1Disclaimer: I do not own Disgaea: Hour of Darkness or any of the characters mentioned in this story. Be warned, this story contains the non-consensual spanking of a minor male. You have been warned.

Prince's Punishment

By: Goombasa

f/m, non-con

Laharl, the new overlord of the Netherworld was once again in a fit on his throne. "Where the hell is my breakfast!?" he shouted at the top of his lungs. He was 1313 years old, roughly thirteen by human standards. After his father's passing, it had taken him and his vassals a while to restore order to the Netherworld and pound the idea of Laharl being the overlord into everyone's skull. He wasn't exactly the nicest guy around though. He still wasn't despite the fallen angel, Flonne's attempts to open his eyes to the ideas of love.

Etna, his right-hand vassal, and though he wouldn't admit it, one of his closest friends, stood near his throne, sighing at his childish behavior. Sometimes he acted like he was so mature, but sometimes he just acted so much like the child that he was. She was 1470 years old, appearing to be around fourteen to humans. She had promised the late king Krechefskoy that she would make his son a great overlord, but it wasn't going over so well. She didn't have any memories of her parents due to an incident with a demon sire by the name of Maderas, but that is not really relevant to our story. "Prince, please calm down. I'm sure that your breakfast is on it's way!" Despite the fact that Laharl was officially the overlord, Etna decided to keep calling him 'Prince' as she had always done on their adventures. She thought of it as something of a nickname for him now.

Laharl pouted a bit as he sat in the throne, which was far to big for him at this stage in his life. "Damn it, Etna, I asked those prinnies in the kitchen to finish my meal a half-hour ago! What is taking them so damn long?!"

Etna winced a bit at Laharl's tone and the language that he was using. Sure, it wasn't very unusual to hear a bad word pass a demon's lips, but for one so young, it was rather obscure. She, herself didn't have the cleanest mouth around, but no one seemed to care what she said since she was only a vassal. She was about to spout off her own colorful response to his, but then the fallen angel, Flonne, skipped into the room in her usual, cheerful way, followed by several prinnies who were carrying a lot of plates which could only be Laharl's breakfast. "Hi, Laharl! I'm sorry that it took so long, but we wanted to make sure that we got everything just right for you this morning."

Flonne had used to be a celestian, an Angel Trainee to be precise. She was 1521 years old, making her older than Laharl and Etna, even though she sometimes acted a bit less intelligent than her age. She even looked younger than the two of them. She was shorter than Etna as well, coming up to about Laharl's height. She was always talking to Laharl about love and kindness , even though he had started to look at them with less malice since she had met him, despised and denounced the notions without a second though. Flonnne had originally been sent to the Netherworld by the Seraph of Celestia to kill Laharl's father, but she later found that she had arrived two years too late for such a task. She stayed in the Netherworld in order to gather information on wether or not demons were capable of love. As time rolled on, she saw that they did have love and kindness in their hearts, even if they expressed it in odd ways. Eventually, however, her staying in the Netherworld lead to a battle in Celestia where she harmed her own kind, a grave sin to angels. As punishment, the Seraph changed her into a fallen angel, which is why she now remains in the netherworld with Laharl and Etna, her two best friends, even if they didn't want to admit it.

The prinnies set the trays of food in front of him. "Here ya go, dood! A feast fit for a king!"

Laharl snorted and started to stuff his mouth with food, not even bothering to say thank you. Flonne just smiled, she was used to his lack of manners by now. The prinnies left, going back to the kitchen to get started on lunch. Flonne sighed and started to walk away to see what she could do when, surprisingly, Etna walked beside her. "Oh, hi Etna! Was there something that I could do for you?" she asked.

Etna shook his head. "Na, I was just wondering if I could join you for a bit, the prince's table manners are not really something that I like seeing."

Flonne giggled. "Yeah, I know what you mean." She smiled happily as her and Etna walked towards the garden, which really held nothing more than a few dead trees and some wilting bushes.

Etna sat down near a tree and shook her head. "Flonne, have you noticed the prince's behavior lately?"

Flonne tilted her head. "What do you mean, Etna? Isn't he always like this?"

Etna shook his head. "Well, yeah, he is usually is a rude, ill-mannered, foul-mouthed, and ill-tempered brat, but it's been worse than usual lately. I mean, he had actually started thanking people a month ago, but he just suddenly stopped and went back to staying silent when people did what he asked."

Flonne thought back a bit to about two weeks ago when she had brought in the mail for Laharl. He had started reading 'The Daily Corpse' (The netherworld's newspaper) and he had actually looked up from the funny papers to thank her! It had been a bit delayed and he sounded a bit bored when he said it, but he had still thanked her for doing him a favor. Then, just now, he hadn't even said thank you. "Yeah, I see what you mean, Etna... wonder what's going on with him."

Etna sighed and casually examined her fingernails. "What's wrong is the fact that he thinks that he can do whatever he wants because he's the overlord now. But he's still just a kid. A naughty brat of a kid, but still a kid."

Flonne giggled. "Well, maybe as time progresses, he'll see that being kind does have it's rewards."

Etna gave Flonne an odd look. "Laharl was right, you are a love freak."

Flonne giggled. "I'll take that as a compliment."

The two girls talked for a while more, mostly centered around some of the interesting things that had been happening in the netherworld as of late, such as the Sea of Gehenna, a large tourist attraction in the netherworld, overflowing. Magma was spread for a good radius and a lot of places were still being rebuilt. As they finished their talking, there was a loud crash from within the castle, followed by Laharl shouting, "YOU OAF! WATCH WHAT YOUR DOING, YOU DAMN CLUMSY BASTARD!"

Etna shook her head. "He doesn't realize that he might end up losing a lot of vassals if he keeps this up. Shouting at your servants is not the best way to build good relations with them."

Flonne nodded and stood up, about to head in, when none other than Laharl himself stormed out of the castle into the garden. "God damn, clumsy little ghost, if I had a sword..." he continued to mumble to himself as he passed Etna and Flonne. "Laharl, who was that you were just yelling at?"

Laharl turned back to Flonne. "It was just that stupid spirit, Ghoss... honestly, why my father kept that guy around is beyond me."

Flonne frowned. Ghoss was a ghostly vassal who was very sensitive about his clumsiness. "Laharl, did you ever think that maybe you hurt Ghoss's feelings when you yelled at him like that? He does tend to be a bit sensitive about being so clumsy."

Laharl snorted and crossed his arms. "As if I give a damn. A demon shouldn't be so clumsy!"

Flonne frowned. "Laharl, he can't help it if he is clumsy, you're being unfair and stereotypical!"

Laharl looked at Flonne dangerously. "Flonne, I'm the overlord! If you don't like how I work things, then go back to that gay flowery place that you came from."

Flames leaped into Flonne's eyes. "WHAT?! How could you speak of Celestia like that, Laharl, it used to be my home!"

Laharl scoffed. "And I say that it's gay! Now shut up and go do something useful for once!"

Flonne's eyes filled with tears. "Laharl, you... you..."

Laharl smirked. "Go on, Flonne, shout at me, cuss at me! It would be a nice change from the usual love-preaching you."

Flonne took in a deep breath and tried her best to keep the few tears in her eyes from running. She turned on her heel and started to walk away, a few sobs heard from her.

Etna, who had remained silent this whole time, narrowed her eyes at Laharl. Even after all that Flonne had put herself through for him, he still treated her like dirt... and this was the first time that she had ever really cried about it. "Laharl, I think that you should apologize to Flonne." she said forcefully. "Otherwise, I might not be so nice as to just ask you next time."

Laharl quirked an eyebrow at his right-hand vassal. "Etna, don't tell me that love freak is starting to wear off on you too! Geez, I'm surrounded here! And don't go threatening me again! I could have you beheaded for that. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go and beat up some Item World residents to work off some steam!" He left without another word, a confident air around him.

Etna clenched her hands for a second, growling at where he had been standing. "So that's the way that you want to play the game, huh prince? Well alright, but don't say that I didn't warn you." Etna cracked her knuckles and walked up to one of the dead trees. They were dead, but sturdy and well-seasoned. Their branches were hard to break and were almost as hard as stone. It took her a while, but she did manage to break one off of the ancient tree. Afterwards, she headed back into the castle to grab a few more things that she thought she would need. She headed into the kitchen and looked at all the prinnies scurrying around. "Hey guys, could I borrow a spatula and a wooden spoon?" she asked innocently. The prinnies knew better than to question her so they gave her the wooden spoon and the spatula without delay. She carried the thin tree branch, the wooden spoon, and the spatula back to her room and hid them under her bed. Next, she went over to her closet and drew out a long leather belt that she had for her own skimpy outfits. She also grabbed a hairbrush from her dresser and put them under her bed. Finally, she headed down to the recreational room that the palace held and grabbed a ping-pong paddle from one of the tables there, bringing it back and hiding it under her bed. Now, all she had to do was wait for the prince to return from Item World, which would probably take an hour or so...

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Laharl arrived back at the castle from Item World late at night, almost nine o' clock by the Netherworld clock. He stretched a bit and prepared for a nice long sleep in his bed, which was really a coffin. He headed up the long flight of stairs towards his room when he saw someone in the shadows. Quickly he turned to see who it was, but he was relieved to find that it was only Etna. "Etna, what are you doing up this late?" he asked.

Etna gave him a rather disturbing grin. "I could ask the same about you, prince."

Laharl snorted. "I'm the overlord. I can be where I want, when I want."

Etna shook his head. "There's a lot more to being an overlord than just doing what you want prince and evidently, you don't have any of the qualifications to be an overlord."

Laharl's face flushed in anger. "WHAT?!" he half asked, half shouted. "What do you mean, Etna?"

Etna sighed. "You yell at your vassals, you expect everyone else to do everything for you, and you have no manners or patience whatsoever."

Laharl scoffed. "So?" he asked defiantly.

Etna fumed and grabbed Laharl by the ear, causing him to yelp. "I've had it with you, Laharl! And everyone else has too! You're gonna shape up, even if I have to make you!" She started to drag him into her room.

Laharl struggled a bit, trying to get his ear out of the older demon's grip. "Etna, what the hell do you think you're doing?"

Etna growled as she entered her room, still dragging the young overlord by his ear. "I'm giving you something that you've needed for a long time, Laharl!"

Now Laharl knew that nothing good could come out of this. Etna never called him anything but 'prince' unless it was serious. Etna locked the door behind her and dragged the prince over to her bed, sitting down on it and pulled him over her lap, giving him no time to react. "E-Etna, what are you doing?" he asked, now a bit more scared than angry. Etna had some pretty scary thoughts that were always simmering in her head. "Let me go!" He demanded.

Etna growled and gave him a sharp slap over his shorts which caused him to yelp. "No way, Laharl! You've earned this, so deal with it!" She started to rapidly slap his bum with moderate hand slaps over his shorts which were still pretty painful since she was a strong demon for her age.

SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP!

Laharl winced and squirmed at every slap, his face red with a blush. He couldn't believe that he was over the lap of a girl who was barely older than him by demon standards and was being spanked by her! And she was his vassal to boot! This was humiliating! "Etna, stop!" he begged, not because of the pain, but because he was afraid of what this could do to his reputation if this ever got out.

Etna shook her head and slapped him harder. "Not a chance, Laharl! You brought this upon yourself, so deal with it!" She quickly landed several more hand spanks on his bum.

SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP!

Now it was starting to hurt, Laharl noted. He squirmed harder, but Etna kept him pinned to her lap. When he felt her stop suddenly, he thought it was over and was about to make a snide comment of how wussy her slaps had been when he felt her slightly warmed fingers grab the waistband of his shorts and pull them down. "Etna, no! Don't!" he shouted, not only afraid of the damage she could do to his bare bottom, but also afraid of the embarrassment that he was going to suffer.

Etna looked down at his bottom, ignoring his pleas. It was a very light shade of pink, but it would be nice and crimson before she was done. She reached under her bed and pulled out the wooden spoon. "The warm up is over, Laharl! Time for you to take your real punishment!" She raised the spoon and brought it down on his right cheek, quickly raising it again and bringing it down on his opposite cheek.

SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP!

Laharl was now kick his feet as he slap stung his unprotected buttocks. He remembered that he had received similar punishments like this from his mother when he had done something very wrong, but none of them were this bad. Maybe five hand slaps on his bare bottom, but that was it! No, she had never done anything like this. Laharl let out a loud yelp after each smack and he kept kicking. Tears started to come to his eyes bit he didn't let them fall. He wouldn't cry in front of her, no matter how brutal the punishment became.

Etna laid down the spoon, satisfied with the work that it had down on Laharl's bottom. Once again, she reached under her bed and drew out the paddle that she had taken from the recreational room. She raised it and brought id down hard on Laharl's bum, this time holding nothing back.

WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK!

As the blows from the paddle landed on Laharl, he started to whimper slightly, but no tears fell. He still held them back, his face now flushed more from the resistance he was using not to cry instead of embarrassment. He kicked and squirmed harder, but Etna's strong grip kept him right where she needed him: on her lap and under the paddle.

After about five minutes of paddling him, Etna let the paddle drop onto her bed and she reached under it again, shifting around until she drew out the hairbrush. Laharl shook his head. "Etna, no more, stop!"

Etna sighed. "I guess..." Laharl let out a breath of relief as she put the hairbrush down, but the fear that he had felt returned again as she reached under her bed again. "We'll just skip the hair brush and the spatula and got straight to the belt then."

Laharl's eyes widened as she drew out the long leather belt. He shook his head. "Etna, no, please, not with the belt!"

Etna grinned and looped the belt so that she was holding bot ends. "I never though that you would turn into a coward from a little spanking." She let the leather come to rest with his red bottom, making in wince and take in a sharp breath. "Can you feel that Laharl?" she asked. Laharl didn't answer. Etna frowned and raised the belt, bringing it down hard on his bum, making him cry out and, at last, making a few tears spill from his eyes, a red lash now across his butt. "Answer me!"

Laharl nodded vigorously. "Yes, yes, I can feel it, please stop, Etna!"

Etna shook her head and raised the belt again. "I'll stop when I think that you've learned your lesson!" She brought the belt down in a hard arc on his bum, making him cry out again, a few tears spilling, but nothing more than that. She repeated the process a third time... a fourth... a fifth... a sixth... finally, after thirty hard strokes, she stopped and laid the belt to rest next to the other items on her bed.

Laharl was openly sobbing now, the pain to great for even him to bare. He didn't care what she told anyone else, he just wanted the pain to end. "Is... is it over?" he asked, like the child that he was.

Etna shook her head. "Sorry, Laharl, but we still have one more tool to get by." She reached under her bed one final time to reveal a large tree branch and Laharl started struggling as he saw it. "N-no! Etna, I've learned my lesson, truly, I have! Don't use that on me!"

Etna sighed a bit. "Sorry, Laharl, but you brought this on yourself." She quickly repositioned his legs so that they were in between both of her so he could no longer move his upper legs. Etna took careful aim with her birch and brought it down on Laharl's behind, his tears running freely and he struggled to get loose to no avail again. "NO! Etna, no more!" he begged.

Etna just shook her head and brought the Birch back down on his bum again, this time a bit harder, leaving a long red lash there that was even a darker shade than the rest of his bottom. She followed through with this twenty more times, making sure to pause after each stroke to let the impact sink in. By the time she was finished, Laharl was now laying limp over her lap, not struggling or anything. "No more... please no more..." he begged.

Etna smiled a bit and put the birch down. "It's over, Laharl. I just hope you understand why I did that."

Laharl nodded vigorously. "I do, I do!" He quickly got up from her lap and pulled up his pants, wincing as it contacted his sore bum. "I promise Etna, I'll be nicer to my vassals."

Etna smiled a bit. "Good. Just remember, I was the one who promised your dad that you would be a wonderful overlord. I'm just helping you along."

Laharl actually smiled. "Believe me, I think you did." He walked back to his room, sleeping on his stomach that night, which was very uncomfortable in a coffin.

Etna sighed and laid down in her own bed, smiling as she fell asleep. She knew that she had done what she needed to do and that made her happy, but... for some odd reason, she really hoped that Laharl would need a reminder of the promise he had just made to her in the future...

THE END