Chastise the Dragon
A short story, requested by a couple of users from Yiffchat, of a dragon girl between seven and eight, being paddled. The other things were kinks I felt like adding :) Minimal plot, so paw away without the clutter, cub lovers and spankers! Enjoy, and remember, being over 18 is a good idea. -- Professor Bob
"Do I have to mom?", huffed a small female dragon, as she stood bare below the waist, with nothing covering her chest but a red towel that was wrapped around her neck. She was only seven and a half, but already full of attitude towards her parents, who disciplined strictly in hopes of changing her tune. The form of her dark blue scaled body was thin and smooth, but baby fat was still very noticible at her age, still remaining in her tender thighs and tummy. Her scale color only changed in a few select places around her body, getting a pink hued color along the lips of her slit, making the young parting very noticible between her legs, no matter how much she tried to hide it, along with the pinkened scales under her tail that formed her tight, fleshy tailhole pucker.
"Yes you do Anna, open your mouth right now before I make this a lot worse young lady!", the dragon's mother sternly threatened, pulling a small bar of potent soap she had been lathering up from the warm stream of sink water. The pair were in the family bathroom, with the door wide open for one of Anna's punishment sessions, even as she stood at her mother's side completely nude, and her short stubby tail unable conceal anything private. Anna sighed, staring at all the lather on the bar, remembering how much she hated the taste of her mother's brand of soap.. not to mention it was the perfect size for her small muzzle. As soon as her mother looked like she would grab her for not obeying, she quickly lifted her head and opened her mouth wide to try and be compliant just in time. Not even giving her daughter a second, the mother's nimble paw slid the bar of soap right into her maw, and begun scrubbing at her tongue briskly while it was still very wet. The little girl's eyes clenched as she let out a sharp whine, taking a slight step back on her footpaw, trying to stay still while she was assulted by the disgusting texture and unpalatable taste she could not escape from. The wet bar made soapy lather fast, filling the bottom of her muzzle with suds that covered her tongue and her teeth. Watery lather dripped out the sides of her muzzle from all the scrubbing, dripping down onto the towel that was placed around Anna's neck. The only temporary lapse she would get was when her mother stopped scrubbing to re-wet the bar of soap, and make even more suds in her mouth. Anna could not help put cough and gag at the bubbles burning at her throat, and from the scrubbing of her tongue. The taste was more then she could handle! With a gurgled whine after only a minute and a half, she tried to pull her head away and take a step back and get away from the bar of soap that was burning her mouth. Her mother took the soap that suddenly stopped reaching her girl's tongue from her muzzle, lightly whapping the top of her muzzle with a paw.
"That's enough ma'!..", Anna said through her gurgly and distressed sounding voice, with a few bits of lather dripping from her muzzle as she spoke.
"I will tell you when you have had enough. Now, you have to take your soap the hard way", her mother said with an irritated look on her face, holding the soap out with her paw at one end. Anna's heart suddenly sunk, as soon as she saw what her mother meant. "Take a big bite", she was dreadfully told, confirming her worry. Her lower jaw suddenly got shaky as if she'd cry as she was offered the soap, but after a moment of hesitation, she opened her muzzle slightly and leaned foreward. Her teeth pressed into the soft, creamy bar of soap and bit off a sizable chunk of it with her sharp teeth. "Good. Now chew", came the next order, in a more smug tone, as if her mother wanted to do this all along for her disobidience earlier. With the chunk of soap in her muzzle, Anna begun to chew it between her teeth, as if all the lather already in there wasn't enough. The feeling of chewing on the soap made her want to puke, as it started to turn to mush in the confines of her wet and soapy muzzle, tasting so strong it stung her tongue while it spread all around her mouth. She just continued to chew, watching her mother's look, just waiting till she'd say she could stop. The soap had quickly become so mushy she could barely chew it, concidering most of it was caked in her draconic teeth. "That is fine now, you may swallow", her mother finally relented. Anna really frowned, with her mouth hurting and jaw sore.. she hated this part a lot. Her mother did not permit rincing. So with a shot of curage, she tilted her head back and started swallowing down all the mushy soap and the lather, taking many slimy and burning gulps to get it all down into her tummy. Not even permitted to use her tooth brush, she had to stand there naked, facing the open door, and try to remove the caked on soap with her tongue. It took her over ten minutes, and was long enough for her puberty-bound older brother to walk by and chuckle, eyeing the hint of pink between her legs before scooting along down the hallway to savor the sight. It was almost enough to even make her cheeks pink from embarassment, but sighed and rubbed her muzzle when she was done. All that work made her tongue quite sore, and feeling slimy. Not to mention her teeth squeeked.
"I'm done..", Anna said quietly, looking down and away from her mother, obviously not enjoying herself. Her stomach certainly was not, and no matter how much she rubbed her tummy with a paw, it still felt upset. Her mother picked up Anna's very own paddle from the counter as soon as her daughter said that, ready to continue her punishment, as her girl removed her sud catching towel.
"Bend over the side of the tub, and keep your paws down along the side", she was ordered, with a point over to the bathtub with the quarter inch thick wooden paddle. It had no design upon it, being home made. She was lucky enough her father at least sanded it, and unlucky enough that he added four holes for added speed. Two mid-size ones at top, and another two towards the bottom; a very harsh paddle indeed. As much as Anna hated soap, this was what really sunk her punishments in.
"Don't you think making me swallow all that soap was enough?", Anna grumbled, trying to act stern herself, even if she just did not want to be spanked, and was fearful of her paddle. All she got in return was a shake of her mother's head.
"Not with your attitude I don't. Bend over, I'm giving you a heavy dose. I'll call your little brother in here to give me a hand, if you'd really want him looking under your tail..", she was promptly warned, with her mother not accepting any more of this stalling. Anna shrunk at the idea of her little brother getting a front row seat for viewing her privates, and with a slow turn, she bent over the side ov the tub with her paws being placed open against the inside side of the tub. Once in place, her little tail raised itself as much as she could, with the stubby thing already shaking, while her eyes begun to water. Stepping into place, the much larger female dragon positioned herself and readied her arm, getting it lose and making a good grip on the paddle handle for leverage. All the helpless girl below her could do was stare down at the tub through watery eyes, tensely waiting for her paddle. Not wanting to disappoint her girl, the mother dragon moved the paddle up to her girl's rear, just barely not touching the scales, to take aim.. and with a slow rise, so Anna could not hear it, she quickly let loose a strong swing of the large, rectangular paddle till it made loud contact with the young dragon's sensitive scales, causing her hips to jut foreward and her right footpaw to kick upwards at the pain. As she howled out, the searing pain spread from the impact like a shockwave, sending the sting all through the large area of the swat. Another smack of her paddle landed in the very same spot, causing an immidiate throb and escalation of sting that made Anna cry out and hop around on her footpaws. After she was able to unclench her teeth from the pain, she opened her muzzle and started to sob and wail loudly, fingers twitching as she fought the urge to stand up and rub herself beneath her tail. With a slightly longer wait then the first two, the flat, thick paddle impacted her tailbase and rear end once again, making the poor girl scream and cry even harder as her footpaw's claws scuffed at the lenolium floor. The thick paddle was able to drive very deep into the small girl, pounding it's message very harshly into her muscle, and send a strong sting cascading across her softest scales that make up her rear. Within all the throbbing pain of her muscles being tenderized and the baby fat of her undertail being slapped and stung in a ripple from the impact, all of the pain clustered in her backside into a burning sensation that traveled up her tail and down her legs. Swat again landing on her defenseless rear, this time lower, made Anna bawl out loudly, jumping around and shaking from all the pain as all of the hurt now extended to the base of her rear and the start of her tender thighs. Scales reddening and swelling, and flesh beneath it bruising, her mother only swung her girl's paddle another time, spanking it hard a bit higher this time, driving a sting deep into her girl's tailhole as the paddle impacted the base of her tail and the spot of pink scale. The sensation of a hot piece of metal being shoved down her pucker made her gasp for air and clench everything in her body before letting out a pained set of sobs, tears trickling freely down her muzzle as she keeps her head down as much as possible. The sting in her pinkened scale area stayed, just as strong as the swat itself, sending the pain into her bowels as the sensitive scales' nerves screamed. One more harsh swat in the same spot drove a much larger feeling down her tailhole, with the pink pucker reddening deeply and swelling up from it's treatment. The girl's lower extremedies were so tender, this paddle did a horrible number on her scales and everything below it. It hurt so badly, she could not even give a care the position of her legs and how much it revealed everything feminine she had.
"Mommy!", Anna yelled out desperately, crying near uncontrolably, and needing to catch her breath after the one word. "Stop, please!.. Too many!", she tried hard to get out in understandable words. She was not used to recieving more swats then this from her paddle, as severe as it was on such young scales. Her mother knew her daughter could not sit, even with just four swats. This time she had six so far!
"That is my call, no one elses. You'll learn to behave, I'll see to it. The amount of paddle spanks will just keep going up till you get tired of acting this way!", her mother replied behind her, as Anna bawled and shook from the pain that still envoloped her lower extremedies. The ache was so deep, and her scales were badly marked and swollen. The throbbing pain was enough to be numbing, but sadly for her, it certainly was not. Her mother looked from her girl's tailbase to her upper legs, admiring her work so far, and deciding she still was not done. "I think you have say.. a whole four left. In fact, I want you to count each aloud to me. Starting now", she said, just as Anna was getting her gasps for air under control. A sudden hard smack at the base of her rear and her thighs was enough for her to press her pelvis into the tubside and scream out a pained chirp of sorts before going right back to crying, squirming on her footpaws from the pain in her legs that was making it difficult to stand. "Say the number, Anna", her mother was quick to remind. Her daugher's supple undertail was just plain burning in the open air, tailhole and slit showing more then clearly.
"..One!", she had inhaled between sobs and studdered out quickly. Her muzzle was soaked from tears, and her eyes felt strange from needing to make so many. The dragon even begun to find herself getting sweaty from the exertion of trying to take her punishment, and the heat of pain that was spreading through her small body. Number said, her mother selected her next target and let loose with the strong paddle, swinging with a flick in her wrist and sharp swing right into the very same spot she last spanked, at the extra tender base of her girl's rear. It was enough for Anna to screech out her crying, and to take her paws from the tub, sending them quickly to her thighs to rub the horrid sting the slap dug into her legs. Catching herself, the paws leave her bottom in only a second, going back onto the tub while her legs moved around a lot. "Two!", she called sharply while crying.
"Stay still!", her mother's voice came loudly, just prior to the paddle's next impact at her tailbase, searing it's underside and little tailhole. Even her tailhole and undertail was bruised! But before Anna could react or call the number, relying on the fact her daughter would not be expecting it, swat four came out of no where at full force. The quarter inch wooden paddle swatted her rear dead center, getting the largest area of scales possible concidering the size of the paddle. Two spanks in close series made the girl jump up and howl, standing up from her bent over position on her tippy-toes, gripping at her rear. Her crying was as hard as it could be, and she was gasping for breaths. Settling back down onto her footpaws, she gripped the top of the top of the tub and howled at the top of her lungs, as much as her chest hurt from doing so, moving her legs all around to try and alliviate the pain, spreading and shifting her reptilian slit's slips as she did, showing more pink from time to time. Could not help it.
"T-..three, an' four!", Anna cried out with much difficulty, sounding like the very small child she was. Her rear looked horrible, covered in deep, dark welts and other even darker lines and bubbly swollen marks. The bruising could even be seen through her scales clearly, and you could practically roast a marshmellow under her small tail from the heat. The muscles were beatten in her backside, and even her tailhole was red and puffed out from swelling, along with the backs of her thighs. Tears dripping from her muzzle and bloodshot eyes, she stood there hunched over just trying to calm herself so she could breathe, perfectly punished and defeated. There was little she could do to stop any pain of this magnitude, and it was going to stay with her for a week at least. The swats at the base of her rear will pain her sitting for some time to come, when she is able to sit at all again. Walking and the natural movement of her tail will even make things a challenge, making this a stern punishment for days to come, with her mother not even needing to lift a finger to instill a 'reminder' in her daughter.
"Hopefully this will actually teach you a lesson for once, or at least make misbehaving hurt too much for a while", came the voice of her mother, while Anna heard the sound of her large paddle klunking down against the lid of the toilet as it was placed there. The older dragon knelt down to closely look at her work, placing her paw on her girl's lower right cheek, moving the scales at the base to examine the welting. The contact made Anna squeel, spazaming the muscle below where her mother touched and leaned to the right to get away from it a bit. Ignoring the protests, her mother reached up under her tail and brushed her thumb across the seven year old's tailhole, feeling the swelling of the pucker herself. Even while sobbing, Anna groaned and lifted herself a bit to escape the touch, most specificly not wanting her orifaces touched by paws she felt should not be, especially with how much it hurt. The adult paw of her mother down there was not welcome.
"Stop..", Anna whined, squirming uncomfortably and using a tone that suggested she was embarassed. This tickled a notion in the older female.
"Turn around, spread your legs slightly", she was told plainly, which she complied and did, still busy wiping her eyes and the tears from her muzzle. Her dark blue legs spread, showing the defined pink outline of her girl-hood. While rubbing her eyes and sniffling, a suddenly unexpected touch made her gasp and flinch.. as her mother's paw cupped her between the legs. The warm paw scales pressed against her privates, making her freeze and look at her mother confusedly through her still watery eyes.
"What are you doing?", Anna let out through her jittery voice, with her backside still hurting terribly. Just then her mother's paw started to go back and forth along the length of her young slit, making the speed quick enough along her scales and pink flesh to stimulate them. The girl 'mrmph'ed and shifted herself a bit, surprised by the feelings and blushing from them. "Don't!", she demanded in her still teary voice.
"Be quiet Anna. If you misbehave, I can take your privacy as well", she was answered while the large paw rubbed it's palm and fingers back and forth between her legs. Her footpaws started to paw at the floor as the pleasurable feelings grew in her crotch, even at her age. She hated being touched, and humiliated by being rubbed in such a manner.. facing the door once again as this was done to her. The girl wasn't so innocent as to not know what was going on to her due to her mother's paw, as the brisk rubbing across her slit scales aroused her. Her lips grew puffier and parted slightly, allowing for the inside to be rubbed easier. Anna found herself breathing in huffs through her nose, shifting around on her footpaws while trying to keep her legs open to the unwelcome intrusion. Her mother found the warmness against her paw grow, and Anna got a jolt on each backstroke as her mother's paw reached the front part of her slit, though she couldn't understand what that thing was her mother was rubbing past. She kept eye on the door, hoping no one would see her like this.. practically on her toes, stradling her mother's paw, as it rubbed more briskly. Whimpers and whines, as well as pressing her slit more into the paw, even if involuntarily, was replied with a finger rubbing deeper into her slit with each stroke. Feeling her opening, urinal slit, and even this nub she never really noticed, now being masturbated by large scaly fingers brushing across them, and it brought her the weirdest feelings and tightening in her lower extremedies. Just as Anna closed her eyes and breathed deeply, to get away from it all, her mother noticed the first hint of a young dragon's moisture after the rubbing over time, taking her paw from her daughter's sex just to slap it hard back into it quickly, repeating this several times before Anna let out a shocked yelp, trying hard to close her legs and stop the slaps. After getting aroused for the first time, her crotch was very sensitive, and her mother's paw hurt very badly, sending burning jolts down her vaginal opening just as the paddle did to her tailhole. The paw left her extremedies and she pressed her legs tightly together, covering her crotch with her paws from the sting and shame, only to have the paws roughly smacked away by her mother.
"Please!", was all Anna could think to say, flooded with pain and other strange feelings of many emotions. Her scales were moist with sweat, with a few beads trickling down her neck, looking distressed and tired overall from crying and exertion, and stress.
"Paws off, no covering or especially touching anything. Leave it alone", her mother ordered as she rose, getting back up and looking down at her defeated daughter. "Get to your room, and go to bed. Leave your door open, I'll be checking on you. Keep those paws above the covers", she said while pointing to the door, looking like she'd swat if any defiance was shown, and intending to keep Anna's paws away from her aching rear and puffy slit. Keeping her still foul tasting muzzle shut, Anna kept her head low and walked by, leaving the bathroom to go to her room, naked as the day she was born, but with a certain glisten along the backend of her slit's opening. Her siblings would all see her, and she'd have no choice but to go to bed and wonder when she'd be able to sit again.