Chapter 6: Serenity and Submission

The warm sun beat down on Light's skin as he gazed out at the calm, blue waters of the ocean. It was a serene scene, one that he found almost... soothing. He felt at peace, a sense of tranquility that he hadn't experienced in a long time. The death of L had been a turning point for him, a moment of liberation from the constraints of his past. And now, with his power and control over the world at an all-time high, he felt like he could finally relax. Misa stood beside him, her eyes fixed on the ground as she waited for him to give her permission to speak. She was dressed in a ridiculously revealing outfit, a bright pink bikini that left little to the imagination. Light's eyes roamed over her body, taking in the curves and contours of her figure. He felt a sense of ownership, of possession, as he gazed at her. "Come," he said, his voice calm and gentle. "Let's go for a walk on the beach." Misa followed him, her eyes fixed on the ground as she tried to keep up with his long strides. Light didn't notice her discomfort, too caught up in his own thoughts to pay attention to her feelings. As they walked, the sand shifting beneath their feet, Light's hand reached out and grasped Misa's buttock. He squeezed it, his fingers digging deep into her flesh, and Misa let out a small gasp. "Light, I'm sorry," she said, her voice trembling. But Light just chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "No, no, Misa," he said. "I'm not angry with you. I just... want to test something." And with that, he brought his hand down on her buttock, the sound of his palm striking her flesh echoing through the air. Misa let out a small yelp, her eyes welling up with tears as she tried to move away. But Light just held her in place, his hand spanking her again and again. He was testing the jiggle of her flesh, enjoying the way her body responded to his touch. Misa's eyes were fixed on the ground, her face contorted in a mixture of pain and humiliation. As he finished, Light's hand lingered on her buttock, his fingers tracing the curve of her flesh. Misa let out a small sigh, her body trembling with fear and submission. "Good," Light said, his voice calm and gentle. "You're still responsive, Misa. That's good." Misa's eyes flickered up to his, a flash of fear and anxiety in their depths. But Light just smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Let's go for a swim," he said, his voice inviting. "The water is warm." And with that, he took off, running towards the waves with a sense of abandon. Misa followed him, her eyes fixed on the ground as she tried to keep up with his pace. She knew that she was nothing but a plaything for Light, a toy for him to use and discard at his whim. And she knew that she would do anything to keep him happy.