Just Peachy (Closed for Jadeknight)

Bowsette nodded and grabbed Peach, pulling her into the back with her as the tailor followed. They had to undo the sleeve to get her into the dress, which made for quite the scuffle in the back room. He could hear muffled screaming, a couple small crashes, Bowsette saying "Ow! You bitch!", and more muffled screaming. After about 20 minutes of this, Bowsette dragged Peach out of the room in the purple dress, the sleeve once again holding her arms back.

Peach hated it with a burning passion. It showed a lot more cleavage than she was used to and felt way too tight. It was like the dress was almost a second skin. Come to think of it, the whole dress was like a sleeve in of itself, constricting the movement of her legs so that she couldn't run if she wanted to. She seethed silently as Bowsette grinned.

"We're done!" Bowsette grinned. "Ta-dah!" She gestured at Peach and wiggled her fingers in a "jazz-hands" sort of way.
 
He chuckled softly as he heard all the commotion in the back as they worked to get Peach into the dress. He could just imagine the way Peach was fighting them, but he just took his time browsing the dresses. He looked up when he heard the door open and watched them come out.

"Ah."

He walked around Peach for a few seconds, looking her up and down carefully.

"Very good. Just the way a princess should be. I probably should have asked this earlier, but are you a virgin my princess?"

He grinned as he watched her face for his answer. Meanwhile, he had laid another dress on the counter, this one for Bowsette, minus any footwear.
 
Peach's eyes followed him as he circled her like a vulture eyeing a particularly succulent piece of meat. She felt so helpless in that dress and get-up and hated that he could look at her however he wanted.

Her face went from anger to shock then to fear. She shook her head and said, "Mm mmm m mm mm-mm!" What she meant to say was, "That's none of your business." Indeed she was, and she didn't like the fact that he felt he needed to know about something so private. A princess was supposed to save herself until marriage in order to ensure that marriages of alliance would go over smoothly, almost as if it were part of her dowry.

Bowsette looked over the new dress with excitement, grabbing it and immediately wiggling out of her own dress to put it on. Her naked body was visible to all of them for a few moments before the other dress was upon her. It wasn't zipped up, though, so she turned from him and looked over her shoulder with a seductive smile, "Won't you zip me up, Master?"
 
Though he pretty much understood what Peach was trying to say, her reaction was more than enough of an answer for him. He grinned for a moment, nodding.

"I see, I see."

He did chuckle for a moment at Bowsette stripping and redressing, though the tailor seemed a little shocked for a moment. He shook his head for a moment before smiling.

"Of course. pet."

He moved around behind her, zipping up the dress carefully. He hmmed for a moment looking her over before nodding.

"Go ahead and adjust the dress to account for her tail and then let me know when you are done."

"Yes mi'lord."

The woman smiled before motioning for Bowsette to head back to the back. In the meantime, he grabbed ahold of Peach's leash before drawing closer to her. He reached up with his free hand, his claws running lightly up and down the bared skin of her chest.

"You will stay like this until you learn to behave."
 
Bowsette followed her into the back, pleased that he had seen fit to zip her up.

Peach jerked back on the leash as his claw touched her skin, but his grip was tight and she couldn't pull it from him. She narrowed her eyes and looked back up to him defiantly, she was not so easily broken, so she knew she would be in this get-up for quite a while.

She wanted badly to slap his hand away from her chest, but all she could do in protest was turn around so that her back was facing him rather than her chest. It was useless to try to say anything to him, but she wished she could tell him off for being so rude and perverted.

Him telling her that she would need to learn to behave was a laugh. She thought to herself that it was he who needed to learn some manners. For the lord of the province, he was sorely lacking in them.
 
He laughed for a moment as she turned away from him, trying to get out of his grip.

"Tsk, tsk. Such a rude princess."

He grinned for a moment as he pulled on the leash, pulling her back against him. He leaned down and whispered softly in her ear.

"Such fiestiness is unbecoming of a princess. A princess doesn't defy her lord and Master."

He grinned and reached his free hand up once more, scraping his claws lightly up and down over her exposed bare flesh for a moment. At the same time, he lowered his head and bit down on the nape of her delicate neck lightly but firmly.
 
"Mm!" she squeaked as she was pulled against his black-scaled body.

Peach squeezed her eyes shut as she felt his hot breath on her ear as he whispered about her resistance to him. He kept talking about what was unbecoming of a princess, and yet she knew he didn't see her as such. He saw her as a pretty little thing that he could tease and play with until he found something that caught his attention more. If he truly saw her as a princess, he would have given her the respect she deserved and not laid a single finger on her.

Speaking of which, she strained against him as he touched her chest, thinking to herself that she would be dead before she would ever allow herself to call him her lord or her master. She froze as she felt his teeth on the back of her neck, though. His teeth lightly poked at her skin like tiny little pinpricks. He wouldn't actually bite her would he? She didn't think he would, but she truly didn't know the full depth of his twisted ways, so she stood very still.
 
He mmed as he continued to hold the nape of her neck in his mouth. He did bite down a little harder on her skin. However, it was only hard enough to leave the marks of his teeth without drawing blood. His breathe was hot over her skin as he licked along her soft skin with his tongue, enjoying the taste of her.

He released her from his mouth, but continued to lick up along the side of her neck. He trailed his tongue along up along the side of her face before pulling away and giving her a bit of slack.

"Mmm..tasty princess."
 
She trembled a bit as he started to bite down a little, sighing in relief as he suddenly released her.

Princess Peach felt him start to lick her neck. "Mm!" There was no slack to pull on, so she had to stand and bear it as his tongue continued to leave slick trails of saliva on her skin. It felt gross to her, especially since she hated his guts. The lick up her cheek was almost unbearable. Why was his tongue so long?

She felt him give her a little bit of leeway with the leash, so she backed up and turned to face him once more. Peach made a small stomp on the floor and shook her head at him, saying "MM!" It was obvious that she was telling him off for licking and touching her, and that she never wanted him to try it again.
 
He grinned for a moment when she turned around, stomping on the wooden floor. He could see the anger in her eyes as she tried to tell him no despite the gag. He lifted his free hand and wiggled a finger back and forth at her.

"Tsk, tsk. There you go, trying to tell me what to do again. And trying to speak as well. Bad princess."

He looked around for a moment before spotting a small piece of metal that had been nailed into the top of the counter like a closed arch. He slipped the end of the leash into it, tying it off so she wouldn't run out on him. Then he looked around behind the counter before pulling out a small wooden paddle the tailor had left there. He chuckled for a moment.

"I guess this is for those rowdy kids from time to time."

He stepped back around the counter before pulling her by the leash towards the counter and pushing her down on the stomach on top of the counter.
 
"MM!" she said to him as he tied her leash to the metal hook. She tried to pull herself free, but his knot was a masterful one.

She continued her struggle against him when he grabbed her and pushed her over the counter. She lay there on her stomach, hands bound behind her and legs practically glued together from the dress. All she could do was wiggle like some kind of caterpillar before him, hoping that he wasn't about to do what she thought he was.

Peach had seen him grab the paddle and look at it fondly as if it was something he liked using. She had never been spanked as a child, nor as an adult for that matter, and she really didn't want to start now.
 
He was enjoying watching her wiggle on the counter, but he didn't want her to get away from him. He laid his free hand on the small of her back, pressing down to hold her in place. The paddle was laid against her shapely ass for a moment as he spoke.

"How many times did I say a princess should be seen and not heard? Give me a moment."

He tapped her ass lightly a couple of times as he counted it up before stopping.

"Ah yes, three times as least. And you defied that at least five times now. Not very princess like behavior. Now..I think two per time should be enough for now."

He grinned before raising the paddle into the air and bringing it down on her ass in a hard stroke. He grinned watching her ass jiggle for a moment before he continued, counting out each hard stroke.After the final stroke, he laid the paddle down on the counter next to her as he released her from holding her down.
 
He was absolutely crazy, she thought to herself as he talked to her about how many times she had "defied" him. It was natural for someone to try to resist being subjugated, especially when they themselves were of higher stature. He must just like punishing her, she thought angrily.

Her eyes watered as he started to spank her, feeling the sting of the paddle on her leather dress. It didn't offer her any protection from the smacks and rippled with her skin from the impact. How did it come to this? A princess like herself bent over a counter while a mad dragon lord spanked her with a paddle?

She lay there limply for a few moments, trying to steel herself. Peach didn't want to cry in front of him, but felt a lump in her throat. For once she was glad she couldn't speak, because if she had she wouldn't have been able to keep her tears from falling.
 
He smirked a little, standing there watching her for a few moments. He did wonder if she would cry from the pain, something that wouldn't surprise him. Deciding to check on Bowsette, he left her laying on the counter in plain view for any one who came in to see.

He made his way to the door to the back, opening it slowly.

"Pardon the interruption. I just thought I would come and see how the refitting was going."
 
Bowsette turned to him and grinned, "We're just about done, I think. I heard some smacking going on out there. Was Peachy being a bad girl?" She let the seamstress finish up a few more stitches before the dress was deemed finished. The black-dressed beauty turned to him and slunk her way over to where he was standing.

"What do you think, stud? Does it whet your whistles?" She gave him a little turn and stuck one of her legs out of the gap of the dress to show off as much thigh as she could. Bowsette was still horny from him putting his fingers inside of her earlier, and was hoping he would be inclined to do so in the back of that little shop.

A woman and her child came into the shop, spotted Peach bent over the counter, and high-tailed it out of there. Peach felt embarrassed for being such a sight that a mother had to take her child away from her. If only she could get the sleeves off. There had to be scissors around there somewhere, but how would she use them to cut the bindings. If there was a weapon, she could rub against it, but there wouldn't be such a thing in a tailor shop.
 
He chuckled softly at Bowsette's question about Peach.

"Yes, she might had been a little bad."

He mmed for a moment after the dress was finished and she tried to show off for him.

"Yes, very well done. It suits you just fine."

He glanced towards the young woman for a moment, opening the door behind him.

"I'll have the payment brought by later, but I have some unfinished business."

The young woman smiled and nodded, scooting past him. He closed the door behind her before turning his attention to Bowsette. He took a moment to walk around her slowly, admiring her curvy body before stopping behind her. He pressed up behind her, pressing her into the wall as he slipped a hand through the slit.

"Time for a little test."

He grinned as his hand moved over her crotch, rubbing against her panties as he could feel she was still wet from earlier. He slipped two fingers into her, the claws scraping along her inner walls as he bit down on the nape of her neck.
 
"Geeze, Peach is always so stuck-up, it'll be good to see her taken down a peg or two. You know, she and I have a history of playing cat and mouse, but she always had two guys that would come to rescue her. And she was such a prude that she wouldn't even kiss them as a thank you. I know both of them had hard-ons for her, but she would always just skip back to her castle like a goody-two-shoes."

Bowsette did a couple sexy poses for him as he slowly walked around her, giggling as he pushed her up against the wall.

"Ooooh yeah...test me all day long, babe." Bowsette whispered. She spread her legs a bit to give him more room to maneuver if he wanted. He heard her whimper with desire as his fingers plunged into her; she was so wet and ready for anything he wanted. She shivered as she felt him bite down. The little sharp points of his teeth making her so aroused as she imagined him biting down harder and drawing blood from her.

Bowsette liked flirting with danger, like the sort of person who would be turned on if someone ran a cool knife down their belly, threatening to cut them but instead cutting off her clothes.

Peach looked up at the shopkeeper pleadingly but the shopkeeper just looked at her sympathetically and said, "Sorry miss. If he wants you like that, then I have no business taking anything off you or risk losing my shop and my livelihood." She could understand that, so she got herself off the counter and instead sat on a chair behind the counter.
 
He took her information on Peach and put it away for later use. He was quite sure that information would be quite useful later.

He bit down a little harder on Bowsette's neck, but not enough to break the skin. He didn't want to get blood on the new dress just yet. At the same time, his claws probe deeply into her, the tips of his claws scraping over her g-spot for several moments. He mmed as he felt her spasm around his fingers, her juices coating him thickly.

He soon pulled his fingers from her, licking them clean with a growl.

"Mmm...thank you for the information."

He pulled the back of her dress aside as he pulled her back a bit from the wall as well. He used his other hand to guide his tips to his pet's waiting holes before growling as he plunged hard and deeply into her once more.

"Fuck...wonderful pet..."
 
"Fuck... your teeth feel so good on my skin... Oh God..." Bowsette shuddered as his claw hit the right spot once more. She could feel her pussy constricting on his fingers as she was so close. A couple more scratches and she screamed out, "Master! I'm cumming!" She panted, looking back at him in time to see him licking his fingers lustfully.

Bowsette shifted as he re-positioned her body so that she was bent over with her face, breasts, and arms, pushed against the wall and her ass exposed to him. Her tail waived side to side in the air in anticipation of what was to come. "Anything for you..."

She groaned deeply as he shoved himself hard inside her again. The cock in her pussy slid in as if skating across an icy pond, while the other had to be a bit more firm in its intrusion since her ass wasn't as lubed up, having only the cum from their previous encounter inside.

"Fuck me with your dragon cocks until I can't even walk, Master."
 
"With pleasure...."

He grunted a little as he forced his way into her ass before he was fully inside her, their hips pressing together. After making sure her dress was out of the way, he gripped her hips with his hands, claws digging at her soft skin. He began to growl with pleasure as he began to thrust in and out of her with hard and fast thrusts, his claws kneading into her skin as well.

"Mmmm..so tight...wonderful..."

He pulled one hand from her hips, giving her ass a hard smack for a moment.
 
"Oooh, yeah. Your cocks make me go fuckin' insane!" Bowsette panted as he started to roughly slam her holes with voracious hunger. She made no attempt to be quiet this time around, either, letting her voice carry as she let out noises of lust and pleasure.

Her ass jiggled as he smacked it, and he felt her holes spasm when he did so. Bowsette's tongue was lolling out lewdly, letting saliva drip down as she felt his sharp claws knead her soft pale flesh. The scales of his cocks were still so alien to her, but sooo good. They were like some kind of innovative sex toys from the future.

Peach and the Seamstress traded uncomfortable looks as they both listened to the loud noises of Bowsette being fucked hard. Princess Peach was glad that he was having so much fun with her since it meant that he would likely not have the time or energy to mess with Peach as much during the rest of the day.
 
He grinned as he listened to Bowsette let out her noises of lust and pleasure. He growled deeper as he felt her tighten around his cocks when he slapped her ass. He continued at the same pace for a few moments longer before picking up his speed, faster and harder. Each thrust had his sac slapping into her clit as he smacked her ass in time with each time he drove deeply into her.

He knew that Peach and the tailor could hear him, wondering they were thinking of this. After all, the tailor couldn't ask him to leave without some sort of punishment. Though it had been many years, it had been awhile since he really had to flew his muscle so to speak.
 
"Ooh! Fuck! Yes! YES! Spank your whore! Spank my fat ass!" Bowsette wailed and pushed back against him with her own hips. Her body was so hot and turned on from how he had her bent over in the shop, dominating her body for the others to hear. She liked the idea of Peach's disgusted face as she was forced to listen to Bowsette cum from Peach's tormentor.

She was so close, it almost sounded like someone was murdering her back there if they hadn't heard her scream things like, "Fuck!" and "So deep!" As he spanked her, she would tense each time to grip him as he tried to push in all the way.

Peach continued to shift in her chair, her body feeling just a bit warm for some reason. She figured it must be the sleeves on her arms and continued to wait for them to be finished.
 
He growled louder as he continued to drive into her at the same pace, loving the way she gripped him each time he spanked her.

"That's it...cum for..Master.."

He did his best to hold back, but it wasn't long before he soon went over the edge. He slammed into her deeply, letting loose a roar of pleasure as his hot dragon seed erupted into her, swelling her belly. He panted softly for a few moments as he remained inside her.

However, instead of pulling completely out of her, he growled as he began to plow into her once more. His hands went to her hips as he picked up speed, the sounds of their flesh slapping and their fluids gush out with each hard thrust.
 
"Yes! Yes! Masssteeeeer!" she shrieked as he came inside her, setting off her own orgasm as his hot sperm flooded her loins. Her belly was distended once more and she panted and shook, desperately trying to catch her breath from that intense orgasm.

Bowsette's head was thrown back in surprise and overwhelming pleasure as he decided to keep going, even though he had just puffed her pastry. The cum in her belly sloshed around a bit as his cocks fired into her like heat-seeking missiles. She could feel his seed spilling down her thighs and into her boots as he continued.

"Master... So horny for Bowsette, are you? Good! Keep fucking your little slut! Make my belly full of cum!" She wailed and gasped.
 
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