[Based off of Laurent's supports with Morgan. Includes spanking. If you are not interested, do not read.]
Laurent sighed. When they had married, he had forbid Morgan mention her pastime tome stackers, nevermind have her follow up her promise by playing a game of it. Each game hightened the chance she would lose the knowledge he and his mother have researched. So it was time for Morgan to learn her place.
"Morgan? What do you have to say for your actions!" Laurent yelled, stepping into Morgan's tent. Morgan looked up, "Er, what is the problem sweetie?" she said sleepishly.
"What is THIS?" he withdrew the tomb, causing Morgan to look down blushing.
"A tome" "And what activity has it been used for?"
"Tome stackers..."
"And what chastening does tome stackers warrent?"
Morgan glanced at the floor, remember him word for word "Next time I stack tomes, you will 'chatise my breech until it shines carmine, bright engough to be seen from one end of the camp to the other'"
"Good memory, but it will not save you. Assume your position."
Morgan laid over Laurent's robe, feeling the air touch her tights as her robe was removed. "Your compeuppance shall last until your posterior burns dahlia," he said, feigning calmness. The feeling of his wife squirming on his lap made him worried, he had never done this before. Morgan did derseve it, so he contuined.
*pat*
Morgan barely felt the first few blows. She paused, surprised at the gentle-ness of the opening smacks.
"The first spanks will be lesser, to perpare your nerves."
Morgan gupled, writhing over the lap as the pats contuined. The feeling didn't even hurt, more just like her bottom was being groped. She blushed as her lions began to mostion from the contact.
Her tights were pulled down, followed by a gaint WHAP. She blushed as her panties [quiped with the mark of grima] were exposed, and yelped at the suddon pain.
"Ow! That hurts!"
"That's the locus of it, yes."
WHAP WHAP WHAP rang out as the spanks rained down on her panty-clad backside. Her bottom was in intence pain, neverless she countined to mosion, beyond her will.
Her bottom was now a light pink, as the panties were pulled down showing that...
"Erm, Morgan? You appear to have saturated."
Morgan blushed. "Yeah... It was beyond my will, I swear!"
Laurent sighed, as Morgan and him hadn't done the deed yet. He glanced at her tush, needing at least 50 smacks to fully redden. He decided to finish the spanking, as pre-planned.
SMACK SMACK SMACK Morgan began wailing, and squirming, crying over the pain. Regardless of her tears, her bottom became just as wet as her tears.
SMACK SMACK SMACK It countined until it burned her. He stopped suddenly, then said "Your final 10 thrashs will be with one of the tomes you used."
She braced for the pain, as the final 9 took turn smacking on each cheek.
SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT The final swat surprised her, as the tomb dipped into her privites the edge of it touching her clit. "L-laurent!" she cried, pleasure flushing her.
"There we go. Your punishment has been fufilled." Larent replied, ingoring the final hits effects.
Morgan glanced at him. "You are not going to leave me are you?"
"That was the plan, yes"
Morgan didn't like the thought of this. She needed something to give her release. "Well, I have been really bad. Mabye you should give me a few more smacks?" She then quietly added "like the last one?" blushing.
Laurent sighed, and picked up his tome again. It was going to be a long night.

[Thank you for reading. If you want this to be a series, leave a review telling me. I will probably be doing some Anna/Robin fanfiction in the future too.]