Disclaimer: I do not own The 100. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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Clarke Griffin did not enjoy fighting her Heda. It was one thing to get down and dirty with Octavia, as they had been rivals for so long, and even now she was broken there was still a little of the old Skairipa in her which surfaced from time to time when they were sparring, making it even more satisfying when Clarke got to publicly sodomise her once proud wife.
However Octavia was simply one of the wives of the Commander, and defeating her for the millionth time meant nothing. She could not however afford to make Lexa look weak by caressing her in combat, or say anything which would take her off-guard, so it was a little nerve wracking whenever she was forced to face her in the fighting pits, especially as Lexa insisted she didn't hold back, and would punish her if she didn't try.
Of course Clarke should have known better than to worry, because Lexa was still a skilled fighter amongst them, and always defeated her with these, no matter how hard she tried. Although this time round Lexa toyed with her a little, obviously wanting to make an example out of her, and it was not hard to figure out why.
Ever since she had finally succeeded in breaking Octavia and turning her into a pure bottom Clarke had practically been living to violate Octavia's ass, flaunting the current dominance she had over the now former warrior, putting doubt into who was a top dog within their marriage. Clarke should have known such a thing would inevitably lead to her tapping out to Lexa in the middle of the fighting pits, which wasn't fun, unlike what would happen next.
"Satisfied now?" Clarke grumbled softly.
"Almost..." Lexa smirked, before announcing loudly, "You fought well, Clarke kom Skaikru... but you still need to be taught some manners... guards, bring me my throne. I think my wife has earned herself a spanking."
Which of course earned a cheer from the crowd, ever eager to see their Commander's dominance over her wives. Of course as submissive as they were Octavia and Raven were eager to see this too, that fact written all over their faces, as they were only a short distance away.
Then with a quick snap of Lexa's fingers they moved even closer, kneeling down either side of the throne, which had been carried into the centre of the arena, which Lexa swiftly sat down on, instantly enhancing her air of authority and power. Oh God, Clarke wanted to just tear with their clothes off and ravage her wife, or better yet her wives, or the very least, bend over Lexa's knee to receive her punishment. But no, for Lexa she was a good little bottom, and waited for permission.
"Strip." Lexa ordered firmly, "Slowly. Mmmmmmm yesssssssss, put on a show for me, our wives, and the rest of our people."
"Yes Heda." Clarke replied and obeyed without hesitation.
Naturally this earned another cheer from the crowd, and again Clarke's wives looked at her expectantly, and lustfully, eager for her to obey. Clarke was also eager, so much so it was a struggle to keep her little striptease nice and slow, but again, she would do anything for her Commander. So she slowly took off her clothes, while moving closer to Lexa.
After all, she was the main one Clarke was stripping for, and she wanted her to enjoy it. Which certainly seemed to be the case, that look of indifference slipping momentarily when the blonde's big boobs and well-rounded butt came into view, Wanheda practically shaking Heda's favourite part of her in her face just to get a smile out of her, before she inevitably became stern again.
"Good girl." Lexa smirked, "Now bend over my knee and get what you deserve."
"Yes Heda." Clarke grinned and obeyed without hesitation.
Lexa allowed a smirk to cross her face this time, mostly because she just couldn't help it. Both because Clarke's ass looked so pretty when it was over her knee, and she loved the visual of the mighty Wanheda in this submissive position, making it very clear who was in charge here.
It was a sight Lexa allowed her people to enjoy for several long minutes, letting it solidifying their minds, along with the following images, that being of their Heda reaching down to caress Wanheda's butt like the plaything it was, and then eventually to spank it. Oh yes, Heda started to spank Wanheda, which should put an end to the whispers Lexa had been hearing behind her back. Well that, and sodomising her beloved Clarke in front of all their people.
As usual Lexa continued to grope Clarke's butt in between strokes, because while she knew some of her people saw this as her taking it easy on her girls, and even a sign of weakness, she firmly believed it was a sign of her strength, and more importantly humiliating for the bottom enduring this treatment. Most importantly, Lexa just enjoyed it, so she figured she could risk it.
Especially considering she would get to the hard spanking soon enough. So Lexa focused on little details she enjoyed about this moment, including the feeling of flesh smacking against flesh, the way that it jiggled with every blow, and the sound was louder than the little cries Clarke was letting out.
Those wonderful sounds only became louder as time went on, her people doing their best to stay silent so at that point all of them could enjoy the sounds Clarke was making, but especially their Heda. Which was another thing which brought Lexa great satisfaction in this precious moment, along with the looks on the faces of Octavia and Raven.
She could tell that these two pure bottoms wished it was them in Clarke's place, especially because they knew exactly how she would be rewarded after the spanking was done. Although Octavia was so broken now, she had become a slut even for a spanking, as much as Raven had shortly after they got together. Something Lexa would perhaps gift both her watching bottoms later, but for now her main focus remained on Wanheda.
Especially now she had time to dish out a real butt beating, Lexa gradually phasing out the groping in favour of a constant onslaught of strikes to that poor little bottom's poor little bottom. Which naturally caused those cheeks to jiggle even more, eventually turn from pink to red, and the sound of the strikes to be almost as loud as the screams that Clarke let out.
So loud Lexa almost felt guilty about it, as she hated to hurt Clarke, but even if she hadn't felt wetness against her thigh she would have still done this for the good of their people. But she did feel it, that clear sign that Clarke was enjoying this, which caused Lexa to grin wickedly and spank Clarke harder.
Then without warning Lexa stood up, pushing Clarke off of her in the process, and then ordered, "Remove my pants and underwear."
"Yes Heda." Clarke quickly replied and obeyed.
As soon as she had finished Lexa grabbed the back of her head, shoved her face into her pussy, and ordered, "Worship me! Worship your Heda, ohhhhhhhhh yessssssssss, worship me, just like that. Eat me! Oh God, eat my pussy, mmmmmmmm, lick me just like that, oh Clarke! Clarke! Oh Clarke eat my cunt, ooooooooh yeahhhhhhhh, eat it good!"
"Yes Heda." Clarke grinned against Lexa's pussy just before she started to lick it.
Clarke initially waited for Lexa to stop talking, but when it was clear that her usually stoic lover had no intention of stopping any time soon she just stuck out her tongue and started licking. Besides, Lexa's heavenly flavour was already attacking her taste-buds thanks to the fact that her lips were pressed against that yummy honeypot, so really, how could Clarke possibly resist?
Luckily for her incredibly sore butt it seems that the Commander had no intention of giving her more punishment, at least for now. She might use it as an excuse to punish her later, but now she seemed more than happy with letting Clarke have the honour of worshipping her pretty pussy with her tongue.
Which was good, because unlike Raven and now Octavia she wasn't really a pain slut. Sure, she had got a little wet during the spanking, but that was mostly from grinding against Lexa's thigh, the way that her wife groped her butt, the fact they were doing this in public, and most of all, anticipation of the wonderful things to come.