Punishing the Problem Child
“Kyaaak!”
A heavy thud echoed, far beyond what a switch could produce. Vivian nearly pitched forward from the impact but barely managed to steady herself. A round welt bloomed over the switch marks on her buttocks. Her legs trembled as she watched the next elf step coldly in front of her, her face paling in shock.
“Hic… ugh.”
Still, she gripped her staff resolutely and assumed her stance. But—paang!—once again, Vivian was sent flying. She collapsed in the same position as before, ass skyward, but this time she didn’t even twitch. Pretending to be unconscious, perhaps.
“Vivian.”
No response—just sniffling in that pose, utterly still. He pressed the paddle against her upturned ass.
“Fine, we’ll do it like this, then.”
Smack! Hitting hard in that position could snap her waist, so he made the first one loud but light, as a warning. But to Vivian, the mere fact of being struck hurt enough.
“Hwaaaang!”
She finally burst into childish sobs. Still in that pose, she kicked her feet and wailed at the top of her lungs.
“I’m sorry! I was wrong! Why are you picking on me like this? I did wrong! I said I was wrong!”
He shrugged, unsure how to respond, when the elf who’d just launched her spoke in a chilly tone.
“Then what did we do to deserve this?”
The other elves chimed in, raising their voices.
“Just because we’re elves, you sicced male magicians on us and broke my right knee.”
“I heard another elf from the next class got raped.”
“The war’s just an excuse. You needed a reason to torment us.”
“If we fought back, you said it was warring with humans and herded us like animals.”
As the elves vented, a plain-looking human magician timidly stepped forward and spoke up in a meek voice.
“You said a commoner like me shouldn’t learn magic… and tried to cut off my hand so I couldn’t hold my staff.”
Their testimonies poured out one after another—acts that went far beyond bullying, bordering on outright torture. Vivian, who’d been sobbing uncontrollably, fell silent. She simply rose quietly and gripped her staff again.
“Hoo.”
Academies always hid darker undercurrents than he’d imagined. The disregard and abuse he’d endured as a servant were minor only because he was Sena’s servant. He’d survived unscathed thanks to her shadow.
Paang!—splat!
“Urgh…”
Paang!—splat!
“…Haaht.”
With each strike, Vivian’s ass grew redder. At this rate, it might burst and bleed. The next opponent wasn’t an elf. Surprisingly, it was the underwhelming Clara.
“Uh…”
Clara stood there dumbly, staring blankly before hesitantly raising her staff. The duel began, and Clara swung first—but psshhh!—she hasn’t changed a bit! He first checked Vivian, who wasn’t swinging her staff, just aiming it. She’d clearly lost the will to fight—no intent to attack.
He instructed Vivian not to cast since he wouldn’t hit her, then charged at Clara and flicked her forehead hard.
“You brat. I taught you better than that, and you forgot already?”
“Hehe.”
“No ‘hehe’! Do you think you’ll learn properly without a spanking? Like this.”
He snatched her staff to demonstrate the swing—
“You bastard…”
Did Vivian just curse? A strange heat flared around her aimed shoulder and chest.
“Shit!”
He shoved Clara aside and instinctively raised his staff. Heat gathered at Vivian’s staff tip, coalescing into a flame that shaped into a serpent large enough to incinerate a person.
“If you weren’t anyone’s servant or whatever, you wouldn’t be in this mess—I’d just kill you!”
The startled elves rushed to save him, but Vivian’s staff moved faster! And to make matters worse, Professor Viola had stepped out, trusting him.
Whoosh!—the massive serpent lunged. As its fiery maw gaped to swallow him, Sena flashed in his mind. He’d once secretly peeked at her class. In a duel like this, she’d effortlessly deflected enemy magic.
Like this? Not sure how, he swung his staff upward, mimicking Sena’s motion from months ago. Icy chill erupted in a blizzard, slapping the serpent’s jaws skyward. The blizzard surged up, rapidly cooling the air. The flames cooled, dwindling to embers.
“Grab her! Don’t zone out!”
As the elves hurriedly subdued Vivian, he stared incredulously at the training staff in his hand.
Did I just do that?
“Instructor, you can use magic?”
One elf approached with wide-eyed bewilderment.
“No.”
“But what you just did…”
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“It resembled Sena’s magic?”
“Yes. That’s what they said.”
Helena nodded, her expression puzzled yet understanding.
“Actually, it had to resemble it.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re Sena’s summoned servant.”
Helena gazed toward the iron bars. Beyond was a cold, damp prison—the underground dungeon beneath the academy. It was rarely used, but those who crossed her often ended up here.
“Does being her servant connect to mimicking her magic?”
“It does. Servants sustain life through their master’s mana. So it’s no surprise you can imitate Sena’s spells.”
Helena hooked a finger on the bars. Tiny ice crystals formed on the iron.
“Sir Leden the doll and Sir Grand the knight—they move via Sena’s mana too, right? They don’t eat but draw energy from her.”
He’d never seen it, but Leden had mentioned needing life from Sena every six months. He’d just learned that life force was mana. Leden said it didn’t concern him as an outsider, so he hadn’t paid attention.
“Have you seen Julia’s servant?”
“Yeah, she brings it out sometimes. A bright red lizard on her shoulder.”
“Julia’s mana is tied to fire. So her mana-fed servant is a fire lizard.”
“Ah, but Leden said since I’m a lifeform from the outer world, I don’t need Sena’s mana.”
“True. But summoning you required mana, didn’t it?”
It was simple. He’d received some of Sena’s mana, enabling basic spellcasting. He remembered being unable to before.
“But it’s still odd.”
Helena eyed him suspiciously.
“Even a portion is just a tiny amount of mana. How could you match Vivian’s spell?”
To parry an attack spell required precise timing or equivalent mana output. No parry—he’d used mana on par with Vivian’s. And he couldn’t cast before.
“Who knows. Turns out I was super strong all along…?”
“You couldn’t be.”
She cut him off coldly.
“My guess: something recently triggered a surge in your mana.”
“No such trigger.”
“Really? Nothing related to magical growth, like us?”
Suddenly, Helena pressed against his chest. Her ample breasts squished softly—plush, comforting curves.
She smells nice too.
A fragrant scent wafted from her. She must fuss over little beauty details.
Her finger poked and circled his chest—right at his nipple. What was this?
“Nothing that could stimulate your emotions?”
“No way… wait.”
No, there was. Sena, Julia, even Vivian. Not pain, but sexual stimulation. Spanking was his kink—he’d gotten aroused while punishing them. If such stimulation boosted servants’ magic too?
“But Leden…”
“Sir Leden’s a doll, not human. Same for Sir Grand.”
“I…”
“You’re human, aren’t you?”
She dismissed his theory bluntly. This growth wasn’t weird—he’d just been clueless. It was totally…
“Spank asses and I level up solo!”
“What’s that mean?”
“Uh, just a joke. Anyway, punishment stimulation works on me too? New info.”
“Theoretically, yes. Probably more since you’re a perv.”
Then—a splash from the bars, followed by a guttural scream.
“Uwoooook!”
It was Vivian. Her right hand bound to right foot, left to left—suspended midair. Legs splayed M-wide but folded tight against her sides. Her mouth slack, tongue out, she shrieked in a voice no woman could easily muster.
“Ugoooh… ook!”
“Is that… allowed?”
“Normally, it’d be harsher.”
A device was lodged in Vivian’s pussy—body inside, gem outside. An enigmatic dildo servant. Its blue gem flared red every few seconds, triggering her squirting orgasms. She’d repeated it dozens of times now.
“What’s ‘normal’?”
“Want to see? It’s a curse that won’t let you die even if you want to.”
“…No thanks.”
“Pl-please, for-give… uwaaaah! Waaaah!”
Splish! Her fluids sprayed toward them but evaporated via some barrier. Helena watched with a gentle smile, unblinking. That made it scarier—punishing a student so severely with that smile. This was lenient; he’d begged for mercy on her behalf.
“Do you usually punish like this?”
“No, first try. Inspired by the instructor’s paper on magical stimulation. Isn’t it fine?”
“Ah… haha.”
“More importantly, I learned something experimenting. Want to hear?”
Helena flicked her hand. The gem shifted from red to yellow—Vivian convulsed, screaming as if dying.
“Ugaaaaah! Kuuuh! Kyaaaaaaaah!”
Splish! Splat! Spliiiish!
Her squirting volume was insane—dehydration seemed imminent, but they replenished fluids often.
“Stimulation alone doesn’t guarantee growth.”
“Example?”
“Pain promotes growth, but chopping off an arm doesn’t.”
How’d you test that extreme?
“There’s an optimal threshold for growth.”
“So punishment hits that sweet spot now?”
“Yes. Exactly punishment level. Or sexual.”
The yellow gem faded to blue; limp and twitching, Vivian slumped.
“N-never… again… sob. Never… again… Sorry. I was really wrong… Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry.”
Helena ignored the confession. It was just punishment for challenging her appointed instructor. No mercy.
“So, Instructor Lee Hyun?”
“Yes, Principal.”
“Tomorrow night. Come to me?”
“Tomorrow?”
Weekend—no academy. Sena holed up sleeping, so he had time.
“Sure. Why?”
“Why?”
Helena fidgeted, tugging his collar. Her cheeks flushed faintly.
“Even I… want to grow as a magician.”