Taming Clafoutis Magica — Conditioning Her to Reward and Punishment
"D-Did you truly believe that I, Clafoutis Magica, would ever willingly participate in such utter nonsense?!"
"It's a l-little funny hearing that from a senior who already stripped naked and masturbated just to earn Praise Points."
"That and this are entirely different, I assure you! Do not even dream of it!"
As expected, Clafoutis covered her body with both hands and backed far away from the iron bars. Well, even so, she could only retreat a few paces in that cramped space.
"I d-don't understand why such a brilliant senior is suddenly acting so foolishly."
"Hold your tongue! No matter what you say, I have absolutely no intention of playing along with whatever absurd punishment you desire!"
"Senior. If you want to spend your time in this cell with even a shred of comfort, it would be best to establish a clear system of reward and punishment."
I lightly gripped the iron bars and locked eyes with Clafoutis.
"If I refuse to indulge your perverted whims, will you not be the only one to suffer a loss?"
"I think you're mistaken, Senior..."
Opening the cell door, I stepped inside and gently tugged on Clafoutis's blue hair. The texture of her hair against my fingers felt so lovely that I couldn't help but twirl it, wrapping the strands around my finger.
"Ugh! You dare resort to violence... Ah-hn!"
Clafoutis flailed her right hand, but then, foolishly pushing her hips back, her waist began to tremble violently. Though it was only a few drops, love nectar visibly squirted from her pussy—a clear sign that she had tried to instinctively channel magic again.
She behaved so perfectly to my expectations that I almost burst out laughing. But of course she did. Clafoutis Magica had lived as a mage for so long that she was hailed as a genius. She had probably been using magic since she was nursing at her mother's breast. How could a woman like her be expected to suppress even the slightest instinct to cast magic when her hair was grabbed?
"Haa, ugh...!"
"I can subdue you this easily, Senior."
"It was merely a slight miscalculation this time! Once this trembling subsides, I shall tear you to pieces!"
"How? With those weak, pathetic hands currently clutching my arm? What will you do, pinch me? Scratch my face?"
Clafoutis's dark eyes wavered ever so slightly.
"Go ahead and try. Thanks to the Armonomicon, I can cast something resembling healing magic."
Of course, that was a lie. But to Clafoutis, who harbored an immense dread of black magic, this would sound like a terrifying threat.
"If you defy me pointlessly again, I will keep holding your hair and slam your face straight into the floor."
"W-What... what do you..."
"Once your pretty nose is broken, your lips are ruined, and your forehead and eyes are torn open, dripping with blood—only then will I heal you with black magic."
Clafoutis swallowed hard.
"And after kicking your sobbing pussy one more time, I will command you to rub your clit until you squirt."
"Ah... ha, ha..."
"If you still don't listen, well, since your face is already taken care of, I suppose I can just break your legs next."
Clafoutis stared at me silently with her dark eyes. Though she still held my hand, she didn't dig her nails in to pinch me.
"M-My hair... please, let go."
"I don't want to. Come to think of it, I don't really see why I should bother with tedious things like Praise Points anymore."
"Ramnusia!! I-I will play along with whatever you command! So, like a flower blooming in His Majesty the Emperor's garden, let us resolve this through dialogue without resorting to violence...!"
I deliberately wound her hair around my hand once more and pulled it down toward the floor.
"My bottom...! My bottom...!! I shall take the spanking properly! So p-please! Please! Act as you originally intended! Surely it would be a loss for you as well, Lady Ramnusia, if I were to turn into some grotesque flesh monster!"
Flashing her a smile, I gently released Clafoutis's hair from my grip.
Trembling all over, my dear senior took a series of deep, ragged breaths before staring up at me.
"I-I shall accept the punishment... properly. Would it not be far more c-convenient for you as well, Ramnusia, to have a clear system of rewards and punishments?"
"As expected of my brilliant senior. Now, lay your stomach across my lap."
Wiping away the beads of cold sweat forming on her forehead, Clafoutis quickly pressed her slightly chilled stomach against my thighs.
"Your bottom is quite plump and lovely, Senior."
Naturally, there was no reply. However, seeing her ears turn bright red made it perfectly clear that she was feeling an immense amount of shame.
"Now then, Senior..."
As I gently stroked Clafoutis's pale buttocks with my palm, I was reminded once again of the simple truth that a woman's body is soft, squishy, and smooth all over.
I merely gave her bottom a few light, playful pats, but I could see her muscles instantly tense up. She was squeezing her lower abdomen so hard that I could feel her stomach trembling against my lap.
"I'll only give you ten slaps."
I raised my right hand high and brought it down hard.
Spank!!!
With a satisfying, crisp sound of flesh meeting flesh, Clafoutis's buttocks rippled erotically beneath my palm.
"Mgh, ngh...!"
"It hurts a lot more than you expected, doesn't it, Senior?"
No answer came, but none was needed, as her stomach twitched erotically against my thighs when I delivered another sharp smack to her bottom.
— Spank! Smack! Spank!
"Ngh, ugh... ah, haah...!"
Bright red handprints began to imprint beautifully on her pale, lovely bottom.
As I gently caressed her aching buttocks with my palm, Clafoutis's head naturally drooped even lower.
"U-Ugh... *gasp*, haaa..."
"There are still five left, Senior."
Before she could even respond, I roughly slapped both cheeks with my right hand.
— Spank!
"Ah, aaah...! W-Wait! Ramnusia! Just wait a moment—"
— Thwack!
"Mmph...! Hngh...!!!"
Lifting her head pitifully, Clafoutis flailed her arms and legs before finally covering her buttocks.
"W-Wait! I told you to wait just a moment!"
"Senior, if you don't move your hands this instant, we are starting over from the beginning, and I will kick this bottom as many times as your age."
"Ha... ugh...!!"
In the end, Clafoutis lowered her hands. As I delivered the final, resounding smack to her bottom, she clenched her fists and trembled in my lap, no longer attempting to cover herself.
"Good job, Senior. I let you off very easy this time. Next time, I'll make you count them out loud, so keep that in mind."
"Ha, haah... haah..."
Scrambling off my lap like lightning, Clafoutis rubbed her smarting buttocks with both hands. It was hardly a dignified look for a noble lady, but perhaps because she was naturally so gorgeous, she looked incredibly cute and lovely even now.
"Now then, Senior..."
I stood up, stepped out of the cell, and locked the door behind me. I was no fool. I had no intention of staying in the same room with a venomous woman who was constantly looking for a way to turn the tables. If she resisted in some way I hadn't anticipated, even I couldn't predict what the outcome would be.
"Shall we get back to earning Praise Points?"
"Ha... hahaha... Am I to masturbate again?"
"No, Senior... Be honest with me. You can't do it right now, can you?"
Clafoutis stared at my face, then turned her head away and let out a heavy sigh.
"I am not such a pervert as to become aroused in a situation like this."
"I c-can't keep... hehehe, demanding the impossible from you. So, I will give you a task you can actually do."
I pointed my finger at the bed.
"Sit on the bed, spread your legs wide so I can get a clear view of your pussy, and describe to me in vivid detail how you usually masturbate."
Clafoutis squeezed her eyes shut and clenched her fists. But she couldn't resist. To accept the fact that she had to share one of her most private secrets, she even began fanning her face with her hand.
"...You perverted lesbian..."
Muttering like a curse, Clafoutis sat on the bed and spread her legs. Thanks to that, I was treated to a lovely view of her petals, glistening with love nectar. Ah! If only our genius senior hadn't squirted earlier, I could have told whether she was a pervert who got aroused by a spanking or not.
"Y-Your pussy is quite a sight, Senior Clafoutis... It's so pretty and lovely. The right labium looks slightly larger, but perhaps that's just my imagination?"
"... ..."
Clafoutis bit her lip and glared at me as if she wanted to murder me, but what could she do? That was all she could manage. On top of that, she now had to explain to me how she usually masturbated.
"I... usually..."
Clafoutis parted and closed her lips several times before roughly bunching up the bedsheets with both hands.
"...I masturbate by gently stimulating my clitoris."
"Oh, Senior... We aren't primary school children. You need to explain it in much more detail."
I tapped on the iron bars with a smile.
"What do you wear when you do it?"
"...I do not know about lowborn nobles like you, Ramnusia, but an outstanding mage like myself must expose as much skin as possible to the mana flowing through the atmosphere. Therefore... I am answering that I do it completely naked."
"And what do you fantasize about while masturbating stark naked, Senior?"
"Ha... ha... Just, some... l-lewd thoughts..."
"Answer me properly, Senior."
I tapped my fingers against the iron bars. It was a clear signal that I would open the door and punish her again at any moment, and Clafoutis picked up on it instantly.
"J-Just...! Any young nobleman!!"
"Senior, I'm coming in."
"Y-Y-Yesterday!!! I imagined doing it with Senior Britannia!"
"Britannia? Instructor Britannia?"
Clafoutis furrowed her brow.
"D-Don't be absurd!! Not Instructor Jamie Britannia! I mean Senior Edward Britannia, who graduated last year!"
Ah, I see. Since they were from the Kingdom of Britannia, it made sense that there could be multiple people with that surname.
"What kind of fantasy was it?"
"Ha... ha... Even that..."
As I reached for the door handle, Clafoutis shrieked.
"S-Sex! A fantasy of having sex!"
"Anyone can give such a vague answer."
"I-I mean! With my mouth...! I imagined giving him a blowjob! And then Senior mounting me to take my f-first time!"
"And what did you do while having that fantasy?"
Clafoutis bit her lip, and a single tear finally escaped her eye.
"My s-swollen clitoris..."
"Clitoris."
"...Clitoris... I gently pressed my clitoris with my index and middle fingers, rubbing it in circles so it wouldn't hurt."
"See? You can do it when you try, Senior. But since I had to spoon-feed you the answers, I'll only give you 1 point."
"Ah... Ah! Ramnusia!!"
Suddenly calling out my name, Clafoutis forced a smile.
"I imagined Senior Britannia touching my c-clitoris, and I swirled my fingers like this."
As she began her desperate explanation, Clafoutis's pussy grew even wetter than before. Blood was clearly rushing to her clitoris as well.
"While imagining him kissing me and holding me tight against his body... I-I would do this! Like this! I cupped my entire crotch with my palm and rubbed it vigorously."
"Don't say 'crotch.' Say 'pussy.'"
"My pussy...! My pussy! I would pat it with my palm, and when imagining penetration, I would slip a finger in like this! Just one knuckle deep, making squelching wet noises as I masturbated!"
Clafoutis's face was flushed as red as an apple. I could practically hear her heart pounding wildly, though that was likely just my imagination.
"Is that all?"
"A-And! And! Until I reached a proper... ugh! Ngh! ...orgasm, I rubbed my clitoris back and forth with my fingers."
"And how did you climax?"
"I-I touched my clitoris until the juices... gushed out! When I felt it coming, I tensed my thighs, then relaxed them, spreading my legs wide..."
Unable to bring herself to say the next words, Clafoutis trembled and covered her face with both hands.
"I s-squirted my juices... While fantasizing about Senior ejaculating inside me, I became so a-aroused."
Twitch, twitch... her fully exposed pussy glistened as she vividly recounted her masturbation experience. She was quite adorable. Yes, how wonderful it was when she took the initiative to do things I hadn't even ordered her to do.
"Well said, Senior. Since you worked so hard, I'll give you 2 points instead of just 1."
"Sob, hngh... sob, ugh... uuuugh..."
Watching Clafoutis sob pitifully, I slowly backed away from the cell.
"Have a nice meal. And be sure to call me if you need me later."
Whether she truly loathed the fact that she was gradually growing accustomed to this system of reward and punishment, Clafoutis continued to weep until I closed the door and left the room.