Title: Fairy Tail's Spanking Fest!
Summary: This story is just a lighthearted fanfiction about several girls in the guild getting spanked. This is only going to be one chapter.
Warning: Contains profanity and multiple pairs of M/F spanking with the usage of different implements
Pairs Included: Gajeel/Levy, Gray/Juvia, Natsu/Lucy, Laxus/Mirajane, and Jellal/Erza
General Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail or any Fairy Tail characters. I am not making money off of this story.
Levy, not feeling happy at all about the previous quest she went on with her other Shadow Gear members, sits at a lone table in the back, sulking. With her elbow supported by the wooden surface, she leans her head against her hand. A thick book is open in front of her, and to someone who doesn't know Levy very well, they would think she is simply reading, but Gajeel isn't "someone" to Levy. By the slight downturn in the corner of her mouth and how her eyes are unfocused while looking at the pages of the book, Gajeel knows something is going on with her.
He walks over to where she is sitting and leans over the back of the bench to get a look at her.
"Hey, small stuff, what's the matter? Couldn't find the same book that you've read a thousand times already?" He chuckles at his own teasing words, finding them funnier than Levy seems to. Now, it's his turn to frown at the fact that he's struggling to cheer her up. It doesn't even appear as if she heard him. "Hey, doll…"
Again, he doesn't receive a response from the script mage.
He puts a hand on her shoulder, snapping her out of her thoughts. She jumps a little, feeling as if his hand landed on her shoulder out of nowhere. Levy looks up at him with her mouth in the shape of an O.
"Oh, hey, Gajeel. I didn't see you there."
"Yeah, I thought as much. What's going on with you? You're all sad. Did something happen?"
Levy looks down at the table top and sighs. "I went on a job with Jet and Droy, and things didn't turn out that great. It was way over our heads. I didn't think it was a good idea to take it, but Jet convinced me that we should. I just feel so weak sometimes."
Gajeel looks at the back of her wavy hair with steely eyes. He does not like her talking about herself like that. "You're not weak, Levy. Don't say that."
Feeling a sudden burst of anger, Levy turns to look up at him, words rolling off her tongue as they come to her mind. "What would you know, Gajeel?! You're an iron dragon slayer! You're so powerful. You have no idea what it's like to be me...to be little and weak!"
Gajeel, having enough of her nonsense, picks her up by the back of her dress collar. Levy kicks her legs, her hands go to his on the back of her collar to try to make him let go.
"Gajeel, what are you doing? Put me down!"
He ignores her pleas, however. Walking over to a table, he props his foot up on a bench, throws her over his knee, and transforms his hand into an iron paddle.
Gajeel starts spanking her with purpose, and the embarrassment tints Levy's cheeks the color of roses.
"Don't ever let me hear you call yourself weak, little girl. You got that?"
"Yes, Gajeel, please! Stop!"
"Hell no, we only just started. I'm gonna drill this lesson into your stubborn ass so that you never call yourself weak again."
Levy buries her head in her arms and whines, "This is humiliating! Ouch!"
Natsu enters the guild hall with Happy flying by his side. He pauses his conversation due to hearing all of the commotion. He looks around to find the source of the noise, and his jaw almost hits the floor when he sees Levy struggling to get off of Gajeel's thigh as he brings a mean-looking paddle down across her rear several times. Natsu runs over to Gajeel to see what's going on in case this is unjust and he needs to step in.
"Hey, man, what's the deal here?"
Gajeel pauses Levy's punishment. She lets out a sigh of relief and puts a hand back to rub her butt.
He looks at Natsu. "Shrimp called herself weak. I'm trying to get it through her thick skull that she's not."
"My skull can't be any thicker than yours, metal head," Levy lets out in one swift breath of idiotic defiance.
"What did you just say? Oh, you're in for it now." He snatches her wrist to prevent her from soothing her bottom any further and resumes the spanking. Gajeel brings the paddle down with an intense force behind his arm, causing her to squeal and kick her legs even harder.
"I take it back! I take it back! I'm sorry!" Levy shouts in absolute misery.
Natsu watches with awe and runs over to Gray to ask if the ice mage can do something similar to Gajeel.
Gray tells him, "I've never tried it before, but I guess I can give it a go." He assumes a stance where his feet are shoulder width apart and places his fist in the center of his palm. "ICE MAKE CANE!" A cane appears out of a mist of frost in his hand, and he chuckles to himself when he spots Juvia, who is standing behind a column, watching him with an unhealthy mixture of love and desperation.
He smirks and strides over to her trembling body. "You and I need to have a serious talk about what you pulled this morning."
Juvia, feeling timid about her love interest being in such close proximity, becomes a flustered and blushing mess. She can't think straight. Her memory concerning the events of that morning vanishes as her eyes focus on the handsome ice wizard. "I...I have no idea what you are referring to."
Gray cocks an eyebrow at her. He thinks she's trying to play innocent in order to get out of her punishment. "You went into my room again to steal one of my shirts."
Juvia now remembers him catching her in the midst of sniffing his navy blue tee.
"If you would just give me one, then I wouldn't have to steal it, my darling Gray."
"That's not happening. You're gonna take your caning, Juvia. I've had enough." He grabs her arm and turns her to the side.
She must not understand her predicament because she is happy to have him touching her. His grip is firm, just like his resolve to discipline her. He brings the sturdy cane down twice in a quick motion on the back of her dark blue dress and then watches her to gauge her reaction.
Juvia did not think it would hurt that badly, but she was so wrong. The two strikes cause her to writhe and yelp, but Gray doesn't let her go. Even though the cane is made of pure ice, the blow doesn't leave a cooling sensation. The implement stings with a freezing pain; it is unlike anything she has experienced before. Two more hits crash down on her bouncing cheeks, leaving parallel welts. The next four come down on the backs of her thighs, but she succeeds in holding back an unlady-like screech. Juvia resists the urge to struggle against Gray's grip. She reminds herself to stay strong and endure this discipline. She manages the pain better while thinking about how he must truly love her if he's taking the time to correct her actions and give her this much undivided attention.
Natsu looks at Happy as a bolt of excitement shoots through him. "I can try a fire dragon slayer whip! A fire dragon slayer flogger, a fire dragon slayer slipper, or a fire dragon slayer cane! Oooo...what about a fire dragon slayer belt? I have all of these ideas!"
Happy raises a question in his cute voice, "That's nice, but who are you gonna try it out on?"
Natsu scans the guild hall. His eyes land on one of his favorite quest partners approaching the exit to the building. "LUCY!"
Lucy heard his whole spiel while she sat at the bar and talked with Mirajane. She had hoped to creep out of the guild hall unnoticed because she had a feeling Natsu would try to rope her into this mess.
"Get away from me, Natsu!"
He chases her for what seems like an eternity in hell to Lucy, her breath held and heart clenched the entire time. She feels him grab her waist and lift her in the air, her back pressed against his chest. "NATSU, IF YOU EVEN USE ONE OF THOSE THINGS ON ME, I'LL KILL YOU! NATSUUUUUUU!"
Natsu carries her over to one of the unoccupied tables in the guild. He gently drops her onto the wooden surface. Landing on her side, she leans on her arm and pushes up to get off of the table. The fire dragon slayer, being much stronger than she is, turns her on her back and takes the heels of her boots in one hand. Bent in half with her knees to her chest, she feels completely defenseless in this position, and wriggling only makes the hem of her skirt inch closer towards her hips.
Natsu, towering over her, looks into her eyes. "Quit squirming unless you want the whole guild to see your panties." He laughs mischievously as he makes a belt-shaped strip of fire appear in his hand.
Lucy doesn't want to watch, but the scene plays out right before her eyes with Natsu directly in her line of sight. The flaming belt crashes down against her vulnerable rump, little tendrils biting her skin. The burn sinks deep into her flesh, and she twists as she tries to avoid the oncoming licks.
Laxus, with a bag slung over his shoulder, returns to the guildhall from completing an S-Class job. He looks confused at first upon entering because of Juvia, Lucy, and Levy's predicament, but then he spots a young lady with long white hair and can't help but smile as an idea comes to him.
Mirajane breaks out into a sweat and gulps. She looks around, and is so glad when she doesn't see Laxus. She thinks, Maybe, he hasn't come back from his quest yet. If I can just sneak out the back, I might be able to avoid him. I just don't want to get caught up in this...whatever this is.
Her white hair peaks above the counter as she bends down to put away her apron under the bar. When she straightens up, she feels arms with bulking muscles wrap around her, confining her. She looks over her shoulder, seeing a haughty expression displayed on Laxus's face.
"So, Mira, what do you say we play a little game of our own?" He doesn't give her the time to answer as he spins her around and puts her over his shoulder, carrying her into the chaos that has become a spanking fest of some sort.
As he walks by his guildmates, Laxus sees that they are using their magical abilities to spank the mages. Another idea forms, so he shifts Mira from over his shoulder to over his forearm as he holds her tightly against his waist. She tries to get her footing, but her feet don't touch the ground. She is horrified by the thought of enduring a spanking from Laxus in front of the guild.
"So much for trying to sneak out…" she says with her head hanging low.
Laxus only laughs as he manifests a lightning whip. "You know, Mira, you have such a pretty dress on. It's a shame I'm gonna have to ruin it to get to your bare ass."
They both know Laxus could simply lift her dress and further humiliate her. However, Mira knows that Laxus is only doing this to prolong her impending doom. The first lash from the whip lands directly across the center of Mira's butt in a horizontal line. She puts her hands over her mouth to keep her shrieks to herself. Despite all of the screaming, crying, and smacking that is taking place around them, Laxus can still hear her muffled wails. This only motivates him to continue striking the She Devil with as much vigor as he can put into his arm.
Erza sits at the bar with Jellal and sighs.
"What's the matter?" Jellal queries.
"Well...everyone seems to be having so much fun playing this game. Even Mira has someone to play with."
"Laxus!" Mira finally cries when she feels the lightning dragon slayer's whip finally crack down on her bare skin. The shredded fabric of her dress lays underneath her dangling feet. She pushes against his thigh for an attempted escape that seems futile. "It hurts too much! Please, Laxus!"
"Didn't you know it's supposed to hurt, Mira?" He chuckles as he watches her marked ass jiggle while she shifts from side to side. She crosses her ankles to keep a modicum of dignity, but all of her remaining attempts at modesty become lost when the blazing whip makes contact with her thighs. She squeals from the pain, legs flailing, chest heaving. Sobs and pleas for clemency roll from her lips but, unfortunately for her, fall upon a determined man's ears.
Lucy looks over and shouts, "WHEN THE HELL DID LAXUS GET HERE?!"
Natsu lectures, "Uh-uh-uh. That's gonna cost ya some extra licks. Get ready for the heat, Lucy, 'cause I'm all fired up now!" He lets out a crazed howl that only the Salamander can vocalize.
Lucy's eyes widen before throwing her head back and wailing at the top of her lungs when she feels another scorching line of fire make contact with her bubble butt. "Are you trying to burn my skin off?!"
Natsu chuckles and continues to spank her with his fire dragon slayer belt.
Erza looks back at Jellal and continues, "I just wish I had someone to play this game with. I guess I feel left out."
Jellal thinks, Does she seriously think this is a game? It all started because Gajeel was punishing Levy for calling herself names.
Coming to terms with his decision, he stands up. "Well, I can see how it would be embarrassing for you to ask for me to be your partner in a game like this, so why don't I save you the trouble?"
Erza smirks with a playful twinkle in her eye. She stands up to face Jellal. "I won't make this easy for you."
"I wouldn't dream of it."
"I'll requip faster than you can utter one of your spells."
"We'll just have to see about that, won't we?"
"Purgatory Armor," Erza says fiercely. Black armor instantly covers her body.
Jellal opens his palm to face Erza and says with every ounce of confidence, "Heavenly Body Magic, Stars of Restraint!"
Erza looks up at the ceiling to find light beams crashing through the roof towards her, and she uses her sword to cut through them. She looks at Jellal with a smirk. "Is that the best you've got?" She tries to step towards him, but her feet don't move. Her ankles are bound to the floor by the celestial restraints from Jellal's spell.
The Fairy Queen's mind reels with confusion. "What? How?! I didn't even see that one get past me!"
Jellal controls her ankle-to-floor restraints. They glide behind her as he forces her to walk towards the bar. She tries to fight against the magical force, but the restraints cause her feet to move despite her protests.
Jellal pushes Erza to bend over the counter's surface, but Erza still hasn't given up. She brings her sword up in an arc above her head and aims for the divine shackles. The former Wizard Saint grabs her wrists with one hand and part of the sword's hilt with the other. Looking straight into her dark brown eyes, he tears the weapon away from her. Steel clangs upon the floor when he releases it from his grasp.
With no weapon and both arms captured, Jellal finally forces her torso over the bar's counter. The blue haired wizard uses the same restraint magic as before on her wrists. Now, she is completely immobilized and at the full mercy of Jellal. She wriggles her hips, still having a lot of fight left in her, a quality he has always admired about the redhead.
Jellal leans over her back and whispers in her ear, "Everyone here is using implements made of their own power or with the aid of a spell, but they're all forgetting that they have a perfectly good tool readily available to them."
The air Jellal is commanding sends goosebumps down her arms. As she lifts her head and turns her ear towards him, she asks, "What is it?"
Jellal chuckles and spanks Erza with the flat of his palm. "Their own hands."
Erza gasps when she feels the bottom half of her armor break and crash to the floor next to her sword. She looks over her shoulder at him with sweat on her brow. "You...broke my armor? With one strike from your hand?"
Jellal nods. "That wasn't even my full strength. I just needed to get that bulky armor out of the way." He gently pats her black panty-clad butt a few times. "Now, the real fun can begin."
Erza feels Jellal's hand leave her rear for a few short moments before he replaces the feeling with a sharp burn. The redhead's eyes widen as Jellal smacks her bottom relentlessly.
When the throbbing ache becomes too intense, Erza groans and curls her fingers against the counter. "Jellal, please!"
"Please, what? Would you like more, or would you like for me to go harder?" He asks sardonically.
Her thighs quiver, her body quakes, her eyes scrunch together tightly from the next round that he delivers.
"Both!" She can't believe she just said that, and neither can Jellal. She gasps from mortification at her own confession. The sting burns so much, yet she yearns for more, especially at the hands of the powerful heavenly body wizard. She loves that he took control, she loves being in his restraints, and she loves being at the hands of his mercy. It's giving her a break, one that she wants to relish in for as long as she can.
"What did you just say?" he asks her, just to be sure he heard her correctly.
"Both…please," is all she responds with.
Jellal, completely surprised, regains his composure and straightens up. "If that's what you really want, then I'd be more than happy to give it to you." He raises his hand, and as if it were a paint brush, he works on coloring Erza's bottom and thighs a crimson masterpiece.
Cries can be heard throughout the guild hall from several of the female members. Everyone drinks, laughs, and watches the men redden the cheeks of their partners in this spanking fest of some sort.
THE END.
I don't know how this ended up taking me almost a full year to write, but I hope you all enjoyed reading this just as much as I did writing it.