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Sheev watched the live feed of his Imperial fleet bombarding a planet. They’d suspected rebels were hiding out on the planet although they never actually found any. The Empire’s top intelligence officer even said it was extremely unlikely to be true. Sheev believed her, but he’d ordered the bombardment anyway. That’s what they got for making the Empire think there might be rebels there.
Sheev also just liked the idea of destroying things. He liked it so much he felt himself growing hard in his robe. He didn’t have anything else to do for the day, so he opened his robe up and touched himself.
“Looks like you’re being a bad boy,” a voice said and Sheev nearly jumped. His assistant had snuck up on him again. Being a paperclip, it was easy for Clippy to creep around. He’d even made Sheev piss himself a few times.
“Would you like some help with that?” Clippy asked.
“I’m not in the mood for sounding,” Sheev said. Clippy was excellent at that, but sometimes, Sheev wanted something a little different.
“How about a spanking for the bad boy?” Clippy asked.
“And how would you do that?” Sheev asked. “You’re a paperclip.”
“The dark side of the Force is a pathway to many abilities some might consider unnatural.”
Sheev knew not to doubt the dark side of the Force. If Clippy could give him what he needed, he’d be a fool not to accept the offer.
“Take your robe off and get on your hands and knees,” Clippy ordered. Sheev obeyed the paperclip. His robe came off easily, leaving him only in his sparkly thong, then he knelt on his throne and put his arms on the armrest.
As soon as he was in position, He felt the cool metal of Clippy on his back. It felt like he uncoiled a bit, petting Sheev’s ass with a tendril. He then felt a tiny smack. If that was how Clippy was going to spank him, Sheev was going to be disappointed. He should have sent for Tarkin.
Before Sheev could tell Clippy to go find someone better suited to please the Emperor, Sheev felt something large and heavy hit him in the ass and he couldn’t help the moan that escaped him.
“That’s right,” Clippy said, hitting him again. “You’ve been a very bad emperor.” Clippy smacked him two more times and Sheev reached for his cock, which was leaking now.
“Hands off,” Clippy said, giving him another whack. “You don’t get to come until you’ve completed your punishment.” Clippy spanked him again. “Do you understand?”
“Yes,” Sheev moaned.
“Yes, what?” Clippy asked with another smack.
“Yes, sir!”
“Good boy,” Clippy said, lightly hitting him with… something. Sheev had no idea how Clippy was pulling it off, but he didn’t want Clippy to stop until his ass was redder than Vader’s lightsaber.
“As for your punishment,” Clippy said while something brushed over Sheev’s ass. “Maybe one spanking for every person whose death you’ve ordered?”
“Yes,” Sheev moaned, not caring that it would mean they would be there for the rest of their lives.
“It’s what you deserve, but in the interest of time, we’ll do one for every planet you’ve decimated.”
It wasn’t as exciting a prospect, but Sheev did the math and knew they were still going to be there for a while. Clippy spanked him, alternating ass cheeks and making Sheev name every planet he’d ruined. And Clippy didn’t just limit it to his time as Emperor. He went all the way back to when Sheev was just an apprentice Sith and wiped out a good portion of a planet on the orders of his master.
By the time they’d finished, Sheev knew his ass had to be bright red and if he weren’t a powerful Sith lord, he wouldn’t be able to sit for a week. But the pain would bring him more in tune with the dark side and Sheev would end up more powerful thanks to the beating Clippy had given his ass. But he had a more pressing concern at the moment.
“Please, Clippy, sir,” Sheev begged. “Can I come now?”
“Do you really think you’ve earned it?”
“Yes, sir,” Sheev moaned. He knew he wasn’t going to keep his hand off his cock for long and if Clippy didn’t give him permission, Sheev was going to shoot him out an airlock.
“Very well,” Clippy said. “But only if you sit down.”
Sheev wasted no time moving to sit, hissing at the pain but letting it feed his connection to the dark side. As soon as he was in position, he put his hand on himself and started stroking. Clippy moved to stand between his legs and for the first time, Sheev saw that Clippy had somehow extended the length of his body and wrapped part of his wiry self around a very large paddle that was engraved with the words “Slutty Princess.”
Sheev had questions about where that came from but that could wait.
“Come on Sheev,” Clippy said. “Cover me in your evil jizz.”
Sheev couldn’t deny his assistant that, and came, covering Clippy and the paddle in semen and lightning. Before Clippy, lightning ejaculations weren’t common for Sheev, but it happened every time Clippy was there. At least Clippy seemed immune to the effects of the lightning.
As Sheev came down from his orgasm, he realized there was heavy breathing in the room and had been for some time. Sheev opened his eyes and saw Darth Vader standing by the door.
“What the fuck?”