Chapter 33: Spanking
Ji Ma flew through the air like a leaf, and with a gentle push from George, she landed face-first on the feather bed.
At this point, Ji Ma gave up her futile struggles. She rested her elbows on the bed, held her head high, and stared forward, facing the spanking as if she were a true demon lord, calmly accepting her fate. This was the best form of retaliation, and it preserved her dignity as a demon lord.
“Go ahead,” she said lightly, “I accept my defeat.”
“A good child knows how to correct their mistakes.”
“As long as you’re happy.”
A series of sounds that made Ji Ma uneasy came from behind her. First was the sound of iron bracers being placed on the table, followed by her skirt being lifted, the hem falling beside Ji Ma’s face. In the next moment, she felt her bottom go cold and heard the sound of stockings rubbing against fabric.
Ji Ma even felt George’s intense, overwhelming gaze fixed on her, sending shivers down her spine.
Though she had mentally prepared herself, waves of humiliation continued to assault her defenses. Ji Ma couldn’t help but grip the fiery red bedsheet tightly, leaving creases on it.
“It’s about to begin; get ready, I’ll count to three,” George said.
Bring it on! I am a demon lord, having slaughtered in the demon realm for fifty years; what’s a spanking to me? No matter how painful, can it compare to the pain of being cut by a knife, pierced by a spear, or burned by fire?
Ji Ma kept her head held high, ready to look down upon the impending punishment.
“3!”
Her tail was pinched and moved aside by two fingers.
“2!”
Ji Ma prepared to grunt, showing her disdain.
“1!”
“Smack!”
The moment the word was spoken, a crisp sound echoed through the room. Her little bottom first felt cold, then a fiery pain struck her.
Still… not too bad.
Before Ji Ma could think more on it, the second, third, and fourth smacks followed in quick succession.
It hurt even more than she had imagined!
She wanted to escape.
No! I am a demon lord.
Ji Ma suppressed the shameful thought of running away. But as her head lowered, teeth clenched, she nearly ripped the bedsheet apart with her hands, tears welling up in her eyes, blurring her vision.
“Smack!”
George’s palm was large and rough, and with every smack, Ji Ma felt as though her bottom was being ripped apart.
At first, she tried to count how many smacks she received, but soon the sharp pain filled her mind, overshadowing everything else, leaving only the humiliation of being punished. She lost track of how many smacks were left, feeling as though they were infinite and unbearable.
“It hurts!”
She pushed herself up and rolled away, trying to escape. In the next moment, she was pinned down on the bed, her back pressed to it. Ji Ma kicked her legs helplessly, but George’s leg caught hers. She felt like she was tied down with iron bars, unable to move, forced to endure the punishment.
In a moment of despair, tears threatened to fall.
I am a demon lord; I cannot be humiliated!
She fought to hold back her tears.
“Smack!”
Another long-awaited spank echoed, and this one seemed to hurt even more than the last.
Finally, Ji Ma could no longer hold it in, tears streaming down her cheeks, her mouth slightly open as she began to cry.
“Smack!”
“Woo woo woo.”
The sounds of slapping hands mixed with her quiet sobs.
Finally, the smacking ceased, and the weight on her body released.
Ji Ma’s eyes were red, and she felt as if a millennium had passed, her bottom still burning with pain. She wiped her face, discovering it was covered in tears, her cheeks flushed warm to the touch, and the bedsheet damp beneath her. Ji Ma felt her dignity as a demon lord shattered to grains of sand.
If there was still any dignity left for a demon lord.
Ji Ma gritted her teeth; in her anger, she pushed herself up from the bed and glared at her biggest enemy fiercely. Unfortunately, just as she steadied herself, the movement aggravated her spanked bottom, sending a stronger wave of pain to her mind.
The pain caused Ji Ma’s tear ducts to activate once more, spilling forth, choking her further without a hint of ferocity.
George patted her head and gently said, “This is for your own good, to keep you from straying from the path of redemption. Don’t make the same mistakes next time; let me help you.”
No next time! Next time, I will definitely twist your head off! You’ll regret treating me like a little brat.
Ji Ma wiped a tear from the corner of her eye and, with a fierce glare, was about to give George a warning look when—
Her bottom felt a warmth, a gentle heat flowing from George’s hand into her painfully stinging bottom. The warmth chased away all the painful sensations, revealing a wave of pleasure that had been hidden beneath the pain. Ji Ma felt a rush of comfort wash over her.
A wave of soothing energy surged within her, softening Ji Ma’s fierce gaze. She felt an impulse burning in her chest, and her entire body warmed with it.
So good, so comfortable—what is this impulse?
In that instant, Ji Ma wanted to crawl into a hole.
She forgot that pain can produce endorphins, which lead to pleasure, and succubi are especially susceptible to this.
George withdrew his hand and said, “All done.”
Ji Ma bit her lip, pulled up her triangular panties, and got properly dressed.
“I won’t make the same mistake again.”
She tried to speak in a neutral tone but couldn’t help choking up.
“I hope I won’t have to spank you again either.”
No next time!
Ji Ma was seething. She was determined to become stronger in the future and to spank George once, to reclaim the dignity of a demon lord that was shattered today.
“What difficulties did you encounter when you went to the Fren Brothers Bank this morning?” George cut to the point.
Ji Ma sat on the soft bed, the warm feeling in her bottom still lingering.
It really feels nice. She desperately suppressed this terrible thought, reminding herself that she had to dismember the virgin male and savor every piece of flesh.
After mentally repeating this ten times, she managed to suppress the terrible thought and took the towel George offered her, drying her tears and speaking truthfully:
“I suspect the Good Master has long colluded with the Fren Brothers Bank. He must be envious of the demon lord’s treasury and won’t let go of his account. He’s just waiting for someone to come in and open the treasury.”
Even though Ji Ma wished for George to step on a landmine and be blown to bits, since he noticed she went to the bank first, it was better to remind him, to prevent him from discovering her ulterior motives.
“Did you get caught?”
“Almost! I sensed danger and escaped.”
George then asked Ji Ma how she managed to escape. Ji Ma told him everything, just omitting the part about using her extraordinary abilities.
“You were lucky this time. Don’t do anything dangerous like that again; Sharin City is very perilous for you.”
“Uh-huh.” Next time, I’ll definitely trick you into stepping on a landmine first.
After George asked a few more questions, he said, “You probably guessed correctly; the Good Master is inherently greedy and will surely keep his eyes on the demon lord Ji Ma’s treasury.”
Ji Ma, fearing George would give up, voiced her plan:
“Here’s what we do: let’s hire a boat at the docks and gather a group of people to help us get the money from the bank. Once we get the money, we’ll take it to the docks, but switch it out midway to mislead the Good Master. You’ll be there to protect us in secret and stay out of sight, so our identities won’t be exposed.”
“Sounds complicated; it’ll take a long time to prepare.”
“But we can persuade others.”
Ji Ma hurriedly argued. She intended to use her extraordinary abilities in conjunction with George’s plans. Sharin City had no shortage of greed.
“I don’t want others to be my scapegoats.”
So dumb!
Ji Ma angrily replied, “So I should just die then?”
As soon as the words left her mouth, George tapped her forehead and said, “Please be good. There’s actually a simpler and kinder way.”
“What method?”
“I’ll go directly to get the money now.”
“Ah?” Ji Ma looked at George in confusion. “Just now, I’ve already stirred the hornet’s nest. If you go now, the Good Master might have prepared thousands of troops, filling the river, just waiting for you to walk into a trap. Even if you fight your way out, you’ll be discovered.”
“Fool.” George said, “How long has it been since you went to get the money?”
“About two hours.”
“That’s enough. He hasn’t had time to react, let alone set any traps.” George continued, “It’s possible he only found out someone went to the Fren Brothers Bank to get money now and is still guessing which of his old friends is revived and who’s backing the person getting the money.”
“Since the demon lord’s death until now, such a long time has passed. He couldn’t possibly keep an eye on the Fren Brothers Bank all the time.”
Ji Ma suddenly understood George’s point.
She had been too suspicious, thinking of the Good Master’s reaction time as too quick. This isn’t the 21st century with advanced governance, high efficiency, and swift departmental reactions.
“But you will expose yourself.” Ji Ma pointed out a problem. “You still have to attend the banquet. Aren’t you afraid of being recognized?”
“Just wear makeup.”
George pulled a brown bulging bag from his backpack. This seemingly ordinary bag was actually a dimensional pouch crafted by the Arcane Order. He walked to the table, untied the drawstring, and began taking out various items, laying them on the table.
Ji Ma curiously approached to see lots of bottles and jars filled with different types of facial hair neatly arranged in a wooden box.
Ji Ma was shocked, “You know how to put on makeup?”
“Is that so surprising?”
“Aren’t you a paladin?” Shouldn’t you be straightforward when going to get money?
“Who says paladins can’t wear makeup?” As George spoke, he took a bottle and poured out a sticky liquid, mixing it to create a black shade, applying it to the back of his hand, imbuing it with a natural dark tone.
So professional, Ji Ma thought, secretly amazed.
“Take some money and hire a cart.” George took out two gold coins. “Just hire any old cart; we don’t need a driver.”
“Oh.”
Ji Ma nodded, taking the coins.
Thirty minutes later, in a remote alley in the White Sand District.
Ji Ma sat in the driver’s seat of the cart. She didn’t know how to drive, and the cart was pulled by George’s mount. The cart stopped in a relatively secluded alley.
“All done.” George’s voice came from inside the cart.
Ji Ma looked back and saw a dark-skinned man with thick eyebrows and large eyes jumping down from the cart. He wore casual clothes, had a long sword slung at his waist, and sported a noticeable beer belly. After staring for a few seconds, Ji Ma found the similarities to George in his facial contours.
“George?”
“Yeah.” George replied, “Wait for me here; I’ll be right back.”
Watching George’s back, Ji Ma suddenly felt that she, who was not good at makeup, should have handed the position of demon lord to George long ago.
After George disappeared around the corner, time passed exceptionally slowly and boringly.
Ji Ma and the war horse stared at each other. She looked at the strong legs of this intelligent war horse, resisting the urge for revenge by pulling its hair. After a long standoff between the demon and the horse, Ji Ma finally spoke.
“You little snitch.”
“Neigh.”
The war horse let out a sound like an old bull.
As soon as she finished speaking, a rough male voice came from around the corner:
“Are you following us?”
“I’m not.”
“You’re lying.”
“Hey, stop hitting—”
The sound of a body hitting the ground was followed by a terrified bray from a donkey.
George?
“Miss Donkey, can you help me carry something?”
Ji Ma quickly jumped down from the cart, suddenly recalling that she had forgotten to tell him a donkey with long ears was following her.
