Chapter 1

Archmage Teluri sat at her desk, carefully carving runes into a little strip of silver. It was early morning and daylight lit the room through the stained glass skylight. She had been working on this runeplate for two hours already and was starting to tire of the delicate work.

At that moment she felt a little twinge of anxiety in the back of her mind. It was the sign of something trying to pass through her wards and enter the chambers by teleportation. Calmly putting down her work she reached out with her mind, trying to perceive the would be intruder. Sure enough she felt their presence through the link to the wards. It was familiar, so she allowed them to pass through. This visitor would provide a nice distraction anyway. She stood up from her work desk and started to walk to the audience chamber. The wards would guide the visitor there.

The audience chamber, like everything in the Archmage’s quarters, was finely decorated. It was round and the floor and walls were made of a blue tinged marble. In a ring of soil around the edge, a great variety of plants grew, creeping up the marble walls and filling the room with the scent of their flowers. When Teluri arrived, her guest was already there.

She was a wood nymph. She stood at the side of the room, smelling a flower and whispering to it softly. Like most fey-folk she was a beautiful sight. Slender and not much over five feet tall, her hair was pale green and her eyes an amber colour unlike any mortals. Her skin was pale and smooth, shifting to a greenish hue at her delicate hands and feet, giving an impression not unlike socks and gloves, though she wore none. She was dressed in a garment of close fitting leaves, running between her legs and over the tops of her thighs, nicely framing the shape of her hips. Her breasts were scarcely covered by another neatly arranged fan of greenery and the outfit, such as it was, was completed by two deep green leaves on her shoulders fitted by thin vines to a choker around her neck, on which was mounted a small blue gem.

Teluri was well aware that the nymph only dressed in this, frankly rather stereotypical way to entice her. They were old friends. She was called Clarissa, Clari for short, or that was what Teluri called her anyway, her real name was very long and changed with the seasons.

Clarissa turned away from the flower and gave Teluri a beaming smile. When she spoke her voice was musical and lively.

“I’m so glad to see you Teluri. I’ve been very bored these last few weeks but last night I found something very interesting and I thought to myself, Teluri would want to hear about this, and so here I am.”

As she spoke the nymph crossed the room with graceful stride, coming to stand close to Teluri, her smiling eyes fixing her with an affectionate gaze. Teluri returned the look then turned and sat in one of the high backed chairs that were arranged in a semi circle looking into the room. She indicated for Clarissa to sit, but she remained standing. Teluri spoke.

“I’m glad to see you too Clari, it’s been too long, and you’re right, I would like to know what you’ve found, you always have a good eye for these things. Will you tell me?”

With that Clarissa’s expression became mischievous. She tilted her head and put a finger to her lips. Teluri smiled at the exaggerated gesture and the nymph replied.

“I don’t know about that. Maybe I just wanted to taunt you with it. We spirits do love to taunt mortals.”

Teluri assumed a serious expression, though in fact she always enjoyed sparring with Clarissa.

“I’m not really mortal anymore Clari, and it’s not wise to taunt the archmage. It’s my job to keep spirits like you in line after all.”

Clarissa gave a wide grin, leaning forward a little as she spoke.

“That’s why it’s so fun. I think I’ll keep my secret. It seemed very powerful, quite dangerous in fact, just the sort of thing the Archmage is meant to deal with. But now you’ll never know what it was. What will you do about that archmage?”

As she spoke the question a flirtatious look came into her eyes. Teluri knew what Clarissa wanted her to do about it. She kept up her officious act as she rose from the chair and fixed the nymph with a stern expression, speaking in a serious tone.

“I can’t permit you to keep dangerous secrets from me Clarissa. If you don’t want to tell me then I will have to force you.”

Clarissa’s mischievous smile widened at the last comment and she took a step towards Teluri.

“Oooh. I like it when you get all stern. How are you going to force me mighty archmage? Will you use your spells?”

Teluri too took a step forward so that the pair stood very close. Their eyes locked together, the nymph smiling flirtatiously and the archmage glaring with false severity.

“I don’t think any magic will be needed Clarrisa.” she said “I won’t need to waste any power dealing with a rebellious spirit like you.” Then she reached out and took the nymph by the wrist. Clarissa giggled as Teluri turned and led her towards the chair. The archmage sat and, looking up at the smiling Nymph she spoke in a commanding voice.

“Lie over my lap Clarrisa. A spanking will be enough to loosen your tongue.”

The Nymph giggled again as she let Teluri pull her down. The archmage guided her into position, her bare stomach resting against her thighs and her bottom, scarcely covered by the leafy garment, raised up and exposed. For a moment Teluri reached out with her mind, willing the seals on her chambers shut, she didn’t want any visitors disturbing her now.

Clarissa wriggled a little in Teluri’s lap and turned her head to look back at the Archmage. She spoke in a low, flirtatious voice.

“You’ll have to make it a very good spanking. I’m tougher than I look, you know.”

Teluri smiled now, laying a hand against the smooth skin of the nymphs behind, below her leaf panties. She answered in a casual tone.

“My spankings are always good, Clarissa. You’ll be telling me all about your secret soon enough.”

The nymph gave a little huff as she turned her face back, then she flexed a little, raising her behind.

“Well, let’s see what you’ve got then, Archmage” she said in a taunting voice.

Teluri was enjoying the feeling of the nymph against her lap, and the warmth of her smooth skin on her hand. It had been a while since Clarissa’s last visit. Suddenly it seemed like it would be a rather pleasant day.

After a long moment she withdrew her hand and delivered the first slap. She began softly, the sound of her hand against the nymphs skin rang through the room and she felt the spirit girl shift a little with the blow. Clarissa giggled and Teluri slapped her again. She began a rhythm of blows, striking softly for now, one cheek and then the other, slowly working upwards. Clarissa squirmed gently under the slaps, occasionally letting out a little breathy gasp.

After twenty of these gentle blows Clarrisa spoke, her voice wavering a little as Teluri continued the spanking.

“You’ll never get me to talk this way Archmage. I’m not one of your students you know, I could lie here all day.”

Teluri did not break the rhythm of slaps as she replied.

“There’s no need to rush Clarrisa, but if you insist we’ll try a little harder.”

She began to strike with more force now. The sound of the slaps filling the room. The nymph wriggled, her little gasps growing louder and more frequent as the spanking reddened the pale skin of her behind.

Slowly Teluri increased the force of her blows. She struck each cheek in turn, moving up and down, bringing a red glow to all the exposed skin and striking with a little more force where the leafy panties gave protection. After forty slaps she paused. She could feel Clarissa’s chest rise and fall, her breathing rapid. She gently rubbed the nymph’s behind, enjoying the warmth against her hand. Clarissa spoke in a teasing tone.

“Are you tired already Archmage?”

Teluri squeezed the spirit girl’s bottom as she replied.

“I’m just letting you catch your breath.”

As she finished speaking she drew back her hand again and delivered another slap, harder now. Clarissa flexed under the blow and let out a little surprised gasp. Teluri did not relent. She began her rhythm again, and the nymph wriggled against her lap. Each slap brought a gasp now or a soft groan, far more of pleasure than pain. After another ten blows she increased the force once more.

Clarissa let out a little cry as a slap rang against her skin, but then she was silent as Teluri continued her rhythm. The archmage knew she was just being stubborn. The nymph wriggled and flexed against her lap as the sound of the punishment filled the room. Teluri held her firmly against her lap, not breaking the pattern of slaps. Her count had reached seventy by the time Clarissa’s resolve to stay silent broke and she let out another little cry of pain, tinged with an unmistakable edge of pleasure.

Now each blow brought a soft cry and the nymph began to bend her slender legs as she flexed under the strikes. The count reached eighty and Teluri delivered a quick pair of harder slaps. Clarissa gave a yelping cry as each stinging blow rang against her skin and then she sank down against Teluri’s lap, her breathing heavy as the rhythm stopped. Teluri returned her hand to the nymphs behind, gently stroking the reddened skin. The spirit made little moaning sounds of enjoyment as she relaxed in the archmages lap. After a long while Teluri spoke.

“Do you want to give up Clarissa?”

The nymph turned to look back at her, her cheeks flushed and a mischievous expression on her face.

“Oh no. Not at all, you’ll have to do a lot better than that if you want to hear my secret.”

Teluri gave her a look of mock irritation and replied in a stern tone, her hand still caressing the nymphs behind.

“Well then. If you won’t give up your secrets then you shall have to give up your protection instead.”

As she spoke she slid her hand over the leaves that formed Clarissa’s undergarments. She slipped her fingers underneath. Like all nymphs Clarissa conjured such things into existence so Teluri simply dispelled the magic. As she pulled with her fingers the leaves burst apart, fading into green light and then to nothing, leaving the nymph exposed. She could see quite clearly that the spirit girl was enjoying herself. Again she placed her hand on Clarissa’s behind, gently stroking the now exposed skin, already pink from the earlier punishment. She spoke again.

“We’ll see how you do now Clarissa.” She lifted her hand away as the nymph began to reply

“I still won’t tell you...”

Her words became a gasp of surprise as Teluri delivered a hard slap to her bottom, more forceful than before and now striking the fully exposed skin. Clarissa flexed at the pain but gave a little groan of obvious satisfaction as she relaxed once more, only to let out a little yelp as another blow struck her.

Teluri delivered the slaps slowly, working methodically up the nymphs exposed behind from the top of the thighs to the upper part of her buttocks. Clarissa was trying to be stoic again, but every few slaps a little cry escaped her lips and her breathing was growing heavier. She flexed and wriggled, held in place by Teluri’s hand. She began to lift her legs with each slap.

Teluri spoke as she continued the punishing rhythm

“You just have to tell me the secret and I’ll stop. I know you want to tell me anyway.”

Clarrisa let out a little cry as another slap found her bottom and then began to answer, her voice breaking as the slaps continued.

“I won’t be ... telling you ... anything...” She gave another soft yelp “This is ... nothing...”

Teluri let herself smile. She wondered how far Clarissa would take this, certainly they had gone much further than in the past.

The nymphs kicking legs were making it hard to keep her in place as she struggled under the spanking. Teluri stopped her rhythm for a moment and Clarissa flopped against her lap, panting for breath. Her bottom was a deep red now. Feeling the burning in her hand Teluri imagined the fiery heat that Clarissa must be feeling.

The Archmage made a complicated gesture with her fingers and spoke a single word, blue light flared around her hand and she pointed down at the nymphs legs. The light whipped out and became a pair of cords each of which wrapped around one of the girl’s ankles then stretched out to reach into the ground, binding her legs in place. Clarissa tugged fruitlessly at the bonds a for a moment then spoke, her tone flirtatious.

“Oooh, I do like it when you use those ropes.”

Teluri smiled, but did not let her stern tone falter

“That is not all I will be using. Clearly a hand spanking will not be enough. I wonder what I should use to make you talk.” She was considering the various implements she had stored in her chamber, it was quite a selection. While she was thinking Clarissa spoke again, her tone defiant, but with a flirtatious edge.

“Use whatever you like. I won’t be telling you anything.”

It occurred to Teluri that she didn’t really have to choose just one.

“Ok then Clarissa. I suppose I’ll just try a few and see what works. We’ll start with something simple.”

Again she gestured with her hand and spoke a word, thinking of the implement she wanted. There was a little flash of light and a hairbrush materialised. It was large, made of polished wood with a paddle shaped end. She placed the flat side against the nymphs bottom, pushing against the reddened skin. Clarissa adjusted her position a little, readying herself.

Teluri drew back the brush then delivered a firm swat, striking low on the girls bottom with a satisfying slapping sound. Clarissa squirmed under the impact and let out a little yelp. The next blow brought the same reaction and soon the nymph was twisting and squirming as the hair brush slapped against her skin, bringing little yelps from her mouth and making her tug against the bonds that held her legs. Teluri worked her way up and down the girls bottom, delivering firm swats to each cheek in turn, holding the nymph firmly against her lap as she squirmed and cried out.

With the tenth swat she increased the force of the blows, the sound of wood against skin and Clarissa’s cries and moans filled the room. She kept the rhythm steady, letting the painful swats fade into burning heat in the nymphs behind before she delivered the next and brought a further yelp for the struggling spirit.

After twenty swats she paused. Clarissa let out a low moan as the tension left her body and she lay panting across Teluri’s lap. Her arousal was very clear to the mage, who could see her pussy between her slightly spread legs. She could feel her own arousal too.

With a casual gesture she sent the hairbrush back. Then she called a replacement. This time it was a thick belt, quite wide and made of supple dark brown leather. She laid the belt across Clarissa’s back and began to rub the reddened skin of her behind. The nymph let out a soft groan and flexed her body, lifting her bottom up and pressing it against Teluri’s hand.

After she had massaged all across the bare skin the Archmage picked up the belt once more.

“Remember, you can always just tell me the secret.” she said as she gave Clarissa a pair of gentle taps with the belt, getting her aim right.

“I’ll never tell.” Came the reply, and so Teluri delivered the first swat.

The heavy belt made a loud cracking sound as it smacked against the bare skin of the nymphs behind, sending ripples through both cheeks. Clarissa bucked with the blow, letting out a cry of protest that quickly became a wavering sigh as she flopped back against Teluri’s lap. The next swat drew another yelp as the cracking sound echoed across the room. The nymph cried out with every strike of the belt, her protesting voice fading each time into an ecstatic moan. The sounds of her pleasure and pain were stirring Teluri, as was the feel of her struggling in her lap. She could feel the heat between her own legs quite clearly as she delivered the series of hard strikes.