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Their arrangement was simple. They were together, the three of them, free to enjoy each other’s company and touch however they wished. The disciplinary aspect had followed quite naturally, after Galinda had gotten away with one too many misbehaviors, and Fiyero had come a bit too close to expulsion, and Elphaba had lost her temper a touch too strongly (and cracked a whole wall floor to ceiling in the dining hall).
They each got different things out of it. Accountability, focus, centering, care.
And of course, it could be very exciting.
Not today, though.
“Elphaba, Morrible has already given me the strap, quite thoroughly might I add,” Fiyero argued, backing towards the wall, as if that would shield his burning buttocks from more correction. “Surely I have earned some leniency.”
“And I don’t see why I should have to be punished,” Galinda piped in. “I haven’t been caught, so the ‘punished at school, punished at dorm’ rule doesn’t apply to me!”
Unfazed by their arguments, Elphaba kept walking towards her partners.
“That’s half the issue, isn’t it, my sweet?” she reached out to tuck her girlfriend’s hair behind her ear. “Twisting the truth to get yourself out of natural consequences isn’t good for you. You both know this, we’ve all three agreed to this. When Galinda gets away with something, I will match the punishment she should have received.”
“Oh,” Galinda moaned, “but Fiyero’s the one who lied, not me!”
Elphaba gave Fiyero a wry glance.
“Yes, and Fiyero will be punished for this.”
“I cannot help my chivalrous nature,” he protested, standing straight and tall. “It is only right for me to try and protect a damsel in distress.”
Elphaba rolled her eyes.
“Skipping lessons to make out with you in the library? She was hardly in distress. The faculty already thinks little of you without you telling them you coerce or enchant women against their will. I will not see you expelled to needlessly protect Galinda’s pert bottom.”
Galinda squeaked, and Fiyero sighed in defeat.
“Morrible didn’t believe me anyway,” he muttered. “I could see it in her eyes.”
“Even so, the result was Galinda getting away with it.”
“Can I help my charming innocent looks?” Galinda cajoled, toying with her hair.
Elphaba’s mouth tightened.
“I will not be swayed. You both deserve this, and you know it. I adore you too much to let this slide.”
With those damning words, Elphaba shifted her grip to pinch Galinda’s ear, then reached for Fiyero’s, who pouted, but tilted his head to allow ease of access. Both brats secured, Elphaba led them to her desk amidst Galinda’s outraged whines.
“Galinda, bend over. Fiyero, bare her bottom for me while I retrieve the strap.”
Galinda gasped, and turned to clutch Elphaba’s arm, her eyes wide and glossy.
“Not the strap! Elphie, please!”
“It’s what is fair.”
“Morrible wouldn’t have strapped her,” Fiyero scoffed. “She only straps the bo— the men.”
“I can assure you she doesn’t,” Elphaba stated, her cheeks darkening slightly.
Both Fiyero and Galinda gaped at her.
“It was before our arrangement,” she sniffed. “I would have told you if it had happened since. Now do as you’re told, unless you both want some extra swats.”
The threat spurred them into compliance, and Galinda assumed the position, reluctant, but pliant as Fiyero flipped up her skirt and tucked it carefully in the hem. As her bottom was revealed, Fiyero couldn’t help but feast his eyes on her lovely curves, and let one hand rest on the small of her back, the other smoothing over her panties.
“Seeing you like this, I almost wish I was the one to smack you,” he whispered.
“A-hem.”
He jolted. Elphaba was back already and was not well pleased.
“None of that during a punishment,” she warned. “Hold out your hand.”
With a grimace, Fiyero stepped away from Galinda - who craned her neck to see the action - and held out his offending hand. Elphaba smacked it once with the strap, eliciting a pained hiss, then gestured to the desk.
“Bend over next to her.”
Fiyero’s eyes widened.
“You’re strapping me again?!” he asked, voice embarrassingly high-pitched.
“No. I intend to color match. Now, please.”
Reassured but no less mortified, Fiyero bent over next to his girlfriend. Elphaba wasted no time ridding him of his pants and underwear, and a soft whine from Galinda told him all he needed to know about the relocation of her panties. He wasn’t about to be smacked, but he still braced himself. Listening would not be easy.
Considering both pairs of buttocks, one red, one pale, waiting for her justice, Elphaba sighed. She took her time to observe Fiyero’s bottom, wincing at a few marks that looked raw and painful. But Madam Morrible was proficient with the strap, and while the punishment she had doled out was severe, she hadn’t gone overboard.
“You won’t object if I give Galinda a warm-up?” she asked.
The question was mostly rhetorical, but she wanted to make sure her boyfriend wouldn’t feel treated unfairly.
“I wouldn’t dream of objecting to anything while in this position,” Fiyero replied, and Elphaba smiled despite herself. She rewarded him with a soft caress along his back, before turning her attention to Galinda’s pale cheeks.
“Ow! Oh! Ah! No! Elphie! Ah!”
With just her hand, Elphaba was already making an impression, one that Galinda did not appreciate.
“Oh! Ah! Ow!! Ahk!”
Squealing with every hit, Galinda tried to stay put, but couldn’t help squirming from side to side under her girlfriend’s steady assault.
Fiyero huffed next to her, amused, and she turned her head to glare at him.
“It stings,” she hissed.
“It’s supposed to,” Elphaba replied. “It should sting, and burn, and make you sore and warm enough for the strap to hurt without causing harm.”
“I know,” Galinda lamented, “but I’m still gonna complain about it! Ow!”
“Complain away, my sweet, just know it won’t change a thing.”
Galinda let out a low, pained moan, and glared at Fiyero again when she heard his breath hitch.
“You’re enjoying this,” she accused.
“Can I help it when you are both so magnifilocious?” Fiyero countered in Galinda’s favorite love language, compliments.
She preened, then winced as the slaps kept coming, and pouted, feeling quite silly, bare and smarting, being smacked by her gorgeous girlfriend while lying next to her gorgeous boyfriend.
And to think it would only be getting worse.
Elphaba stopped smacking, slightly winded by the exertion, and allowed Fiyero and Galinda to whisper at each other with no retaliation while she readied the strap.
It was a sturdy thing Fiyero had brought with him to Shiz, instructed by his father to have it on hand in case his teachers needed it. The teachers in Shiz favored their own implements, but having a personal strap had proven useful in entering a disciplinary dynamic with romantic partners.
Elphaba cleared her throat, and her brats stilled and quieted down. She smoothed a hand over Fiyero’s bottom, noting the warmth, and his small gasp.
“Pink and red do look nice next to each other,” Elphaba mused.
“Yes, they are beautifully complementary when styled correctly, so maybe we should stop here to maintain this pristine color pairing,” Galinda piped up, earning herself a hearty smack.
“Nice try. Fiyero, arch your back. I want to see my reference while I work.”
The man complied, raising to his tip toes while still bent over, and Elphaba lined herself up with Galinda to begin the punishment proper.
“When you misbehave or make a mistake, you own up to it, young lady. And when you don’t, I’ll be right here, ready to hold accountable.”
Galinda groaned, and Elphaba took this as her cue to snap the strap down horizontally, catching the center of her girlfriend’s bottom. Galinda screeched, and danced on her feet, hands flailing towards the far edge of the desk which she gripped tightly.
“Ow!” she said, emphatically.
Elphaba couldn’t help but smiling a bit at Galinda’s antics. She snapped the strap down a second time.
"Ahhh-hah-owwww, Elphie!”
“Yes darling?”
“Not so hard!”
“Hm. Fiyero, did Madam Morrible strap you softly?”
“Ha, no,” Fiyero scoffed, boyishly earnest.
“Then there’s your answer.”
The strap fell a third time, three bright pink stripes blooming nicely along Galinda’s curves.
“Owwww! Elphie!”
Galinda was definitely sounding teary, and Elphaba forwent responding to Galinda’s whining and focused instead on spreading the color evenly across her target, taking care to hit just hard enough for the punishment to keep going until she had matched the severity of Fiyero’s chastisement.
This took a few minutes. A few minutes of complaints, pleading, squirming, and yelping, which ended with Galinda crying softly and Fiyero no longer looking amused, just concerned and tense.
Elphaba set the strap down, and softly prodded Galinda’s bottom, which produced a loud, petulant whine.
“Mhmm, I know it hurts, just as hot and red as Fiyero’s was, though his has faded some.“
“Owwww…” Galinda peered back, blinking through her tears. “Elphie, that was mean.”
“Just as mean as what you needed for breaking our rules. Remind me why you deserve this, and the spanking portion of your punishment will be over.”
“The ‘spanking portion???’”
Elphaba patted Galinda’s left cheek emphatically.
“Yes, my sweet. Answer now, please.”
“Ughhhh. I deserve… this.”
“A bare bottom spanking.”
“…. A bare bottom spanking, because I skipped class and got away with it. By letting Fiyero take the blame. When he’s not allowed to do that anymore.”
“Thank you Galinda, that was very good. You can stand up, but keep your hands away from your bottom please.”
Galinda groaned in dismay, but stood obediently, and complied when Elphaba slid her underwear all the way off and walked her to the corner.
Fiyero watched his girlfriends walk away from him for Galinda to serve her bare-bottom corner-time, and softly thunked his head against the table. He was next, and his ass was still warm and throbbing, no matter that the color had allegedly faded somewhat. But he still felt worse about Galinda being strapped to tears than the prospect of his own punishment. It was all good and dandy as long as she was squirming and whining, but as soon as her pain sounded genuine, his gooey heart couldn’t take it, and he wanted to step in and save her, even though she truly did not need saving from Elphaba’s loving discipline.
Speaking of which.
“Stand up, Fiyero. Leave your clothes where they are, you won’t need them for a while yet.”
Fiyero pushed himself up from the desk, and turned to face Elphaba, wincing but not surprised to see her holding their small paddle.
It was lightweight and slightly larger than a hairbrush, and it stung like nothing he’d ever felt before. It also was very surface-level and would hurt without worsening the overall state of his ass, but those advantages paled in comparison to the pure discomfort he was facing.
“Come here, my love.”
Fiyero shuffled towards her, and she caught his chin when he was within reach, forcing him to look at her.
“I know it’s hard for you to see Galinda punished. How are you feeling?”
Fiyero scowled.
“I don’t like seeing her hurting but I’d rather she get it from you than from Horrible Morrible. So I don’t feel guilty if that’s what you’re getting at.”
Elphaba’s mouth twisted in displeasure at his tone and attitude.
“All right, I see your bottom has cooled down a bit too much for us to have a productive conversation. Let’s rectify that.”
He stumbled on his lowered pants as she manhandled him to their designated “spanking chair,” and squawked as she unceremoniously tipped him over her knee, wasting no time in cracking the paddle down across his poor bottom.
“Ow! No warmup for me?!”
“You’re warmed up enough.”
With that, Elphaba started raining a sustained rhythm of fast, punishing swats, alternating cheeks, and making him buck and squirm and whine just as much as Galinda had before him.
“Naughty boys don’t get to be disrespectful when they’re already in trouble,” Elphaba scolded. “You may not always like our rules, but you agreed to them, and so did Galinda. It is not fair of you to set her back when she has been working so hard on accountability. You don’t know if Madam Morrible would’ve strapped her as she strapped you. She’s not a repeat offender. She could have gotten a detention. She could have gotten a paddling. We’ll never know, because you decided to break one of your own rules, which is completely unacceptable. You do not go out of your way to worsen your reputation with this school. You do not aggravate, insult, or otherwise provoke the staff of this establishment. You do not put yourself in situations where you risk expulsion.”
The scolding did not interrupt the smacking, in fact, it seemed to spur it on, as Elphaba punctuated her more important points by smacking ever harder, and lower, catching his yet-unmarked thighs. Under the stinging assault, Fiyero quickly got off his high horse.
“Owwwww, oh, ow, I’m sorry! Ah, ow, please, I’m sorry, stop!”
“Oh no, young man. Naughty boys do not get to decide when their punishment ends.”
“Ahk! I’m sorry! I lied! I do feel guilty! I’m sorry I broke my rule, and I enabled Galinda to break her rule, and I got her strapped, I just wanted to protect her!”
“And how will you protect her if you get yourself expelled?”
“Agh! I don’t know! Ow!”
Three more stingers and the spanking abruptly stopped. Elphaba took a deep breath, and set the paddle on Fiyero’s lower back, freeing her dominant hand to pet his sore bottom. He whimpered at the soft touch, but she kept her hand pressed against him, somehow comforting despite the sensation of heat increasing under her palm.
“You know I admire the way you always want to help,” she said, tender. “I love that about you. You’re so kind and dedicated, and so well-meaning. But you have to stop doing this at your own detriment. And the detriment of Galinda, in this specific instance.”
He sniffled, surprised when warm tears dropped from his eyes, plopping on the hardwood floor. He hadn’t noticed he’d started crying.
“You’ve got a big heart, my love, but please, stop and assess the situation before you jump in. You’ll save yourself a lot of pain. And I don’t just mean the spankings.”
“I know,” he warbled, voice cracking. “I’m sorry, I can’t help it, sometimes I just can’t seem to think, I just have to do.”
Elphaba sighed, and her hands drifted to his sides, like she was hugging him, despite their respective positions.
“I know my love. Let me try to give you something to think about for next time.”
She took the paddle again, and Fiyero groaned, choking back a dismayed sob. This was not gonna be fun.
Galinda’s corner was too far from the action for her tastes. How was it fair that Fiyero was almost on top of her as she got spanked, and could hear her every whimper, and feel her every jolt, and she was here, cornered, straining her ears trying to hear what her two lovers were saying to each other? It wasn’t, that’s what it was! It wasn’t fair!
Her mental tantrum was interrupted before it could escalate as the room was suddenly filled with the loud smacks of the paddle for a second time. Galinda startled, she thought Fiyero’s spanking was over, but the smacks kept going with no signs of stopping or slowing down. Carefully, Galinda turned her head and peeked out of the corner of her eye.
Fiyero was sprawled over Elphaba’s lap, his kicking legs tangled in his pants and underpants, his bright red cheeks bouncing as they were smacked and as Fiyero wriggled. The motion was fascinating, and Galinda stared, entranced, biting her lip.
Seeing Fiyero punished was truly a beautiful sight.
Too soon, it was over, and Galinda quickly averted her gaze, hoping Elphaba hadn’t seen her looking. She waited patiently as her lovers murmured behind her, not feeling left out anymore, so distracted by thoughts of Fiyero’s behind that she was caught by surprise as the paddle suddenly smacked her! Her hands flew back protectively.
“Ow!! Hey, what was that for?!”
“For looking back while in the corner,” Elphaba chided. “And there’s four more for your troubles, so get your hands out of the way, naughty girl.”
Galinda whined but obeyed, and danced in place as the sting in her bare bottom was awakened all over again by that wretched, wicked paddle.
“Ahhh-owww,” she complained, then hissed as Elphaba pinched her ear and tugged her out of the corner.
“I want a two-page essay from each of you, explaining why the rules you broke today are important to you, and what you’ll do to improve in the future,” she stated, walking Galinda back to the desk.
While she was distracted, both desks had been pushed together so Galinda and Fiyero would be facing each other as they wrote, and to her great dismay, Galinda saw the punishment mat waiting for her on her chair.
“Elphie, why is the mat there?” she demanded.
“To punish your naughty bottom,” Elphaba replied with no pause, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
“Well what about Fiyero?!” Galinda complained, rubbing her ear as Elphaba let her go.
Fiyero huffed, and rolled his eyes at her when she squinted at him.
“I’ll move the mat to his chair after ten minutes. Then back to yours, then back to his, for as long as it takes for both your essays to be done. So you’ll both lean that your actions affect each other.”
Galinda felt a bubble of outraged petulance rise within her, but she trampled it. She deserved this, and so did Fiyero. Elphaba was usually right, and this felt right.
“Will you put cream on our butts afterwards?” she asked pleadingly, tilting her head and giving Elphaba her best puppy eyes.
Elphaba smiled and leaned in to give Galinda a quick kiss on the cheek.
“Of course, my sweet. Now, sit down, no more dawdling.”
Grimacing, Galinda carefully lowered herself down, whimpering and moaning as the prickly surface met her tender flesh. Across from her, Fiyero stifled a chuckle, and his eyes flashed with interest. Galinda stuck out her tongue at him.
“Just wait till it’s your turn,” she grumbled. “I’ll enjoy seeing you squirm.”
Fiyero flushed, but gave her a winning grin.
“I count on it.”
“Get to writing, my loves. That mat isn’t going to get any more comfortable.”
And again, Elphaba was right.
Grabbing her sparkliest pink pen, Galinda started writing, trying to sit very still so the mat wouldn’t dig deeper into her flesh, but unable to curb soft whines at the discomfort she felt. And when it was Fiyero’s turn, she did waste a few minutes enjoying his pained huffs and squirming.
But it was worth it, to have the safety of Elphaba’s care, and the pleasure of Fiyero’s company.
The End