Thief (F/F story)

If they were woken up in the middle of the night by the sound of some stranger sneaking through their house, most noblewomen would be frozen in fear, or try to call for the guards. Lady Natalie, however, was not like most noblewomen.

She retrieved the sharp dagger she kept under the pillow. Silently, she moved towards the bedroom door, opening it inch by inch until she could poke her head outside.

She spotted the thief immediately, a stranger in black clothes, with a black hood covering the head, moving around in the hallway. The short figure was carrying a small sack, either filled with stolen items, or about to be. Natalie couldn't spot any weapons, however.

The thief was moving from room to room. Based on the speed, it would be a minute or so before they arrived at Natalie's bedroom. She closed the door silently, stepping behind it to wait. Why try to sneak up on anyone, when she could just wait until the thief came to her?

She could hear the movements long before the door opened. The figure in black moved into the room, starting to head towards the dressing table – probably looking for jewels, Natalie guessed. With the thief so close, Natalie noticed that, beneath the tight black outfit, was a rather shapely woman. How fascinating, thought Natalie. The thief suddenly stopped, frozen in place. She was staring at the half-burned candle on the nightstand, and the bed that had been obviously slept in.

"Would you care to explain what you are doing in my house?"

The thief spun around, looking very distressed at the sight of Natalie and her dagger. The woman dove to the side, trying to run past Natalie, but the noblewoman lifted her hand and delivered a quick punch to the thief's stomach as she went past. She fell to the floor, gasping for breath, and Natalie took the opportunity to relieve her of her mask. The thief was younger than she had expected – barely in her twenties, she guessed – and a lot cuter, as well.

Natalie pushed the thief down on her face, kneeling over her with the dagger to ensure that she didn't try to escape again. "What is your name, thief?" When she didn't get a response, she placed a sharp slap on the offender's backside. "I asked you a question, thief. Would you rather that I called for my guards? They are very good at getting answers out of people."

"Lucy!" the thief gasped. "Lucy Edwards." She sounded like she was about to cry.

"Good," Natalie said, a big grin spreading across her face. "We are getting somewhere. How did you get inside the house?"

"The window in the library wasn't locked," the thief answered.

Natalie furrowed her brows. An open window? One of the maids trying to sneak her boyfriend in again, she guessed. She would have to deal with that in the morning.

With tears beginning to appear in her eyes, the thief looked pleadingly up at Natalie. "Please, madam, I'm sorry, I really am. Don't call for the guards, please."

"Stop moaning," the lady replied, delivering another sharp smack to the seat of her tight trousers. "If you wanted to avoid the punishment, you should not have done the crime". As the thief was still pleading, Natalie delivered another slap to shut her up. The girl winced, and an evil thought entered Natalie's head. She walked over to a nearby chest, pulling out a long rope, which she used to tie Lucy's hands together.

"On your feet."

Slowly, the thief did as she said, quivering slightly at the grin that was spreading across Natalie's face. The other end of the rope was tied to one of the bed posts, with quite firm knots. "I'll be back," Natalie said as she left the room.

Lucy tried to escape, but the rope was tied too tightly. There was no chance of getting loose, and she could do nothing but stand there and wait for Natalie to get back. This didn't take long, but to Lucy's surprise, Natalie wasn't accompanied by her guards.

"The good news is, I've decided I'm not going to inform the police," she said, trying her best to sound comforting as she removed the rope from the bed posts. She left Lucy's hands still tied, though. "The bad news is, I've informed my guards that I'll punish you myself, and I don't think you're going to enjoy what's going to happen." And as she sat down on the bed, she started pulling the thief's trousers down.

"What are you doing!?" Lucy gasped as her panties joined her trousers around her ankles.

Rather than explain, Natalie grabbed her arm, pulling her forward across her lap. The first sharp smack rang out in the air, and Lucy tried to wriggle away. "Ow! Stop this!"

Natalie ignored her protests, lifting her hand and bringing it down on the unprotected cheeks with quick, hard strokes.

"You can't do this," the thief gasped. The sting was building quickly, and she wriggled around, trying to get off her lap and away from the sting of her hand.

"You're a thief that broke into my home, entering the very bedroom of a woman of noble blood," Natalie replied calmly. "There is very little I cannot do to you."

And she kept spanking, with no regularity that would prepare the poor thief for where the smack would land – she just aimed for where she thought she could get the biggest reaction, and she smiled at the cute yelps of pain that Lucy was delivering.

"Are you learning your lesson, you naughty little girl?" Natalie scolded her, but with a big smile on her face.

The round orbs in front of her had started to turn pink, and Natalie took the time to study her handiwork as she rubbed the cheeks, enjoying the little white finger-marks that appeared on the pink flesh.

Suddenly, her hands moved a bit further down, and she found something that made her widen her eyes. There was a slight dampness spreading across her leg, and it didn't come from herself.

"What's this?" she said teasingly. "It looks like I was wrong. You ARE enjoying this!"

"No!" the thief gasped, throwing her head up. "I'm not!"

"Oh?" Natalie responded, rubbing her cheeks and giving her another little smack. "Do you want me to stop, then? Do you want me to pull your trousers back up?"

Lucy just lowered her head, a blush spreading across her cheeks. "... No..." she said at last.

Natalie chuckled. "Not good enough, I'm afraid. Lift your head, and say: Please give me a good spanking, Lady Natalie."

Lucy blushed even more, looking like she was about to burst into flames, but she did as instructed. She raised her head, and there was a strong tremble in her voice as she repeated: "Please give me a good spanking, Lady Natalie."

And with a loud smack to Lucy's tender sit spots, Natalie continued the spanking.

Natalie had no idea how long she kept her over her knee, delivering hard slaps, soft smacks, and rubbing both the front and back of her little thief, but by the time she stopped, the once-pale cheeks in front of her were bright red, and quite hot to the touch, and they were both gasping loudly for breath.

After a few minutes, Natalie removed the ropes from Lucy's hands, helping the thief to her feet and giving her a long kiss. "How much did you enjoy that, little thief?" Lucy opened her mouth, unsure of what to say, but Natalie placed her finger on the girl's lips, cutting her off. "Don't tell me," she said as she removed her own panties, which were dripping wet by this point. She lifted her nightgown towards Lucy. "Show me. On your knees."

With a smile on her face, Lucy did as she was told.

Some hours later, Natalie woke next to Lucy, where they had fallen asleep after a very tiring night. Lucy was awake, lying on her side and smiling at her.

"Oh, you are GOOD at this," Natalie said as she patted her lover's backside, grinning at the little wince. "I shall give you a reward, little thief. Anything you can carry out of this room, is yours to keep."

She laid back to rest, her strength almost gone, and she almost didn't notice it when Lucy picked her up, and carried her towards the bedroom door.