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Celestia Ludenberg has been found guilty - commencing the punishment!!
Oh boy.
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Ever since Celestia Ludenberg, the Ultimate Gambler for Hope’s Peak Academy, had woken up on Jabberwock Island, alongside this large group of girls (36 in total, if Celeste was counting right), her entire sense of peace and reality had been turned upside down.
“Welcome to the Island Life of Mutual Bullying!!!” A ridiculous sentence spoken by a ridiculous black and white teddy bear: Monokuma (their unwanted host and completely disliked representative of whoever is in control of this farce).
For an indefinite period of time, the girls were to stay on the surrounding islands until further notice - of course, with a twist. See, if they so choose, the girls can choose to Bully another person on the island.
Wedgieing, pantsing, bondage, drenching clothes - if the end results if a humiliated girl, then anything was fair game!
However, when it came to this, a firm rule was always in place: bully someone seriously, however, you want - just do not get caught doing so!
Once 3 or more people find a bullying victim, they start a Class Trial to determine who among these 36 women was a naughty bully. If they select the right person, then the Bully alone gets punished. Fail, and everyone else would receive punishment. In this case…
The punishment for failure was a nice, hard, spanking - albeit how that’s delivered is entirely up to Monokuma’s desires.
Celeste saw these rules and the penalties…and scoffed. Please, as if someone as grand as her would ever stoop so low as to ever succumb to the base desires of what Monokuma was offering! Hah! As if!!
…
Then the motives came in.
One million dollars just to get away with bullying two people…
Something too tempting to pass up and-
Oh, would you look at that!
A masked assailant had not only wedgied Mikan, but they even managed to find the time to give a sneaky one to Hina as well during the investigation!!
Whoever could they be?~
Unfortunately, the issue with trying anything on this island was that Kyoko Kirigiri, the Ultimate Detective was always around. She instantly fingered Celeste as the perpetrator based on hair samples from the mask, and based on the scent of Celeste’s new perfume she was wearing on the day of the crime.
Alas, as much Celeste tried to deflect or frame or point how much the others were, rightfully so (in her eyes), blithering morons without Kyoko’s guidance, Celeste had been voted guilty and it was correct. Thus, leading to Celeste to be given her sentence.
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“...I feel this is unnecessary.”
Celeste muttered, but her fate had been sealed. She was currently.strapped to a blue chair of sorts - forced to be propped on her stomach. By her ankles, and arms, she had been cuffed tight. Her skirt had been lifted, flashing the audience a set of pale, if also jiggly and a bit out of shape, orbs with a blue and white thong.
While embarrassed, inwardly, Celeste still tried to look stoic even in defeat, and even had enough nerve to snipe at her treatment. After all, even if this was meant to be a spanking, it was still just a stupid ‘childish’ punishment at the end of the day. Nothing too severe that she couldn’t take…
At least, that’s what she thought.
However, that quickly faded when she saw the spanking machine being brought in. A wooden paddle was the main attraction - but that wasn’t the part that caught Celeste’s eyes…no.
What caught her eyes were the pointy, sharp, nails inside of them!
“W-w-w-wait, wait, waiiiiiiiitttt!!!” Celeste cried out, panicked and shocked. “Y-y-you can’t spank me with that!!! Th-that’s barbaric!!!”
“Ohhh, I can and I will, Little Miss Culprit!!” came the annoying voice of Monokuma, popping out right in front of Celeste and carrying a remote with a dial on it labelled:
‘Off’, ‘Spank Her’ and ‘You’re Gonna Fucking Cry’ respectively.
“You failed to get away with your crimes and, thus, you MUST be punished for the order of the island to be resumed!!! Now, let’s give it everything we’ve got-!!!”
“STOP!!! DAMN IT All!!! YOU CAN’T DO THISSSSSS!!!! DON’T YOU DARE YOU STUPID, GODDAMNED, GOOD FOR NOTHING TO-!!!” No matter how much Celeste screamed and shouted (even disregarding her own faux French accent to her rough natural voice), thrashed and begged - there was nothing to be done anymore as Monokuma shifted the dial towards the very first setting.
“IT’S PUNISHMENT TIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMEEEEEEEE!!!”
SMACK!! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK!! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK!! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK!! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK!! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK!! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK!! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“OWWWWWWWWWWW!!! FUCKING SHITTTTTTT!! STOOOOOOOOP ITTTTTT!!! YOU BASTAAAAAAAAAAARDDDDDDDD!!!”
The machine came to life with a reckoning, winding up with full force before slamming itself into Celeste’s pale, pudgy, peach. Between the hard, unforgiving wood that slammed into her seat, to the sharp, pointy, nails that really left their mark, the Ultimate Gambler was left howling in anguish from the first onslaught.
An onslaught that wouldn’t even be close to stopping anytime soon, with it beginning to ramp up with speed. In the first minute, while it was hard from the get go, it still had quite a space in-between every few seconds for Celeste to think on the pain, and let her anger spike at such, in her eyes, unfair treatment to one as grand as her - up until the time to swat as her buns once more~
But after five minutes? Yeah, no, that thing was pushing forward with harsh intent - turning a swat every seven seconds or so, into a swat that was bound to smack in every three seconds!!
As such, this quickly had Celeste - who was doing everything in her power to not shed a tear at such a ‘barbaric practice’ - to grip her seat, to shout out in rageful desperation:
“F-F-FFUUUUCCCKK!! WHEN IS THIS GOING TO BE OVER ALREADDDDDYY?!! I’M SORRYY!!! FUCK! IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT?!! I’M SORRY OKAY?!!!! JUST STOPPPPPPP!!!!”
..
Huh?
Just like that the machine powered down, and, right before that studded paddle could smack into her bottom once more…it stopped.
Was…was that it?
Was that all that she had to do?
Just apologize?
“Puhuhuhuhu!! Now aren’t you a remorseful little girl now, huuuuh?~” teased Monokuma, popping out and clearly laughing at the distressed gambler. Normally, she’d cuss him out…but was so afraid of it continuing she bit her lip to refrain herself.
After all, she can do so in private. Back in her room, with a nice bag of ice on her poor posterior for good measure, and a nice vampire novel to get her mind off the sti-...
…Wait. Why haven’t her cuffs been unlocked?
Try as she might, she couldn’t escape…and her face went pale as she witnessed Monokuma smirk deviously.
“Puhuhuhuhu!!! Finally, figured it out? Your punishment time isn’t over juuuust yet!! We still got one more setting to test out!! Just bear with it!!!”
“YOU LITTLE BITC-!!!”
“WARNING! WARNING!” Cried from the spanking machine itself, sparks flying a bit as it began to sputter - and that paddle began to rev up. “DANGER!! ELECTRIC OVERLOAD!! DANGER ELECTRIC OVERLOAD!!!”
CRAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKK!!
“FUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!”
CRAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKK!!
CRAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKK!!
CRAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKK!!
CRAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKK!!
CRAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKK!!
CRAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKK!!
Three seconds? How cute.
Try about half a second intervals this go around. That spanking machine was a real blurr at this point, throttling Celeste’s ass at speeds one wouldn’t think - and probably shouldn’t be - possible.
Her bottom was constantly flattening and bouncing, going from bright red to harsh dark maroon, with each strike filling the room with the sound of wood punishing flesh and reverberating sounds of anguish everywhere.
Leaving the crowd watching such affairs with various mixed feelings.
Some who disliked the gambler and her stuck-up attitude, felt it was probably justly deserved (especially since she could have doomed them to the same fate).
Others, especially those who get spanked without needing a trial, felt a bit sympathetic to her plight (though, as they rubbed their own hides, were very glad to not be in her place).
Others of the more, ah, lecherous notion, were getting off to the sight of a juicy booty getting it just desserts and the cries of Celeste herself.
Because, indeed, Celeste was crying up a storm. Her mascara had begun to run from how much tears were flowing down her face and she was begging and pleading for Monokuma to spare her.
“WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHH!! I’M SORRRRRRRRRRRYY!!! I’M SORRRRRRRRRYYYYYYY!! I’LL NEVER BREAK THE RULES AGAAAAAAAAAIIIIIINNNN!! PLEAAAAASEEEEEEEE!!! FORGIIIIIIVE MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!” she blubbered, flailing and pounding on her seat - but never getting anywhere.
Of course, being a teddy bear - and also just a big ol’ sadistic jerk - Monokuma was off to the side. Laughing and snickering at Celeste’s plight.
Relishing her despair - as he knew his Mistress would likely be doing.
God, switching from a killing game to a ‘punishment’ game was truly the best move to make after all~
CELESTIA LUDENBERG: PUNISHED!!!