Notes: Maraki is not a Mary sue and she'll kill you if you say that! -.- So will I, you accusers of Mary-Sue-age…rawr Well, enjoy!

A day after the incident with herself and Etna beating their boys, Ma-chan was fixing her room up in typical Maraki style—tiny skull lanterns hanging from the ceiling, soft silk bedclothes on the 4-poster in the corner, a little pile of skull-print pillows for reading during rainy days, Taro's junk stuffed willy-nilly into the closet (they were sharing a room and he has absolutely no idea how to clean), Cerberus's bed, a fuzzy gray chair, bookcase and a separate, neat area for Maraki's own possessions.

"Whew…" Maraki flopped into the chair after completing a long day on the job and getting her allotted 5000 Hell. A Prinny accompanied her and flipped channels on the TV. "Hey, Orka?" Maraki said.

"Dood?" The prinny cast an eye upon the girl, dressed in her nurse's dress and hat. Maraki had been a medic in the army not too long ago…probably about two years. Her tail twitched and she spoke.

"Do you know of any…a-hem…fetish shops where I can find stuff?" The prinny nodded. "Just on Sacrifice Street. Turn towards the statue of the girl in chains and it's right behind there, dood."

"Can do, Orka!" Maraki had a little stash hidden away at the bottom of her secret box under the bed. She kept a small love note Taro had written to her when she was 12 inside, along with her money and some incense. Scooping the Hell into her coin purse, she dropped the little skull-print pouch into a satin bag and headed out the door. Besides…she couldn't have anything ordinary for whipping her dear brother, now could she?

Taro sat in the bathtub, meditating on his sister. She was the prettiest thing ever…why couldn't he get that damn spanking out of his mind? Ma-chan…he had almost taboo feelings of love for her…but why was it such a turn-on to be beaten? "Gaah!" Taro sunk under the water, making the Devil Duckie on top of the water spin around.

Meanwhile, Maraki wrote a quick little note on her skull note cube.

Brother dear, I must go out…for unknown reasons (teehee). Being the kind, generous older sister I am, I left a snack out for you and you can have the computer and TV to yourself until I get home…Just don't go diggin' around in my closet (lol!)

Love,

Your sweet, sweet sister Maraki-chan

True to her word, the girl left out some peppermints and a Cinnamint heart for her brother, and departed.

"What a lovely day!" Truth be told, it was raining like there was no tomorrow, but then that was nothing her ruffled gray-and-white parasol couldn't help with. Cerberus was, believe it or not, terrified of thunderstorms and had stayed home out of fright. "Hrm…Orka better not be leading me on!" Ma-chan poked around the street until she found the shop. She immediately blushed a bright shade of red and almost dropped her bags. "EWW! Zera's Bondage and SM Emporium! What kind of a tawdry place is this!" Maraki smacked herself on the head. "Dang it! If any of the officials are there, word will get out that I'm some kind of perv! Oh well…I can always deny the fact that it's me…but this is so embarrassing!" Maraki finally made up her mind and gingerly stepped in the door, as if it might bite her, but held her parasol in front of her face to hide her identity.

"Hullo, dear. What can I get for you?" Zera croaked. She was middle-aged and had bright orange hair cut into a pageboy.

"Err…do you sell spanking stuff?" Maraki fidgeted with her coin purse, rather embarrassed.

Zera took a couple long drags on her cigarette. She looked into Maraki's downcast eyes, studied the girl and finally spoke.

"You got someone you're dommin', hon?"

"Well…I guess you could say that…" The girl grinned shyly.

"Be rough with 'im." Zera grinned and winked. "Back in my heydays I starred in a couple'a those blue movies…was a dom. oh yeah, whips and stuff are around the corner of the corsets."

Maraki bowed low and resumed her search. First she thought she'd check out some corsets. But…these didn't cover anything at all…

WHY did I let that prinny tell me that this was the right place to go! Maraki thought. Her face turned an even deeper shade of pink, but she reassured herself that virtually nothing was taboo in the world of demons.

With that in mind, about 20 minutes later Ma-chan had found a French martinet, a leather collar and a school cane. "Hrm…maybe I'm losing my timid side…" She scooped the Hell out onto the counter and thanked Zera, then headed on out, her nose buried in a book and ready to go home.

Entering the huge palace, she waved hello to Flonne and Etna. "Hi guys! Oh, you'll NEVER believe what I got at the place Orka sent me to! Head on back to my room and I'll show you…and get a nice fire started!" Skittering back to her room she noticed something as she dropped her bags on the bed. Taro wasn't there!

"Er…Ma-chan?" Flonne said.

"Mmhm, Flonne, what is it, hon?" Maraki murmured, looking at the clock. It was 5:30 PM. Hoo boy…Taro was in for some PAIN when he got home.

"Er…Taro left with Laharl...he socked poor Etna in the gut and tried to tear my dress off…." Flonne blushed an insane shade of red.

"Ooooh! Nobody does that to my Flonne and Etna-sempai!" Maraki rose from the bed, holding the French whip in her hands. "It's a martinet. They say the punished boy is supposed to dancewhen you're finished…or you haven't beaten him enough." Maraki smirked. "And judging from how mad I am at him right now, he's gonna be in for it…bad." Ma-chan's fangs were semi-visible against her red lipstick. "I'll even let you guys help. See the cane I bought?"

"It's gorgeous!" Etna clapped her hands. "Maybe we can get Laharl in here…double spankings, teehee!"

"Lovely." Maraki opened her closet and dug around for her nightshirt. "You guys need some pajamas? It's 7:00 already…"

"Ne, I got mine." Flonne said, holding up a feathered silk heart-print nightgown.

"Eh, go ahead and throw me something'", said Etna, lounging on the shag rug and channel-surfing to Who Wants to Be Thrown In The Lava Pool?

Maraki buttoned the skull-shaped buttons on the oversized long-sleeved silk dress shirt and tossed Etna a similar one with bat-winged buttons.

"Good lord, that boy gets into trouble…" The maid of the underworld dragged out the flogging block and sat the martinet and the cane on top of it. "I wonder if dear Mama and Papa in the world beyond would be proud of me for looking after him so well…" She grinned.

"Aww…" Etna walked over and embraced the girl. "They'd be overjoyed to see how maturely you're handling this. Juggling a job from my husband Lord Tightass and your bratty brother has to be hard…" Etna suppressed a giggle. "Eeek…I just said that about the overlord…oooh, he might kiiiiill me…" It was just a friendly joke, nothing more, but something was terribly amusing about it.

Maraki laughed so hard her belly hurt. "Do you know how hard you make me laugh? Do you?" She smiled prettily and brought out a set of teacups. "Might as well enjoy ourselves a little before the real fun begins."

Maraki watched the people answering questions and curled up in her chair to see the contestants get flung into the magma. Suddenly there was a banging around in the front of the palace and the maid slipped out of the room to see what was going on.

"Taro, that was GREAT! I am sooooo wasted…" Laharl groaned. He stumbled through the doors and almost stabbed Maraki with his sword.

"Move it, ya fussy old hen!" Taro squawked, squeezing Maraki's chest in an attempt to keep himself from falling.

Maraki was irate. "Do you know how worried I was, brother dear? DO YOU!" she hissed, picking him up by the back of his black duster coat.

"Geez, Hoity-Toity…you sure are mad at me just for one little evening out to get drunk and terrorize the Succubi…" Taro slurred.

"My name is not Hoity-Toity, Taro, and you're about to get your just desserts…" Maraki steered both the boys towards her room.

Laharl gulped gently as he saw Etna standing there, her hands on her hips and her foot gently tapping against the ground. She came forward and he tried to cover his initial nervousness with a quick, "Hi, honey!"

Etna quickly backed away, coughing gently and pinching her nose. "In the name of all that is unholy, Laharl, how much have you been drinking!" she demanded.

Laharl gulped. "Two or five bottles of um... Demon Daze whine."

Flonne's eyes widened. "Demon Daze! But that stuff is so powerful, most demons would fall flat on their back after the first shot!"

Etna quickly closed the door and Makari turned off the television, all three of the women looking at the two boys, who looked nervously back. Taro cleared his throat a bit and looked at his sister as serenely as a drunk was able. "Makari, all we did was go out for a bit... just for a bit of fun."

Laharl quickly added, as Etna glared down at his crotch, "I didn't do anything with anyone!"

Taro nodded gently. "Yeah, Laharl kept saying, 'I'm married, I can't do that!' so cut him some slack here."

Etna's face softened a bit. Even when he was plastered, Laharl still loved her... but that didn't change the fact that he had broken her rule saying that he wasn't supposed to get plastered in the first place.

Flonne smiled a bit. "Well, Laharl, at least you didn't do anything that you would TRULY regret."

Makari nodded. "Yeah, unlike my younger sibling here. Now both of you, off with the pants and over the block."

Both of the boys jumped, noticing for the first time that there was a french whip, a cane, and a flogging block placed in the center of the room. Laharl gulped a bit and shook his head. "No way! Etna, I don't mind when you spank me, I actually enjoy it, but I refuse to let a vassal and a love freak participate in this!"

Etna frowned gently and walked over to him, taking his arm and pulling him close, kissing his cheek. "You listen here, honey, we've all decided that both of you, together, are getting very unruly as of late. I know you like it when I spank you, but at least this way, we won't have to worry about you getting excited while we whip your ass."

Both the boys protested thoroughly, but Makari and Etna quickly pulled them down over the block, which was easily big enough to fit three people, and grabbed thier pants, pulling them down. Makari gave a soft gasp when she looked at her brother's bottom, which was already pink, bordering a light shade of red. "What the hell! What is this!" she asked, tapping his butt gently.

Taro gulped a bit and shrugged. "I paid a few Succubi to do it, why?" he asked, as if it was no big deal.

Makari huffed and picked up the cane. "Well, in a few minutes, I think you're gonna wish that you hadn't done that." She motioned at Laharl's butt. "I think we should make them a bit even before we punish them both, ne?"

Etna nodded. "I agree. Flonne, why don't you go ahead and start it up."

If Laharl was shocked by his own wife's suggestion, Flonne was ten times as shocked. "Etna, but... I've never spanked anyone and Laharl is the overlord and you are his wife and... and..."

Etna shrugged. "Alright, here's another way to put it. As the queen of the netherworld, I order you to spank Laharl until his butt is just as pink as Taro's." She grinned and looked at Taro. "And when I get to you, little brat, I am going to have a lot of fun for you punching me in the gut."

Laharl gasped for a second. "You hit my wife!" he asked, turning to him, outraged now. Taro nodded meekly and Laharl growled a bit. "After this, I think we'll need to have a discussion concerning your rank as captain, Taro."

Taro gulped and nodded. "Hai... I am sorry, lord Laharl."

Makari's resolve wavered a bit, seeing her brother like that. This could cost him his job... but then again, Etna might talk Laharl out of firing him completely... maybe a leave of absence, or at worse, a demotion. She shook her head and sat down, waiting for Flonne to start.

Flone was still a little hesitant, but she approached Laharl and gave him one swift slap on his right buttcheek, causing the young overlord to gasp sharply and wince. Flonne was much stronger now than she had been when they had first met. Flonne noted how he reacted and repeated the action on his left cheek, gaining a similar result. Slowly, she built up her confidence and continued the pattern, left to right.

Smack, spank, spank, slap, smack, whap!

The cycle continued, with Laharl whimpering every so often until his bottom was almost a perfect match for Taro's. Flonne backed off, rubbing her sore hand a bit and smiling. "How's that?"

Etna giggled gently, swinging the whip absently. "Oh, that is so wonderful! If you don't look at their faces, those two asses could be twins!"

Makari grinned gently and stood up, tapping each of their butts lightly with the cane. "My turn! Oh, I certainly hope you have no objections, Etna-sama?"

Etna shook her head. "Go crazy, just don't wear them out before I get a turn."

Makari nodded gently and smiled a bit, standing to the left of her brother. raising the cane swiftly, she brought it down so that it struck both them bottoms at the same time, leaving a crimson streak across both their pinkish bottoms. Both the boys let out loud whimpers of pain and those only grew louder when the cane contacted their bare behinds a second time... then a third... a fourth...

Smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, switch, switch...

Tears streaked Taro and Laharl's face and dropped to the ground in front of them as their legs kicked out violently and their hands dug at the ground in front of them, seeking some relief, any relief from the punishment. After a good long while, Makari stopped, setting down the cane and examining their behinds. They were striped pink and red now and she smiled at her handywork, satisfied. She sat down and motioned to Etna. "Your turn, Etna."

Etna nodded, but she didn't commence right away, instead walking around to the front of the boys, taking Laharl's chin in her hands and forcing him to look at her. "Laharl, you know that I hate it when you go out like this... You promised me that you wouldn't drink so much anymore and that you would let me know honestly how long you would be gone..." She spoke softly, almost uncharacteristically softly, and soothingly.

Laharl sobbed a bit more and nodded gently to her. "Hai, I know Etna, and I promise I won't do it again and I'll make it up to you..."

Etna nodded and kissed his forehead. "That's great, but for right now, let's get this punishment overwith." She gave him another quick kiss, purposefully avoiding his lips because his breath still reeked of that awful whine. She walked back behind the two of them, raising the whip high and then slamming it down on Laharl's right cheek, this his left, then Taro's right, then his left. She repeated this pattern over and over again, the two boys sobbing again and again, loudly wailing actually. Taro's butt wiggled gently and Flonne blushed gently as she watched it, slightly transfixed by it. Her heart sped up a bit as his cheeks jiggled from the slapping and she suddenly felt as if she should have been the one to spank him, not some Succubus in a back alley somewhere. She shook her head of the thought and continued to watch.

After a good ten minutes, Etna set the whip down and nodded. "Alright, both of you into the corner for a while. You know the rules, no rubbing and no trying to get out of the corner."

The boys slowly got up, pain also in their legs as they walked over to the corner and stood their, hands in front of them, probably cupping their private areas. Etna, Makari, and Flonne giggled gently at this and sighed as the time ticked by. Finally, Makari nodded in satisfaction and took them by the soulder, leading them out of the corner and pulling their underwear and pants back up. She turned Taro to face her. "Alright, Taro, from now on, I expect to be informed of absolutely everything you do, young man." Taro nodded gently. "Hai, I am sorry, sister." He hugged her gently. Etna and Laharl also embraced and finally shared a kiss on the lips, though Etna could still taste the disgusting whine. Both boys walked out with hurried apologies and and goodbyes.

As soon as they were out of range, Laharl grinned. "I told you it would work."

Taro nodded and gently rubbed his butt. "Yeah, but I am a bit jealous that you were the one to get all the attention from Flonne."

Laharl shrugged. "I told you to wait until we got back, but you just had to have one from the succubi... and that is the last time I'm ever rinsing my mouth in that awful whine again."

Taro laughed a bit. "Thanks again for helping me out... I didn't know where else to turn about this."

Laharl shrugged. "Trust me, I know the feeling... and trust me on this, too, if you want a spanking from Flonne herself, you REALLY need to piss her off, something that is nigh impossible to do. I've seen her disappointed, frustrated, confused, and angered, but if you want a spanking, you'll have to get her enraged and good luck with that."

Taro nodded and grinned. "Don't worry, I'm sure I'll figure something out... again, I'm sorry I had to hit your wife, but I knew that that would almost guarentee her wanting a crack at me."

Laharl shrugged as he stopped in front of his room. "Don't worry, Etna's a tough bitch, she'll be fine. Now get back to your quarters before any of the girls come along or they might get suspicious."

Taro nodded and gave a swift salute before hurrying off towards his chambers, rubbing his butt periodically as he did so.

Laharl walked in and undressed, rubbing his sore arse and laying on his stomach on the bed as Etna came in. She smiled and walked over, joining him in the bed and cuddling up close, massaging his stinging arse. "I love you, you little brat."

Laharl nodded. "And I love you, you touch dominatrix." Then, they fell asleep in each other's arms.

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RichaCo's Notes: The ending was written by me, but a majority of the chapter was written by PP. I'll be the one writing the entire next chapter, so look forward to that. Also, as of this chapter, this fic will be moved to the M rated secion of the Disgaea section since it is getting a LOT more sexual now, lol. Look out for more chapters and more fics by me AND my wonderful friend the Purple Penguin!