Old-timey discipline

There was a knock at the door causing Charlie to furrow her brow, she knew that signature knock all too well. It was the radio demon. The Princess of hell groaned and curled further into a ball on the large bed.

"Go away Alastor! I'm not in the mood for this right now." Charlie whined slipping further down under the large plush duvet so that it covered her head ensuring that the radio demon was unable to see her tear-stained blotchy face.

"Now, now, my dear, is that any way to talk to a friend that wants to help you?" Alastor reprimanded as he stepped further into the room closing the door shut behind him and locking it with his eldtritch magic. Alastor heard a little whimper coming from the other end of the room, grinning he straightened his lapels and headed in the direction of the bed.

Charlie's sobbing continued as the radio demon made his way over to the king-sized bed in the middle of the room. He gently peeled back the red and purple bed curtain revealing the small mound that was Charlie in the middle of the divan. The demon girl shot Alastor a glare.

"You don't want to help me, you only care about yourself asshole. Fuck you!" She shouted before returning to hide underneath the covers.

Alastor continued to grin but his eye twitched in irritation at the insult and he sat down upon the bed completely ignoring any respect for Charlie's personal space. He stretched his legs out crossing one over the other and made himself comfortable before giving the duvet covered Charlie a small tap with his cane.

"I wouldn't try that my dear. That sort of language will only land you in trouble and we don't want that do we?"

Charlie wriggled in indignation at the tap and poked her head up out of the covers to glare at Alastor who was leaning on the back of his hand grinning away like always. His smiling face was mere inches from her own and she couldn't help but blush slightly when she looked into his eyes. She was still much too pissed off with him to care however and she continued to give him an evil look.

"Get out my room, Alastor. Now!" She punctuated the last part of her sentence with a firm kick to Alastor's legs but it did nothing in the way to move him.

"Why, you're acting like quite the little brat, aren't you?" Alastor tutted. The radio demon whipped the duvet cover clean off Charlie and flung it off the end of the bed. He didn't give Charlie the chance to react before he had her under his arm and pulled her towards the edge of the bed where he slid his legs over the side of the bed and held the princess of hell across his knees.

"What are you doing!?" Charlie cried out in alarm and began to pummel Alastor's strong legs underneath her with her fists. "Let me go! You can't treat me this way. Vaggie, help! The radio demon is- ah!"

A firm smack of a gloved hand quickly put a stop to the wailing girl's punches with immediate effect.

"Alastor, you can't do this." Charlie hadn't been spanked since she was a child and it had always been her mom that had handed out the discipline in the house, her dad Lucifer had always been a soft touch and had found himself unable to dole out any kind of psychical chastisement, he had either grounded her or sent her to her room. To be put over a man's knee and smacked like she was some wayward child was unthinkable and embarrassing, especially when it was by a demon like Alastor.

However she didn't have time to add any further thought or comment before she felt another harsh smack hit her backside. The force of the blow sent her reeling forward and she clung to the bed linen to steady herself bunching the material up in her fists. The princess's thin pyjama bottoms offered little in the way of protection against the strong hand of the radio demon.

"This just won't do." Alastor slipped a gloved finger inside the waistband of Charlie's pyjamas and slipped them down to her knees in a single motion which elicited a shocked gasp from the princess.

Alastor wasted no time in delivering several particularly firm smacks to the now bare bottom stuck up in the air. Charlie wriggled beneath the radio demon and kicked her legs out wildly until Alastor began to slap them as well and she gave up, there was no point in trying to fight him any more, Alastor was much stronger than she and if he wanted to spank her then he was sure as hell going to do it.

"Good girl." Alastor said acknowledging Charlie's submission and he gave her head a gentle pat before straightening his leather glove. The radio demon's grin widened and he strummed his long fingers on the princess's now very red backside.

"Now, is there anything you would like to say, my dear?"

Charlie buried her head into the bed sheets. "Sorry." She managed to say, her words barely audible through the thick mattress.

"Pardon me, my dear, but I did not hear that."

Alastor returned to spanking Charlie's backside with swift strokes making sure that no area was left uncovered, this wasn't a hard task to accomplish considering how dainty and slim the girl was.

"Yes, my dear, a good old-fashioned spanking is indeed what you are in need of." Alastor grinned lasciviously. He continued to administer another dose of discipline until he was certain the girl had been properly chastised.

"Alastor, please. I'm sorry ok?" Charlie whimpered and clung to the demon's legs as she let out soft little cries. "There, there, my dear. Dry your tears and sit up for me, good girl."

The radio demon helped to ease the girl up and he adjusted her pyjama bottoms so that she was covered appropriately. "You didn't have to spank me, Alastor. I'm not a child and you're not my Dad."

Alastor grinned and placed a longer finger underneath Charlie's chin tilting her head up so that her soft gentle eyes met his own crimson ones. He brought his head close to hers and whispered to her in an enticing tone.

"You can call me Daddy."