Indeed, the female barbarian proved to be a much tougher nut to crack than the elven paladin.  Unlike Elora, there wasn't much soft about Misty - her buttocks were toned and thick, able to withstand the type of punishment Deon was dealing out.  So at first, for the first ten slaps or so, the barbarian taunted and boasted against the cleric with statements like -<em> 'I've been bitten harder by mosquitoes when I'm crouching to take a shit!'</em>and<em>'With your girly arms, we'll be here all night!'</em>However, when the cleric showed no sign of stopping, ignoring any of her taunts and demanding she repeat after him -<strong><em> 'Deon is strong and Misty is weak!'</em></strong>, the female barbarian and her now reddening ass began to change their tune.  Her taunts now seemed to be too much breath as she simply began to say<em>'No!'</em>and<em>'Never!'</em>- along with beginning to struggle in earnest, her powerful hips and back bucking and writhing, trying her best to dislodge the cleric from his mounted position.  Huffing and grunting along with giving out small cries through her gritted teeth as the spanking continued.<br/><br/>Then, somewhere around the twentieth and twenty-fifth spank, Misty capitulated and cried out.  Both her cheeks were now the lovely hue of an apple on might find hanging off a tree.<strong>"Our fight wasn't fair!  That stupid elf got in the way!  Plus I was tired!  Otherwise, there's no way you could beat me."</strong>And once again, the female barbarian attempted to throw Deon off - and failing to do so, she began to snuffle, rubbing her face in the grass and dirt, as tears began to form in the corner of her eyes.<br/><br/>And at that, the cleric knew that he had her.<strong>"Since when does Misty Thunderaxe of the Elk tribe worry about things being fair?"</strong>A knowing chuckle was given as he now lightly<em>patted</em>Misty's tender bottom and was rewarded with a cringe.  His hand was sore, but he was glad - all that practice on Elora seemed to be paying dividends.  Otherwise, he wasn't sure he could have successfully continued his punishment before his hand became too sore.  Then, his voice hardened as he drew back his hand.<strong>"Now!  Repeat after me!  <em>Deon is strong and Misty is weak!"</em></strong>And this time, his hand came down with the hardest strike yet.<br/><br/><strong>"Deon is strong and Misty is weak!"</strong>the female barbarian cried out, even as the tears really began to flow.  The fight had gone out of her as she now lay there, sobbing like a babe - much to her shame, as Deon dealt out a few more spanks to bring it to a grand sum total of thirty spanks in all on Misty's now cherry-red ass.  And each time, the cleric made her repeat the phrase -<em>'Deon is strong and Misty is weak!'</em>as she soon was howling this to the sky in an attempt to make the cleric stop.<br/><br/>For his thirty-first strike, Deon instead grabbed at Misty's sore cheeks and<em>squeezed</em>, drawing a fresh moan of pain and fresh tears from the humiliated and humbled barbarian.<strong>"Do you want me to stop?"</strong>he asked, almost a rhetorical question - after all, this was a mere formality - similar to war how the victor trotted out his captive to give a signature on a piece of parchment indicating their full and unconditional surrender.<strong>"Then, I want you to swear by the honor of the Elk Tribe that since you've agreed that I am strong and you are weak that you will not say anything against me or disrespect me until you've proven you are stronger than me."</strong>A pause was given to add to the intimidation as Misty could feel Deon draw his hand back, ready to continue her discipline at the slightest hint of defiance.<strong>"Do you swear?"</strong><br/><br/><strong>"I swear by the Elk Tribe under the gaze of Uthgar and mighty Tempus."</strong>Misty said, her tone meek and low, giving the strongest oath possible that at barbarian could make - a very binding oath.<br/><br/><strong>"Good."</strong>Deon now cast his eyes around at the other girls.  Beatrice was the most readily spotted, watching from around ten feet away, but with a very pleased smile.  Truly there was no love lost between her and any of the other girls so she enjoyed seeing their comeuppance.   Elora too was around the same distance, her face torn between embarrassment at the situation, sympathy for the female barbarian and her tender behind - though not too much because Misty<em>had </em>struck at Elora, and lust for Deon.  It was highly likely that the elven paladin might be fantasizing just a<em>little</em>while watching the interactions between Deon and Misty.<br/><br/>Lune, in the meantime, seemed the most disinterested of the group outwardly.  The half-elf scout had gone back to fletching her arrows and seemingly ignoring whatever situation was taking place at the camp.  Of course, the pile of 'discards' - ones she had mismade seemed significantly larger than before.  An observant person, or cleric, would be able to come to the conclusion that not a single arrow had been made successfully while this was all going on.<br/><br/>Pausing to rub his chin thoughtfully, Deon then first decided to test the strength of Misty's oath.<strong>"Then, henceforth from today - you shall be no longer named 'Thunderaxe'."</strong>A brazen chuckle followed as he now turned his squeeze into a targeted<em>'pinch'</em>of Misty's sore ass as the female barbarian moaned.<strong>"Thunderaxe?  More like 'Thunderthighs'."</strong>And in addition to the heated skin, Deon also felt a heat and wetness coming from between the female barbarian's thighs.  Misty was getting quite<em>wet </em>from all of this.  He did laugh now even as he dealt a light, teasing slap that had Misty yelping at the sting to her ass.<strong>"Now, repeat it!  My name is Misty Thunderthighs!"</strong><br/><br/>The barbarian's spine had stiffened at her new 'name' but she was oath-bound.  Still, Deon gave her another light slap - which had her first muttering,<em>'My name is Misty Thunderthighs..."</em>under her breath.  Of course, Deon was not satisfied with her effort, so he made her say it again louder - giving  another light, warning slap.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>"My name is Misty Thunderthighs!!"</strong></span>the barbarian bellowed, her face fully red from shame.<br/><br/>Deon made her repeat this a few times as well until he was fully satisfied.<strong>"Good.  Now, we can see to your <em>punishment</em>,"</strong>he chuckled once again, patting Misty's sore ass.<strong>"Beatrice?  Come here."</strong>A finger was pointed to the spot where Beatrice should walk and stand - which was right next to where the cleric and barbarian were.<strong>"Elora?  Go and retrieve the wooden spoon, a spare belt, a bottle of oil, and another coil of hemp.  They all should be in my pack."</strong>And when the elven paladin seemed a bit hesitant to obey, he looked at her directly.<strong>"Hurry!"</strong>His voice cracked like a whip as she all but ran.<br/><br/>And the cleric could feel Misty tensing, her back wanting to throw Deon off, wanting to protest.  But she...didn't - for she was bound by her oath.<br/><br/><strong>"Panties,"</strong>Deon absently demanded as Beatrice gracefully slid out of her very moist black, lacy panties before presenting them to the cleric's outstretched hand.  Apparently, watching had really gotten the tiefling witch's juices running.  "Now, open up!"  he commanded Misty as the female barbarian reluctantly opened her mouth before he folded the little black, silken thong and pushed it inside of Misty's mouth as she grimaced and blushed a little at the taste.  And as Elora returned and presented the items that Deon had requested, the cleric gave her a warm smile.<strong>"Thank you, precious.  Put the rope and the oil here,"</strong>he said, patting the ground next to him while taking the remaining items - the belt and the wooden spoon from Elora's hands.  He then rubbed her right ear as a reward with the elven paladin wriggled a bit as her face pinked in embarrassment at how she was feeling at the moment.<br/><br/>The belt was looped around Misty's mouth and then pulled tight, serving as somewhat effective gag when coupled with the panties currently occupying her mouth.  Misty moaned at the treatment even as Deon pulled it to the tightest notch, ensuring that the belt would stay on until he chose to remove it.  Next, the wooden spoon was picked up.<strong>"Now, Misty Thunderthighs - I still require an apology for your insolence.  Ten strikes with this spoon shall be your punishment for your disrespect to me and to this party."</strong>And with spoon in hand, Deon began to tap against Misty's meaty, reddened thighs even as the female barbarian gave a gagged groan, her hips twitching with each tap.<strong>"And I want you to count through the gag and thank me for each one..."</strong><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><strong><em>CRACK!!</em></strong></span><br/><br/><strong>"OW! Un!  ...Fank oo, Suuh!!"</strong>was Misty's response even as her face flushed more.  How far and how quickly she had fallen!  From the strongest fighter in the group to being trussed up like a pig for market, renamed and spanked.  In all the storied history of the Elk Tribe, Misty was certain to be one of their most famous examples after this!<br/><br/>And thus, all ten spanks with the wooden spoon were dealt out - the clear sounds of wooden striking against tender flesh echoing in the forest along with the passionate, gagged cries of the barbarian who thanked her conqueror for each one.<strong>"Good,"</strong>Deon said at the end of it all - Misty's ass now bearing fresh, reddened imprints with the spoon on top of the her already red ass.<strong>"Now, we can see to my pleasure.  Elora!"</strong>And looking at the elven paladin who straightened to stand at attention when Deon's gaze fell on her.<strong>"I want you to take this oil and proceed to spread it out on Thunderthighs' ass!  Make sure to get it everywhere - both inside and out..."</strong><br/><br/><strong>"Sir?!?"</strong>Elora squeaked out, her voice thin and tight after a moment.  Her face was red like a tomato.<strong>"I...I...don't...think..." </strong>The elven paladin stammered, looking at a loss with Deon's request.  Clearly, she was torn between her desire to obey Deon and something else.  A quick glance was given at Misty's reddened ass as she flushed even more - though that seemed impossible.<br/><br/>Seeing that she would have trouble complying, Deon then went to the next available option.<strong>"Beatrice?  Please oil Misty up."</strong><br/><br/><strong>"With <em>pleasure</em>, Master."</strong>The tiefling witch seemed to have been waiting for this chance.  Gracefully, she knelt and picked up the bottle.  And after drizzling a thick coat of the oil over her hands, she went to work - carefully first massaging the bruised cheeks of Misty as the female barbarian<em>moaned </em>from behind the makeshift gag.  Again and again, Beatrice went over the reddened flesh until it gleamed...and then focused her attention on the tight pucker of Misty's ass.  Carefully, she worked her oiled index finger in little by little - and once firmly inside, the bottle was used to drizzle a fresh coat of oil on Beatrice's finger.  Then, she pumped the female barbarian's ass as Misty grunted and groaned, her hips trembling in lust as her wet aroma was easily evident.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, Elora seemed ready to faint from shock.<strong>"Sir!!!!"</strong>The elven paladin shouted in a scandalized tone, her hands covering her face in embarrassment.  Except...every so often, she would take a small, tiny peek from between her fingers to watch the proceedings.<br/><br/><strong>"All ready, Master."</strong>Beatrice said, sliding her oiled finger free after a little bit more.  Saucily, the tiefling witch's tongue came out and tasted her finger, seemingly complete comfortable with the perverse action.<strong>"She seems like the type to like it rough and hard,"</strong>Beatrice remarked even as she settled in to watch.