sharp sting of one slap ended another fell on the other cheek. Jinx realised she was letting out little pained cries and flexing her body with each blow.
As Jinx squirmed and twisted, Raven spoke, not pausing the punishment as she did so.
“Hold still Jinx, it will be worse for you if you struggle.”
Jinx was about to protest, but a sharp, stinging, slap rang against her bottom, forcing a little yelp from her.
Now the rhythm came in pairs, two quick slaps to each burning cheek. Jinx gasped and yelped, squirming, held in place only by Raven's hand on her back. The burn in her bottom was fiery now. She gasped for breath between yelps. She couldn’t take much more. The rapid rhythm of slaps tormented her behind. Writhing, her legs flexing, Jinx reached back with her hand to cover her bottom.
For a moment there was a pause, then she felt Raven grab her wrist and pin her arm against her lower back.
“I told you to keep still Jinx.” Her voice was cold, and immediately the punishment began again.
Raven delivered five full force slaps to the left cheek of Jinx’s now bright red bottom, bringing forth a cry that turned into a wail as another set of five slaps rang against the right cheek. Jinx flopped against Raven’s lap, her chest heaving as she gasped for breath. The spanking had stopped for now. Jinx wanted to rub her burning rear, try to lessen the lingering sting, but Raven kept her arm pinned tightly against her back, not letting her move.
“I am going to use a hairbrush now, Jinx.” Said Raven, gesturing with her free hand as she did so. Behind her a draw slid open and a small wooden brush rose out. It was smooth, with a polished handle and a wide head. It drifted into Raven’s grip.
A moment later Jinx felt it rest on her bottom. The smooth wood was cold against her burning skin. Raven pressed it against her, lifting the cheek of her bottom a little, then shifting the brush and lifting the other.
“This will hurt a lot more Jinx, but I’m serious when I say you are not allowed to struggle. You have already earned some extra punishment, you don’t want to earn more.”
Jinx was still breathing heavily, her bottom still burning, as she felt the hairbrush lift. There was a moment of anticipation, she felt herself tense, then the brush smacked against her, releasing a shock of sharp pain. It was far worse, she yelped as she flexed under the blow, feeling tears sting eyes. The next blow struck her other cheek and she cried out.
“Ooow! Please!” another blow, “Aaah! It hurts!” and another “Ooooh! I’m sorry!”
Raven ignored her pleas. The hairbrush continued to strike Jinx’s bottom, the loud sound of it striking her reddened skin matched by her cries and pleas. She wriggled and flexed, but Raven held her firm. She began to strike her with quick pairs of blows, one cheek then the other, then a moment for the harsh sting to settle in.
Jinx’s bottom was burning now, she could feel tears on her cheeks. The brush smacked against her bottom and she wailed. She didn’t plead now, she just cried out in pain then gasped for breath before the next punishing swat of the brush made her wail again. She twisted her body, then lifted her legs to cover herself.
“Lower your legs Jinx” she said, her voice steady but commanding.
Jinx replied, her voice shaky and tears in her eyes.
“No! Please Raven, no more, It hurts so much.”
“Your punishment isn’t finished Jinx, put your legs down now.”
Jinx still hesitated. She heard Raven put down the brush, and then the drawer opening again. Just as she started to think she had made a mistake, Raven let go of her arm and she shifted her legs, pitching Jinx forward. Jinx caught herself, but now she was fully bent over Raven's knee, her face down towards the floor and her bottom lifted high. She had to hold herself up with her arms to balance. She felt Raven grab her legs and push them down, then the grey skinned girl hooked her own leg around Jinx's, trapping them. She was helpless now.
A smooth paddle came to rest on her upturned behind. It was long, made of hard wood and large enough to strike both cheeks of Jinx’s burning behind. Raven began to tap her with it. Jinx could feel the weight and she let out a little whimper.
“Please Raven! I’ve learned my lesson!” she begged, but there was no reply. The paddle lifted.
“I won’t…” The paddle came down, smacking against Jinx’s deep red skin with a heavy sound. Her speech turned into a wailing sob as the pain of the swat surged through her. She tensed, enduring the pain, then flopped down, panting through her tears as the harsh sting faded into a deep, fiery burn. The paddle lifted and again it smacked against her. Raven’s leg held hers as she flexed and wailed. She was sobbing now.
After each swat Raven gave her a moment to feel the burn sink in and build. The fiery pain filled Jinx’s head as she sobbed then wailed then sobbed again with each heavy smack.
After eight swats she was at her limit, tears filling her eyes as she gasped and whimpered. The paddle tapped against her bottom, then it lifted. She tensed and a moment later the hard wood smacked against her. As the surge of pain filled her she screamed, but before her cry had ended the paddle fell again, a second wave of pain following the first before she could catch her breath. She flopped down, her arms shaking and her chest heaving as the sharp pain became an intense burn. The room was quiet. Only Jinx’s sobs and her heavy breaths broke the silence.
After what seemed like a very long time Raven spoke.
“That was the last of your planned punishment Jinx.” The paddle came to rest on the sobbing girls behind once again. “If you hadn’t struggled we would be done, but you did, so now it’s time for the penalty.”
Jinx tried to protest “No! Please Raven, I’m sorry.”
“No Jinx, you need to learn your lesson properly. You will get five more swats, and this time you are going to count them.” Raven paused, gently rubbing the paddle against Jinx’s deep red behind. “Do you understand Jinx?”
The punished girl sniffed back a sob, then answered.
“Yes Raven. I understand.”
The paddle lifted, then fell. The smacking sound filled the room, followed by Jinx’s wavering cry of pain and she flexed under the blow. She flopped down and then, in a small voice said.
The paddle rose and struck, bringing a wail and sobs and the count.
After each of the next swats Jinx screamed in pain. She was sobbing loudly, sniffing back tears before counting the swat. Raven knew the lesson was getting through.
“Last one Jinx.” she said, lifting the paddle for the final time. She held it up for a long moment, then brought it down hard. It smacked against Jinx naked bottom, the heavy wood making a loud slapping sound that could still be heard over the girl's cry of pain. Jinx collapsed down, sobbing loudly. After a moment her shaky voice could be heard.
As soon as she spoke Raven put down the paddle, unhooked her leg and reached down. She lifted Jinx up and pulled her into an embrace. The pink haired girl was still sobbing, her naked bottom a deep red from the harsh spanking. Raven held her as she cried, shifting her legs so Jinx could sit without pressure on her painful behind. Slowly, Jinx wrapped her arms around her and pulled herself closer, crying into her shoulder. The demon girl held her with one arm, supporting her weight and with her free hand she began to gently stroke Jinx’s bottom, relieving the deep stinging burn just a little.
All the while the pink haired girl sobbed openly, her arms tight around Raven. They stayed that way for a long while.
“I’m sorry Raven.” Jinx said through her tears, her voice wavering. Her bottom still burned terribly, but she felt relieved, like the weight of guilt had been lifted from her. Raven's hand continued to stroke her behind, soft against the punished skin.
When Raven spoke her voice was soft, with a tone Jinx hadn’t ever heard before.
“It’s ok Jinx. You did well. Your punishment is over now, and I forgive you. Welcome to the team.”
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