#tomorrow will be lighter reading. i think. maybe. i really went sicko mode this year besties IM SORRYa

[consul-valerius]

Day Two: Exhibitionism + Lingerie + Collars + Impact Play (Nadia x Donna x Valerius & Sam x Donna + Portia, Asra, & Lucio)

Day two for the @the-midsummer-masquerade event

The Countess expects the best from her partners, and there are consequences when her expectations are unmet—which Donna will soon find out.

Fic includes (other than the day's themes): some slight couple quarreling, heavy spanking with wooden implements (to the point of bruising), some foot play, verbal degradation, established d/s dynamics, punishment/dread of punishment, aftercare, crying during a scene, general group play

W/C: 7.5k tHEY WONT ALL BE THIS LONG I SWEAR—

A/N: This. Was. A lot. I want that Donna DESTROYED. and I want it to take 50 business days to get through hfdighfdigh Full fic will be up on AO3, small spanking preview undercut. All links will be undercut.

MINORS DNI OR I TAKE YA LUNCH MONEY🤺🤺🤺

AO3 link here // Masterlist here

“We lovingly call this a brat bat . It’s one of Mouse’s favorites—as in they absolutely hate it .” 

Sam handed Nadia the wooden rod he had conjured; it was small and smooth but weighty. It was quite similar to a rolling pin, but the wood was treated so it was smooth to the touch. There was a handle, too, that was perfectly sized for Sam’s hand. Oh yes, she would need one of these. Perhaps two, one for each of the lovers. 

“The last time I used this on them, they had the most wonderful bruises. I’m sure paired with that fancy rug beater, their ass is going to look like a mosaic. Imagine that: an original work of art by two unknown Prakran artists at your very own masquerade!”

“Enough talk, dhakkan, before I take over myself.”

“Dia! Who taught you that? That's a bad word.”  

Despite his scandalized tone, Sam was all smiles as Nadia handed him the “bat” back. He loved that Donna was blissfully unaware of what was happening; what a smart idea, having them doted on by those two brats while getting punished. He had to hand it to the princess: she knew how to party.

Smoothing his hand over Donna’s ass, Sam bent down slightly, keeping a firm grip on their hip before he rolled the bat over their ass. Donna almost instantly began to tremble and twitch; they didn’t need to see it to know what it was.

“Wait, no! No, not that!”

“I told you you were going to learn, and I meant that, Mouse.” Sam spat, lightly tapping the bat to their ass. It was not long enough to hit both of their cheeks at once, but that wasn’t the point of it. 

Portia winced as Donna let out a panicked shriek; they dug their nails into the leather of the bench, shrinking down as Sam began striking them over and over on their left cheek. He kept his hits short and quick. Donna felt each weighty thump after thump in their stomach; methodically, Sam struck them up and down their ass, each hit growing harder and harder with every pass he made. Already, they knew there would be bruises, spiderwebs of pain igniting around their cheeks with every smack .

Nadia watched intently, leaning over Sam’s shoulder with a hand to her mouth. Valerius winced with every heavy slap, but still, he couldn’t look away. How Donna was even sitting there and not trying to flee was amazing to him; they handled spankings so much better than himself, he had to admit, but he could tell their resolve was breaking. Even with Asra whispering to them, encouraging them, Donna felt the hot sensation of tears welling behind their eyelids. 

“Pl-Please, I can’t—”

“ Hush .”

Donna let out a shrill scream as Sam struck them harder in the center of their cheek.