Arcana Lemons and Limes

Asra x Fem Reader

MC has only about a year ago awaken with no memories. Asra is still protective, and she's never left the shop without Asra by her side.

MC decides to sneak out- and this is definitely not to Asra's liking.

Does MC need to be punished?

/you clicked/- (punish me daddy!)

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Y/n carefully entered the shop, closing the door gently.

She looked up and flinched, seeing a worried Asra, waiting in the dark shop.
"Where did you go?" His tone made her blush, and she replied quietly.

"...t-the market.."

Asra approached her, lifting her face and looking her in the eyes. "In the middle of the night?"
"It was f-"

"No! it is not fine! I didn't know where you were. Where did you really go?"

Her silence angered him further.

He backed up a bit, his demand of an explanation still hung in the air.

"I just.. I was just wandering.." Asra's brows unfurrowed, his eyes looking her up and down and then a sigh escaping his mouth.
"I'm just worried about you. You know I told you never to leave without me."

Y/n's face was flushed, as she was embarrassed of being caught, but Asra blinked and inhaled deeply at her cute expression.

Y/n yelped, her arm being snatched, and Asra didn't look back as he dragged her basically up the stairs.
"M-master! W-wait!"
She was bounced onto Asra's bed in his own room, and she breathed in shakily, not daring to look back at him. She stared at the headboard laying on her stomach in silence and her legs dangled off the end of the bed.

Y/b could hear the shuffling coming from behind her- which was Asra taking off his shirt.

Asra unexpectedly placed a hand on her lower back, smoothing upwards gently. It was just a smooth distraction for him to grab her satchel- but she shuttered, enjoying the feeling while clenching her eyes shut and waiting.

"Y/n.."

She looked back hesitantly, eyeing Asra's smirk From the corner of her eye. It set a fire in her chest, and she was frustrated it did.
She couldn't stop staring- blushing hard.
After he'd taken a look inside of the bag- finding multiple Belladonna inside of it, he let the bag thud gently onto the floor with a smile.

"Thank you... but you will never learn your lesson if I don't punish you."

That was when she spotted something in his other hand, and she furrowed her brows, breathing through her parted mouth quietly.

He told me he would do this if he found out next time! I should have listened! But-
Her thoughts were interrupted when he slipped off her skirt, and her face turned a bright red.

But I never thought he really would!

Y/n whimpered when he gently slipped off her panties, burying her face into the covers of the bed. The sheets smelled of Asra, but it didn't exactly comfort her, as the man was still looking at her bear backside.

Asra- after a moment that felt like forever, smoothed the rectangular part of the whip over her smooth skin, sending shivers across her body. Her lip trembled with anticipation.

Thwack!

She flinched, not expecting the hit to be that hard.

Thwack!

"M-mh.." The apprentice groaned.
He would smooth it over her rear gently, but then he'd hit her even harder, and it was confusing.

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Thwack!
Asra listened to her cute moans whenever he hit her, smoothing the whip closer and closer to the inside of her thighs each time.
Asra placed his other hand on the bed, leaning against the bed with a small smirk.

She breathed in sharply, the whip touching her sensually, and she tried hard not to roll her hips, thinking of who was holding the whip And what his expression might be.

"Ngh- ah!" She clenched the bedsheets, when he spanked her again.
Her rear had grown red, and Asra enjoyed the sight.

"Turn over." Asra commanded. His voice felt darker than usual, and she hesitated too long for his liking.

"...Turn. Over."

She swallowed hard, turning over quickly, though keeping her legs closed.

She didn't look up at his face, but he looked up at hers.
She was red, and panting, and so so cute..

Asra placed the whip just below her navel, smoothing the now warm tip down to her own warmth.
"Spread your legs."

She shook her head, closing her eyes shut, still holding herself up on her elbows.

"Do it, or I'll take your shirt off too."

She could actually feel her cheeks go warmer, but she still refused.

She gasped when he pulled her by her collar to a sitting position, and unbuttoned it slowly- which she watched every step of the way.
She sputtered out something like
"w-wait!" But by the time she did, her shirt had already been thrown across the room.
Asra grabbed her arms, placing her down onto the bed again, and she dared not move them anymore when she saw his dark eyes.

Asra spread her legs, and she whimpered when she felt something cold latch onto her ankles.
Asra had created two locks on her ankles. They were visible, though not physically there- but they didn't allow her to move.

Y/n whimpered again, the whip touching her warmth gently. Asra found it hard to stop just because of how cute her noises were.

She yelped when he smacked her hard, and she felt a tear prick at her eye. "M-master!"

"Master what?" His voice was unexpected, and she looked up to his half lidded purple orbs.

"M-master...please.."

He raised an eyebrow and stopped the whip, rubbing her with it harshly. She rolled her hips and let her head fall back, biting her lip and his eyebrow twitched as he watched her.
That's when he decided it was time to move on.

The whip was dropped to the floor, and he waved his hand in a motion to reveal an odd object had appeared in his hand.
"W-what is t-that...?" She said, panting hard on the bed.

"Oh it's nothing." He said smiling sweetly.

"Just the real punishment."

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"Please! Asra! I can't-.. take it!" The apprentice pleaded, but Asra made no move to stop the toy from vibrating violently inside her.

"Dear Y/n, I believe I'll need to be going soon. I'll have to take it out when I get back."

He admired his work. She'd been tied with her wrists attached to a bar spreading her knees apart face down on the bed for a only about ten minutes, and yet she was dripping with wetness.

Y/n groaned, her legs tired and the toy vibrating and thrusting in and out of her on its own wouldn't let her come down from any highs she would achieve.
"P-please! Set off the s-spell!" She started moaning short moans every thrust the toy made into her, and Asra smiled, getting dressed and then walking to the door and speaking to the apprentice one last time before leaving the shop.

"I hope you remember this next time you decide to disobey me y/n." She whimpered, nodding best she could.