Chapter 348: My Butt Is On Fire!

Cassius’s palm settled across the curve of her bare butt, warm, broad, and steady. He let it rest there a moment before beginning to rub in slow strokes, his hand gliding across the firm swell of her flesh.

Julie shivered, every nerve in her body igniting as his touch lingered, almost tender, like he was caressing something precious, something he valued. Her ears burned, her face buried against her arm to hide her expression.

Cassius smirked faintly. "If it makes you feel any better." He murmured, his thumb brushing the line of her hip. "I’ll just say you’ve got one hell of a butt, Julie."

"W-What?!" Julie stiffened, her heart skipping a beat. "Cassius, d-don’t say things like that!"

But he continued calmly, his voice low and thoughtful.

"I’ve seen plenty, you know. Fat ones, jiggly ones, soft and full of nothing but fat. But yours..." He pressed his palm into her cheek, feeling the resistance of muscle push back against his hand. "...yours is different. Well-toned. Solid muscle under the skin."

"So firm that even if I push, it pushes right back. A perfect shape, carved from years of training. Full of vitality, like a spring under my hand."

Julie squeaked, her shoulders shaking as he gently pressed and released, testing the bounce.

"Hah. I could probably use this as a trampoline if I were a fairy. Bounce right up and down."

"I-I don’t care about that and that doesn’t make me feel better at all!" Her eyes went wide and wet, tears threatening as she peeked back at him. "It...It just means you’re going to hit me harder, isn’t it?!"

Cassius didn’t deny it. His smirk deepened, his fingers brushing over her skin again.

"You’re right. A softer ass bruises easily. Hurts more with less effort. But a well-toned one like this? It can take it. Which means I won’t have to hold back."

Julie’s face crumpled, and she gave a pitiful whine.

"N-Nooo...I don’t want that...I don’t want to have such a well-toned ass!" Her words tumbled out in a broken rush, muffled by her arms. "I’d rather it be soft if it meant less spanking! This is so unfair!"

"Calm down, Julie. Calm down. It’s going to be alright." Cassius chuckled, his hand stroking over her ass in slow, calming motions, like soothing a frightened animal. "It’ll be over quickly, if you comply with everything."

Julie sniffled, her head rising slightly, listening in silence, caught between dread and desperate curiosity.

Cassius went on, his gaze heavy on her flushed face. "I know this isn’t usual for you. You’ve never been spanked in your life, have you?"

Her brow furrowed, lips trembling. "N-No...never..."

He nodded. "But I have experience. I’ve indulged in this sort of play before. So I know how it works."

Julie blinked, startled. Her head jerked back to look at him. "W-Wait...y-you’ve been spanked before?!"

Cassius’s face went blank for half a second before twisting incredulously. "...No. Of course not."

Julie tilted her head in confusion. "Then...who? Who gets spanked?!"

He smirked faintly, his eyes glinting. "My wives."

Julie’s eyes flew open wider. "W-What? Your wives? But why, what did they do wrong?"

Cassius’s lips curled into a dark, knowing smile.

"Nothing. They did nothing wrong at all. It was play. Something we enjoyed together in bed."

He let his palm drag lightly across both cheeks as he spoke, savoring how she trembled.

"Especially Diana. She loved being spanked. Always wore the most unwilling look on her face, glaring at me like she hated it, but she was always the first to bend over and stick her ass out."

Julie’s heart skipped, then pounded wildly. The thought of Diana, the renowned doctor she admired, willingly submitting to something like this? Her head spun.

’If even Lady Diana loved it, did that mean...?’ Her body flushed hotter, her mind racing with questions she was too mortified to ask. ’Maybe spanking wasn’t pure punishment. Maybe there was something else in it.’

Cassius continued smoothly, watching her shudder under him.

"That’s why we’ll follow the same principle here. I’ll spank you, Julie, and while I do, you’ll speak. Admit what you did. Apologize. Every strike matched with your words. That’s how punishment works best. One giving it...and the other accepting it."

Julie panicked, lifting her head suddenly, her hair sticking to her damp cheeks.

"W-Wait! What do you mean I have to say something? What exactly do I say? Is there...is there a format? A proper apology? Do I need to...to make a speech?!"

Cassius chuckled darkly, his hand lifting. "There’s no format, Julie. Just say what’s on your mind." His palm hovered above her bare flesh, broad and unyielding. "Like this."

Before she could breathe another protest—

SMACK!

The sharp crack of flesh on flesh echoed through the clearing.

"Kyaaa!♡~" Julie yelped, a raw shout ripping from her throat as her body jolted violently, her ass cheeks rippling from the force.

"Ahhh! Ahhh!" Her voice then broke into whimpers, her whole body trembling as the sting spread like fire across her butt.

Cassius’s fingers pressed firmly into the hot, reddening flesh, admiring the way it gave under his touch. His eyes glinted as he asked, "Well? How do you feel right now, Julie?"

Julie’s head snapped back, her tear-filled eyes shimmering in the firelight.

"I-It hurts, Cassius! It hurts!" She sobbed, her voice breaking as she tried to wriggle. "W-When you said your wives liked this, I-I thought for a second maybe it would feel good, b-but no! It doesn’t! It hurts so much, it feels like my butt’s on fire!"

She twisted her head, catching sight of her own butt flushed with angry red from just one slap, and her heart dropped. "I-It’s already red! Just from one! Oh gods, how am I supposed to survive more?!"

Cassius’s smirk deepened, his hand resting against her burning cheek, as if savoring the heat in his palm. "That, Julie...is only the beginning."

Cassius’s hand also never lingered long, already it rose again, his voice deep, merciless.

"Now...moving on to the next one."

Julie’s eyes went wide, her breath hitching. "W-Wait, ahh!"

SMACK!

The second strike landed hard across the same cheek, the sting doubling instantly. Julie let out a broken cry, her body jerking.

"Ahnn, ahhh! N-No, not again, Cassius! At least...at least let me breathe for a second!" She kicked her legs weakly, toes curling into the dirt, tears threatening to spill. "It hurts! P-Please—!"

But Cassius didn’t yield. His hand rose once more, his voice sharp with authority.

"Here. Have another one."

SMACK!

"Ahhhh! Nooo!"

This time his palm came down on her opposite cheek, the sound sharp and cruel in the night air. He watched the pale flesh bloom red under his hand and let out a low hum.

"One cheek flushed, the other pale, it was uneven before, but it seems like I’ve fixed that problem now."

Julie squealed, her voice cracking into a high whimper. "Ahhh! N-No, not the other one too! Now both of them...both of them hurt!" She twisted her face back to him, eyes glassy with tears. "Please, stop, it feels like my butt’s being pelted with rocks!"

Cassius leaned down, his gaze heavy with dark amusement. "No, Julie. A bad girl like you, who can’t even follow one simple order, when she’s a knight born to follow orders, needs to be punished."

His palm cracked down again, loud and merciless.

SLAP!

"AHhhhnn! N-Nooo!" Julie wailed, her body trembling. Her words tumbled out in frantic protests. "I-I’m not a bad girl! I’m a knight, a proud, righteous knight! Y-You can’t call me that!" She turned her head back with desperate tears spilling down her cheeks. "Even my father never called me a bad girl before!"

Cassius smirked, his hand tracing the burning swell of her reddened cheeks. "And yet here you are...whimpering over my lap like one. A knight who can’t follow her commander’s orders."

SMACK!

Julie cried out again, her voice breaking into a pitiful moan. "Ahhhnn! P-Please, Cassius! Please have mercy!"

He leaned close, his words dripping with taunt.

"There’s no mercy for such a big ass, Julie, as all it’s good for is being slapped around until it glows."

"And you talk about being a commander, an idol, a leader of knights...but here, in my hands, you’re just a bad student with a fat ass begging for discipline."

Her blush deepened, humiliation burning in her chest as she whimpered.

"N-Nooo...d-don’t say that! I-I can explain, I was just trying to...to prove I wasn’t scared of you!"

But his palm only landed again, hard, her flesh bouncing under his strike.

SMACK!

"Ahhh! No!!! Not between my butt!"

"You were reckless." He growled, his voice deep and cruel. "Reckless and disobedient. And now your big, toned ass is paying the price."

Julie sobbed, half apology, half excuse. "I-I’m sorry! I’m sorry! P-please, Cassius, I didn’t mean to ruin everything! I’ll listen, I’ll listen to you from now on!"

Cassius’s chuckle rumbled low in his chest, his hand sliding over the heated, reddened curves of her ass, groping the firmness with possessive ease.

"Mmm, I wonder. Can a knight who can’t even obey her superior’s words really learn? Or is this fat ass of yours destined to be slapped again and again until it learns its place?"

Julie moaned through her tears, shaking her head weakly. "Ahhh, nooo...I-I’ll learn, I swear I’ll learn! J-Just stop spanking me so hard, it burns, it burns!"

Cassius’s hand tightened on her cheek, squeezing the hot flesh before pulling away again, ready for the next strike.

"Then prove it to me, bad girl. Prove you can take your punishment."

And his palm crashed down again.

SMACK!

"Haughhh! Anngggg! "

Julie’s wail cut the night like a desperate song.