Warhammer 40K Fan Fiction ❯ The Price of Profanity ❯ Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I do not own the Sisters of Battle, or Warhammer 40,000. This is a piece of derivative fiction written without the knowledge or consent of Games Workshop, but I am not making money out of it.

 

This is intended to be read by adults only, as it contains severe corporal punishment (spanking) and sexual elements.

 

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Palatine Loxie of the Order of the Sacrificial Lilac stared out the large glassteel window into the gardens. There were few gardens or even grass patches remaining on the small, mostly-industrial planet, but none dared to encroach on the territory of the Adepta Sororitas, so theirs remained outside the cathedral.

She was calm and collected, all anger banished from her soul, although soon she would be addressing the very cause of her previous ire. There was the faintest twitch in her mouth as she knew that, as much of a holy task it was that she was about to do, as much as it was required of her, she would also take a personal pleasure in the duty. Surely the Emperor rewarded those who sought elation in the tasks He set for them.

There was a nervous knock on the oaken doors, and she waited a moment, closing her one remaining eye. The other, lost in a battle against renegade priests, had been replaced with a bionic with a stained glass lens.

"Proceed, Sister Perennia."

 

Sister Perennia opened the door quietly, stepping inside. She was quick to close it behind her so that no sounds could make it through to the others going about their daily duties. Trembling slightly, she stepped forward to the desk.

"Sister Perennia, I think you know why I asked you to see me. Do you in fact know why that is?"

There was a pause. The girl, barely 25, bit her lip and played with her pale blonde hair, hoping she would not have to answer.

"I asked you a question, Sister Perennia."

"Yes, Palatine Loxie. I... you wanted to see me because of the profanities I uttered."

"...uttered. If I recall correctly, Sister Perennia, you shouted them out. In the presence of a statue of Saint Celestine, no less. Tell me, what could cause your mouth to unleash such words?"

"I had been told of the recent failures of the Imperial Guard against the tyranid hive fleets. I was angered by their lack of ability and faith, that their failure may cost many more lives."

"And you felt that those words would alter the situation?"

"...no, miss."

"No indeed. Sister Perennia, please return to your sleeping quarters and remove your armour. Remove your robes and underwear as well, and store everything neatly away. You are then to ask Mistress Despoena for one of her canes, and come back here with it. I would hurry if I were you."

"...yes, Palatine Loxie."

The Battle Sister nearly collided with the door in her rush.

 

The Palatine waited, offering a silent prayer to the God-Emperor in the meantime. She could have simply fetched the cane at the start, of course, but sending the girl naked to speak to the Mistress would help the lesson to sink in. She smiled at the thought of Sister Perennia blushing bright red with embarrassment.

It was only a few minutes later that there was another knock on the door. Smiling, Palatine Loxie waited, silently counting to herself to prolong the agony. Eventually, there was another, louder knock.

"Enter."

Her head even lower than before, the Battle Sister hurried in, closing the door behind her. In one hand was the pure white, 150cm long cane that Mistress Despoena had loaned her, a silver skull capping the handle.

"Excellent, she chose a most fitting one. Now that you have had time to think over this, to see and feel the cane, to know just how fierce it is, I am going to give you a choice. It seems fitting. You should learn that your choices have real consequences, such as choosing to unleash profanities in the sacred halls of the Emperor."

"...yes, Palatine. I apologise, and I accept any punishment you deem correct, but I do not presume to know what choice will be correct."

"These are your options, and none is more correct than the other. The first is that you bend over this desk, and I deliver a dozen strokes of the cane to your tender flesh."

Sister Perennia gave a sharp intake of breath. As a warrior, she had been truly injured and had dealt with far worse pain, but then she had the adrenaline rush to help dull it, and other things to think of. This time, there would just be the pain to focus on. Battle-hardened or not, it would be painful.

"The second option is to lie over my lap, and I will use my bare hand for as long as necessary to chastise you."

 

Sister Perennia shivered. She didn't want to feel the rod biting into her flesh. The pain would throb for days, and that could distract her while doing battle, costing her the mission. She couldn't take that risk.

"I choose to be punished by your hand, Palatine."

"A sensible choice. After all, you must know that I don't have hours of free time with which to dedicate to chastising your flesh. In that case..."

Pulling the armless chair back, the Palatine took a seat and motioned for Sister Perennia to approach.

"Come here and place yourself over my lap, so that you may receive retribution for your sins."

Perennia nodded nervously and did as she was told. The Palatine took her time repositioning the Battle Sister, placing a hand firmly on the small of her back, while sliding the other up along Sister Perennia's thigh, over the soft swell of her left buttock, and then gave a soft squeeze.

"This is a proper punishment. Do not think that you have been let off easy by selecting this instead of the cane. I intend on this being long, and painful, with you reduced to tears. But you will feel better for it. The guilt will be expelled from your soul, and the taint will be removed from your spirit by the application of pain at my hands. So, Sister Perennia, are you ready to accept retribution?"

"...yes, Palatine. May the Emperor forgive me for my sins against Him, and allow this beating to purify me and make me innocent in His eyes once more."

 

The very moment Sister Perennia finished speaking, the Palatine's hand smacked her left arse cheek, hard. The skin bounced and rippled, firm muscles giving way to the impact, and a hot stinging sensation followed. Before the sting could die down, several more hard slaps rained down.

Loxie did not believe in starting slow and warming up, she did not give the body a chance to adjust to the rising heat. No, she dived straight in, laying into Perennia's bare buttocks with divine fury, putting all of her strength into the smacks that peppered the Battle Sister's skin.

Determined to retain her composure for as long as possible, Perennia remained strong. She lay there and took the hard spanking that assaulted her rear. Even though there was a glowing pink hue to her hindquarters and the Palatine showed no sign of slowing down, she tolerated the fire in her backside and remained as still as possible. Still, her feet did twitch a little with every hard impact.

 

The Palatine was not dissuaded, however. If anything, she was impressed that the Battle Sister showed so much resolve. Her girls would not break so easily, so it was with pride that she continued the spanking, letting her hand slap repeatedly at the reddening flesh of Perennia. It was approaching a cherry red colour, almost identical to the hue of an overheating plasma pistol just before it exploded in the hand of the user, yet Loxie knew she was safe from such a thing happening.

Finally, she started to have an effect. it was after ten full minutes of the continued assault that something snapped inside Sister Perennia, and she started to squirm, flailing her legs about and moving her arms, twitching in an effort to stop herself from reaching back.

"I'm glad to see that I'm finally getting through to you." the Palatine said, not letting up, "Though I cannot say I have not been enjoying this, it would be a shame if it had no effect, as this is done for your benefit Sister Perennia, not mine."

After one particularly hard smack, Perennia could not resist the urge any more, and her arm whisked back to cover her sore, burning backside. The Palatine frowned, knowing it to be a common occurrence, and simply grasped her wrist.

"That was the wrong thing to do, and as a result, we will proceed to a penalty spanking..."

 

The Palatine sighed. She was going to move onto something more painful anyway, especially as Perennia's bottom was almost entirely red and at the point where further spanking would do little good. However with this act of rebellion, she really had to teach the errant Battle Sister a lesson.

"Stand up, Sister Perennia."

Swallowing nervously and sniffling a little, Perennia did as she was told, wincing as the muscles in her bottom shifted about to accommodate this new stance. The Palatine stepped over to the table and tapped it.

"I am going to punish your sacred garden, Sister Perennia. I want you to lie flat on your back on this table, then lift your legs up as far as you can. Hold your knees, and keep your legs apart. You will receive four, but each time you let go, you will incur two smacks with my wooden ruler."

Shaking, Sister Perennia carefully lay back on the table and did as she was told. Her combat training gave her a very flexible body, so she could easily stretch her legs back, offering her sex to the Palatine, who let her gaze linger over the girl's privates for just a moment before lifting the cane.

 

Perennia's eyes widened in horror when she realised what she was going to be struck with.

"No... not the cane, not there. Please, Palatine, please don't use the cane. Surely your hand is enough, or the ruler?"

"Silence, Sister Perennia. No, I will cane you for your defiance. Had you not reached back, I would have merely used my hand to warm your vulva, but now, due to your actions, you are going to feel the bite of the rod. I will direct two strokes to each side. If I were you, I would remain very still, as you wouldn't want me to miss and strike down the centre."

Petrified with fear, Sister Perennia did exactly as was suggested, remaining completely motionless for the Palatine, who flexed the cane in her hands. She had a lot of strength, she knew, so made sure to hold back, to not swing it like she would a chainsword at a heretic.

"Prepare for the first stroke. After you have received it, you shall thank me and ask for the second one."

First, the Palatine rested the cane against the left side of the girl's exposed sex, tapping it twice before lifting the rod. Almost immediately she flicked it back down, and with a loud crack, the cane bit into Perennia's skin.

The Battle Sister shrieked. Never before had anything assaulted such a vulnerable part of her body. She let go and covered her mound with both hands, rolling over as tears spilled from her eyes. The Palatine gave her a full minute to recover.

"It seems you did not hear me. You have incurred two penalty smacks with the ruler. Perhaps I should ask for someone to come in and hold your legs for you?"

 

"Please, Palatine... Please let someone lend me their strength, assist me."

"Very well." the Palatine sighed, just a little disappointed but knowing the unfamiliar pain would be extreme. She stepped out of the small room, and in less than a minute, had returned with a Sister Retributor, Sister Solace. Solace carried a heavy bolter into battle, so her arms were quite strong, with bulging biceps.

The Retributor nodded, and locked Perennia's legs under her armpits before grabbing her hands. Pinning her down, she nodded.

"You can continue the punishment, Palatine Loxie."

"Thank you, Sister Solace."

The cane suddenly lashed down a second time, striking the opposite side this time. There was the loud crack, a white line, and then the white turned to crimson and rose up in an agonising weal.

When she finished screaming and struggling against the stronger sister, Perennia regained her breath and settled down, taking a deep gulp of air before saying the words she needed to say.

"Thank you, Palatine, may I... may I have the third stroke?"

As soon as she had finished the question the cane came down again, barely missing the first welt. Perennia was a little more familiar with the pain this time, so as the welt formed she made less noise, struggled less, and was just a little more composed.

"Thank you... Palatine... may I please have another?"

 

The Palatine gave the faintest of smiles. She regretted having to leave such ugly marks on the beautiful flesh of her Battle Sister, but knew it was her duty. Still, she was impressed with how Perennia was regaining strength, managing to still ask for more, and so she delivered the final stroke.

The crack echoed through the room, and when the Palatine opened her eyes again, four parallel red lines ran down Perennia's sex, throbbing and burning with pain. The Battle Sister was crying freely by this point, but her punishment was almost over.

"It's all right. The caning has finished. All that remains now is for you to receive the two penalty strokes with my ruler."

She placed the cane to the side, and opened her desk drawer, pulling the ruler out. Over the years it had measured many distances on battlefield maps, and heated many more bottoms to a brilliant red, it had always served her well. She reached out with her left hand, and placed one finger on each fold of Perennia's cleft, aggravating the weals left by the rod. She then moved her fingers to the sides, and the girl's sex was opened, exposed to the merciless wooden ruler. With the skin pulled like that, the Battle Sister's little clit was poking out, a vulnerable target.

 

Through her tears, Sister Perennia saw what was about to happen and have a tiny whimper. Even Sister Solace, who was well behaved and rarely even had her rump soundly strapped, widened her eyes. She had heard of such punishments, but never seen them before.

Determined to take it with dignity, Sister Perennia gritted her teeth. The Palatine slid the sanded wood against Perennia's clit for a moment, before giving a quick flick of her wrist, slapping the ruler against the tiny exposed pearl.

Sister Perennia grunted with pain, shaking and shivering. Worse still, though she was not enjoying it, her body was reacting to the stimulation of her sex. She was feeling the tingling of pleasure, despite wanting the pain to end.

She took in a deep breath.

"Last one, Sister Perennia."

Again, the ruler struck home, and this time the girl let out a wail as she bucked her hips, shuddering not only from the pain but from the climax surging through her body.

When she regained her senses, she realised Sister Solace had left the room, and it was only the two of them. The Palatine smiled.

 

"I did not want to do that, Sister Perennia. But tell me, do you feel better, now that your soul has been cleansed of all sin and guilt, the wickedness beaten away from you?"

"...yes, Palatine Loxie. Thank you for bestowing the punishment I deserved."

"You are welcome. You needed it, but now that it has passed, all is forgiven and you are with us once more. Don't worry, I won't ever give you up to Chaos."

"I promise, Palatine, I won't let you down. I will remain faithful, and never again will I utter profanities."

"I am glad. Why don't you go to the Sister Hospitaller to get some lotion rubbed in. But leave your clothes off for the day."

"I wouldn't want to try pulling knickers onto this painful area anyway." the Sister giggled. The Palatine merely smiled.

"Go on, get out of here. May the Emperor watch over you."

"And you as well."

Once Sister Perennia left, the Palatine returned to her seat. As soon as she was there, she closed her eye and pictured all that had happened, her hand immediately heading under the desk, past her waistband...

-FIN