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"W-What the..."

She felt her face heat up with the panic and urgency built by the smiling faces of the queens staring at her and the larger smile of the woman holding them.

"Four of a kind, Erza." Cana Alberona gave a simpering chuckle intending to be heard loudly and clearly by the seasoned warrior.

A bead of sweat rolled its way from the tips of her red locks onto the side of her face. She remembered the bet she'd made and had come to regret: 'No fighting back for one hour'. As the implications of that spilled through all Cana's features onto hers, Erza untensed the muscles on her legs ahead of the shock enough to stand like the proud warrior she was.

"I-I see. Very well then. I accept the designated punishment." She spoke with a deliberate and somewhat forced dignity as she stood waiting for Cana's response.

"Good to hear it... Hey! Anybody want in on this!?" Cana announced for the whole guild hall to hear with her own overly-forced deliberacy. The hall knew, of course, about the card game and some had even gathered to watch. It wasn't long before Fairy Tail members had filed into place to lengthen the scope of the punishment about to be inflicted on one of their most fearsome members. Adrenaline like the same kind as being surround by enemies on all sides overtook her sense, but Erza didn't even have time to widen her eyes before Cana was behind her and had her by the shoulders like preparing to direct her every action. "Let's get you to the town center, shall we?"

Erza didn't argue and didn't resist; she didn't even nod. All she did was take the first step toward the doorway, not eagerly but more to show clearly that she absolutely wouldn't do anything to run from her fate. That her pride at some of its deepest depth.

All interested parties came up behind as the town center came into view, like Erza were leading the small parade. With a last step just below the great tree, Erza turned back around and looked the Card Magic User straight in the eye. "Are you ready to begin?"

"Whoa there, Erza. Don't be too excited to be getting punished." Her almond eyes looked fiercely amused. "Unless you're into that kinda thing."

Erza didn't respond to the taunt. "Do your worst if you like; I'm ready for it."

Cana signaled Laki from the group. "With pleasure."

Sprouting from the ground came a wooden pillory just fit for Erza's height as Laki went to work with her Wood-Make Magic. Behind them came a series of differently sized paddles and switches, all ready to wail on any unfortunate rear in their path. Erza's blood-pressure surged momentarily as she was forced to consider the growing crowd. "Y-You..."

"That's what happens when you swim with the sharks, Erza." The water card in the hand behind her came to face the front as her point came across. Only a moment ago when it was behind her, it had been disguised as a common playing card. Cana wanted to laugh but kept it down.

As Erza weighed her options between looking weak by going back on a bet and being humiliated in such a manner in front of a crowd that refused to stop populating with spectators, she gulped once, almost inaudibly as she stepped over to the wooden device and lowered herself into it. A good leader had a responsibility to always act in good faith: again, it was a dignity none could take from her.

A moment of silence followed and a gust of wind blew by to push Erza's red locks in front of her face as if to disguise her embarrassment. As much as she tried, she knew her position left little room for her blue skirt to do its job keeping her panties out of sight by how the crowd began to shuffle to that direction. A wolf whistle was enough to send her cheeks into a deep shade of scarlet. She vaguely heard a familiar voice say something about the look suiting her.

Just as quickly as the silence had come, it was broken by Cana's humming as her fingers danced across the implements Laki had conjured for her. She saw the girl had been practicing to be able to made them this smooth and balanced by both handle and striker.

Just like they'd practiced...

Holding out on her selection long enough to drive home Erza's embarrassment as another gust of wind sent her skirt fluttering, Cana grabbed the largest paddle available and swung once with it enough to make a snappy, percussive blast of air push its high-pressure noise past Erza's ears. The armored woman paled from the sound. "Ready, Erza?"

It wasn't a question.

Erza's face was still ignited in red, but she kept it down as her voice refused to shake. "As I said, do your w-OOOWWW!!"

Cana swung down and flattened the paddle harshly all at once against the rear of Erza's blue skirt with enough pressure to throw the hem over her waist, the swordswoman's knees buckling under her for a moment as she fought to regain her unbreaking stance. A loud "Ooooh..." rang through the crowd once as Erza's underwear came into perfect view with the skirt's being tossed so fast.

"Not exactly the best choice to be wearing on a day they could be getting exposed, don'tcha think?" Cana smiled, amused, at Erza's white underwear printed with a strawberry shortcake across the back.

Erza squirmed once in her bonds as she gave the first retort that came to mind. "It's laundry day!" she tried to justify. "Still means you own them, though, right?" shot back Cana as Mira added in "she's owned them for years!" from the crowd.

"MIRA!" complained Erza as her glare towards the Fairy Tail crowd intensified as if hoping she'd be able to stare a hole through it. "Now, now, Erza... remember your bet." Cana stepped in front of her purview, her belly button at Erza's eye level as she took the opportunity to level a softer swing with her hand at Erza's left rear cheek. Erza yelped once but quickly calmed herself, staring at the ground like she could glare a hole through it next if only to have a place to crawl into when this was all over.

"...Fine..." she resigned herself yet again.

"Good. Now, let's back to your punishment."

Cana walked a circle in front of Erza to the opposite side of Erza's backside she'd been at before, her hips wiggling slightly like her confidence needed even more opportunities to let itself be known. Dropping the paddle, Cana then retrieved one of the thin yet sturdy switches from the selection and went through with her ritual once more of flicking the tool through the air with a sharp noise that hit Erza's ears like a cannon blast from the fear it had created for her.

Giving no fanfare, the Card Magic User swung down faster than the paddle could have ever allowed, its weight feeling tremendous upon Erza's rear compared to the thin sticks indenting down deep into the same sensitive place, lowered to her thighs to ensure her sit spots didn't come out of this unscathed. Erza properly shrieked this time as the strike landed sharp and vicious, reddened marks in place of creamy pale flesh.

"Owwww..." she let out weakly.

Just as she was ready to try and shut out the sympathy "Oooo" noises coming from the crowd -none of them likely to step in and help her- the old paddle came back and slammed down hard far too shortly after the switch had, the overwhelming heat of the landing zone returning and sending the plump globes of her butt into a supple jiggle.

"If you don't mind, Mira's gonna be joining" added Cana like she were stating something both obvious and without any chance of question. Erza looked around at the crowd all gawking at her embarrassing state, some sympathizing, some overjoyed, and even some amused. Yes, she, the woman called Titania, had been so completely reduced as to even be hearing laughter at her own expense and there was nothing she could do to stop it outside of breaking down whatever shreds of pride were left by going back on her word.

Taking only some few seconds to contemplate it, Erza nodded. She knew it didn't matter: the friendly smile gracing the bar matron's lips made it obvious she had absolutely no say in the matter. Perhaps she had to nod more for herself than her spectators. She pushed the thought down and braced herself for the incoming strike.

A swat to the right, a sting to the left, crushing pure flesh down and making it shake continuously until the next hit, heating up every spot they touched enough to make her think they may be up in flames from the sheer friction of tearing through the air at the speed they did. Her hair reddened from coats of sweat matting down onto her face as her face reddened from the dizzying mental overload of knowing each and every smack was being captured from each and every detail by each and every eye gazing upon her.

As the 13th or so smack arrived where it had every other time without fail, her upper body jerked forward in the pillory as tears threatened to spill from the corners of her eyes, testament to the reddened state of her whole backside. Explosive energy that refused to fade took hold of her entire lower body by this point, her knees barely holding her up as the pillory forced her on her feet. As the crowd kept increasing and increasing to watch her being humiliated, she shut her eyes tightly to force any potential tears back where they'd came from, knowing that being seen crying would be the last straw of the events from today she'd be willing to live down.

And then for just a moment, things seemed to quiet down, eerily so. No spanking arrived for her, and she was both relieved and worried.

In a moment she realized: the hour must have passed! The trip here had surely taken up half of the allotted time, so naturally they had to let her go. As if to confirm her hopes, Laki released the pillory and Erza was finally able to collapse down onto her hands and knees.

Finally, it was over...

And then, just before her skirt had a chance to flutter down to cover her bottom like it was meant to, the claws of a demon swept underneath and locked around the pink waistband of her cake-printed panties, wrenching them violently back out of her skirt and tearing her off the ground from her momentary place of rest into mid-air.

"Ooouuuuuch!!" cried out Erza as the last tears she'd kept at bay streamed down her face from the new suffering they'd created for her, unable to focus off the vicious pressure long enough to look behind her but still knowing only the She-Devil that was Mirajane's combat form could have been responsible.

"B-But, the time-limit-!" the swordswoman tried to start.

"...Is still going" Cana cut off.

Erza's body stilled as she dangled, almost ignoring the pressure as signals and synapses fired through her brain trying to make sense of what she'd just been told. "Your punishment only began with that first spanking, you know. You're the one that was so eager to get started, remember?" Cana smirked. "I didn't order you to do anything... maybe suggested, but nothing ordered."

Erza's face heated up, this time in absolute frustration. "Cana Alberona, I'll see to it you pay dearly for this treachery!" she attempted to squirm only to realize her armor refused to come when she called on it.

Wristbands... she was wearing wristbands. Most likely slipped on with the pillory.

And from what she could tell, it was preventing her from requipping to something, anything that would allow her to put a stop to this farce. She was separated from her armor. Helpless, and no chance to change that. The complete loss of her dignity hit her all at once as she realized even her pride had been rendered worthless in the face of the boundless helplessness she felt here without her armor.

Erza slumped down in her own underwear as she fully gave in to the humiliation, her body bouncing once to accommodate the shifting weight. With a nod, Mirajane floated the Swordswoman to the great tree and hooked her over its tallest and most visible branch. Now she was on display for just about anyone nearby, even outside the crowd that had reached a fever pitch in size. A few guild members giggled just a bit more openly than before remembering the times she'd used that method of punishment to correct their behavior.

The strawberry shortcake distorted as it crawled up her back, her body rotating as the tension around each and every thread grew out of control. She, a respected member of Fairy Tail was in the midst of getting a wedgie. Just the thought of how many previous impossibilities had come together to place her of all people in such a situation made her brow crease to a frown as the pink waistband and the legholes with it creaked trying to find new room to break free and failing, instead pressing onto her rear and front harder than before.

Right then, the ringing of a nearby clock gave her a signal she'd forgotten about in the haze of being dominated, but instantly welcomed. "That's it, right? The hour is up?" She didn't want to sound like she were pleading here, but her body pressed into the underwear harder again as her head perked up.

Cana only laughed for a moment. "Well, the bet stipulated you couldn't fight back. It didn't say anything about letting you down or anything."

Erza's heart skipped a beat. "What!? But that's not-!"

"Hey, I didn't make the rules. If I remember correctly, that was you."

Truthfully, she had illusion magic to thank for her cards changing on her own accord during that game, but when it comes to stipulations like that, things become a matter of survival. And she certainly had the rest of the guild's blessing on the matter based on how eager some of them had been to let her cheating slide.

"Anyway, you enjoy yourself up there, Erza. Take in the sights, ya know?" She flashed a toothy grin. "Sounds like a good distraction from that monster wedgie for sure. I need a drink."

As she passed through the crowd that had become a sea, she gave another declaration. "Feel free to embarrass her all you like, gang. Don't worry, she can handle it."

Mira, still the She-Devil, took the opportunity to swipe Erza's blue skirt off with one claw and tear her ruffles white shirt open with the other. Erza's face became a storm of red befitting her hair.

"Mirajane!" she attempted to complain, squirming in the magic cancelling binds around her wrists and merely spinning in her underwear instead till the waistband stretched far out of any reach she could have reasonably manipulated it from.

Mirajane returned to the ground, human once more. "C'mon, it'd be a shame to deny your fans. And those undies are... kinda asking for it too."

Giving one last smile, Mira turned on her heel back to the guild hall to ensure Cana's celebratory drink didn't empty all their alcohol stores, leaving Erza alone with the straggling guild members and the gawking citizens.

Erza shut her eyes as if hoping to shut out the world around her. Here she was, hanging in the air by a pair of strawberry shortcake-printed panties that could be seen from any side, her reddened butt split in half by them and experiencing the same embarrassing penalty as her body rotated with the wind, like the entire world wanted her on display. She crossed her arms to at least cover her chest, her plain white bra tight enough that every shimmer and creak of the panties made her breasts jiggle in their own embarrassing rhythm.

She thought she heard someone laugh at her as another rotation put her deep-red cheeks into perfect view, moaning in pain as the sting came back to her if only from memory combined with comprehension.

All of it was absolutely the worst.

Spanked, wedgied, half-naked and in the middle of the town being laughed at. Her, the great Titania Erza, without the very tiniest hint of pride. How she wished she hadn't made such a foolish bet, wished she hadn't gone along with it so easily and especially wished she hadn't worn these cake-printed panties. She knew from their reliability that they had little chance of tearing and releasing her from this cage any time soon.

"This is so... humiliating..." she groaned under her breath. She had no possible other way of describing it.
For :iconscarlet-sabre:

So here's a first: I did a live improv writing session as a commission of all things. And I did it on 20 hours without sleep at that. The request was for any given situation where Erza Scarlet gets humiliated in front of a large crowd and the idea of a lost bet was the main conceit of the plot. I actually had some fun writing Erza's embarrassing situation (it was also a nice opportunity to write an extended spanking scene).

Fairy Tail and all its offshoots are the property of Hiro Mashima/Kodansha publishing.
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Baseball456 Featured By Owner Mar 16, 2017
Awesome 
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Andyeah Featured By Owner Mar 16, 2017  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thank you :)
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dragonsouloverlord5 Featured By Owner Mar 15, 2017  Hobbyist
great story man ^^


I kind of feel bad for erza though 
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Andyeah Featured By Owner Edited Mar 15, 2017  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Oh, yes. I had to try and hold back a bit to make sure I didn't completely overdo it on her. Since I usually write with sadism in mind instead of humiliation, I kinda wrote humiliation through a lens of sadism and... both just sort of went up at the same rate as each other ^^;

(I'm also generally more sadistic when I'm tired, which was definitely bad news for Erza with me writing after being awake for 18-20 hours)
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dragonsouloverlord5 Featured By Owner Mar 15, 2017  Hobbyist
huh, okay man ^^;


(sorry to hear that your tired man)
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Andyeah Featured By Owner Mar 16, 2017  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Yeah... gotta learn to control that instinct when I'm writing for others...

(thanks :))
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dragonsouloverlord5 Featured By Owner Mar 16, 2017  Hobbyist
Ok, good luck with that dude

(Any time :))
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Andyeah Featured By Owner Mar 16, 2017  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Many thanks :)
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dragonsouloverlord5 Featured By Owner Mar 16, 2017  Hobbyist
Again, any time :D
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Andyeah Featured By Owner Mar 16, 2017  Hobbyist Digital Artist
:)
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vassilizaitzev Featured By Owner Mar 15, 2017
Oh my. Poor Ezra. 
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Andyeah Featured By Owner Mar 15, 2017  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Indeed. She really got it good this time around...
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vassilizaitzev Featured By Owner Mar 16, 2017
You succeeded in making me want to pull her off her perch and give her a big hug. 
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Andyeah Featured By Owner Mar 16, 2017  Hobbyist Digital Artist
She'd definitely deserve that much, but you can bet as soon as she got down she'd thank you and then go on the warpath hunting down every last gawker who laughed...
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vassilizaitzev Featured By Owner Mar 16, 2017
I'll wish her luck, admiring her tight behind as she goes on the warpath. ;p
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Andyeah Featured By Owner Mar 16, 2017  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Careful: she might notice your eyes ;)
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vassilizaitzev Featured By Owner Mar 16, 2017
Will she kill me?
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Andyeah Featured By Owner Mar 16, 2017  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Nah... her mood shouldn't be that bad.

But... the glare will be terrifying for sure.
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