This choice: Time for a shopping trip! • Go Back... Co-written with Tomtomthemultitasker
"It is time for a shopping trip you naughty maid!" Said one of the twins, slapping Gywn's buttcheek and causing the elf to squeal from the sudden spank. The two girls each grip the front of Gwyn's undies with one hand and begin to pull her forward, leading the stumbling elf made around by a frontal wedgie like pulling a pet with a leash. After a few minutes of stumbling around, Gwyn finds that she's been led straight to the center market of town. Her face burns hot as she can hear giggles of those witnessing the silly maid, but her new mistresses pay the viewers no mind.
As as she was forced along the way they began complaining to her about how rough their mother was treating them, punishing them excessively lately and citing their pranks as “childish and painful” and as a result been upping their spankings and grounding them. Considering the circumstances that Gywn found herself in, she wished their punishment was longer, and that she was there along with some popcorn.
She was finally allowed some slack as they stood in front of what appears to be a tailor’s shop, which was more akin to a medieval factory if anything with all the seamstresses busy spinning fabric to later make into clothing and panties. The two girls giggled to one another and walked in, pulling Gywn along. Once inside, they finally let go, giving her backside a few quick smacks.
”Okay, maid, you’re going to hold our groceries in the front of your skirt like so,” said one twin, lifting up the front of Gwyn’s skirt. “You’ll keep them in there no matter what, and anything you drop on the way home is a swat with the paddle when we get back home. Got it?”
”Y-Yes, I understand,” replied the “maid”, holding up the front of her skirt. Gywn sweated, the skirt was already short before but now it was covering nothing. Gywn’s panties were completely on display and her bare butt was the target of the girl’s swats regardless.
As they walked through the store, the twins would toss things into the front of the skirt, with Gwyn needing to pull it up higher and higher to keep everything from falling out. Frilly short skirts, bundles of rope, and all manners of panties were beginning to pile up and Gywn struggled to kee her arms steady. To make things more difficult, the twins were constantly trying to make her trip and drop everything; even as the pile got taller and her skirt was pulled higher, Gwyn didn’t let a single thing fall to the ground.
”Alright, that’s everything,” the girls said, once again slapping Gwyn’s booty. “Follow us home now, maid.” “And remember, don’t drop anything unless you want us to paddle you.”
Once the “maid” didn’t have to worry about all the junk she was holding, she was probably going to paddle the girls with her bare hands. As the three made their way back home, there suddenly came a loud cry that shook the trees!
”MARIGOLD LILIAN ARNOLD AND FELICITY DAISY ARNOLD!” bellowed the girls’ mother, a tall woman who looked like she could domesticate a wild bull just by firmly pointing a finger. “Just what do you two ladies think you’re doing, going out when you’re supposed to be grounded?”
The twins looked at each other in terror, pushing Gwyn before bolting for home. The items all fell to the ground, but Gwyn didn’t care; she was more concerned about the stern woman approaching her.
”And who are you?” She asked, before getting a closer look at gywn’s clothing and blushing severely. Grabbing her arm before Gywn could protest, the woman dragged her into a room and shut the door.
“Why do you have a maid outfit on elf?” She asked, sounding stern but her voice cracked lightly. Gywn blushes and explained her situation, how she ripped her pants, how she borrowed a maid uniform and how the girls had came over and “mistook” Gywn for a maid. Once she finished explaining the mother sighed heavily before blushing and whispering,
“Those are my maid clothes elf, although seeing how cute you look in them I suppose it’s not too much of a hassle. Bend over.” She commanded. Gwyn did so, sweat forming on her brow as she played in her head what the woman might do with her. She yelped as a hand came down hard on her bottom, then again.
”You didnt realize they were tricking you, so I’ll let you off lightly,” she said. “You can keep the dress, but if I find you helping my mischievous daughters again, I’ll make your bottom so bright it could serve as another sun.”
”I-I understand, ma’am, it won’t happen again!” Gwyn begged. But the mother wasn’t done, she let her hand drop a dozen more times in quick succession as Gywn yelped before scrutinizing her light rose colored butt.
Satisfied, the woman let her go, Gwyn rubbing over her now very sore tushy. Gywn walked over to the door and was roughly shoved out, but before the door was slammed shut, the mother stood there and asked Gywn,
“Say, those two brats of mines ran out of the house again. What say you and I go find them?”
Choice 1: Gywn agrees and the Mother and her go out to find the brats.
Choice 2: Gywn declines, saying she needs to get going to the Adventurer’s Guild.
Choice 3: Gywn and the mother both get ambushed again!
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Here comes Trouble! And make it double!
Name: Marigold Lillian Arnold and Felicity Daisy Arnold
Age: 19 respectively
Race: Human
Class: Rogues
Height: 5’2
Bust: B-cups
Booty: firm and perky
Eye Color: Blue
Hair: Dark blonde hair
Outfit: A simple and elegant green and blue dress respectively
Undies: pink panties with unicorn prints/pink panties with white polka-dots
Bio: The twins are notorious troublemakers in Corn and are often the source of many pranks against the citizens of Corn and her holdings, and all the travelers coming to visit as well.
Their mother will frequently punish them for such pranks, by as she can’t keep a very close eye on them at all times, they tend to run off and perform more pranks as soon as their butts heal and they change into new panties.
Essentially Corn’s mascot troublemakers, the town has a fond appreciation for the little rascals much like how grandparents would spoil their grandchildren, rarely if ever disciplining them, much to the dismay of their mother.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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