Adventurers either do not survive their adventure or they settle down. Some settle down by founding organizations and institutes to pass on their knowledge, some settle down to rule and manage, and yet some settle down to a quiet life. After years of adventuring Emmie, the witch, chose the last option. She wanted a little place that was all her's and that she could have just how she wanted with no one messing it up. luckily one of her companions was from a small village that was secluded and knew of an old homestead that had been abandoned years before. Emmie figured he was having pity on her but the place did sound nice. In fact he did enjoy her company and couldn't think of anyone he would rather have close. So Emmie moved in and started fixing the place up by hand, magic would have made the process easy but Emmie had time and like most witches would rather not have to rely on magic. With time Emmie made the house nice, then she moved to the land around eventually working on her favorite project, her garden.

Like most small elf villages they were small and often lost their oldest and wisest to the big cities who would call on their services and expertise for running the kingdom. Also like small villages of all species the children often got to places they were not suppose to and a witch's garden fit the bill nicely. Of course the children knew all about witches, or thought they did. Everyone knew that witches made pacts with demons and powerful fey (true), witches had mastery over magic herbs and potions (also true), and witches were ugly gnarled old women who eat children (not even a little true). Kids being kids would try to sneak into the garden but all were initially scared away when they heard the witch's voice warn them of punishment if they ever set foot in the garden again. For most this was enough but there were the few, especially older teens, who would try their luck again. They would come home with red eyes and refuse to talk about what happened. The truth is they were caught and the witch, who looked nothing like they imagined, would bend them over her knee and spank them until their back side glowed hot. This is how it had been for as long as anyone could remember, even those on the village council and most elders who went to the city had been chased off at one point and in most cases were the children who got a spanking. See those who had met the witch's hand were more respectful of her and were more welcome by her when the village needed something and that translated to dealing with more than just the witch.

This story though isn't about how things usually went though because this is about a certain fair elf girl. In elf terms she was still immature but in years she was in her 20's. She was a bit adventurous and tomboyish. She was also technically a princess and was therefore treated more carefully. She had gone into the garden and like most been scared off by the voice. A few weeks ago she had gone in again and was caught and spanked but she didn't come back to the village right away. She had never been spanked or disciplined before so she needed some time to think about it. Her thoughts were jumbled and never really came into focus for her so she tried to forget it. Today though she found herself wandering around and found that her feet had taken her to the garden again. She looked around carefully and decided that with not seeing the witch she would once again brave the garden. Third times a charm right?

Emmie stepped out from behind the tree and watched as the elf girl bent over a rail to look at parts of the garden. Elf's dress left little to the imagination and as it settled it gave a Emmie a nice view of a young pert bum just begging for a spanking. After a moment she realized that this was the same girl as last week. Wicked glee filled Emmie as she realized she was going to have some fun figuring out how to further punish the elf. She had no plans but figured she would come up with something.