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Martice has returned but he isn't just the new guy any more.

I didn't realise it was your bench...I've cleaned it up as requested. It's a very nice bench..."

Nadine quietly cursed herself inwardly for her somewhat awkward word choice, realising that now that she had said it out loud, "it's a very nice bench" was not quite the smooth compliment she had hoped it would be. Ulfberth let out another rumbling laugh.

"Flattery will get you nowhere, girl. I know my bench is nice - my wife isn't the only one with talent in Warmaiden's, you know. I also made the paddle that I'm about to punish you with - you can tell me how good the craftsmanship is on that once I'm finished."

Nadine shivered.

"Now, about the matter of your punishment."

Nadine cleared her throat, trying to remember how she had started this earlier.

"I'm sorry for breaking into yours and Adrianne's property, and stealing something which wasn't mine."

"I'm sorry for sneaking in further, and for spying on you, Adrianne and the Redguard male, and for staying and watching for so long. I'm also sorry for being the kind of naughty wench who would enjoy such an inappropriate show, would wish to be part of that show herself, and would involve herself in acts of lust and debauchery with a member of the Thieves Guild."

"I'm sorry for plunging my finger deep into the most intimate part of your wife and being so overcome with my own need and lust that I licked my finger clean of all her juices," Nadine continued, her voice breathy, full of hungry desire, her own words exciting her. "And I'm sorry that those same juices spilled on to your bench, which I also had to lick clean."
"There's something you've missed," Ulfberth responded tersely. "You took something else that wasn't yours."

Nadine is completely puzzled by this accusation, as the book was the only thing she had stolen from their premises. Lascivious wench she may be, but she was by no means a habitual thief!

"I'm sorry but I'm quite sure I haven't, Sir."

"That's where you're wrong, girl. Did you know that Adrianne requires my permission to cum? That makes her orgasms mine."

Nadine gulped. She had no idea about this protocol but was fairly certain that wasn't going to suffice as an excuse. She was fully aware that punitively, the odds were weighted against her. Ulfberth's voice, his manner of addressing her, his matter-of-fact statements all made her feel an intense mixture of emotions. She strongly wanted to obey him, but also wanted him to overpower her. It was a strange witches' brew of fear, lust and submission.

"I'm sorry, Ulfberth. I'm sorry for making Adrianne cum without your permission. I beg for your forgiveness."

"Tell me what you are."

"I'm a naughty, wanton whore who needs to be punished. Please give me the punishment I both deserve and desire," Nadine pleaded, buttocks angled and the petals of her sex now dripping; indisputable evidence of her own arousal.

"With pleasure, my girl. You'll find I'm not quite as lenient as my wife with my punishment - I think 20 strikes ought to do it."

The first strike came down firmly but with restraint - Ulfberth knowing in his experience to start gentler and ramp it up so he could gauge Nadine's body and limits, ultimately being more pleasurable for both of them the more of a gradual climb it was. It wasn't completely painless, but its intention seemed more playful than painful, only warming and pinkening her cheek momentarily.

"One. Another, please."

Nadine wondered if the remaining nineteen would be equally playful in intent as the second blow thudded across her left buttock, slightly harder this time.

"Two. Another, please."

Ulfberth increased the intensity, again slightly more, careful not to deliver too much discipline just yet. Nadine noticed that the paddle caused a different sort of pain and feeling to the flogger - more reminiscent to Brynjolf's spanking earlier, with more of a deep thudding sensation than the multiple bites of Adrianne's instrument of choice. She liked the way the hardwood felt against her bottom - cold, firm and unwavering.

"Three. Another please."

The room was

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