/jp/ - Otaku Culture

You hear someone moving about in of the the libraries side rooms and let out a groan. Patchouli is having her lunch and Koakuma (is that really her name?) was sweeping up elsewhere, so you knew how was in this room. Opening the door, you find Marisa yet again going through some books, tossing them to the side when done. Damnit, she could use some more care. This is where all the damaged books care stored and later repaired. Patchouli has warmed up to you a bit more since you've been throwing out Marisa and she even offered to teach you how to repair books as part of your duties. So Marisa is being very inconsiderate right now. After she close the door, she turns around to see you.

There's only one way out of here, and you're standing in the way. You know she's not going to blast through you. Glancing downwards, you see one of the books you tossed away had it's spine thrown in half from the impact. That's it. She's gonna get it. You march over to her and grab her by the wrist, yanking over to a desk, and with a push you lay her on top of it. Before she can react, you flip her dress up. She's wearing bloomers? Seriously? Putting aside the thought of her strange choice in undergarments, you yank them down, revealing her bare bottom. For how tiny this witch is, her behind is surprisingly plush. Marisa looks back at you, fear starting to show on her face. You might be crossing a line here, but she's really pissed you off today. You reach back and-

Spank her on the ass. The sound of flesh hitting flesh echos throughout the room, and her left cheek jiggles slightly from the impact Marisa's body tenses up as she lets a hiss through clenched teeth. Only a second later, you strike the other cheek. You make a rhythm, striking her again and again. You take a breather as Marisa rubs her raw ass, panting. "Come on, that's nothing. You can do it harder" she says,waving her rear a little at you.

Having another of this witch's antics for the day, you reach back and strike her on the ass with all your might. Marisa gasps, her body tensing up from the blow. You give her no reprieve. You rain blows upon her, striking as hard and fast as you can. Each blow gets a reaction out of Marisa as she lets out more and more graons. When you're finally exhausted, you step away to take another break. Marisa lays there moaning. She'd won't be flying home on her broom, that's from sure. You tell her to get out before Patchy comes back. Marisa wobbles to her feet, puts on her bloomers, and stumbles out the door.

While you're at first proud you taught her a lesson. you realize you might have just played in her hands after all.