Redoran Loyalty

Llirdase Faleon was a prosperous Redoran Councilman. He lived in Ald’ruhn with his wife Brenea and daughter Raryani. Times were perilous, the humans to the west were gaining power and still there was bickering among the great houses. To make matters worse, Raryani tended to prefer to be among foreigners in the land. It was not unusual for a young dunmer to be rather promiscuous, but in such times he just wished that she could at least be with a good Dunmer boy in Ald’ruhn!

As time went on the profits of the great Faleon family began to see a decline. Almost every decision that Llirdase made ended in failure. His decline was the gossip of the town. Then one day, a friend of his family said that they had seen Raryani associating with a strange foreign Breton mage who had magically transported her outside the city. He immediately sent out guards to bring in the mage and interrogate him. The mage revealed that Raryani had been paying him to send her to Sadrith Mora, then she would return later in the evening. Llirdase went to Raryani’s room, looking for a journal or anything that could explain her bizarre behavior. Then, he saw that under her pillow there was a strange lump. He lifted it to find a large amulet that had been enchanted.

He brought this to the temple and a priest confirmed that the amulet held within it a Telvanni curse. Her daughter had been fucking a Telvanni boy and he had sent her with a cursed amulet that negatively affected his luck and mercantile abilities. Llirdase was now filled with rage, but calmed himself enough to make a donation and assure that all effects from the curse were removed. He returned to his house, removed an object from an old family dresser, and waited in Raryani’s room.

Raryani returned to Ald’ruhn at about 7:00. She found it strange that the kind old Breton was not there, but perhaps he had just gone to the tavern for the night. She was always so happy after she saw Gothlo. He may be Telvanni, but he was always so kind and thoughtful, often sending gifts and love notes. Both of their skins were not so dead as many other Dunmer but a vibrant blue. Raryani was very well-developed for her young age with nicely forming breasts and round hips but still a slender body and Gothlo was not bad himself. It was like they were meant to be together!

As she arrived in Faleon Manor she immediately perceived that something was different here. Everyone was quiet, and several people, including servants, were glaring at her. She walked briskly back to her bedroom although she wished she hadn’t there she saw her father glaring down at her. “Where have you been, Raryani?” he asked in one of the angriest voices that had ever been directed towards her.

“Oh, just out on the town, visiting friends…” “Don’t lie to me or this will be so much worse!” he yelled at her. “You could have destroyed this family. The gifts from your Telvanni friend, they were cursed. They were the cause of all our problems. I told you to never trust a Telvanni much less fuck one!”

“But Gothlo would never…” her voice trailed off as she saw her father’s face. Her emotions raged, but she knew that she was in for it now. She looked down at her father’s hand and saw a tawse. Her knees began to tremble and she said, “Oh, daddy... Please! I didn’t mean any harm by it!” She was emotional but fiercely logical and little by little the pieces of the puzzle were coming together in her mind. Perhaps Gothlo had deceived her and that hurt, but she would also get over it. Now she was much more worried about the coming punishment.

“I told you never to trust a Telvanni. And what do you do? You bring their cursed witchery to MY home. You know your mother almost died during your birth? It is possible that you will be our only child! You must learn to be more responsible if you are to carry on our legacy!” Raryani hated to hear about the legacy, even if dad was right, but perhaps this situation was still salvageable. “Well, maybe I can learn more about this legacy as my punishment!”

“You already know much about our legacy, and you already know that is not your punishment,” Llirdase said as he moved closer to her bed. It had been almost a year since her last spanking, but Raryani knew what was going to happen. She had hoped never to have to experience the tawse as she knew so many of her companions had, but she knew that she was almost an adult now and a meeting with the hand simply would not do in her father’s eyes. She also knew that any further arguing would only serve to make daddy angrier. She walked tearfully over to his side as he looked expectantly. She slowly slid her skirt and undergarments down to the floor and stepped out of them. She expected her father to take her across his knee, but then he signaled for her to bend over the bed. She slowly did so and soon heard a whishing sound through the air.

SMACK! The first hit resounded against her unprotected blue bottom. She cried out but stayed in position. SMACK! Another good hit! 5 times the same thing happened and she wanted to break out of position but her father grabbed her arms and forced her to stay in position.

The smacks did not give up and if anything got faster. Raryani could hardly control herself and could only think about the pain stopping. Finally it stopped, then she heard it whishing again and she felt another solid smack connect to her bottom, it was probably the hardest yet but she didn’t have the energy to react.

Her father stepped back and examined the now welted bottom of his repentant daughter. “Never let this happen again,” he now said calmly and then walked out of the room. He hoped that Raryani had truly learned her lesson. There were several members in House Redoran who were jockeying for his position after his recent string of failures. Perhaps he would have to fight some of them in the arena soon. Failure would certainly spell an end for his family on the council, but he was determined that his daughter would grow up to be a proper Dunmer noblewoman regardless.