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“A- A wager?”
Had she heard her right? No, she had got to be kidding.
None of her previous challengers had suggested such a thing before, not even the idiot from the Fist of Justice, whom she had battled since they were kids (although that may have been that sister of his at work).
Everyone knew how much of a beast Lebanne was; she hadn’t kept her hunt for strong trainers a secret, after all. That is how she ended face-to-face with this woman, Jacinthe. She annoyed Lebanne with her mere presence. Even the way she had suggested this idea was infuriating: “I would like to propose a wager”. Arceus above, her hoity-toity ass pissed her off.
Lebanne almost ignored her and cancelled the battle. She didn’t care that this could “ruin” her image; she was just so disgusted with the person facing her. How could she not? Jacinthe was everything that Lebanne wasn’t: prim, proper, rich. However, a heat began to grow in her stomach, and a terrible idea was brewing.
“Fine, princess,” she responded mockingly, “let’s do it.”
“C’est magnifique!” Jacinthe responded, wrapping her hands together excitedly. Lebanne felt like she could barf.
“If I win, you’ll,” Lebanne exaggeratedly tapped her chin, imitating Jacinthe’s mannerisms, taking as long as she could to answer, “…become my toy. I’ll get to use you however and for wha-te-ver I want,” Lebanne made sure to add poison to that last word. That would be sure to dissuade the rich girl. She wouldn’t ruin herself for the demands of trash like Lebanne.
“Oh my, how… crude,” Jacinthe responded just as expected. That was it.
Lebanne turned around and began to leave with an almost triumphant pep in her step.
“However,” Lebanne stopped, “if that is what you wish for, I will accommodate.”
No fucking way. Lebanne could not believe what she had just heard. Could her vulgar idea to get this annoying woman to go away have backfired in the best way possible?
Oh, this was so delicious. She could imagine the lavender-wearing woman kneeling in front of her, her beautiful dark skin exposed, her pristine and full lips slobbering on her- She had to hold her imagination back before the growing heat in her loins made it uncomfortable to walk. Get your head in the game! Fantasizing like this is a one-way ticket to defeat.
“Huh, and what do you want?”
“Well, that is quite simple! You will come and work for me!”
Lebanne broke out in laughter.
“Really?” she wheezed, “and what will I do, wash your clothes?”
“Amongst other things,” Jacinthe responded dryly, but always with a courteous smile. Although this was the first time she had shown something other than her proper side. “Of course, you will receive a salary. However, you shall be expected to be at my beck and call, as my right-hand woman.”
“Fair enough,” Lebanne responded as she realized Jacinthe’s desire didn’t appear to be that far away from hers.
“Let’s do this, then!!!” the dragon roared.
Dragalgae hit the floor just as Lebanne’s knees did the same.
The winner was decided. It wasn’t her.
A small crowd had formed around her during the battle; now, they were all whispering. How could it be that “The Dragon of Lumiose” had just been defeated, she could almost hear them say.
Jacinthe clapped. Lebanne ignored the obvious call for her attention.
“E-hem,” Jacinthe said calmly.
Lebanne ignored her again. Calculations were running through her head, things she could’ve done differently. Her train of thought was interrupted by the feeling of soft fabric grabbing her chin and pulling her head up.
“When your mistress addresses you, you are to pay attention, my dear Lebanne,” she tried to bite Jacinthe’s hand, but the other woman evaded it gracefully.
“Non non non, this will not do. You cannot behave in such animalistic ways, but do not worry, I will ensure you get the proper training you need.”
Lebanne sneered.
“And where would I get it, princess?”
“Simple, at the Hotel Richissime. It will be your new home, after all!” The excitement behind Jacinthe’s voice made Lebanne sick to her stomach; she felt like rebuking her, but Jacinthe reacted faster.
“Or is the famed Lebanne, the strongest trainer of Lumiose, not a woman of her word? Does she not respect accords?”
Lebanne held her tongue.
“Fine, I’ll go to your stupid hotel tomorrow.”
“Perfect. I shall have a car pick you up.”
Lebanne could not sleep that night. Her anger consumed her. Not only had Jacinthe beaten her, but she had also tempted Lebanne into that weird promise! Yes, it was all her fault; Lebanne’s own lust and desires had not influenced her decisions at all, nope.
At around seven in the morning, there was a knock on her apartment door. Of course, it was Jacinthe’s driver. How had he gotten there without Lebanne telling Jacinthe where she lived? In all honesty, she didn’t even want to think about it. She was nervous, very much so. Her own fantasies were suddenly turning against her. Would it be what she expected? Worse? Rich people were weirdos, after all.
Lebanne ignored the anticipation inside of her. That had to be just nerves. There was no way in hell that even the smallest part of her felt excited about this.
In what was a boring turn of events, Jacinthe was not at the hotel when Lebanne arrived. She was escorted to her room and told to wait for the mistress of the house. The opulent room was pretty, she had to admit. On top of the bed, there was a package. She tried to ignore it, but her curiosity got the better of her.
“You have got to be fucking kidding me…”
She couldn’t believe what she was holding. It was a maid uniform, puffy sleeves, puffy shorts, and even a frilly and puffy bow for her to tie her long, messy hair. There was no way she was expected to wear this, right? Well, the people inside the hotel and even the driver were all in uniform, but this couldn’t apply to her. No way.
Except… The fabric was so soft. And the combination of shorts and tights made it so she’d look proper while also having mobility. She could easily see herself battling in the outfit.
Lebanne moved to the mirror in her room. She put the outfit on top of her chest. God damn it, she looked-
“Merveilleuse!” Jacinthe exclaimed from behind her, “I knew you would look incredible in that uniform!”
“How- How long have you been here!?” Lebanne screamed at her, trying to hide her reddening cheeks.
“That is a secret,” she responded with a wink, “please, accompany me, we have to begin your training. And do not forget your uniform!”
“Yeah, sure,” Lebanne responded absentmindedly.
“I shall be forgiving since this is your first day, but you are to address me properly, dear Lebanne. Either ‘my lady’ or ‘mistress’ will do.”
“Ugh, as you wish, mee leedee,” Lebanne responded mockingly.
The rest of the day was incredibly boring. Jacinthe took her on a tour of the section of the hotel which she owned and used as her home. She had Lebanne try on her new uniform to ensure it fit correctly. Once again, Lebanne would not ask how she knew her measurements so perfectly. The only thing that angered her was that, as Jacinthe bid her good night, she extended her hand expectantly.
“What, you want a tip?”
Jacinthe cleared her throat.
“My lady?” Lebanne added.
“No, of course not. But I cannot have my newest maid look improper. So, please give me your piercings. Do not worry, I shall ensure they are safely kept.”
Lebanne felt more exhausted than she did rebellious, so she complied.
There were no weird feelings inside of her when she was forced to obey the woman in front of her. No, not at all. She did not blush when Jacinthe closed her hand into a fist, so delicately ensuring that none of Lebanne’s possessions would fall.
Training had not been progressing well, which was something Lebanne was proud of. She still had some fight in her, after all. Jacinthe had even been forced to come to the lessons with Lebanne to try and ensure she “would behave herself”, as if. Today, they were focusing on the proper ways to walk and stand as she served her mistress her evening coffee or tea. Ridiculous.
After “accidentally” pouring some of the tea on Jacinthe’s expensive clothes, again, the lavender-wearing woman finally decided that a punishment was in order. She brought out a thin crop with a leather handle.
“I apologize for this, dearest Lebanne, but it appears you need to be motivated to behave properly.”
“Oh, and what is that for, my lady?”
“To keep idle hands from misbehaving,” in one swift motion, Jacinthe smacked the back of Lebanne’s hand.
“What the-?!,” she held back the expletive but not her rage.
“Let us try again.”
As much as she tried to make the rest of the day difficult for Jacinthe, the pain was starting to become annoying. So, she slightly caved in. She poured the tea and turned to bring the tray with cakes and biscuits.
“I have told you before, Lebanne. You must not slouch; it is improper. So, straighten your back and push your buttocks forward, please,” as Jacinthe gave her instructions, she smacked Lebanne’s butt with it.
“Nnngh!” Lebanne bit her lip and covered her mouth as she realized what horrid sound had just escaped her mouth.
She had not just moaned at that. It had to be the- the tension! Or the fact that she was pent up from not battling as much! Hell, she hadn’t had a lot of time to herself. Yeah, she just needed some release; she could just jack off tonight, and this would be a distant memory! In fact, she was sure that no one had even noticed what had happened.
She desperately turned to look at Jacinthe. The woman had a surprised look on her face. She had absolutely noticed. However, that wasn’t all. There was a glint in her eyes, something almost predatory. A new fire had just lit up inside her. And, although she would never admit it, a similar one (although it went in the opposite direction) had begun to burn within Lebanne.
“Very well,” Jacinthe stood up, “it appears we will not be able to progress much further today. Please, return to your room, Lebanne. I have to… evaluate some new strategies,” the mischievous grin was horrifying.
Lebanne bowed, partly to show her agreement and partly to hide her blushing face.
Oh, she was so fucked.
Jacinthe flowed into Lebanne’s room the next day. She radiated an aura of happiness and excitement. On the other hand, Lebanne must’ve looked terrible. She had barely slept (yet another night in the lap of luxury, and her thoughts wouldn’t let her take advantage of it), her brain working against her from sundown until sunrise. She was thankful that she knew where to find clean sheets in this maze of a home since there had been some… accidents and spillage as she battled with insomnia. But she had endured! Again, the moan must’ve been a coincidence, nothing more. There was no way such an experience would have had that much of an impact on her.
“Hello, Lebanne,” Jacinthe said softly. Lebanne’s heart jumped as she heard the door of her room lock.
“He- Hello, my lady,” she managed to blurt out, “what’s up?”
Smooth.
Jacinthe sighed but acted like she had ignored the question.
“As I explained to you yesterday, we are going to try some new techniques to try and help with your education,” Jacinthe sat on Lebanne’s bed and produced a series of three wooden paddles, all varied in length and thickness. Of course, they were all lavender and decorated with butterflies. Jacinthe appeared to be about to say something, but she stopped and smelled the air. Then, she shook her head. Safe… Lebanne thought.
“For these tools to have their most desired effect,” Jacinthe slowly slid her finger on the back of the paddle, accentuating her words, “it is recommended that the receiver feels the impact on their naked skin. So, I must ask you to strip down to your underwear before the lesson can begin.”
FuckFuckFuck, was this actually happening?!
“Is- Is it really necessary, Jacinthe? I- I’ll try more, I promise! I won’t be such a brat about it anymore!” Lebanne’s desperation made it difficult to talk.
“But Lebanne, my intent is not to humiliate you! I only wish to motivate you. And I am now painfully aware that I may have been using the wrong tactics with you, for that I must apologize. We have made no progress in days, after all.”
“You don’t need to!!!” Lebanne wasn’t sure if she had shouted or wailed, “In fact, I’m pretty- kinda- sure that the issues were all just me. I’ll change my ways immediately, I swear!”
“Oh, darling Lebanne… The way you have talked now, so filled with contractions and improprieties, has fully convinced me that this is the new route we must take, but worry not! We shall adventure through it together.”
Lebanne had never felt such a shiver go down her spine in her life. And Jacinthe was right, in her panic, Lebanne had completely forgotten those stupid manners that had landed her in this mess in the first place. She tried to come up with anything to dissuade her mistress, but as she observed how those violet eyes fixated on her, she realized there was no escape. So, she tied her hair as Jacinthe liked her to and began to undress.
Lebanne’s was very pale; she had never managed to tan much, which was even clearer when compared with Jacinthe’s beautiful dark skin. Despite what people might’ve thought, Lebanne did like to take care of her skin and her body. That was the only pillar holding her up as she exposed herself to her lady. Of course, she wasn’t as pristine as Jacinthe, but she was soft and toned in the places she had molded herself to be. Jacinthe seemed to agree with Lebanne’s own assessments. She had an expression of fascination, like someone lost as they observe a painting or statue. The sincerity in her stare only made Lebanne’s legs feel weaker.
The lady in lavender was the one who broke the silence.
“You have already committed several transgressions, Lebanne, so we will begin with a simple punishment, for now,” the barely dressed woman was not excited for what those last two words implied.
“Please, on your hands and knees, and raise your posterior.”
Lebanne had no choice but to obey.
“Jacinthe… Please…” Lebanne barely managed to get the words out.
“When we are together like this, I am ‘Madame’.”
With that, Jacinthe grabbed the thinnest paddle, reeled back, and smacked Lebanne’s ass.
“Mmgh!” Lebanne bit her lip to avoid embarrassing noises coming out of her lips again.
“If I were to smack you once for every time you have misbehaved today, Lebanne, we would be at this for far too long. So, for now, I shall only do five more. Please, help me count.”
“Wha-?” Lebanne barely registered what was being asked of her. However, Jacinthe quickly added something else that brought some of the dragon’s messed-up senses back.
“And remember, I shall add one more for every time you do not refer to me as instructed,” this was the last time she was having mercy on Lebanne.
“Yes, yes, of course, Madame.”
“Magnifique! Then, let us begin.”
“One!” Smack. “T-Two!” Smack. “Three!” Smack. “Four!” Smack.
She was almost there, only one more. She could barely muster the energy to say the last number.
“Fffff- Five, Madame.”
SMACK.
That last hit had been stronger than the last, a clear way to indicate the ordeal was over.
“Stand,” Jacinthe ordered.
Lebanne nodded, trying to force her shaking legs to obey.
“Now, your lesson can truly begin.”
She isn’t serious, right? They were going back to the stupid tea ceremony bullshit right now?!
“…No,” Lebanne responded.
“Oh?”
“You cannot actually believe this is going to work, right? It was either a prank or a joke; you got your laughs. Now, leave me be. I’ll go back to your stupid training tomorrow.”
“Lebanne, dear, temporarily ignoring your present discourtesy, I ask you that you do not lie so boldly to my face. I can tell you are being properly stimulated by the new methods.”
“Huh…?” How could Jacinthe even say something like that?!
“Have you not noticed? I believe a certain friend of yours is having a marvellous time,” Jacinthe covered her mouth as she giggled. Then, with her free hand, she pointed at Lebanne’s groin.
Lebanne looked down and immediately rushed to cover the clear bulge that risked escaping from her panties.
No. No way! Et tu, Brutus?!
Nothing she could do would hide the fact that she had a boner. Hell, a raging one at that. As Lebanne was coming down from the adrenaline rush from the spanks, she began to notice just how uncomfortably it rubbed against the fabric of her underwear. She was extremely sensitive. It was too close for comfort.
Jacinthe used the paddle to swiftly remove Lebanne’s hands. Then, she pushed Lebanne’s cock up with the flat wooden surface. Lebanne felt some precum escape, but she managed to hold back another moan. She was not giving Jacinthe whatever sick satisfaction she expected to get from this.
“At least a part of you is being honest. Since we have seen such immediate results, let us continue.”
The rest of the afternoon was complete and utter torture.
Not only did Lebanne have to fight the frustrating sexual responses of her body (yes, the erection would not go down no matter what she thought about), but she also had to do all the things that Jacinthe asked her to. Her lady decided they would practice the proper ways to greet, talk and attend to her guests. Every time that Lebanne slouched slightly or did not bow as deeply as was expected, she would be spanked. Any slight slip of the tongue resulted in the same. Her butt, her inner thighs, even behind her knees, those areas would be assaulted by Jacinthe. Frustratingly, she never only felt pain. No, there was always some sweet, twisted pleasure that would cause her to heat up. This did not escape Jacinthe, who kept a clear eye on Lebanne’s arousal. She would switch between the thin and medium thickness paddles, keeping the poor woman on edge. Lebanne could feel herself so delightfully close a few times; Jacinthe would let her “rest” then. Obviously, it was a ploy to edge her and keep her frustrated. Lebanne couldn’t do a thing, except stain her panties with pre. Her mistress had, at some point, also produced a pair of fluffy lavender handcuffs (of course), warning the maid that she would have them wrapped around her wrists if she dared to touch herself. After what Lebanne had just been through, she was not risking it.
“It appears we are done for today,” Jacinthe remarked after giving Lebanne her final punishment for her previous outburst; this time, it had been seven smacks. Thankfully, Jacinthe never used the thickest paddle. Although what would it feel like…? No. No. No. No! Out, evil thoughts! She had to focus on how much her ass stung right now.
“Lay on your bed,” Lebanne had no energy to rebuke Jacinthe.
“You did so well, my beautiful Lebanne,” Jacinthe was suddenly behind her, whispering in her ear, “I believe you have earned a little prix, do you not?”
Her voice was so delightfully sweet. Nothing compared to the proper, delicate socialite she was in public. Or the harsh “Madame” she had been a few minutes ago. Lebanne felt like she could melt.
Lebanne managed to nod.
It was so cold! She had fallen for another of Jacinthe’s traps! How stupid was she? The woman who had just been smacking her for a full afternoon was suddenly going to be all sweetness and honey? Please. As she felt ready to curse out Jacinthe, no matter the consequences, until she began to feel warmth. And softness? Such deeelicate softness…
Despite her position, Lebanne managed to twist her head back toward Jacinthe. The most incredible sight welcomed her. The lady of the house had taken off her rings and the beautiful satin gloves she wore everywhere. Not only that, but she was also using those beautiful hands to rub oil all over the areas she had hit. She massaged her thighs with such care; she moved deftly around the toned muscles of Lebanne’s lower back and ass. Her actions were so meticulous, as if she were handling something precious. Lebanne was completely at a loss.
Then, Jacinthe cleaned her hands and stood up.
“I shall let you rest. Tomorrow, we will be moving to the dining room. Do not worry, I will ensure it is only you and I. Rest well, ma précieux Lebanne.”
With that, she was gone.
Lebanne was sure she would sleep like a log. However, after managing to endure all day, the massage had added an extra challenge she hadn’t anticipated; she had some frustrations to take out. She was also fixated on ignoring all about how today had made her feel and how it affected her as a person. Yep, nothing to think about.
“Stupid Jacinthe and her stupid, beautiful hands…” she spent a decent amount of the night releasing all of her pent-up urges while not being able to get her mistress out of her head.