Wrongful Punishment

by Aline de Chevigny

“Damnit woman you can’t do that.”
Jenelle refused to look at him. That annoyed him, almost as much as her running her fingers over the marble bust of the most powerful of Djinns. Jealousy flowed through him at the caress she was bestowing upon the marble bust.
“Says who? I’m a genie now Dwin not some guy’s personal sex toy. He got what he deserved.”
Dwin wiped his hands over his face and took a deep breath. “Most Genies enjoy pleasing their masters.”
“I’m not most Genies, Master Djiin Dwin. You should never have trapped me in this form.” He knew she was angry, and she had every right to be.
“You needed to be punished for your actions, and this was the easiest and quickest punishment I could think of.” He knew the moment he’d said it she would let her temper loose.
“Why you arrogant, pig headed, selfish... You did this to me because I refused to grant one wish. You failed to even ask who made the wish or why I refused it. Or did you demote me because….”
Now Dwin was angry, “Don’t go there. That had nothing to do with it.”
“I’m sure it didn’t.”
Her sarcasm broke into his anger. “Then tell me.” He pleaded.
“No! You want me to grant any and all wishes, fine, you win Dwin. Pick my next Slaver.”
“Jenelle…” her choice of words hurt him.
“No it’s Genie now, and you made this choice not me. My next Master will get ANYTHING he asks of me.”
Rage colored his vision at her implication. “I forbid it!”
“Too bad you placed this punishment on me without getting all the facts. You took his word over mine and now you have to live with what you’ve turned me into. So choose!”
Dwin turned away from her. He knew now she was right. He’d known the truth for months and had done everything in his power to free her. But her disregard of a Genie’s rules, the turning of her last Mater into Ass had worked against him. She needed to obey one Master fully for them grant him the permission to lift the punishment. But if she continued she would be stripped of all her powers, they would make her human. He couldn’t allow that. Loosing her would kill him inside.
“I’ll have a candidate for you by tomorrow. Stay with me tonight.”
“Is that an order?”
Dwin winced. “You don’t have any other Master but yourself, this choice is all yours.”
Jenelle shook her head at him sadly. “You’re wrong Dwin I do have a Master. I have you.”
“Not tonight.” He assured her desperately wanting to pull her into his arms. “Tonight you’re free to make your own decision, I want you to choose to stay with me.”
“I can’t. Forst could make further false accusations out of spite and I’d be cursed to remain a Genie forever. I’m sorry Dwin but I can’t risk it. I chose to be with you once and got punished for my choice.”
Clarity finally struck, all those months of hurt and pain for nothing. “When you never came to me that night. I thought…”
“You thought wrong. Forst stopped me while I was on my way. Then I woke with these attached to my wrists. That’s all I remember, leaving my room to come to you and waking up a prisoner.”
“You never did what he claimed did you?” his words were sure and confident of her answer.
“I have to go Dwin.”
He blocked her path, refusing to let her leave. “Not until you answer me.”
“He didn’t lie, I did do that to him. But so would any other Gin if he tried to spell them.”
Dwinn felt the first spark of anger ignite in his chest. “Why did he try to spell you Jenelle?”
“Why do you think Dwin?”
Shock floored him; Forst his best friend had tried to spell his love away from him. Why? Forst knew how he felt about Jenelle, and how it had broken him to be the one to punish her. “Tell me!”
“He wanted me for himself. He told me I belonged to him and none other, and that he would use his power to insure it if he needed to.”
That spark of anger slowly started to boil. “You stood up to a Djiin twice as powerful as you are for me. I will have a talk with Forst and we’ll see if he likes the punishment.” “Don’t…”
Dwin looked down at her hand on his arm, she hadn’t touched him in so long. He wasn’t sure how to react. “But…”
“You have no proof, only my word. And at the moment my word isn’t worth much. I have no creditability at the moment. Let it go… Please.”
“He did this to you, to us…”
Her smile broke through the last of his barriers. “The fact that you want to confront him… Dwin take me to bed.”
“But you said…”
“I made my choice.” The soft stroke of her hand against his cheek soothed him. He pulled her close wrapping his arms around her softness and buried his face in her hair.
“Your next Master? You can’t refuse him or…”
“I know Dwin, they told me. So make him a her and we shouldn’t have a problem.”
He ran his hands soothingly over her back. “Once you’ve been restored, will you still be mine?”
He saw her surprise and smiled. “You would still want me?”
“Always and forever.”
The next morning Dwin lay there lovingly watching her. He needed to choose her a new Master that day but he didn’t know whom. Stroking her hair back from her face he made a decision.
Jenelle woke slowly a warm presence at her side and smiled. It wasn’t a dream after all. Dwin wanted her. Opening her eyes she reached out for him.
“Morning my lovely one. Did you sleep well?”
“Splendidly, and you?” Her smile was warm and radiant as she answered.
Dwin graced her with a kiss. “Better than I have in a millennia. I hate to ruin such a perfect morning but we need to discuss your next Master.”
With a sigh Jenelle nodded her agreement.
“I’ve chosen two and will leave the final decision to you. One is a woman and one a man, the man is a …”
A knock on the door distracted him from his thoughts, and when the door opened Dwin frowned.
“Dwin I heard that…. What is she doing here!”
“Good morning Forst, Jenelle was just about to receive her final assignment.”
He watched the emotions of anger, envy and jealousy play across his friends face. “I … she…”
“Yes Forst I know what you did, and we will discuss it with the council later. I also know that Jenelle did what you accused her of, but now I know that her wish of impotence on you was justified.”
“You can’t believe her over me? She’s trying to fool you, she’s using you.”
Dwin was entertained, and didn’t believe a word of his lies. But he decided to play along when he saw the mischief on Jenelle’s face. “Are you using me Jenelle?”
“Forst I could never use Dwin, I love him too much for that. But you already knew that, cause I told you that the night I cursed you with my wish. Shall I grant you another wish for lying again?”
Dwin saw the fear in his eyes, the feelings confirmed when Forst took a step back. “So it’s true, you had me punish her because she loved me and not you. You’re supposed to be my friend Forst, you knew I cared for her. Why?”
“No, no I never… I am your friend… she’s… She was a Gin. You deserved better, a Djiin at the very least.”
Dwin saw right through his babbling. “You wanted her for yourself and she rejected you.” Anger swelled out of control at the betrayal. “Your choices for Master my love are a woman in need of protection, or me.”
Jenelle’s body stiffened in his arms as she eyed him suspiciously, “Why you?”
“Because it’s the only way I can grant you the power to exact revenge.”
He watched her as she mulled it over. But she didn’t reach a decision until Forst spoke up.
“He’s only trying to control you.”
Jenelle sniffed at Forst’s lame attempt to save himself. “I choose you.”
With a malicious grin Dwin looked straight at Forst. “My first wish is a kiss Good morning.”
Jenelle grinned and pinned him to the bed with her body before granting his wish.
Hearing Forst backing away towards the door Dwin sighed and broke off the kiss with regret. “My second wish is to have Forst receive his just punishment.”
Jenelle closed her eyes and waved her hand towards Forst. Dwin looked over when he heard a gasp of outrage, Forst stood there with bracelets made of pure Silver on his wrists. Jenelle’s wish had turned him into a Genie.
“You will pay for this woman.”
Dwin cradled her to him protectively. “No she won’t, she’s following my wishes as her Master.”
Dwin saw Forst take an aggressive step towards the bed. “His lamp love.”
“Sorry Master.” She waved her hand once more and a lamp of Silver with spelled etchings engraved into it appeared sucking Forst into its heart.
“Your third wish Master?”
Dwin stroked her back as he thought out the wording. “Perhaps I should wait on the third wish. I like having you so obedient.” He teased.
The only response he got from her was a raised eyebrow and a soft kiss to his neck.
“Or perhaps I can make the wish now and we can return to our pleasant morning?”
“I would prefer the latter Master.”
“Then my third wish is for you to return to your rightful position in our domain. I want my beloved Gin back.”
Jenelle blinked at him in surprise and waved her hand. The moment the wave was completed her bracelets fell off and power flowed into her.
“Now my Gin, marry me. Be mine forever.”
“Yes Dwin, but after I help that poor woman in need.”
Dwin smiled at her lovingly, “That’s my Gin.”

Originally published in the e-zine Enchanted Ramblings' July 2005 Issue 001