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The Notebook	By : PersonOfDisinterest Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Legend of Korra, The Views: 66558 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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"You're joking, right?"
"You destroyed a two thousand year old artefact sacred to Airbending culture and have caused my husband a great deal of stress since the day you arrived here," the woman says. "I have punished my own children for less."
Korra laughs nervously. "Yeah, but I'm not your kid."
"No, but I have every right to chastise you so long as you live under this roof."
"I don't think I agree."
"Then you won't eat."
The herbs and spices flavouring the air of the kitchen make her stomach grumble. "That's not fair!"
"I decide what is fair," the woman tells her, "and until you accept your punishment, you won't partake of any more meals, great or small."
"Pema, I'm struggling to figure out whether you're being serious right now."
"Then I'll show you," she plainly replies.
Korra yelps as the older woman grabs a fistful of the front of her vest and yanks her forward. Taking a seat beside the kitchen table, Pema pulls her over her knees. Before she can get a word in, the woman's hand crashes against dark blue baggy pants and Korra's head and legs jerk upwards in unison.
"Argh!" the girl cries out. "What the hell are you doing?"
Korra yelps as another strike stings her clothed butt. "Manners," Pema says sharply, "and hold still."
The girl writhes despite the terse instruction, fuming when the older woman spanks her again. "Pema, let go of me!"
"I will not," she replies, and to keep Korra in place wraps her leg over the back of her thighs. A practiced disciplinarian, the girl finds to her horror she can't outdo Pema's strength and a series of cries spill from her lips as the woman assaults her behind.
Her rump pelted over and over again and the fruits of her struggles denied, Korra begins to whine, a high-pitched squeak signalling each strike to her buttocks. "Pema, please," she begs, eyes beginning to water. The mother's response is simply to grab the back of the girl's pants and yank them down to expose her skin.
"Noooo!" Korra cries out, trying to reach back and cover herself. But Pema grabs her wrist and pins her arm against her back, her free hand slowly caressing plump brown flesh.
"Do you know your numbers?" the woman asks.
Korra is too busy trying to turn her head to see what Pema is up to. "What?"
A strike to her naked ass makes her yell. "Your numbers," Pema reiterates, "do you know them?"
"OW! Yes, yes!"
"I mean in Common Tongue, not that ugly, guttural thing you Southerners call a language."
Korra starts to retort to the insult, but the sharpest slap yet tames her tongue. Pema's hand massages the heat of the impact into her meaty cheeks.
"Count to 10," the woman instructs her, "and do not miss a beat."
Having been forced to sit through the lessons, Korra knows some of the main language used across the United Republic, but as Pema alternates between her buttocks with harsh, punishing swats the incendiary pain blooming across her cheeks makes her slip up. The mother pauses, hand poised in the air.
"What was that?" she says coldly.
"N-nothing!"
Pema is not fooled. "Open your mouth." A hand grasps Korra's thick ponytail and yanks her head up when she's slow to obey. "Now. And stick out your tongue."
Korra doesn't know why but the pull on her hair is making her scalp burn, so she does as she's told. "There, are you happy now?" she says, though with her mouth hanging open and drooling onto the floor the words are hardly understood. Pema lets go of her ponytail and for a moment the girl thinks her satisfied with the show of obedience. Then all of a sudden a raw pepper swiped off the chopping board behind the woman is ground onto the pink, quivering tip of her tongue.
The girl shrieks. Pema's hand returns to her buttocks with a thunderous clap.
"I will not tolerate your savage curses under my roof!"
Her mouth is on fire. Korra pants desperately, screaming as the airbending matriarch spanks her to tears. The flesh of her ass ripples with each strike, skin warmly tinted red. No matter how she fights Korra can't get away from Pema's punitive palm and her tongue and every part of her mouth it touches burns. The final slap is delivered with resounding force and the girl wildly kicks her legs, bucking on the woman's lap.
"Be quiet," Pema tells her plainly afterwards, "or I will make you count again."
Korra trembles as the mother caresses her inflamed cheeks, pressing her trembling lips shut.
"Have you learnt your lesson?"
She nods quickly. "Yes!"
"Yes, who?"
Korra squeaks as fingers sink into her. "Yes, Pema! I have. I have!"
The woman slowly strokes the girl's bottom. "Hmm. I don't think I agree."
Korra starts to whine pathetically, fat tears leaking down her cheeks. "No more, Pema. Please, no more!"
And not just because it hurts.
"That is for me to decide. Now get up."
Her hands immediately move around to cover her exposed, shining red globes once Korra is on her feet. She turns her tear-streaked face down, afraid to look Pema in the eye. The woman casts the sharp scrutiny of her gaze over her, crossing one leg over the other. Korra whimpers when she reaches forward after a long moment, hooking a finger into her panties.
"What's this?" Pema mutters. "You're dripping wet."
"I-I couldn't hold it in," Korra tries to lie, her face growing hot.
"This isn't your bladder's work," Pema says quietly, her mouth a cold, thin line. "You enjoyed being spanked, didn't you? You filthy girl."
Korra frantically shakes her head. "No, no!"
"To your room," the woman cuts across her, "go."
And as she rises to follow, Korra glimpses Pema slide a short wooden spoon off the kitchen counter.
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