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High School Domestic x Discipline	By : xZENI7Hx Category: +G to L > Highschool DxD Views: 17575 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: The characters and fictional world of High School DxD were created by Ichiei Ishibumi. This story, however, is my own, original, uncollaborated work.

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Chapter XII

After the moment passed, Issei released Akeno’s hand; she let it fall slowly to her side. He analyzed his charge. She stood a bit straighter now, hands by her side, eyes calmer now as well, expectant. She was willing herself to quietly take long, deep breaths, but he knew her body was tense.
Before she knew it, he was close, so close she could smell the shampoo in his hair, feel the heat from his shower radiating off his skin from behind his bathrobe.
His right hand reached for her chest. Akeno froze eyes wide, purposefully focusing on his. Issei’s fingers deftly loosened the tiny knot on the draw string on the right half of her uniform shoulder cape. She felt it slip from her shoulders. Issei held it up, then leaned forward, far into her personal space. His cheek passed by hers. His lips turned to her right ear. She could feel his hot breath as he softly ordered: “Take off everything except your underwear.”
Her right hand jerked outward then back to her side. It took a moment for the words to sink in though her first inclination had been to obey before she even understood the order.
As the words passed his lips, Issei felt heat flowing to his right cheek and knew she was blushing. He smiled to himself, knowing she couldn’t see it.
Akeno lifted her fingers slowly to the uniform corset just below her chest as Issei stepped to her left side. Her fingers fiddled with the top golden button for a moment as she seemed unable to tame her trembling hands. Her vision suddenly went dark. There was something covering her face.The cape!
“Wait.” She heard him order from behind her. She froze in response.
She felt Issei gently fold the extra material at the bottom uncovering her mouth and nose, rearrange the wrapping about her head, and gently but snugly tie it in place. He whispered into her left ear, “Continue.” And then stepped back.
Where is he? Behind me? She listened intently for several seconds. When he made no sound, she forgot his command completely in her struggle to place the location of his breathing.
There was a sudden loud crack, a sharp pain shot through the back of her lower right thigh just below her skirt snatching a surprised gasp from her lungs. Heat bloomed from the impact.
A much firmer voice called sternly from her left. “My, my, Akeno-chan, you naughty girl. Flat out disobedience already? No, this won’t do at all.”
His tongue clucked three times in disapproval.
“I-I’m so—”
Another stinging slap echoed through the room cutting her off. She reached back and rubbed her left thigh gingerly.
“When I give you an order, I expect you to obey immediately; you will find I do not like to repeat myself.”
I’m failing already! She feared. Who knew Issei would take to this so easily!
“I’m sorry, Master. I forgot… I was surprised by… by the blindfold.” She explained apologetically.
“Naturally,” He replied. “But no excuse.”
Akeno lowered her head.
“A slave is expected to obey at all times, even if she doesn’t know what’s happening.”
“Yes sir. I’m sorry, sir.” Akeno answered humbly.
His hand slipped atop hers. She gulped and stopped rubbing her thigh wondering if that were allowed. In submission, she turned her hand in his and delicately clasped it. She felt his fingers lightly squeeze her hand in response. Then the hand gently removed hers from her thigh and pulled it forward. She realized she was being lead somewhere. Eager to regain Issei’s favor, Akeno stepped forward uncertainly.
“Good girl,” came the soft response from in front of her.
She decided not to try to feel out her steps or worry about where she was going. Issei would not be so cruel as to let her trip or crash into something that might injure her. It would be a breach of the trust they were forging.
She walked forward in her usual long, graceful stride as though she knew exactly where she was going. She couldn’t see Issei’s smile of approval, but she felt the slight encouragement in the gentle squeeze of her hand. He’s not as angry with me anymore. She hoped.
“Stop.” Came the sudden command.
Akeno froze mid-step and nearly lost her balance gasping. She clung to the guiding hand which held firm. His other arm encircled her waist and kept her from falling. She let out a sigh of relief and found her footing.
“Kneel.”
Akeno again trusted the shepherding hand to support her as she leaned forward and lowered her right knee to the floor, squatting down on her left leg. She shifted and lowered onto her left knee as well. Then, she leaned back sitting lightly on her calves awaiting his next command.
His hand slipped from her fingers. Fear swelled in her stomach. The hand had been her guide, her anchor. It was warm and soft. It protected her. Now it was gone, and she felt strangely alone and scared. She wanted desperately to remove the cape, but instinctively knew that would be “naughty,” and she craved the approval of being called a ‘good girl’ again.
Issei purposely waited a few minutes testing her. When he decided she had passed he took her hand again.
When she felt the light warmth of his hand, she desperately grabbed for it. It felt like a parachute finally opening after falling from a plane. Her pulse slowed, her breathing calmed. His hand lowered hers onto something soft and cool. It was firm but cloth-like. She placed her left hand on it as well several inches apart. His bed she guessed.
“Lean forward,” he commanded.
Using the bed as support, Akeno shifted her weight, stood on her knees and leaned down until she felt her breasts touch the bed. She adjusted the arc of her back, scooched forward until her waist made contact with the edge and laid her torso across the front of the bed.
There was a pillow situated about where her head should lie. She accepted the comfort granted to her and turning her head to the right, rested gratefully on the pillow.
“A bit further,” he clarified. “I want your hips resting on the edge of the bed.”
She shifted her weight fully forward for a moment unfolding her knees and supporting her weight on the balls of her feet, balancing with the help of her toes. As she lifted her hips to follow his direction, she felt a pillow being slipped under them just as she lowered them onto the bed.
“Yes.” He acknowledged. “Just like that.”
She nodded against the pillow.
His voice grew suddenly strict. “Akeno-chan, you disobeyed me earlier by ignoring my order.” He paused watching her stiffen as her anxiety returned. “You’ve left me no choice but to punish you. You promised to fully obey my commands less than half an hour ago, and you knew there would be consequences if you failed to do so.”
Issei watched her head sink deeply into the pillow. He knew if she had been standing her head would have fallen in shame her eyes glued to the floor.
“I’m sorry, Master.” She breathed in a tone so lined with shame Issei desperately wanted to hug her and forgive her.
But I must not. It would open the door to temptation for her. She might instinctively seek to manipulate me with her emotions. No, for her sake, I must remain the strict Master. I must not tempt her with the very act we will be facing together in the future.
“I believe you… unfortunately that changes nothing.”
Akeno sagged against the bed. It was pitiful to watch as he knowingly stole her confidence and her hope. But it was necessary to break her, before he could rebuild her stronger than before.
“Back on your toes, dear.” He commanded.
She hastened to obey.
“Arch your back and point your rear up as high as you can.”
Feeling as though her failure lessened her value in his eyes, she hurried to perform as he asked sucking in her stomach and thrusting her rear out as far as she could without losing her balance. The strain in her calf muscles and toes burned slightly. She wondered if he knew that she would not be able to hold this position long.
“Good.” He approved.
She felt the cool air-conditioned breeze against her bare thighs. Her skirt rustled like thunder in her ears as it snailed up her bottom tickling the soft skin. It fell against her back with the weight of a hundred pounds fully exposing the raven lace of her panties. The thin black lace, weaved into delicate roses, stretched taut from hip to hip across her voluptuously curvy bottom. A deep, rounded cut revealed a generous portion of bare thighs however.
“You will stay in this position until I allow you to move, and your hands are not to leave the comforter. You may cry or plead, but do not move. Do you understand?” His voice lost its warmth. It was a steely command.
“Yes, A-er-hem,” She cleared her throat, “Issei-sama.”
“The end of your punishment, will not signal my allowance of you to leave your position. Is that clear?”
“Yes, sir. I will remain in position until you allow me to move, or until I collapse.”
“Pray that you don’t. I haven’t given you permission to collapse.”
Akeno wanted to laugh wondering if this was a threat or veiled concern for her, but instead she nodded against the pillow.
“How do you feel now?” He asked.
“Vulnerable.” She answered immediately.
“Describe that feeling.”
Red creeped across her cheeks as she sucked in a deep breath.
“I can’t see. I’m reliant on this…bed? To support my weight, but I don’t know what’s around me. My calves are burning holding the position you’ve ordered. My backside is clearly positioned for… something, but I don’t know what. And now my skirt has been raised. I’m embarrassed that I’m exposed; though I do not know where you’re looking.” She paused a moment. Issei noted her breaths were shallow and anxious.
“Does this remind you of anyone?”
“Koneko.” She responded immediately. “She probably felt a little like this when you first put her over your knee and pulled up her skirt.”
“Very good.”
She felt his palm lower softly onto her right her cheek just above the dip in the waistband of her panties. Akeno gasped softly. Its soft warmth glided across the twin moons in an agonizingly slow streak. She struggled to stay perfectly still.
“Tell me,” Issei began in an almost disinterested tone, “What did you feel, when you saw me raise her skirt?”
Her breathing quickened.
“I…I was shocked.”
“Aroused?”
“N—no!” She paused for barely a second, before backpedaling. “Yes.”
“Careful, dear, you nearly lied to me.” His tone was stern.
“I’m embarrassed.” She replied stating the obvious. “But, I apologize; I know that is no excuse.” She added hurriedly.
“I’m feeling generous, today, Akeno. You’re lucky.”
“Thank you, master.” She breathed gratefully.
“So, before, you said you followed me.”
“With a spell.” She agreed.
“So you never really left your room.”
“No.”
“You listened in.”
“Yes.”
“You watched.”
She gulped. “Y-yes.”
“This is how you spied on our conversation the day after as well.”
“Yes.”
“You are no longer allowed the privilege of using that spell without my or Rias’ express permission.” He ordered.
“Issei, outside of these sessions, you can’t control what I do.” Akeno reminded him haughtily.
There was a loud crack as Issei’s palm harshly smacked the center of Akeno’s cheeks. She let out a surprised yelp.
“You will refer to me respectfully as master, sir, or Issei-sama.” He paused between each title emphasizing each word.
“S-sorry!”
Another clash of skin on skin echoed through the room. Akeno let out a little, “Ouch!”
“And do not dare take that tone with your master again.” He scolded.
“I’m sorry!” she repeated shrilly.
His tone gained a mocking inflection. “My dear Akeno, you have admitted to using this spell to freely spy on two of your friends while maintaining the privacy of your room. You were aroused as you watched me prepare Koneko for a spanking. You touched yourself…” He accused, “You are clearly not mature or responsible enough to use this spell with free reign. Would you not agree?”
Issei smiled to himself. He had set her up.
“I…I didn’t say that I touched myself!” She protested forcefully.
“But you did didn’t you?” he asked sweetly.
“Y-yes…” Akeno admitted softly realizing she had walked right into that one.
Issei didn’t let up. “So now you have admitted to spying on your friends with the intent of pleasuring yourself as you watched one of said friends privately suffering for her mistakes.”
Mortified, Akeno said nothing, but her shoulders slumped. It’s all true. He’s right. I can’t be trusted with this spell.
Still Issei pressed on intending to shatter her pride.
“You’re aroused just remembering aren’t you?”
“N-n-no!” She cried her face matching a ripe tomato.
Issei clucked his tongue again.
“Now you’ve lied to me.” He accused dangerously.
Akeno was so embarrassed she desperately tried to retain a shred of dignity. “I haven’t! I swear!”
Tears spilled down her cheeks as she felt two fingers softly touch the top of her rear at the cleft and so agonizingly slowly follow the seam of her black panties between her cheeks.” Akeno knew full well his intension, but there was nothing she could do but wait in humiliation for her lie to be revealed. She trembled as his fingers gently snaked their way between her thighs.
“What’s this, Akeno?” he asked innocently as his fingers brushed damp lace.
She sniffled as humiliation overwhelmed her bringing more tears.
“I—sniffle—I-I’m a-aroused, sir.” She admitted.
“Mm, I thought as much, but you assured me…”
Akeno’s sniffles turned to gentle sobbing.
Issei withdrew his hand, and traced a circle around her bottom with his palm.
When he was finished, he noted. “You lied to me. Twice.” His tone was matter-of-fact, calm.
Akeno continued crying quietly. Trapped by her own lies.
“I’m afraid we can’t let that slide. You’ve lied to me three times now; even after I was generous enough to let the first slide. Such a naughty girl.”
Her hands fled to her face. She cried into them, glad the blindfold kept him from making eye contact. Issei noted with satisfaction, that her hands slid carefully along the bed till they reached her face, she hadn’t lifted them from the comforter just as he ordered.
“Well see, it’s not that you can’t follow orders. You remembered to keep your hands on the bed. Well done. It’s just that lying comes so easily to you that perhaps you can’t stop yourself?”
Akeno quieted and finally choked out: “I’m s-sorry, sir.”
“Ah, Akeno.” Issei sighed. “Tonight, before bed, you will return to my room in your pajamas so we can deal with your lying. Do you understand?”
Akeno gulped and nodded.
“Good. Then let’s forget that for now and return to the issue at hand.”
“You are no longer allowed to use that spell without my or Rias’ permission. Is that clear?”
Again, Akeno nodded feeling like a scolded child.
“If I find out you disobeyed…” he trailed off.
“I’ll be punished.” Akeno finished.
Issei smiled to himself. Checkpoint two. “Yes.” He said simply.

***

Issei lifted his hand from Akeno’s cheeks.
“I think maybe it’s time we got to the point of all this. Huh?”
She nodded very slowly.
“Take your panties off.”
Akeno had been expecting the command so it didn’t shake her as much as it might have.
Still her humiliation fresh in her mind, she slipped her thumbs into the waistband at either hip trying to support her torso on her chest.
“You may stand straight up to take them off, but then get back in position.” He allowed feeling a little sympathetic.
“Thank you, Issei-sama.” She replied as she lifted herself off the bed and stood to her feet glad for a chance to rest her aching muscles. Her fingers returned to the waistband and gently tugged the lacy lingerie down all the way to her ankles revealing luscious creamy curves.
“Step out of them, and hand them to me.” He ordered calmly.
Her hips shimmied delightfully as she raised each foot and slipped the underwear from her feet. She returned to her full height and held the panties out to her side. “Master? Where are you?” She asked waving the panties in random directions.
“Lying on the bed watching you,” He informed her.
One hand flew to cover her private regions as the other held the panties out in front of her.
Issei chuckled taking the panties from her. “Never fear, dear. The front of your skirt has preserved your modesty.
Akeno sighed in relief.
“Back in position.” He reminded her gently.
She hastened to obey, her calves protesting.
Just as she managed to rearrange herself in position, he asked. “Now what does this remind you of?”
Without hesitation, she replied, “When Koneko offered you her panties to request—oh.”
She stopped midsentence, a little “oh” of epiphany, but it was too late.
Issei smiled.
Checkpoint 3.

***

“So then… not twice. Three times.” Issei told her in mock surprise.
Heavier tears flowed down Akeno’s face, but she kept silent.
“And twice you watched poor Koneko get spanked.”
Defeated and humiliated, Akeno simply nodded very slowly.
I definitely underestimated him. I never thought he would outsmart me. In barely twenty minutes, he worked all of that information out of me. She had to admit she was impressed. She was right to come to him.
“Akeno-chan, surely you won’t pretend any longer that you’re guiltless in your spying?”
“N-no, sir.” Akeno admitted.
“Good. Then we have only your punishment remaining.”
Akeno gulped and tensed.
“For spying on Koneko-chan and myself not once or twice, but three times. Knowingly invading our privacy, you’ll be spanked.”
Akeno trembled though it wasn’t unexpected.
“We mustn’t forget that you disobeyed earlier as well.”
“N-no.” Akeno agreed.
“I do not wish to punish you twice, as I’m not sure you can endure it. Instead, we’ll just sort of upgrade the first punishment.” He explained.
There was a tinkling sound of metal on metal. A rustle of something smooth and hard drawing against fabric. It was a sound she’d heard before, but she couldn’t place it. She wracked her brain for the answer. Something made of heavy fabric fell to the floor behind her. Very heavy fabric… then the sound of his weight leaving the bed. She puzzled another few moments considering what she had seen around his room while waiting for him to get out of the shower.
It came to her in a flash of understanding. Jeans. The item of clothing hitting the floor was the pants on his bureau. That can only mean…She shuddered trying to stall the realization that her brain had already uncovered. The tinkle of metal, the smooth surface against rough fabric... can only be the belt that had been laced through the loops of the jeans. Oh god… Her stomach twisted in knots. Fear siphoned all other thoughts from her mind. The irony that she would call to ‘kami-sama’ as a half-devil eluded her.
The only warning she received was the quiet whistle before an inch thick line of pain exploded across both her upper cheeks simultaneously. The sound of the stroke echoed off the walls fractions of a second before her cry of pain. It was like nothing she had ever felt. It had taken enormous strength to keep from screaming. A vicious line of fire bubbled up immediately.
She didn’t hear the whistle of the second lash over her cry. His aim was true, barely missing the site of the first wallop; the belt crashed directly below it. The flames spread down an inch. The pain suddenly and acutely arrived a moment later stalled by the throbbing blaze. She choked out a sob.
Issei glanced at the panties in his hand and wondered if she had chosen the sexy black lace to entice him. Actually, he was pretty certain of it, and he did highly approve of her taste.
He directed the next two licks at her bare thighs just below her bottom one after the other, not pausing even a moment in between. Painting torturous red lines across the creamy, pale skin.
This time she did scream.
The scourge overcame even the fire from the previous impacts as a savagely raw agony erupted across the vulnerable silky mounds shattering what little remained of her dignity. Fire on par with the seventh pit of hell immediately flared.
Akeno’s scream faded into a childish wail as Issei paused to let the burn sink in a moment and to allow her to catch her breath.
When the moment’s respite passed, Akeno had time to squeeze her eyes shut and desperately cling to the covers of Issei’s bed, before the next lash wrapped around her right cheek and struck the tender skin of her right thigh leaving another angry line.
“Ow-wow—ow…!” she sobbed between soft, miserable utterances.
The whistle of the belt caught her ear again.
“No! No—please!” the crack echoed like a gunshot diagonally across her left cheek.”
She yelped pitifully, before swallowing and sniffling.
He stopped again and gently drew the cruel leather back and forth across her flaming cheeks. Her sobbing increased. She was shaking. He knew too that she was struggling to stay in position between the pain and the strain on her muscles. Soon she would be overcome by one or the other.
He snapped the doubled up belt loudly causing her to jump. Her sobs echoed in the intense silence.
The waiting, the strained, tense waiting felt as cruel as the belt to her. She listened in the dark silence. Waiting. Waiting. Her rear ached, its throbbing somehow left a buzz in her straining ears. She wanted to protect herself. Her body instinctively screamed at her to pull her bottom in and huddle against the bed beneath her. Every moment she forced her body to thrust her backside out was emotional torture.
She felt her hips draw in an inch and quickly overcompensated lifting her cheeks higher than ever, just in time to meet the slash of leather. She screeched as the downward strike cruelly struck vertically from the top of the joint where her cheeks met, tracing the cleft nearly half way. The force of the stroke struck the inner tips of her cheeks, then slipped between them and cracked across her anus.
The intimate region had never been touched before. The pain was wholly new and unlike any of the previous licks. But the moment the belt slipped out of her cleft she steeled her courage and lifted her bottom offering it submissively to the belt.
It sliced across her right thigh, ricocheting off the pillowy muscle and resting on the fresh stripe. Tears poured down her face as she simply whimpered out her pain.
Endure it. She repeated to herself over and over. The burn was slowly cauterizing her guilt. She felt as though she were slowly earning back his approval.
Issei had no desire to see her fail. The most beneficial effect of this punishment would come of her succeeding this trial.
In his mind, he considered the offense and the punishment so far. He considered Akeno’s tolerance for pain, and her emotional tolerance for humiliation and shame. As he had promised, he carefully weighed her limits. And decided he would end her punishment with four more strokes. An even twelve. He had faith in her.
He pulled the belt back from her bottom. She read the meaning correctly and pleaded for mercy.
“Issei! I’m So—”
The belt’s lash turned her apology into a stifled scream and reduced her voice to sobbing again.
“Nearly there,” He encouraged her loudly.
Thwap! The cruel impact burned her upper cheeks as one. Her trembling hands ripped the comforter from the other side of the bed.
“Don’t give up, dear! Two more!”
“No-no-no-please-I-I-please!”
He didn’t wait longer, the blow, struck across the center line where his first two had met.
She didn’t have the strength to scream. She breathed quick shallow breaths between sobs.
“Last one, angel. You’ve nearly done it! Hold on, just a moment longer.”
“I’ll-I’ll be good! I—sniffle—I—ow-ow—I p-p-promise I’ll never disobey or spy on you again!” she choked out.
“Last one, darling. Please, for me. Hold on for one more.” He was pleading with her. He couldn’t turn back from what he had started. He needed her to come through this.
Akeno heard his encouragement to try for him. Her sore calf and toe muscles ached with exhaustion. Her bottom felt like someone had poured oil on it and thrown a match. She was at her physical limit nearly hysterical with pain. He must know that. He…he promised not push me beyond my limits! She sobbed. That means… that means he knows I can take…The very idea of another lash threatened to overcome her. I can stand one more. I can mentally overcome this. One more. For him.
She couldn’t speak, but he thought her shaking seemed to stop despite her sobbing. And in that moment of stillness, he saw her nod, and it was almost too much for him. Her bravery. Accepting her punishment to the end.
No choice remained but to reward that bravery with the final stroke.
He drew his arm back and slashed it forward full strength, flicking his wrist and snapping the belt across the seat of her tender hemispheres.
She howled in response but didn’t collapse. Her limit was seconds away. Still beneath her tortured sobs she held on with an inner strength that mentally willed her muscles to stay in position even as they began to cramp.
Issei forced her to wait only five more seconds, but it seemed an eternity to Akeno.
Finally, with supreme warmth and pride he released her:
“Let go, dear. Please return to your knees. Rest your tired muscles.”
Akeno’s feet slid back and she more fell to her knees than shifted.
This beautiful fairy of a girl shook as the cacophony of pleading and sobbing repeated running into each other amidst streaming tears of pain and shame. The whipping had been severe, a sound punishment she would likely never forget through all the sessions that followed.
Spying and disobedience are treacherous sins. The message was branded into her mind and backside permanently.
Issei dropped to his knees beside Akeno. His chest lightly pressing against her back. He wrapped his arms around her hugging her slim shuddering form tightly. His chin slipped passed her heaving shoulder and his lips found her neck once, twice. Three times.
He whispered praises into her ears. Pride in her strength, faith in her resolve to follow through, and a new trust in their bond together.
Though he wanted desperately to move her to a more comfortable position, he knew that her exhausted muscles would lock up if he didn’t allow them a few moments to relax.
The cream he had purchased for Koneko flashed through his mind. It sat in the miniature refrigerator on the other side of his bed.
“Akeno-chan.” He called as her sobbing began to fade several minutes later.
She breathed deeply a moment before responding. “Y-yes…Master?”
“Please wait here a moment. I’ll be back in just a second.”
“Master…!” she begged urgently. “D-don’t let go of me.”
“But it will—”
“Please!” her voice rose hoarsely. “If I’ve pleased you…. Just wait…wait a few more moments.”
“Alright.” He conceded. “When you’re my good girl, sometimes your requests will be granted.”
She leaned back letting all of her weight fall against his strong, warm chest. His good girl. She smiled through watery eyes. I did it.
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