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“Mistress, wake up!” Fern scolded, hitting the pillow grasped in her hands against her mistress’s side. For the fifth day in a row, Fern had gone to wake Frieren only to find her mistress laying in urine. “You wet the bed again!” Fern groaned, continuing her tirade of hits against Frieren’s side, her blows only becoming firmer and firmer.
At first, Frieren’s bedwetting had only been an occasional issue, normally only occurring once or twice a month. But now almost every day for the past week had Fern went to awake her mistress only to find Frieren in wet sheets.
The bedwetting itself annoyed Fern far less and just how little her mistress appeared to care. Fern was left to deal with every part of the aftermath, all while Fireren acted as if nothing was out of the ordinary.
“Fine… fine” Frieren murmured, finding herself unable to fall back asleep with the constant barrage of hits from Fern. “Just stop hitting me” Frieren whined, her voice hoarse as the elf slid her legs to reach the ground before standing.
Fern had a million things she felt like saying to Frieren… but she knew it wouldn’t matter. If Frieren was going to change her behaviour from words alone, Fern wouldn’t have had to deal with as much as she had from Frieren.
“I think you need to learn a lesson” Fern barked, her voice fierce and final. She wasn’t letting Frieren get away without consequence again. Before Frieren had the chance to utter a word, Fern had already sat on the edge of the bed and pulled the elf over her lap, Frieren’s breath hitching. “If you’re going to act like a brat mistress, I’ll treat you like one” Fern declared as her palm raised up before quickly striking Frieren’s behind.
There wasn’t a moment between Fern’s spanks against Frieren’s behind. Nor was Frieren able to escape the punishment. Fern used one arm to deliver the spanks, and another to hold Frieren down. Despite what Frieren assumed, Fern wasn’t doing this as a show of power… the apprentice was going to follow through.
“Please… I’ll be good” Frieren whined, the repeated blows to her behind starting to hurt far more than she’d expected them to. It wasn’t long till the pain became a little too much for her to bear, the whines turning to sobbing. Frieren didn’t dare continue her pleading, since the only outcome seemed to be Fern’s swats coming down harder and harder.
“I don’t want to hear it” Fern spoke, her voice clear and firm. Neither Fern or Frieren knew how many spanks had been given. Frieren felt a sense of relief as Fern’s blows ceased for a moment.
But that feeling of relief was quickly replaced with one of terror as Frieren felt her urine soaked nightgown lifted upwards, the wet panties she was wearing pulled off within an instant.
“Please… I… Fern…” Frieren sobbed, knowing however much the spanking hurt with two layers of clothing already unbearable. Though as Frieren opened her mouth to continue her pleading, the hand Fern had been using to spank her appeared at Frieren’s face. Before the elf could cry out for mercy again, the soaked panties Frieren had been wearing were shoved into her mouth.
The taste of her own urine made Frieren gag as the sour tang of the soaked panties filled her senses. Each time Frieren attempted to move the panties around to sit more comfortably in her mouth, a fresh taste and smell of urine appeared. Of course, she knew she could technically spit them out. But she didn’t want to test how far Fern was willing to go.
“That’s what I have to touch and clean every morning” Fern barked, resuming her spanking against Frieren’s now bare behind. The pain that had already overwhelmed the elf was now even more intense. Her skin felt hot, each spank bringing a sharp pain as the cheek left lone stung from previous blows. “Since you seem to want to act like a baby… I’ll treat you like one for the week” Fern declared, her voice filled with conviction.
Frieren knew she wasn’t getting out of whatever Fern had planned…