Firefly drabble: Discipline
For firefly100 .
Title: Discipline
Author: open_embrace
Prompt: redux, bad
Rating: NC17+
Warnings: sex, femmeslash, BDSM ;)
Wordcount: 400 (quadruple-drabble)
Disclaimer: I own the words, Joss owns the people, places, and generally all the cool stuff.
Author's notes: Written for the redux at firefly100 . I wanted to write something like this back when the 'bad' prompt was on, but lost my nerve. But I did say back then that I'd write it if asked, and browncoat_2x2 did ask for it (in a Jayne voice, no less!), so I thought what the heck, I'll do it.
It is sexually explicit, and does involve BDSM so if this kind of thing squicks you or you are underage, please don't read it. But if you do like it, by all means.. :P
I'm out of practice at writing smut, so any suggestions, encouragements or concrit is, as always, loved and welcomed.
Also? I'd like to note that my brother chose the pairing. Thank you Frog :P
Discipline.
Inara wriggled, her bonds cutting into wrist and ankle. Blindfolded, a tiny sound escaped her lips as she felt someone lift her skirt.
It didn’t go unnoticed; the Companion whimpered aloud as a hand came down hard on her exposed rear. Bent over the chair, it was impossible to defend herself.
‘Don’t recall granting permission to make a sound, pet… someone needs punishin’, hmm?”
If she hadn’t already learned to respect her Mistress through long experience, Inara might have thought that sweet little Kaylee would have no idea how to punish someone with the level of sexual experience the Companion possessed. As it was, she mumbled a breathy “yes, Mistress” and stayed as still as she could.
“You’ve been a bad girl, Inara. You need to be punished. Are you ready to accept whatever I give you?”
Kaylee stopped stroking where she’d slapped, and slipped her fingers between the other woman’s legs, caressing the immaculately shaved skin. Inara’s answer was decidedly unsteady. Kaylee grinned; she loved to tease.
She lifted the leather crop in her other hand. Shame to spoil such a pretty ass, really; pity that her pet had misbehaved. Another grin, and the crop smacked down on Inara’s creamy skin. The Companion yelped and bit her lip. “Count them for me, ‘Nara,” Kaylee demanded.
“One …”
Kaylee slapped the crop down again. “Properly, slave!”
“Two, Mistress!” Inara lifted her voice, revelling in her ownership as much as her punishment.
When the final cry - “Fifty, Mistress!” - came, Kaylee paused, crop held high, and stared down at her shivering, writhing pet. Inara’s backside was striped red, but her gasps spoke of pleasure, not pain, and her thighs were glistening. Dropping the crop onto the bed, Kaylee shed her robe and pulled the blindfold from the other woman’s eyes.
She stood, her submissive kneeling before her, gazing up at her with wide, hungry eyes. Kaylee let herself stare, gaze raking her slave from dishevelled hair to trembling knees. “Are you sorry, pet?”
“Yes Mistress.”
Kaylee reached out a hand, softly stroking her slave’s hair and cheek. So beautiful, especially like this… She slipped her palm around to the back of Inara’s neck, pulling her gently forward until the woman’s face was so close that Kaylee could feel the warm breath against her wet, aching yīn dào. She tipped Inara’s chin up so their eyes met.
“Then make it up to me.”
Title: Discipline
Author: open_embrace
Prompt: redux, bad
Rating: NC17+
Warnings: sex, femmeslash, BDSM ;)
Wordcount: 400 (quadruple-drabble)
Disclaimer: I own the words, Joss owns the people, places, and generally all the cool stuff.
Author's notes: Written for the redux at firefly100 . I wanted to write something like this back when the 'bad' prompt was on, but lost my nerve. But I did say back then that I'd write it if asked, and browncoat_2x2 did ask for it (in a Jayne voice, no less!), so I thought what the heck, I'll do it.
It is sexually explicit, and does involve BDSM so if this kind of thing squicks you or you are underage, please don't read it. But if you do like it, by all means.. :P
I'm out of practice at writing smut, so any suggestions, encouragements or concrit is, as always, loved and welcomed.
Also? I'd like to note that my brother chose the pairing. Thank you Frog :P
Discipline.
Inara wriggled, her bonds cutting into wrist and ankle. Blindfolded, a tiny sound escaped her lips as she felt someone lift her skirt.
It didn’t go unnoticed; the Companion whimpered aloud as a hand came down hard on her exposed rear. Bent over the chair, it was impossible to defend herself.
‘Don’t recall granting permission to make a sound, pet… someone needs punishin’, hmm?”
If she hadn’t already learned to respect her Mistress through long experience, Inara might have thought that sweet little Kaylee would have no idea how to punish someone with the level of sexual experience the Companion possessed. As it was, she mumbled a breathy “yes, Mistress” and stayed as still as she could.
“You’ve been a bad girl, Inara. You need to be punished. Are you ready to accept whatever I give you?”
Kaylee stopped stroking where she’d slapped, and slipped her fingers between the other woman’s legs, caressing the immaculately shaved skin. Inara’s answer was decidedly unsteady. Kaylee grinned; she loved to tease.
She lifted the leather crop in her other hand. Shame to spoil such a pretty ass, really; pity that her pet had misbehaved. Another grin, and the crop smacked down on Inara’s creamy skin. The Companion yelped and bit her lip. “Count them for me, ‘Nara,” Kaylee demanded.
“One …”
Kaylee slapped the crop down again. “Properly, slave!”
“Two, Mistress!” Inara lifted her voice, revelling in her ownership as much as her punishment.
When the final cry - “Fifty, Mistress!” - came, Kaylee paused, crop held high, and stared down at her shivering, writhing pet. Inara’s backside was striped red, but her gasps spoke of pleasure, not pain, and her thighs were glistening. Dropping the crop onto the bed, Kaylee shed her robe and pulled the blindfold from the other woman’s eyes.
She stood, her submissive kneeling before her, gazing up at her with wide, hungry eyes. Kaylee let herself stare, gaze raking her slave from dishevelled hair to trembling knees. “Are you sorry, pet?”
“Yes Mistress.”
Kaylee reached out a hand, softly stroking her slave’s hair and cheek. So beautiful, especially like this… She slipped her palm around to the back of Inara’s neck, pulling her gently forward until the woman’s face was so close that Kaylee could feel the warm breath against her wet, aching yīn dào. She tipped Inara’s chin up so their eyes met.
“Then make it up to me.”