Naughty Dirty Thing
Title: Naughty Dirty Thing
Fandom: SGA
Characters/Pairing: Cadman/Porter
Orientation: Femslash
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 612
Notes: for camshaft22 , who is having a bad day
Prompts: For Kink Bingo Fill: “Humiliation (verbal)”
“Come over here, slut!” Laura cracked the riding crop against her thigh and pointed to the floor in front of her. “I want you here, on your knees!”
Alison slid to her knees and crawled over to huddle on the floor in front of her mistress. She looked up at her with adoration in her eyes.
Laura walked a tight circle around Alison, dragging the tip of the crop over her back. “Such a dirty little thing you are. You like crawling on the floor, don’t you?”
“Yes, mistress.”
“I want to hear you beg me. Beg me to treat you like the nasty little thing that you are.” The crop was slowly stroking up and down Alison’s spine, each stroke a tease, a taste of what Allie really wanted.
“Please mistress, please punish me as I deserve. I was a bad girl today. I didn’t do anything you told me to do. I deserve your punishment.” Alison’s cheek was pressed to the floor.
Laura snorted and snapped the crop through the air, but denied Allie the landing. She gave her only the sound. “You were bad on purpose, weren’t you? That was so stupid of you, pet. Now you don’t get what you want! You were a bad little pet, true, but you don’t get the crop. That’s what you wanted, wasn’t it, you wanted my special toy on your ass, didn’t you?”
“Yes mistress. Please mistress. Punish me!”
“No. Not the way you want.” Laura sat on the end of the bed and slapped the crop into the palm of her hand. “Look at me.”
Alison looked up, her eyes on the crop as it hit Laura’s palm in a rhythmic pattern. “Please.”
“No. Dirty girls get whipped. Sneaky little girls do not. You were sneaky today, weren’t you, Alison?”
“I was, mistress.”
The crop continued to fall and Allie wriggled in her position on the floor as each snap was wasted in Laura’s hand.
Laura sneered at her. “Foolish girl. Have you learned a lesson yet?”
“Yes, oh yes, Mistress. I’m foolish and stupid and I should not have tried to manipulate you.” Alison crawled forward, kissing the top of Laura’s booted foot where it rested on the floor. “Please mistress.”
“Please what. Slut?” Laura demanded, using the tip of the crop to lift Alison’s chin up. She glared at her with displeasure.
“Let me make it up to you. What may I do? Tell me, mistress.”
“I could make you go to the mess hall, wearing nothing but your collar and leash. I could take you around to every table, and make you tell each and every person there what a dirty, filthy slut you are. And then I’d make you go down on the first male officer we saw. Wouldn’t you hate that, my little slut? You’d hate taking a man in your mouth, wouldn’t you? I hear that Major Lorne is huge; you’d choke on him with that tiny little mouth of yours. That might be the proper punishment for you, my naughty slut.”
“No mistress, please.” Alison looked at her with panic in her eyes and Laura got up and strode across the room and picked up the leash. She returned to the bed, swinging the leash between her fingers in front of Allie’s nose.
Laura smirked. “You wouldn’t like that. That would be a proper punishment.”
“Please, mistress.”
Laura dropped the leash and raised the crop. “I can be merciful.”
As the crop fell, Alison smiled and began to count. Sometimes, you just had to be naughty to get what you needed.
Fandom: SGA
Characters/Pairing: Cadman/Porter
Orientation: Femslash
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 612
Notes: for camshaft22 , who is having a bad day
Prompts: For Kink Bingo Fill: “Humiliation (verbal)”
“Come over here, slut!” Laura cracked the riding crop against her thigh and pointed to the floor in front of her. “I want you here, on your knees!”
Alison slid to her knees and crawled over to huddle on the floor in front of her mistress. She looked up at her with adoration in her eyes.
Laura walked a tight circle around Alison, dragging the tip of the crop over her back. “Such a dirty little thing you are. You like crawling on the floor, don’t you?”
“Yes, mistress.”
“I want to hear you beg me. Beg me to treat you like the nasty little thing that you are.” The crop was slowly stroking up and down Alison’s spine, each stroke a tease, a taste of what Allie really wanted.
“Please mistress, please punish me as I deserve. I was a bad girl today. I didn’t do anything you told me to do. I deserve your punishment.” Alison’s cheek was pressed to the floor.
Laura snorted and snapped the crop through the air, but denied Allie the landing. She gave her only the sound. “You were bad on purpose, weren’t you? That was so stupid of you, pet. Now you don’t get what you want! You were a bad little pet, true, but you don’t get the crop. That’s what you wanted, wasn’t it, you wanted my special toy on your ass, didn’t you?”
“Yes mistress. Please mistress. Punish me!”
“No. Not the way you want.” Laura sat on the end of the bed and slapped the crop into the palm of her hand. “Look at me.”
Alison looked up, her eyes on the crop as it hit Laura’s palm in a rhythmic pattern. “Please.”
“No. Dirty girls get whipped. Sneaky little girls do not. You were sneaky today, weren’t you, Alison?”
“I was, mistress.”
The crop continued to fall and Allie wriggled in her position on the floor as each snap was wasted in Laura’s hand.
Laura sneered at her. “Foolish girl. Have you learned a lesson yet?”
“Yes, oh yes, Mistress. I’m foolish and stupid and I should not have tried to manipulate you.” Alison crawled forward, kissing the top of Laura’s booted foot where it rested on the floor. “Please mistress.”
“Please what. Slut?” Laura demanded, using the tip of the crop to lift Alison’s chin up. She glared at her with displeasure.
“Let me make it up to you. What may I do? Tell me, mistress.”
“I could make you go to the mess hall, wearing nothing but your collar and leash. I could take you around to every table, and make you tell each and every person there what a dirty, filthy slut you are. And then I’d make you go down on the first male officer we saw. Wouldn’t you hate that, my little slut? You’d hate taking a man in your mouth, wouldn’t you? I hear that Major Lorne is huge; you’d choke on him with that tiny little mouth of yours. That might be the proper punishment for you, my naughty slut.”
“No mistress, please.” Alison looked at her with panic in her eyes and Laura got up and strode across the room and picked up the leash. She returned to the bed, swinging the leash between her fingers in front of Allie’s nose.
Laura smirked. “You wouldn’t like that. That would be a proper punishment.”
“Please, mistress.”
Laura dropped the leash and raised the crop. “I can be merciful.”
As the crop fell, Alison smiled and began to count. Sometimes, you just had to be naughty to get what you needed.