RedTails : The Missing Lynx and The Misbehaving Lynx
This is actually two short stories, that I am posting together as one entry, because they are too short to upload individually. The first one is called The Missing Lynx. It was my entry in last year's Short Story Contest on soc.sexuality.spanking. The second one is the sequel: The Misbehaving Lynx. That was going to be my entry for this year's contest, but I could not trim it down to the 500 word limit.
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RedTails - Reckonings
The Missing Lynx
by
Scarletdown
On the peaceful shores of the lagoon, a lone, small figure stood upon the warm sands. Clad in naught but the light of the perpetual day here in the Beastlands, Frelic awaited the arrival of his otherworldly teacher.
This inner world had remained unchanged since his last visit two years ago, when at the tender age of 11, the young Moors Elf was brought here to bond with and begin his rigorous training under the stern guidance of Lynx. He regretted staying away from the Beastlands for so long, but the past two years had been too hectic for him to get away, what with one adventure after another.
A graceful lynx padded down the beach, then came to a halt and transformed into a humanoid form, still very feline and furry, but now with all the alluring feminine curves which mortals find so attractive. She wrapped her arms around the young Elf, her paws gently kneading his soft smooth bottom and her muzzle pressing hard against his lips. He returned the gesture of course, causing her to purr. "Mistress Lynx, it's so good to be with you again. It has been such a long time..."
"Yes, my pet," Lynx purred, "far too long in fact. I fear you may have forgotten much that I taught you those six decades ago."
Frelic blinked in confusion, "Six decades, m'lady? But, it has only been two years since..."
She shushed him by placing a finger to his lips, "For you, it has been a mere two years, but have you forgotten the time differential between the Mortal and Immortal Realms?"
Frelic nodded as he recalled, "Ah yes, m'lady. 'Tis thirty to one, so that one year on Niath is thirty years here."
"Correct, my pet. Your negligence saddened me, but we will address that soon." Lynx took him by the hand and led him to a large flat rock at the edge of the lagoon.
"What will the first lesson be?" Frelic asked.
Lynx set her furry butt down on the warm ledge, pulled her apprentice over her lap, and conjured a riding paddle. "Your first lesson," she said, giving his bare, upturned bottom a couple taps, "never neglect your training." The paddle struck his behind, causing a loud SMACK and a pained yelp to shatter the silence.
"But, m'lady," Frelic whimpered, "with all that has happened, I could never find the time..."
She silenced his protests with another hard swat, "Time is never a valid excuse. You wish to become a Wild Mage, you will make the time for your training. It was two years by your reckoning, therefore your reckoning will last two minutes..."
Frelic sighed and nodded, "Aye, m'lady."
"By your reckoning," Lynx growled.
"Oh, hell," he moaned, realizing too late what was in store for him. Firmly held down, Frelic could do nothing but close his eyes as the lesson commenced. As the burning pain quickly spread through his bottom, he resolved to never again neglect the Beastlands.
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RedTails - Immortal Glows
The Misbehaving Lynx
by
Scarletdown
Standing upon a narrow ledge, Lynx nervously gazed up at the summit of Spirit Mountain, her soft feminine curves covered by nothing more than her fur. Her voice echoed to the peak above her, "Lord Eagle! I seek your guidance and wisdom!" A majestic eagle peered down from the lofty peak. Mighty wings spread wide, he soared down to the ledge. A bright glow engulfed his body. When it faded, he stood before her in his humanoid form.
She knelt reverently and purred, "My liege."
"Arise, Lynx," Eagle commanded.
She stood to her feet, legs spread and paws clasped behind her back.
Eagle looked her over, taking in her beauty, then crouched so he could look into her eyes, "I sense a mix of confusion and guilt within you, Keeper of Secrets."
"You are correct, my liege," Lynx admitted, "I have engaged in behavior unbecoming of an Immortal."
"Explain. Confession is good for more than just our mortal companions."
"It started a year ago by our reckoning. I used a traditional mortal technique to discipline one of my young bond-mates."
"That was when you paddled that Elf lad for a full hour. Correct?"
"Yes, my liege. I intended for the spanking I gave Frelic to be nothing more than punishment, a reminder to never neglect his training here in the Beastlands."
"And it worked."
"However, I found spanking his bottom to be a pleasurable experience," Lynx averted her eyes, trying to hide her shame.
Eagle nodded his feathery head, "That is no cause for shame. Many people, mortals and Immortals alike find pleasure in administering pain upon the bottoms of those under their control."
"But that is not all," Lynx confessed, "Ever since, I wanted more. To accomplish this, I have purposely guided Frelic into situations where his mortal mistress and her associates have had to spank him. I observe these sessions through my scrying mirror in my den, and pleasure myself to orgasm."
"I see," Eagle replied, "And this is why you feel guilt, as well you should. You have manipulated your young mortal for your own pleasure and lust."
Lynx bowed her head, "Aye. That I did."
"And to absolve yourself of your guilt?"
She sighed, "I wish to be spanked as I spanked my Elf." A wooden paddle, like she used on Frelic, appeared in her paw.
"Then so shall it be," Eagle took the paddle and sat down on the ledge. He pulled Lynx over his lap, rubbing the paddle over her upturned bottom. She trembled at the feel of the hard wood caressing her soft, furry rump.
He lifted the paddle high in the air, "Two minutes by mortal reckoning."
"Aye, my liege."
Without another word, Eagle brought the paddle down on Lynx's lovely butt. The impact echoed throughout the Beastlands below, as did her cry of anguish. The paddle danced all over her bottom with a fast but steady pace. An hour later, her ass felt like it was on fire. Yet her sex was tingling and moist with passion.
"Well well," Eagle chuckled, "I see you found pleasure on the receiving end of the paddle, just as you found pleasure on the giving end." He ran his talons over her sore rump, and down to the dampness between her thighs. "I think we need to do something about this. On your feet."
Lynx arose and smiled as she saw that Eagle was now sporting an impressive hard shaft between his powerful thighs, "Did you find my bottom a pleasure to spank?"
"Indeed I did," Eagle admitted, "I said that this is normal for both mortals and Immortals." He stood and gazed down at Lynx, "I believe you know what to do."
Lynx submissively got down on all fours, her aching ass thrust up in the air, revealing her tight sex, "My tail is for your pleasure," she purred.
"Indeed it is," Eagle agreed, "Indeed it is." He knelt behind Lynx and mounted her.
"Now, we give all of your bonded mortals a special little gift..."