The Vampire Lord's Discipline
I grabbed the terrified Frey by her waist. "Stop it-aaah!" she shrieked, dangling helplessly as I held her by the hem of her skirt.
"Was the spell you just cast on me something that was allowed?"
"W-what?"
"You were trying to use a mental-type spell."
It was fortunate that I had summoned Arianna before meeting Frey. 'It is written that those who gaze into her eyes offer their necks and donate their blood of their own volition.'
When we first met on the first day, that hadn't happened. Far from offering her neck to donate blood, she had just kept whining for blood, and I had simply given it to her. I didn't know what kind of magic a Vampire Lord used to make someone offer their blood, but my decision to keep my demonic energy raised just in case had been the right one. If I hadn't, I would surely have been caught in her spell the moment she unleashed it and offered my neck.
"N-no! What do you mean, using magic..." Frey's eyes darted around frantically. She couldn't focus, her eyes shifting everywhere to avoid mine. She was the type who couldn't lie well.
"What kind of spell was it? Was it related to charm? Succubi seem to be proficient in that area. With those bat-like wings, are you two related..."
"How can you compare me to such a pathetic spell! What I was trying to use wasn't some mere charm, it was to make you subordinate to me... Ah."
Frey covered her mouth with both hands. It was far too late, of course.
"You confessed."
"I-it's a misunderstanding. What I just said didn't mean it in that way..."
"If it didn't mean that, then what did it mean?"
"U-um..."
Our Lord couldn't answer easily. I shook the dangling Frey from side to side.
"I'm dizzy. S-stop... Ugh!"
Perhaps her stomach was churning, as Frey began to retch. Only then did I set her down.
"Ugh... I was wrong."
"If you were wrong, you must be punished."
"Punishment? What..."
I stripped off her skirt. Since she had come wearing a light, airy dress, the entire outfit slipped off at once the moment I removed the skirt. Resistance was useless. She could never defeat me with brute strength.
Now standing before me in white underwear adorned with cat drawings, Frey turned bright red and screamed.
"W-what are you doing!"
"I'm giving a cheeky brat the punishment she deserves."
"What did you say?"
I tucked her under my arm and walked toward the throne.
"Let me go!"
She struggled, but she couldn't escape my grasp. Sitting on the throne, I placed her on my lap. She lay face down with her stomach against my knees, struggling once more.
"What are you doing! I am of the proud Gestell family..."
"I am merely punishing you. I won't do the things you're thinking of."
After finishing my sentence, I pulled down her cat-print panties halfway.
"You crazy bastard! You!"
Then, I struck her bare, snow-white buttocks with my palm.
Smack!
"Kyaaak!"
"Since ancient times, strict corporal punishment has been the answer to a child's wrongdoing. Since it seems you haven't been educated properly, I will provide that education in your stead."
Her manners needed fixing. If I didn't punish her thoroughly and move on, she would surely keep being a nuisance.
"Every time I hit you, you are to say, 'I was wrong.'"
"I told you to let me go!"
Smack!
"Kyaaak!"
Her white buttocks flushed bright red.
"Fifteen times. I won't forgive you until you answer that you were wrong fifteen times while being spanked, so you'd better answer clearly."
"You crazy bastard!!!"
Smack!
"Kyaaak!"
"Screaming doesn't count."
Her buttocks turned a deeper shade of red. If it hurts too much, it only breeds resentment. Isn't there an anecdote about that? It wasn't the harsh wind and rain that made the traveler take off his coat, but the warm sunshine. A moderate amount of pain and the faint, feverish pleasure felt when being struck. This feverish pleasure would become the warm sunshine that would make her strip off her clothes of her own accord.
"You'd better apologize quickly."
Smack!
The sensation of hitting her buttocks was artistic. It felt like hitting a rubber ball full of elasticity. The way it clung to my hand—it was exquisite. It was the kind of butt I wanted to keep hitting.
'You crazy bastard!'
Frey was dumbfounded by this situation where she was being spanked while unable to move a muscle. Even if she had tried to use magic, this was too much! Although there was a side effect where, if caught in that spell, one would become so subordinate that they would become addicted to the pleasure of having their blood drawn... but she had thought a Demon King's mental strength would be enough to endure it. To strip her clothes like this, humiliate her, and even spank her—no one had ever dared to hit her like this before.
Smack!
"Kyaaak!"
She screamed involuntarily at the stinging sensation on her buttocks. It hurt. It hurt so much. The pain stimulating her buttocks was enough to make her head throb. It wasn't just the pain; the ticklish, heart-racing sensation felt at the edge of the pain was even harder to endure.
"Do you not know how to apologize? Or do you want to keep getting hit? If you don't say it until the end, you'll keep getting hit."
That was sincere. His eyes were sincere. They were eyes that held the conviction that he would never bend his opinion. But her pride wouldn't allow it. How could this happen... She was a Vampire Lord. She was the mother and father of all vampires, a being respected by them all, so why... why did she have to be spanked by a Demon King with her panties pulled halfway down?
Smack!
"Ugh! I-I'm sorry!"
Setting aside her resentment, she didn't want to endure this pain any longer.
"Good. That's one."
Smack!
"Hng! I'm sorry!"
It hurt. Her buttocks were stinging so much. The burning pain was being transmitted throughout her entire body through her buttocks. But strangely, that heat was making her body flush. It felt like good blood circulation. It was the same sensation she felt when she drank blood.
"What are you sorry for?"
What was she sorry for? She hadn't done anything wrong. She was just saying it because she hated the pain.
"Do you not know? Then that's one."
"W-what are you talking about! I said I was sorry."
"An apology without sincerity is worse than not apologizing at all."
"What kind of bullshit..."
Smack!
"Hieeeugh!"
It hurt. It hurt, so why was her heart pounding?
"I-I'm sorry for trying to force a spell on you, Demon King."
"You finally confessed. That's two."
Smack!
"I'm sorry!"
Her buttocks were burning. Every time her heart pounded, it felt like her buttocks were expanding and contracting. She felt pressure in her lower abdomen. She could feel her nipples, hidden beneath her underwear, hardening. 'C-crazy. A-am I feeling this right now?' That couldn't be. Who feels pleasure while being hit?
"Try to apologize while saying what you did wrong."
Smack!
"I'm sorry for trying to cast a spell!"
Every time the Demon King hit her buttocks, Frey vomited out her wrongdoings to fill the count. Words have power. The moment a thought is spoken aloud, it transforms into a concept and influences a person's consciousness. The binding power of that sometimes influences the subconscious as well. Even though Frey herself still thought she hadn't done anything wrong...
Smack!
"I was wrong! I won't do it again."
She was starting to think that perhaps her actions had been wrong, with every hit from the Demon King. Her buttocks were tingling. At the same time, Frey felt a strangely unbearable ticklishness. It was a sensation similar to when she masturbated alone. She thought it was ridiculous. Feeling pleasure while being hit? But the moment she saw the nectar flowing from her pussy soaking the Demon King's thigh, it became an undeniable fact.
"Do you not know your own faults?" the Demon King said, looking at his thigh.
"N-no. I know. I know everything I did wrong... Hng!"
As the Demon King's palm gently stroked her buttocks, she trembled at the sensation transmitted to her buttocks, which had become sensitive from the stinging pain. Frey shivered like a woman cast out naked on a snowy winter day. It was a reaction that had nothing to do with her will. She felt like she was going crazy. Her head felt like a tangled mess. She was being hit, yet it felt good. This was strange.
"P-please stop for a second. This is strange. My body feels weird right now."
"There are still five hits left. Endure it while apologizing for your wrongs."
"P-please, just a second... If you hit me now..."
The Demon King's hand struck Frey's buttocks as they were.
"Hng."
Her waist straightened. Sweat beaded and flowed down her arched back.
"Did you not make a declaration of apology?"
"I-I'm sorry..."
Her head was dizzy. Saying she was sorry wasn't her will. It was just her subconscious, not wanting to hurt anymore, not wanting to feel this strange sensation, blurting it out on its own.
"Four left."
Smack!
"Haaang! I'm sorry! I was wrong! Stop..."
"Three."
Smack!
"Hng! I-I'm sorr... Hng!"
Smack!
"I'm sorrryyy!!!"
"Only one left now."
Every time the Demon King's hand gently stroked her buttocks, Frey's buttocks moved further down. To avoid that touch. But the Demon King's hand was persistent. Yet, he never touched anything other than her buttocks. She remembered the Demon King's words, drawing a clear line that this was corporal punishment. Frey felt that was a pity. It would be nice if he made her feel a little better... If she were in her right mind, she would have shouted at herself for being crazy. But right now, she wasn't in her right mind.
"This is the last one. So, say it properly this time. What you did wrong, and why you are sorry."
Why was it? Why was she being hit? Right. Because she failed after trying to use magic on the Demon King. That was why she was being hit. 'I was wrong. That much is true.' To try and cast such a spell for her own greed without consent... that was ridiculous.
And then, the Demon King's palm struck her buttocks.
"Hng!! I'm sorry for trying to cast a spell!"
She apologized in a slurred voice.
"You bad bastard... Even so, to hit me so mercilessly..."
I looked down at Frey, who was shedding tears while I stroked her half-exposed buttocks. She was glaring at me viciously, but she was definitely different from just a moment ago. One could say some of her venom had drained away. No. 'She's scared.' I could see her body trembling slightly as she looked at me. I hadn't intended to go this far, honestly. I was worried while I was punishing her, wondering if she would suddenly switch to a submission route. Fortunately, that didn't happen. Instead...
[Frey's trait 'M' has been added.]
M must mean... I asked, looking at Frey, who was looking at me with tears in her eyes.
"Do you want to drink blood that much?"
"I-I don't want to drink it that much."
"It's no use pretending otherwise now."
"..."
If I gave her the whip, I had to give her the carrot, right? But you see.
"It would be troublesome if only one side were satisfied, wouldn't it?"
"What does that mean?"
"If you want to drink, satisfy me."
My cock had become erect while I was hitting Frey's buttocks. The sight of her shedding tears beneath me, saying she was sorry, stimulated my sexual perversion. You know how it is. When you see a high-spirited girl crying, you feel like teasing her even more. Well, maybe it's just me, but in any case, Frey had touched that desire of mine. Should I say I wanted to see her crying face a little more?
"Satisfy you... you, by any chance?"
"Yes."
I unzipped my pants. My cock, soaring high into the sky, was throbbing and showing off its presence.
"Satisfy me with your mouth, your hands, whatever. Then I'll allow you to drink blood."
"T-that's disrespectful! Why should I have to do such a thing!"
"Aren't vampires proficient in this sort of thing?"
"I-I don't know! Such a thing!"
Frey, her face bright red, covered her body.
"Was stripping my clothes off all just to pour out such filthy desires!"
"That wasn't my intention, but that's how it turned out."
"You crazy bastard..."
"If you don't want to do it, you can stop. That means the blood is off the table."
"..."
"I also need to consider that it's just as difficult for me if you drink my blood. It's not an easy task, so there must be a price worth paying."
"You son of a..."
After agonizing over it for a long time, Frey opened her mouth with difficulty.
"I-I'll make you cum! So, with, with my mouth...?"
She pointed to her own mouth, even feeling humiliation. Her face, flushed with shame, was a sight to behold.
"Go ahead and try."