Clara's Spanked Awakening
Clara's pussy was smooth, not a single hair in sight, paired with those massive hips. She didn't work out, so it lacked the firmness of the asses I'd seen before, but it still had that youthful bounce.
"Hands clasped behind your head."
Clara bent at the waist, locking her fingers behind her neck. She bent her knees slightly and stuck her ass out just a bit. A pose that felt a tad humiliating for a woman. After admiring this blessed figure—rare even among students—I grabbed her ass cheeks firmly.
"Ah."
Clara let out a short gasp. Had I been too bold? But then...
"Feels weird."
"You hate it?"
"No, not hate... but something..."
Clara pressed a hand to her lower belly.
"It tingles here."
"What the hell's that? Gotta pee?"
"Hmm. Kinda itchy."
What was she even saying? I gave her a light warm-up smack anyway. My palm slapped against her huge ass.
Smack!
With an ass this big, it felt perfect in my hand. Who else had one this massive? Oh, right—Helena. Helena's was huge too. Though in terms of hip width, Helena's were even bigger.
"Ahh... oof."
Maybe it was a new sensation for her, because Clara let out a rare moan. She rubbed her ass with one hand.
"Ow, it hurts."
"Put your hand down, and that's an extra smack."
"Okaay."
I swung my palm at her ass again. Clara's cheeks jiggled and lurched forward slightly.
"Aaaah..."
Her posture was starting to slump little by little. Her legs bent more, thrusting her ass out further. That exposed her pussy and asshole in all their glory.
"How do you plan to graduate with skills like that?"
"Ah—owww..."
Smack!
"Hya! Haa... aaah..."
"Everyone else is growing, but when are you gonna stop lagging behind?"
I wasn't sure if my scolding was getting through, but Clara didn't respond. Instead, beads of sweat were forming along her jawline.
Smack!
"With skills worse than the newbies, how the hell do you think you'll make it as a magician?"
Smack!
"Just grinning like an idiot all day!"
"Hngg... hngh..."
Smack!
"You gotta learn to say no to favors! Blindly saying yes is just stupid!"
Smack!
"Hngii! S-sorryyy."
"What? Someone asks to grope your tits, and you just shove 'em in their face? Is that what a girl's supposed to do?"
Smack!
"Sorryyy!"
"So if they ask to fuck you, you'll bend over and spread? Huh? Gonna let some random guy's dick plow this pussy?"
Smack!
With moderate force, Clara's huge ass was turning nice and red. Even this dopey, slow-talking girl sped up and raised her pitch when the pain hit.
"Two more, then magic test. Botch it, and it's the paddle. Got it?"
"P-paddle? What's that?"
"This."
I pulled out the wide wooden paddle, and Clara's eyes went wide. That vacant gaze sharpened into something clear—not like her at all.
"Y-you're hitting me with that?"
"Yup. Regretting it? Door's right there."
"...I'll keep going."
Spoken like a true magician. They never gave up easy. This time, I paddled both cheeks hard in succession.
Smack! Crack!
"Hngit!"
Clara shuddered, straightened up, and grabbed her wand. Her cheeks were flushed, eyes a bit glazed, which worried me a tad. Just a light spanking for a teen. I'd even toned it down more encouragement than punishment. Just a sting, and she was already changing.
"Here goes."
Clara swung her wand. But despite the shift, it just made a pathetic pssh sound. She glanced at me sheepishly, a dopey smile creeping onto her lips. I sighed and picked up the paddle.
"Ass out."
Clara assumed the position without complaint. I pressed the paddle to her ass. The wood touched her already heated skin, making it twitch.
"Paddle hurts for real. Brace yourself."
"Okaay."
I raised it high. Then—Thwack!
Her big ass made the impact echo differently. The paddle sank in deep, her cheeks rippling wildly as she stumbled forward a couple steps.
"Kyaa! Heuk... haa... o-oww!"
A sharp scream I'd never heard from her.
"Wand up. We keep going till you nail it."
"Hngh... hngh..."
Tears welled in Clara's eyes. Her nose was redder, sniffles more frequent. But she gripped her wand stubbornly. Looked like she had grit under that airhead vibe.
Pssh.
Talent was a cruel bastard, though. No matter how hard you tried, without it, you were sunk. Dejected, Clara stuck her ass out on her own.
Thwack!
The paddle cracked against her massive cheeks, rippling them red instantly. The paddle's shape left a broad crimson mark, turning her ass monkey-red in seconds. White skin with just the ass blazing? Hot as hell. My dick twitched for the first time in a while, blood rushing south.
God's most tempting creation for humans has gotta be the ass. Personal opinion.
Clara raised her wand again. Same swing, but—crackle. Barely any effect, but progress. She glanced fearfully at the paddle.
I'm raising magicians!
It might just be fear of the paddle driving growth, but results were results. She stuck her ass out again. Progress or not, failure was failure.
I pressed the paddle to her skin and swung.
Thwack!
"Kngh."
Clara clamped her legs tight, wiped her teary eyes, and stood defiantly. But instead of raising her wand, she turned to me.
"Do more."
"More?"
"Harder... this isn't enough."
I eyed her worriedly, then rummaged in the box for a specific toy. Two vibrating magic stones crammed into a small orb. In my world, we'd call it an egg vibrator. Lee Hyun's special: opposing magic stones in a tiny sphere, pushing each other endlessly till they wore out. No power needed. Downside? No on/off switch.
I grabbed the egg on its string and spread her cheeks.
"Kyaa!"
Clara yelped cutely at the sudden intrusion.
"Virgin?"
"Eh?"
"You a virgin?"
I poked a finger at her pussy hole. She clasped her hands to her chest, enduring stoically. Expected her hymen to block, but it slid right in. Not a virgin.
"Nope. In it goes."
I shoved the buzzing egg inside without pause.
"Hngh! I-Instructor... wh-what's this?"
"Masturbation toy. Focus."
She didn't question why spanking led to toys—just raised her wand like always. I tied the string to her thigh and gave her ass a light smack.
"Go."
"Hnnngh..."
Twisting her legs, Clara swung. Crackle. Definitely better. Improving visibly.
"Still a fail. Ass."
She presented it routinely. Before swinging, I grabbed more eggs. Shoved another into her pussy.
"Hnnng... aaang..."
Her moans grew lewd. Pussy juices trickled out, clit stiff like it was erect. Then I pressed the paddle.
"You asked for more."
Thwack!
"Hnggh! A-aaaah... hurts... f-feels good..."
"Wand up!"
She swung again. Her form and the magic matched the textbook perfectly now.
"Ass."
"Y-yes."
Another egg in. Paddle swing.
Thwack!
"N-ngh... w-wait..."
Clara suddenly collapsed. Limit hit?
"A-ahh..."
Squatting, hands on the floor, her hips quivered. Pussy drooling like crazy. She bit her lip, endured, then stood and swung.
Crackle-crackle!
A perfect lightning bolt shape zapped the wooden dummy dead-on. It spun wildly, charred black.
Success! I was about to clap when Clara swung again.
Pssh. Same flop as the start.
"Aw, failed... hehe."
She squinted slyly. No way. She'd already succeeded. Why fake a failure?
"H-hurry and punish me... Instructor."
Ah, these masochist witches. All perverts, every one. Headache-inducing, but a grin crept onto my face anyway.
"Ass."
Out it came again. Paddle-beaten to a swollen, throbbing red.
Thwack!
"Hngiii!"
Squelch.
Clara squirted. Eggs popped out, dangling from the thigh string. Her ass quivered, then her legs shook too.
Could I fuck her now?
My dick throbbed, craving her juices. Hand to my zipper, behind her—tch. No. Her ass was wrecked. One wrong move, and she'd burst. Super sensitive skin.
"Damn. Gotta ask Sena for relief."
Treating Sena like an onahole? She'd love it anyway.
"That's it for today."
"...Wanna do more."
"Nah. This ain't punishment anymore—it's abuse. We'll continue next time."
"......Okay."
Clara reached for her panties, but I stopped her.
"Don't."
"Huh? Why?"
Her dopey face was returning. Voice going hazy.
"Face the wall and stand."
"Mmm..."
She pressed nose-to-wall like corner time. I grabbed the Recovery Gel, knelt behind her, and slathered it on.
Squelch.
"Eek! Cold!"
"Will burn soon enough."
I applied it thoroughly, and Clara started moaning softly.
"You did good anyway. One spell success ain't much, but it's something."
"Th-thank youuu."
"But next time, less spanking, more options. Your ass'll explode like this."
I kneaded her puffy cheeks. She flinched and pouted back at me.
"But... no relaxing effect..."
"Duh? That takes lighter taps, not this hard."
"......"
"Maybe switch to humiliation play for you. I'll look into it."
"When do you get your ass spanked, Instructor?"
Huh? What?
"You wanna spank mine?"
"You spanked me, so fair's fair, right?"
"Dream on, kid. No way you're paddling me."
Clara puffed her cheeks, sulking. Then a certain method flashed in my mind.
"Eye for an eye. Tooth for a tooth."
"Eh?"
"Got the perfect idea."
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The day the witches from Ios Savin's faction were discharged from the hospital, a rumor quietly spread: a "meat toilet restroom" where they apologized to commoner magicians.