"A Master's Good Grace (Tsareena punishment)"
By Lego3 (https://pastebin.com/u/Lego3)

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Created on: Friday 23rd of December 2016 04:08:10 AM CDT
Retrieved on: Sunday 25 of October 2020 06:05:51 AM UTC


A Master’s Good Grace

>"MASTER!!! Gimme that, I wanna play with it!!"
>You shake your head in annoyance.
>Ever since you caught that Bounsweet, you two have been the best of friends.
>Plentiful hugs, carrying her on your shoulder, and more.
>Now, your Tsareena (who you named Grace) has turned into a total bitch.
>And you can understand her perfectly, due to your Poke-translator earrings.
>Some mysterious blue-haired guy from Hoenn, along with a shiny Gardevoir, gave them to you as soon as Silph Co. released them.
>You wish you didn't take them at this point, as Grace has been whining all night to play on your new laptop.
"Quit complaining, Grace, this is my laptop that I paid for, now eat your food!!"
>One of her legs kick your foot as she screams.
"Would you quiet down? You're gonna wake the other guests..."
>Someday you're going to smack her.
>You rub your forehead as you remember the time she stole 1000 Poke and bought perfume while you weren't looking.
>Then you remember when she set your pants on fire.
>Arceus knows how she did that...
>And finally, the time she let a Spearow loose in one of the resort room in Kalos.
>You hate birds.
>You cover her mouth with your hand, and she licks your palm all over in an effort to remove it from her pretty little head.
>She hasn't realized that won't work anymore.
"Now listen here Grace, you get no malasadas for a week. I mean it. This will teach you a lesson."
>She pulls away from your hand.
>"WHAT?!? What did I do?!"
>You are about to answer when she leaps up onto your desk, tripping and falling over.
>Directly onto your laptop's screen.
>You're about to burst into a psychotic rage.
>Before you go straight to punching the daylight out of your Pokemon, you take a deep breath and hold back.
"Go. To. Bed. Grace."
>She quickly nods, scampering off to bed.
>You're quite angry, but you think you know how best to punish her.
>What you're about to do is quite illegal in Alola, but what do you care?
>You wait until you hear no more noise coming from the bed.
>After taking out 4 escape ropes from your backpack, you walk over to her sleeping form.
>Her little snores are so adorable…
>But you know what you must do.
>You will teach her not to disobey.
>At that moment, she rolls over onto her belly.
>Very carefully, you bind her elegant little legs to the bedposts at the foot of the bed, and spread her arms out, tying them to the other two bedposts.
>You push your finger down on her sensitive little crown.
>Grace wakes up with a start.
>”Wh-wha? Master?! What’s going on?!”
“Grace, I am DONE with your shit. It’s time for your punishment.”
>She squeals and thrashes around in her bonds, turning you on more.
>You lift up her petal-like skirt, exposing her maroon backside to you.
>This ass was all yours now, to put it through whatever you please.
>You lift up a hand, and throw it down, your palm making an audible clap on her right cheek.
“BAD!!”
>Grace cries out in pain at your strike, trying to kick your jewels, with no success.
>This only encourages you to go harder.
>You begin slapping at both sides of her butt, making visible red marks, even on such a dark pink.
>As Grace struggles, her backside wiggles back and forth in a hypnotic motion.
>You begin smacking her less, and your fingers go on autopilot, switching to groping her inviting little ass.
>Grace notices your fingers rubbing and digging into her now-sensitive, and vulnerable skin.
>”Master…I’m s-sorry…I w-wont be mean anymore…what are you doing to me now?!”
“I’m going to make SURE you learn to stop annoying me, to be a good little Pokemon.”
>Your pants have now dropped on the floor.
>”Wh…what?”
>She suddenly tenses up as she feels something warm and throbbing start to violate her backside’s sanctity, tracing over the smooth skin.
>With an erection as solid as third age, you start pushing yourself into her backdoor.
>This causes her to cry out in pain, you’re much bigger than her.
>You don’t care, however, as you hold her elegant little thighs to keep her still, while you squeeze yourself deeper into her hole.
>She bites the sheets with a powerful force, as you feel your lap hit her wide, blushing backside.
>You don’t believe it.
>You managed to fit the hilt in.
>”Master! Stop!!! Please, i-it hurts!!”
“Grace, be silent…or I’ll make it far, far worse for you…”
>She whimpers as you hold her hips, starting to thrust into her almost overly tight exit.
>You grunt and pull on her hair, her head leaning back as you begin ramming into her harder than ever.
>You can feel yourself getting close as she struggles not to cry out at your unlubed member invading her.
>Grace tenses up in pain as you finally cum, filling her smooth, yielding rear with your large, hot load.
>Your Pokemon’s constant tensing in her lovely backside milks more out of you than you ever thought possible.
>Panting hard, you pull out of her, finally finished unloading into her.
>”I-I’m sorry, Master…please d-dont do that to me again…I’ll do anything…”
>You nod slowly, grinning at her.
“That’s my good little Grace. I’ll make sure you keep your word on that.”
>Grace gulps nervously, sensing you’ll be ‘asking’ more lewd things of her in the future.

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