“Please punish me mommy,” Azula begs, flinging Mai’s consciousness back to the moment.

“I’ve been a bad girl.” The princess continues and the pathetic display is almost enough to make Mai feel guilty for not paying attention, but then: one could hardly blame themselves for being out of it when witnessing such a sight.

The crown princess of the Nation tantalizingly tied up and a most undignified garment swaddling her hips. Mai couldn’t think of anything more mesmerizing.

But she won’t be sharing any of that.

“Oh dear,” she mock-gasps instead, “have you now?”

The whine Azula gives in response is something Mai’s dead-certain she would have killed for.

“You’re doing it on purpose aren’t you. You love the way I treat you.”

“I do mommy,” Azula readily admits, having learned by now denying it will get her nowhere, “please, I deserve it.”

Mai pulls on Azula’s collar. Letting the princess’ face stop just short of her own. Not pretending not to relish the fear creeping into her friend’s eyes Mai smirks. “That you do.”

Then Mai releases Azula again, ignoring her friend’s dismay as she does. They’ve fooled around long enough. It’s time to begin the real play.

Mai goes to sit down, one leg over the other. Azula lets out a yelp as Mai pulls the princess over her lap. I the girl’s princess parts just so happen to end up resting on Mai’s knee then surely that’s just a happy accident.

Mai rests one hand on Azula’s lower back, ready to hold to princess in place once she’ll start to sputter, but for now keeping it to a simple caress, and fondles Azula’s ample thighs with her other hand.

“Why won’t you be a good girl for mommy and tell me everything you did wrong today yourself huh?” Mai asks, too lazy to come up with something herself.

“Me? I uh, yes mommy. Well, I woke up in a wet nappy—

*SMACK*

Mai slaps Azula’s thigh mid-sentence, leaving a delicious red mark. “Go on.” Mai says, as if nothing is amiss. “You can continue while I punish you. It’s faster this way. Just make sure to thank mommy. Remember: this hurts mommy more than it hurts you.” Mai lies.

“Yes mommy, I’m sorry mommy and thank you.” Azula brabbles.

Mai slaps Azula’s thigh again, harder than last time.

“Thank you who?” Mai asks, patting Azula’s red thigh.

“Mommy!” Azula cries, “I mean… thank you mommy.”

“Very good. Continue.”

“Yes mommy. I, uh, didn’t tell you good morning when I saw you downstairs.”

Mai slaps Azula’s thighs again and this time Azula reacts exactly like how Mai made up just now.

While Mai enjoys grabbing a handful and leaving a mark on her favourite (and only) plaything, it doesn’t take long for her to tune out Azula’s brabble as the princess rattles off every inane misstep or perceived slight of the day. That is, until Mai notices Azula go noticeably silent aside from her obligatory “thank you mommy”’s.

“Hm?” Mai questions.

“I said that’s everything mommy.” Azula mutters, “I can’t think of anything else for today. I’m sorry.”

“Is that so? Well, no matter, you’re still due plenty of punishment from before don’t you think?”

“Y-yes mommy.”

“Very good. You see mommy used to punish a lot of bad people. Do you know what mommy used to do with them?”

Azula gulps. “N-no mommy.”

“Well, mommy used to pretend they were you and treat them accordingly.”

“O-oh.”

“Yes ‘Oh’. Now princess, mommy’s been thinking: she has had plenty of plenty of practice by now. Perhaps it’s time you finally get what you deserve, don’t you think?”

“Y-yes mommy.”

“Good, because these spankings clearly aren’t enough for someone like you.” Mai remarks, her voice cold as steel as she flicks a knife into her hands.

Azula’s eyes go wide. Mai smirks as she swings —

“Mai wait!”

— and cuts the rope.

Mai chuckles. That never got old.

It’s also what finally got Azula to start bawling her eyes out.

Good. Mai thinks as she takes Azula into her arms. Poor girl had clearly been needing a good cry all day.

Too bad about the rope though. It was pretty expensive, but the look on Azula’s face? Priceless.

And really, in those days Mai had wanted revenge, but this, this is just so much better.

Stealthily copping a feel Mai quickly notices the princess’ padding is soaked, in more ways than one.

But could it handle more? Only one way to find out.

“Azula.” Mai asks once the princess has calmed down.

“Yes?”

“Piss yourself.”

“What?”

Mai tsks, pretending Azula’s lost expression didn’t make her cold heart melt. “There’s no point in changing your diaper if you’re just going to immediately wet your next one. You think I didn’t notice you doing the same just before? You might as well finish up and do it now.”

Obligingly and without any further protest, Azula does exactly that. The muffled hiss from her diaper is soon followed up by Azula actually leaking a little, but no matter. Mai can just have her clean that up when they’re done.

For now, Mai ignores Azula’s pathetic cries and leads her to the mat so Mai can change her.

Despite the smell, once she has opened the cloth swaddling her princesses’ hips, Mai can’t help but play with the ‘toy‘ stuffing Azula’s pussy, or ‘princess parts’. Whatever Ty Lee’s calling them this week. The hole Mai’s fucking with the dildo she made herself. Not too hard, Azula must be quite ginger after having it inside of her all day, just enough to almost let the princess have climax she’s been begging for.

The sheen her polished craftwork gives off once Mai takes it out is almost tempting enough for Mai to lick it clean, should such a thing not have been absolutely disgusting. Perhaps sometime Azula might enjoy a taste of her own filth though. Instead, Mai puts the dildo aside and turns her attention the to the other toy Azula’s has been playing with. Grabbing Azula by the ankles, first pulling them up and then pushing them to Azula’s face, Mai is reunited with her latest creation stuffed in Azula’s behind like some kind of depraved pearl.

As to be expected, Mai’s craftmanship looks to be a great success. Her only regret is not giving the toy some kind of flourish, an eye perhaps. She had already decided to be less conservative for the size on the next one, in any case.

Refocusing her attention Mai quickly commands Azula to keep her legs in place. Her hands free, Mai wastes little time and sets to work coaxing out Azula’s plug and finally letting the princess receive her reward.

Mai only needs to let her fingers work their magic for a little bit before Azula’s moans return like music to Mai’s ears. It’s obvious the princess is close. Truthfully Mai can only partially take credit. She has kept Azula needy like this since forever. Mai predicts her princess will release any second now and just as Mai finally removes the plug, Azula comes, letting out a groan that feels like it reverberates through the entire building.

Mai doesn’t care if anyone overheard. She has never felt so smug. She should really be getting a medal for this type of thing. Her handiwork is clearly the work of the spirits.

Instead, she has a plug with a putrid smell, so Mai quickly sets it aside next to her other craftmanship.

Once Azula’s done riding out her orgasm Mai goes to clean her princess in earnest and when she finishes changing her Mai finds Azula impossibly, utterly and completely tuckered out. Mai can’t even bring herself to be mad about it, despite the princess doing so while not even having cleaned up her own mess. Maybe Mai will get the maids to clean it up, they had to be getting suspicious by now anyway. Still, it would be nice to avoid something like this in the future.

~ Guess that just means her princess will need bigger diapers from now on.