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Shang Qinghua after spending a better part of his morning being a devoted cock-warmer for Mobei-Jun, was finally picking out what they were going to wear today.
Mobei-Jun was leaning against the doorframe after following, observing what Qinghua had in mind. When Shang Qinghua though reached for something a bit casual for Mobei-Jun, he cleared his throat.
Shang Qinghua paused and flipped around to see what possibly was wrong with his choice, only to see Mobei-Jun slowly shake his head "No."
"What's wrong with this? We're going to be lying around today, right?" Shang Qinghua said confidently.
"There has been a change in plans. I have been called to discuss plans on seeking out new territory to divide and divvy up." Mobei-Jun's eyes glanced at his formal robes for Shang Qinghua to retrieve.
Shang Qinghua's face soured instantly. He had his whole lazy day planed already! He wanted to do some light writing, try new delicacies that he was promised, and playfully pester Mobei-Jun for every single whim that popped into his head.
And now he was going to be forced to play a little secretary and put on an act for the other demons. Shang Qinghua stomped his foot in frustration and crossed his arms into his chest.
"I'm not going. You can attend your boring meet-up without this one today." Shang Qinghua huffed.
Before Shang Qinghua was able to give any more sassy remarks, he was spun around and held by the back of his collar. Without having time to process, three heavy smacks had been delivered to his perky ass. He then was lead back to the closet to finish up his task.
Shang Qinghua's hands immediately shot back to try and rub the sting out and he glared angrily at his king. Clearly, the decision was final. He was going whether he liked it or not.
Shang Qinghua yanked down Mobei-Jun robes and stomped over to the demon. He almost threw the clothes at Mobei-Jun as an act disapproval but was grabbed by his waist and pulled close to his demon king.
"Qinghua, you can except our duties today or you get except them after I address this unnecessary attitude." Another firm smack was delivered to his backside as a threat of how things would go if he didn't knock it off.
Shang Qinghua reluctantly toned down his demeanor as he started to dress Mobei-Jun in silence. When he was finished smoothing out his King's perfect chest, he let a sigh out and turned to grab his clothing. Only to have Mobei-Jun snatching up his wrist and leading him into their spare room.
There, laid out, were new robes which were far more elaborate than he was used to wearing. Mobei-Jun tugged him over and started to quickly undress the confusion peak leader. He got him completely bare before one garment was even reached for.
Shang Qinghua blushed as he realized the demon was looking him up and down.
"M-my King..?" Shang Qinghua said hesitantly.
"It's truly a sin to dress you, perhaps you should go just like this?" Mobei-Jun chuckled and reached for some kind of jewelry.
Shang Qinghua's mouth hung agape as his king fixed a black choker around his delicate neck.
"Simply perfect." Mobei-Jun said with satisfaction as he admired the utterly-embarrassed small brunette.
After Mobei-Jun had had his fill of making Shang Qinghua squirm, he finally was able to get his new robes on. He reached for his nangbao bag and a random scroll to tuck into his robe. Mobei-Jun then assisted Shang Qinghua in heading for the door. Only guiding the smaller cultivator by holding both his shoulders and walking briskly towards their exit.
It unfortunately wasn't long before Shang Qinghua was following Mobei-Jun into the great hall. Mobei-Jun didn't waste any time making his way to lavish throne. Shang Qinghua knew the old routine. He would stand to the right of Mobei-Jun's chair and have his scroll out ready for transcribing. He also was expected to retrieve anything his king needed or desired.
But this time, Mobei-Jun scooped Shang Qinghua up and roughly deposited him on to his massive lap. Shang Qinghua took a couple beats to right himself and clear the stunned look off his face.
Seeing that his King was already immersed in debate, he started filling in the scroll.
While trying to be diligent about taking legible notes, he found himself squirming here and there. After a few times of him and crossing and uncrossing his legs, he felt a heavy hand rest on his shoulder. This did in fact stop Shang Qinghua in his tracks but only for a short while.
Shang Qinghua would move his hips around, trying to find a more comfortable angle, and the hand moved down to his shoulder blades. The hand stayed there until Shang Qinghua inevitably fidgetedted again.
Mobei-Jun had made his way all the way down to Shang Qinghua's hip and gave it good squeeze. Shang Qinghua let out a squeak of surprise before he felt the hand moved even lower.
Shang Qinghua gulped before deciding to whisper in the demon's ear. "Pleeeeeease, my King. How do you expect me to be diligent while being used as your personal stress ball?"
Mobei-Jun only smirked as his lips made their way to Shang Qinghua's earlobe. "If you want to keep wriggling about, I can just as easily help you have a reason in doing so..."
A shiver went down the smaller man's back as the sentence was finished with his backside pinched.
Shang Qinghua decided something needed immediately change or they would both succumb to shamefully disrupting this boring meeting.
He then asked to get a quick breather to be able to relax. Mobei-Jun sighed reluctantly but still approved the request.
As soon as Shang Qinghua got outside, he pulled out his pipe and freshly grinded cannabis. He quickly filled his pipe and took in a few deep puffs before finally feeling at ease. This of course didn't last long with the familiar burdensome hand making a comeback to the small of his back while the other yanked out the pipe from his lips.
"I do believe you asked for needed air not to be smoking while on duty."
"I-I, um, you see, the air was far too brisk! I needed to break it up a bit-" With that, Shang Qinghua was tucked under Mobei-Jun's arm and being marched back to the meeting.
Mobei-Jun oddly didn't stop at his throne. He completely swept by it only for Shang Qinghua to realize the final destination. He was brought to Luo Binghe and Mobei-Jun private office with the door being left ajar. Shang Qinghua found himself once again over his King's lap but forced into laying down rather than sitting.
Shang Qinghua kicked his legs frantically and let out a quick half attempt of explaining himself. He was cut off speaking when a frigid hand came crashing down on his upturned bottom. The only thing to come out was a gasp of surprised at the impact. Before Shang Qinghua could even THINK of what to say he was greeted be fury sharp smacks.
A few moments later, his gorgeous new robes were lifted out of the way and his pants tugged down to his knees. The hand rested on the newly exposed fresh.
"Qinghua, you are very much aware of my displeasure for deceit. That, coupled with your morning complaining has landed you in this position. If I were you, I'd take it in a dignified manner.."
"But-but, the door!" His little comment was ignored and his spanking truly started.
This was certainly not the first time Shang Qinghua had been warned about smoking. With his King's keen sense of smell and his lack of tolerance of Shang Qinghua's behavior when he smoked, he fully knew what he was in for.
Still, Shang Qinghua wasn't one to take anything he didn't want with any sort of dignity. He continued to try and wiggle out of his king's grip. He yelped and hissed as his rear was expertly pepper with smack after smack.
With his bottom turning pinker by the moment he let out a last stitch effort. "My kiiiiiiing, this one-OUCH, has been taught not to liiie-AHH or SMOKE-OWWW!" He didn't get to continue.
Mobei-Jun made it crystal clear he wasn't through.
He alternated between striking the same cheek a few times in a row, to smacking up and down both cheeks at the same time.
Before long, a shiny red rear was emerging along with early signs tears. Mobei-Jun knew the time had come. He increased his speed and hit slightly harder. Within minutes he had reached his goal. Shang Qinghua was opening crying and not fighting his punishment anymore.
He ceased spanking and spoke in a stern tone. "You certainly won't be smoking anymore, unless you want a taste of the bamboo ruler. And lying will have you end up back here along with an audience witnessing it firsthand. Do we have an understanding, bao bei?" As one last smack was delivered to the meatiest part of Shang Qinghua's rear.
Shang Qinghual let out one last yelp and a few sniffles before answering. "Yesss! I-MEAN-I won't my King! This one has kicked his nasty habit of smoking and fibbing for sure!"
Mobei-Jun couldn't help caress the brunettes' sore bottom and smirk knowing full well that it was only a matter of time before his adorable wife would be upon his lap making the same promises.
The now embarrassed and puffy eyed cultivator followed his king back to the throne. Before Shang Qinghua could hop up, a small pillow appeared on Mobei-Jun's lap. Shang Qinghua was nicely eased down and heard one last whisper "Behave yourself and you'll find yourself getting to finish what we started this morning.." Mobei-Jun ended it with a soft kiss a long the side of his neck.
Shang Qinghua caught himself before he started to grind instinctively on the pillow. 'I should have written how brief any demons' meeting were...' he thought, while trying to make a new effort to pay attention.