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Lillian and A Little Fitness

And here we have the sequel to Lillian and the Ritual:

Lillian and A Little Fitness in which Lillian discovers it’s not just her landlady who has suddenly taken a keen interest in helping her get her shit together.

A new tab has also been added to the bar along the top “The Adventures of Lillian” some old bars (particularly “Etrian Odyssey”) have been removed, though you can still find the posts with the links to the Etrian Odyssey stories by searching for posts with the Etrian Odyssey tag.

Hope people enjoy!


Lillian and the Ritual

Sorry about my long, sporadic silence. The Real World has been keeping me very busy, and I’ve had a bit of a slump in my interest in spanking content lately. Likely a little bit of burnout now that I’ve finished Scarlet Moon and am trying to get into the headspace of a new game. So I’ve been poking at it here and there, but it’s been rather slow going.

Anyway, a week or so ago, I had an idea for a fun spanking story about a young lady who uses a magic ritual to wish to “be better” and discovers just how painful implementing that wish can be: Lillian and the Ritual

I may produce some sequels in the future, I don’t know. I had a lot of fun writing it, and it was kind of nice to be able to just sit down and write a story with predefined characters and bodytypes (trying to write around the blank slate that is the PC in a game is quite difficult). Anyway, I hope people enjoy!

If I end up producing any sequels, I will include a link in the toolbar above, for now you can find this story in the future by selecting the “Lillian” category.

Crimson Glow Flash Fiction

Spankers, Spankees and Switches of All Ages (18 and above),

As promised, as follows are two little scenarios written by Chaosnova to get a handle on the various characters, and which he has kindly agreed to share. A few things to note before we get to the juicy bits:

Creative Commons License
The Courageous Crimson Glow by AKA Russell and Friends is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 4.0 International License.

What this means is that you are free to create your own derivative works so long as you.

1. Give us credit for Crimson Glow (attributing the work to “AKA Russell and Friends” along with a link to will be sufficient)

2. Release your work under a compatible license (for simplicity, you can just release it under the same license). Here’s a link that will make it really easy to license your work:


The scenes themselves are not necessarily canon. They take place around the midgame (which is very much not set in stone). Characters will certainly grow in unexpected ways. Superheroine names may change, etc.


The scenes have been tweaked a little bit to minimize spoilers.


With that, here is the first scene:


In the stressful (and often dangerous) life of a superheroine, there were a couple of things you learned.

First of all, that fighting crime is a pain in the ass, both figuratively and literally. You’d think I’d be joking, but I’m not. It’s almost amazing how often you see a new bad boy on the streets, doing all sorts of things from robbing convenience stores to bringing about the extinction of mankind. And if they’re not new faces, they’re the veterans – the bunch of bad guys so good at their job they’ve escaped capture – so you can bet a shiny nickel that they have a good chance of giving you the slip this time too. Either way, it makes keeping the peace an utter chore.

Well, in comparison, it probably isn’t that bad. Figurative pain in the asses was alright; you just needed a bit of extra effort to get through the ordeal. Literal pain in the asses, however, required a little more than willpower.

“Oww! P-please! I’m sory!”

As unbelievable as it was, even superheroes and superheroines get their tushes whupped from time to time. No, scratch that; a lot of the time. Those idiots at the Superheroes Police Agency aside, every villain in this place seems to be a pro when it comes to the art of thrashing one’s rear end. Mess up and fail to apprehend the bad guy, and you can say goodbye to sitting for a good millennia or three. If you happened to rack up some collateral damage along the way and the Agency catches you, then may Lord have mercy on your soul.

“Ouch! It hurts! Not there! Not there! Owww!”

If I could help it, I wouldn’t even want to think about it. But as much as it pains me to admit it (in more ways than one), spankings were a part of every hero’s life.

“I-I’m really sorry! Pleeease!”

… Then again, I might be thinking about it simply because of the scene happening before me right now.

“Generalissima. Do you mind explaining the situation?” I asked.

“What’s there to explain?” asked Generalissima, continuing in her harsh punishment of the girl draped over her lap. “I’m spanking her. Isn’t it obvious?”

I considered asking Delphi, the recipient of Generalissima’s ire, but she was too preoccupied with kicking, squirming and yelping in pain, so I turned to the only other person I could on the rooftop (Yes, we were on a rooftop. I have no idea how that happened either).

“Bright?” I asked hopefully.

“Little miss leader’s experiencing her time of the month,” the light-bending heroine replied.

Generalisima shot her a very dirty glare.

I let out a heavy sigh. Bright and Generalisima had failed to bond in the most spectacular of ways. None of us will never forget the things they called each other back then (most of which were terms I didn’t know and had no idea how in the world Generalisima came to know about. It took considerable effort for me to make her rear as red as my face had been after that). Perhaps Bright wasn’t the most unbiased of individuals.

“Generalissima?” I repeated.

With a sigh, Generalissima stopped her peppering of Delphi’s rump, leaving the girl sobbing like a toddler over her lap. Given how red her flesh was, not that I could really blame her .

“This little brat,” said Generalissima with a hearty slap to Delphi’s bum, eliciting a yelp from the girl. “Decided it was a good idea to put herself in danger. Again.”

“What, did try to  save a kitten in a tree again?” I asked exasperatedly. “That’s hardly a spankable-”

“Replace ‘climbing a tree’ with ‘jumping out a second floor window’, and you pretty much have the gist of it,” said Generalissima.  Delphi whined like a sad puppy, burying her face in her arms.

I felt my jaw drop. Had it been someone like Anklyana, a reckless act like that might have been understandable. When you can get hit by a semi without flinching (don’t ask), a fall from the second story isn’t exactly a big deal. But Delphi’s powers are…less than conducive to second story window leaping.

“… Then why aren’t you using a paddle?” I asked. “Just hand doesn’t seem to be enough.”

“M-miss Crimson!” exclaimed Delphi, raising her head in panic. She got accustomed to calling me ‘Miss Crimson’, after my superheroine alter ego Crimson Glow. I never quite got used to it, but it wasn’t as if I could just give her my real name.

“I was kidding, I was kidding,” I said. She was way too trusting sometimes. “Don’t make that face.”

“No, no, I agree,” chipped in Bright. “She should totally paddle her ass into the middle of next Tuesday. That’ll teach her to try a stunt like that again.”

“Don’t be a jerk,” I said. “You know she’s trying her best.”

“Irrelevant,” said Bright with a dismissive flick of her wrist. “If you can’t get punched through a wall, you shouldn’t be fighting.”

She sounded pretty cold, but Bright probably liked Delphi more than she cared to admit. Someone with her personality just can’t completely hate someone who tries their best. Maybe she’ll never admit to it, but she was a superheroine after all. She doesn’t have it in her to truly hate anyone, regardless of what she says.

“Well then, back to our ‘discussion’,” Generalissima said. “Are we going to have this conversation again, young lady?”

Interestingly, Generalissima likes to go all ‘mother mode’ during times like this with Delphi, despite their ages being pretty close. And  Generalissima’s tendency to childlike behavior. Of course, pointing that out would probably lead to her heating my seat, so I keep my mouth shut.

“N-no,” Delphi said timidly. “Ma’am,” she added hastily.

“Will you do something dangerous like that ever again?” Generalissima asked, the look in her eyes softening a little.


Bright hastily hid her laugh behind a hacking cough. I didn’t have the finesse, so I simply ended up choking.

“What did you say?” asked Generalissima. She was using the Demon Generalissima voice, and that was not a good thing. Especially when there was someone over her lap with their bottom exposed. I’d consider buying some lotion for Delphi and her soon-to-be flaming rear, provided I wasn’t in such a desperate need for a nuclear bomb shelter right then. “Care to explain, miss Delphi?”

“I-I can’t just ignore someone in need of help,” Delphi replied softly. Whether she was more embarrassed or more scared was anyone’s guess. “B-but I don’t want to lie to you either, miss Generalissima… I-I’m sorry…”

If I wasn’t scared out of my mind, I’d have praised her courage in the face of an elemental horror beyond the darkest musings of Lovecraft. Generalissima wasn’t the leader of the Crimson League, a superhero league. As in a bunch of super passionate people with the ability to put holes in concrete. So it went without saying how terrifying she could be when someone really pissed her off.

But instead of going Armageddon on her butt, Generalissima just heaved a long, drawn-out sigh and lifted Delphi to her feet.

“Stand there,” she ordered, pointing to a random corner of the roof. “Don’t pull down your skirt or pull up your panties. Crimson, keep an eye on her until I get back.”

“Uh… okay,” I said.

“Let’s go, light bulb,” she snapped, walking off.

“Bite me, Spaniard,” Bright countered, though she did follow after her.

“I’m Latina, you bastard spawn of Phreatichthys andruzzii,” said Generalissima.

“You know insults don’t work when the insulted doesn’t understand them right?” said Bright.

“So you think.”

And so I was left with Delphi. Luckily for her, she wasn’t told to stand on the edge of the roof, so no one would be seeing her rump unless they came up here. Not that it made the experience any less embarrassing.

“That was some response,” I said, sitting on the floor and keeping watch on the sobbing girl. “Do you hate sitting down so much?”

“I-I was just being honest…” whined Delphi. “I didn’t mean to make miss Generalissima angry…”

“Well, you-” I paused, noticing the purple spot on Delphi’s right ankle. “Delphi. Did you sprain your ankle?”

“Eh?” Delphi jumped, hastily shuffling her feet to keep it hidden. It was a futile effort, of course, but it didn’t stop her from trying. “E-er, well… I-I… Yes, I did…”

“Does Generalissima know about it?”


“I swear,” I sigh. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

“I-I’m sorry…”

“Come over here,” I said, causing her to flinch. “I’m not going to make you endure another round. It’s tough to stand like that, right? C’mere.”

“Y-yes ma’am,” mumbled the terrified kitten that was Delphi, limping over. As soon as she was close enough, I spin her around, and pull her gently into a sitting position in my lap. “Eep!”

“Well, I gotta give you credit,” I said. “You’ve mastered every possible means of pissing the General off.”

“I-I’m sorry…”

“Don’t worry about it,” I said, examining the bruise. It wasn’t that severe, but it probably still hurt pretty badly. “Just don’t be so stupid next time, alright?”

“B-but, the little boy was crying, and…” Delphi trailed off, the rest of her words left unsaid. Well,  I could roughly guess what she wanted to say anyway.

“Leave that to us,” I told her. “If you put yourself in danger or hurt yourself, that’ll only cause us more trouble, you know?”

Of course, that alone wouldn’t stop her. If something like that sufficed, she would have stopped a long time ago.

“I’m sorry,” said Delphi again. I swear, apologies were her catchphrase. “I didn’t mean to…”

“We know,” I cut across her. “The General knows better than anyone else. That’s probably why she gets angrier than anyone else.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, simply put, you remind her of her,” I explained. “This is a secret between us, but Generalissima used to be a little like you – simply reckless. She was more of a daredevil than you were, though, and she just did things for the heck of it most of the time. She didn’t really put much thought into what she did either, which often ended up with her crying in a corner with a flaming red butt. Like you right now.”

“T-that…” Delphi mumbled. “B-but miss General is so cool and smart… I’m nothing like her.”

“Well, in that aspect, maybe,” I shrugged. You have to admit, it’s difficult to compete with a girl who has enough brains to beat Cray Titan in a math competition. “But she sees a lot of herself in you. That’s why she can’t bear to see you put yourself in danger; she doesn’t want to see you make the same stupid mistakes she did and hurt yourself. And, well, hurt those around you because you didn’t think. If you hurt yourself, you’re effectively hurting your family and friends as well, you know? Knowing that you of all people are doing that makes her even angrier, I imagine.”

I paused, letting the weight of those words sink in. I’m not usually this chatty, but there were times where I could speak like an adult too. I am a superheroine, after all.

“… I guess I really made her mad,” Delphi muttered.

“Well, as long as you’re safe, she can’t stay too mad at you,” I comforted, stroking the girl’s hair. “I can’t make guarantees about the state of your bum, though.”

“Say, Miss Crimson,” she said. “Do you think I should-”

Before she could finish, the disaster duo returned, pushing open the door to the roof and freezing where they stood.

“… What are you two doing?” asked Generalissima, her tone… well, I hardly need to explain, do I? “Crimson, I gave you a job before I left, right?”

In retrospect, I probably should have explained the situation. If I just simply told her about Delphi’s sprained ankle, maybe everything would have turned out alright. But in that moment, I was feeling a more than a little mischievous.

Also, remember what I said before about elemental horrors? Yeah.

While cradling a very confused Delphi in my arms, I dashed and jumped off the roof, expanding my forcefields to catch an updraft and glide to another rooftop.

They would catch us eventually; Bright could fly circles around me while infected with the West Nile Virus. But for the moment, I’ll just run for my life while carrying a girl whose panties were still around her ankles and whose red butt was on full display.

Because if I were smart, I wouldn’t be a superheroine.



And the second scene, which follows shortly after the first:

Tarzana woke to the sight of a bright red sun.

Her first reaction was one of panic. She had fallen asleep indoors, so waking up outdoors was certainly a cause of concern. Several horrible possibilities flashed through her head in that instant, ranging from a fairly harmless
prank (in which case she’d have to tan a few hides into oblivion) to an assault on headquarters (in which case her hide was probably in danger).

All of those worries dissipated, however, when she realized she was still indoors. Then she realized that “red sun” was actually a pair of impressively red bum cheeks. She smirked mischievously.

“Wow, you really are Crimson Glow,” she said.

The superheroine standing in the corner of the room groaned. Crimson Glow, or Crimson for short, was a fellow hero in the Crimson League. She was the field commander, and and had been the first superheroine to appear on the scene.
Field commander or no, at that moment all she looked like was a thoroughly chastised teenager in a rather risgue Halloween costume.

“Shut up,” mumbled Crimson Glow with a sniffle. If the deep shade of red wasn’t proof enough, her voice certainly conveyed just how much her punishment had hurt. “Generalissima said she’ll deal with you for dozing off later.”

“Hey, it’s a comfortable place to nap,” Tarzana strecthed and stifled a yawn. The prospect of being paddled by Generalissima worried her more than a little, but for now, she was going to milk the moment for what it was worth.
“And I get such a nice view all to myself.”

“Up yours,” Crimson snapped, then gasped. “U-um, I…”

“Ho ho,” Tarzana beamed, her voice laced with mirth. With the air of a predator that had found fresh prey, she got up from her seat and walked towards Crimson. “Language, young lady. What was that I heard you say just now? Did
you by any chance just say ‘up yours’?”

“Um…” Crimson shuffled her feet. “L-Listen, Tarzana, I-”

“Oh dear me,” said Tarzana. She couldn’t contain her smile, which was so wide it could very well split her face in two. “If memory serves, the Superheroes Police Agency issued a little something that stated heroes had to behave
in a way that set a good example for civilians, didn’t they?”

“Ugh,” Crimson clicked her tongue, her interlocked fingers tensing up as she waited for the inevitable verdict.

“Amongst many other things, I’m pretty sure there was a rule that prohibited the use of profannies,” Tarzana said.


“Oh my, what could’ve gotten into me?” said Tarzana. “I’ve clearly got fannies on the mind. I wonder why?”

“Come on, Tarzana-”

“Oh right. It’s probably because the punishment for breaking that rule was a hearty spanking,” said Tarzana. “With their awful, awful paddles, too. Indestructible I hear.”

“If you’re going to beat my butt black and blue, just get on with it,” said Crimson with a sigh. Even without looking, Tarzana could tell she was slamming her eyes shut and bracing for impact. “J-just make it quick.”

“Well, alright,” Tarzana said, landing one solid smack to the girl’s ample butt, making her squeak and jump up and down. Reminded her of Bunni. “There we go. I’m not that heartless, dear; I’m not gonna wallop you with your rump
in that state.”

“You could’ve abstained from that slap too…” whined Crimson, wiggling her hips in pain. The Generalissima must’ve told her she couldn’t rub, and she was keeping to it. “Ouch… That really stung.”

“Look on the bright side.” Tarzana shrugged. “It’s way better than what you’d get from SPANK.”

“Says the one who walked away from their paddling with hardly a mark,” grumbled Crimson.
“You know what, I changed my mind. I’m going to paddle you till you cry a river after all.”

“Okay okay okay!” Crimson said hastily as Tarzana rested her palm on the other woman’s burning derrier. “I’m kidding! I’m kidding!”

“Thought so,” Tarzana chuckled. She walked away and sat on a chair by the meeting table. “What’d you do, anyway? I haven’t seen your ass that red since the Hiccup Incident-”
“Don’t bring that up,” Crimson said sharply, shuddering. “Ever. Like seriously. No. Please.”

“Alright, alright,” said Tarzana. She certainly couldn’t blame the other hero for not wanting to think about it. Everyone present for it could testify that no human’s butt had ever been (or would ever be) walloped so hard.
It was a mark of true heroism that Crimson had managed to endure something like that and lived to tell the tale. Rumor had it she couldn’t sit straight for a good few months after the dreadful event. “But really; what’d you do?”

Before Crimson could reply, the door to the meeting room opened, and a sobbing girl walked in. Delphi.

“M-Miss Crimson,” Delphi sobbed, wiping fresh tears from her eyes with one hand as she rubbed her skirt with the other. “M-Miss Generalissima said you could come out of the corner now. O-oh, hello Miss Tarzana…”

“Hullo.” Tarzana turned her wolfish grin on Delphi. “You got walloped too? Were you two partners in crime or something?”

“You could say that,”said Crimson, coming out of the corner and walking over to Delphi, her own rump completely ignored. “How’s your ankle?”

“B-better,” said Delphi, calming down a little. Tarzana noticed that one of Delphi’s ankles was bandaged. “Miss General… still p-punished me, but she went easy and… apologized for not noticing…”

“Well, that’s great isn’t it?” Crimson said. “Want a hug?”

Delphi dived into Crimson and wrapped her armed around her waist.

“Did you tell her what we talked about?” Crimson whispered.

“Mm,” Delphi nodded into Crimson’s costume.

“Well, this is fun and all, but I’m a busy gal,” said Tarzana, raising an eyebrow at the weird but heartwarming sight. “So I’ll leave you two-”

“You’re not going anywhere Jungle Lady.”

Tarzana froze on the spot the moment she heard that voice.

“H-hey, boss,” she said with a nervous smile. “W-what brings you here?”

“Well, I considered sending Delphi to get you,” said Generalissima crisply. “But then again, you’d probably run away if I did, so I decided to come here myself. I’ve had enough of people running away from their punishments
today, thank you very much.”

Crimson suddenly put a lot of effort into avoiding everyone’s gaze.

“And Delphi,” the Generalissima called out, making the girl flinch. “Geez. Calm down. I want you to come to my room later. I… owe you an apology. For not, well, noticing your injury and making you stand there.”

“Y-yes ma’am,” said Delphi, clearly unsure of how to react.

“Now then,”the Generalissima said, more authoritatively this time as she turned to Tarzana. “You know what to do.”

“Oh, come on-” Tarzana groaned. Then she saw what Generalissima was holding. “Whoa whoa! I-I only dozed off! Don’t tell me you’re going to use t-that!”

The only reply to her panic was a wide, wide smile.

“Bend. Over.”

In the face of that sweet voice, Tarzana could feel her blood freezing over in her veins.

Oh my god, she thought. I’m so not gonna be sitting down anytime soon.