Love Me, Save Me, Punish Me
Title: Love Me, Save Me, Punish Me
Author: V5_Vendetta
Fandom: Teen Titans
Disclaimer: DC's, not mine.
Pairing: M'gann "Megan" M'orzz/Rose Wilson
Rating: R-ish
Summary: Megan has a rather odd way of helping Rose, but Rose doesn't mind.
A/N: This is my very late submission to Greeneyelove's OTP challenge. Been on my hard drive for five months. Sorry.
Rose Wilson knocked twice on the door marked with the name “Miss Martian.” She fought down a shiver, remembering the Martian girl’s tone when she had told Rose to come see her at midnight. She had no idea what Megan was up to, but it had sounded important. If she were honest with herself, she’d have to admit that she had been curious about the green-skinned girl for quite a while. Even her annoyance with the girl for her naïveté was not strong enough to fully suppress that curiosity.
“You may come in, Rose,” a soft, strangely honeyed voice spoke.
Rose opened the door and stepped inside, only to find the green-skinned redhead sitting on her bed and dressed quite oddly . . . for her. Instead of the miniskirt variant of the Martian Manhunter’s original costume, Megan was wearing a black X-shaped harness and small leather shorts with laces running up the hips. Black latex gloves ran up her arms and knee-high laced-up leather boots encased her calves. All in all, Megan looked like she was modeling for a BDSM magazine.
“Megan?” Rose asked. “What are you wearing?”
“My punishment clothes,” Megan replied with an innocent smile that was anything but. “Do you like them?”
Rose hated to admit it, but her mouth was beginning to water at the sight of Megan’s lithe green body in those clothes. She decided to change the subject. “Why did you want me to come here?”
“Why do you continually antagonize Wonder Girl?”
Rose scoffed. “She’s an uptight, self-righteous bitch. It’s fun to push her buttons, make everyone see that she’s not so above it all.”
“That’s what you’ve convinced yourself is true.”
“What do you mean?” Rose narrowed her singular good eye at Megan.
“I mean,” Megan went on, “that deep down, you still harbor guilt for what you did under the influence of your father’s drugs.”
“What’s that got to do with anything? I was temporarily insane. Not my fault.”
“Not what you really think, is it? Deep down, you wish someone would punish you for what you did, don’t you? That’s why you latched on to Nightwing, to Robin, and why you insist on antagonizing Wonder Girl. You wanted to push them to the point where they punished you for being such a bad girl, didn’t you?”
“How do you know this? Did you read my mind or something?”
“I didn’t need to actively read your mind. You radiate self-loathing.”
“What does it matter now? I’m a Titan. I’m one of the good guys.”
Megan looked at Rose tenderly. “But you don’t really feel like you’re one of the good guys, do you?”
“So what?” Rose spat. “Not like I care what they think.”
“You wanted to be punished. I can give you that.”
“What do you mean?”
“Punishment, ultimately, is about love. Punishment is not about anger or hatred or vengeance. Punishment means loving someone enough to discipline them when they’re wrong. That is what you want, isn’t it? For someone to love you enough to set you straight.”
Rose looked into Megan’s eyes and bowed her head slightly. “You’re right,” she admitted heavily. “That is what I want.”
“Then strip down, and come to me,” Megan commanded gently.
Rose pulled the small olive green T-shirt she had been wearing over her head and tossed it aside, exposing breasts that weren’t particularly big or small but definitely perky. She hooked her thumbs into her blue boyshorts and slid them down her legs. Once they were past her knees, she pulled her legs out and set them aside, leaving her shaved mound bare for Megan’s eyes.
Megan smiled. “You’re lubricating. Are you aroused?”
Rose growled slightly under her breath, but walked up to Megan.
“Now lie facedown on my lap,” Megan instructed gently.
Rose obeyed, prostrating herself on Megan’s lap. Megan gently rubbed Rose’s bare backside, eliciting a soft sigh from Rose. “What are you doing?” she asked.
Megan’s answer was to remove her hand and then lay a swift, sharp swat on Rose’s left cheek. Rose yelped in surprise, only to be swatted hard on her right cheek. “Those were ‘freebies,’” Megan stated firmly. “Now I will spank you forty more times and for each time you shout, I will spank you two more times. You will be required to count every strike I give you. Am I understood?”
“Yes,” Rose whispered, her hair falling over her face.
“Good,” Megan whispered. “Let us begin.”
SWAT!
“One.”
SWAT!
“Two.”
SWAT!
“Three.”
SWAT!
“Four.”
Megan kept going, being careful to hold back her considerable strength so as not to injure Rose beyond some rosiness to the skin of her rear end. By the time she reached the thirtieth slap, she noticed that Rose was wriggling softly on her lap. Judging by the scent emanating from Rose and her psychic leakage, Rose was actually aroused by Megan’s punishment of her. It stunned her at first, but then she remembered what some BDSM practitioners had said about deriving pleasure from pain.
SWAT!
“Thirty-seven . . .”
SWAT!
“Thirty-eight . . .”
SWAT!
“Thirty-nine . . .”
SWAT!
“Forty . . .”
“How do you feel, Rose?” Megan asked gently.
“I feel . . . I don’t know how I feel . . .” Rose admitted breathily.
Megan gently picked up Rose and placed her facedown on the bed. She gently massaged Rose’s backside, tinted a rosy scarlet by the force of Megan’s slaps. Rose moaned softly.
“Thank you . . .”
“You’re welcome, Rose.” Megan’s smile was beatific. “You’re welcome.”
Author: V5_Vendetta
Fandom: Teen Titans
Disclaimer: DC's, not mine.
Pairing: M'gann "Megan" M'orzz/Rose Wilson
Rating: R-ish
Summary: Megan has a rather odd way of helping Rose, but Rose doesn't mind.
A/N: This is my very late submission to Greeneyelove's OTP challenge. Been on my hard drive for five months. Sorry.
Rose Wilson knocked twice on the door marked with the name “Miss Martian.” She fought down a shiver, remembering the Martian girl’s tone when she had told Rose to come see her at midnight. She had no idea what Megan was up to, but it had sounded important. If she were honest with herself, she’d have to admit that she had been curious about the green-skinned girl for quite a while. Even her annoyance with the girl for her naïveté was not strong enough to fully suppress that curiosity.
“You may come in, Rose,” a soft, strangely honeyed voice spoke.
Rose opened the door and stepped inside, only to find the green-skinned redhead sitting on her bed and dressed quite oddly . . . for her. Instead of the miniskirt variant of the Martian Manhunter’s original costume, Megan was wearing a black X-shaped harness and small leather shorts with laces running up the hips. Black latex gloves ran up her arms and knee-high laced-up leather boots encased her calves. All in all, Megan looked like she was modeling for a BDSM magazine.
“Megan?” Rose asked. “What are you wearing?”
“My punishment clothes,” Megan replied with an innocent smile that was anything but. “Do you like them?”
Rose hated to admit it, but her mouth was beginning to water at the sight of Megan’s lithe green body in those clothes. She decided to change the subject. “Why did you want me to come here?”
“Why do you continually antagonize Wonder Girl?”
Rose scoffed. “She’s an uptight, self-righteous bitch. It’s fun to push her buttons, make everyone see that she’s not so above it all.”
“That’s what you’ve convinced yourself is true.”
“What do you mean?” Rose narrowed her singular good eye at Megan.
“I mean,” Megan went on, “that deep down, you still harbor guilt for what you did under the influence of your father’s drugs.”
“What’s that got to do with anything? I was temporarily insane. Not my fault.”
“Not what you really think, is it? Deep down, you wish someone would punish you for what you did, don’t you? That’s why you latched on to Nightwing, to Robin, and why you insist on antagonizing Wonder Girl. You wanted to push them to the point where they punished you for being such a bad girl, didn’t you?”
“How do you know this? Did you read my mind or something?”
“I didn’t need to actively read your mind. You radiate self-loathing.”
“What does it matter now? I’m a Titan. I’m one of the good guys.”
Megan looked at Rose tenderly. “But you don’t really feel like you’re one of the good guys, do you?”
“So what?” Rose spat. “Not like I care what they think.”
“You wanted to be punished. I can give you that.”
“What do you mean?”
“Punishment, ultimately, is about love. Punishment is not about anger or hatred or vengeance. Punishment means loving someone enough to discipline them when they’re wrong. That is what you want, isn’t it? For someone to love you enough to set you straight.”
Rose looked into Megan’s eyes and bowed her head slightly. “You’re right,” she admitted heavily. “That is what I want.”
“Then strip down, and come to me,” Megan commanded gently.
Rose pulled the small olive green T-shirt she had been wearing over her head and tossed it aside, exposing breasts that weren’t particularly big or small but definitely perky. She hooked her thumbs into her blue boyshorts and slid them down her legs. Once they were past her knees, she pulled her legs out and set them aside, leaving her shaved mound bare for Megan’s eyes.
Megan smiled. “You’re lubricating. Are you aroused?”
Rose growled slightly under her breath, but walked up to Megan.
“Now lie facedown on my lap,” Megan instructed gently.
Rose obeyed, prostrating herself on Megan’s lap. Megan gently rubbed Rose’s bare backside, eliciting a soft sigh from Rose. “What are you doing?” she asked.
Megan’s answer was to remove her hand and then lay a swift, sharp swat on Rose’s left cheek. Rose yelped in surprise, only to be swatted hard on her right cheek. “Those were ‘freebies,’” Megan stated firmly. “Now I will spank you forty more times and for each time you shout, I will spank you two more times. You will be required to count every strike I give you. Am I understood?”
“Yes,” Rose whispered, her hair falling over her face.
“Good,” Megan whispered. “Let us begin.”
SWAT!
“One.”
SWAT!
“Two.”
SWAT!
“Three.”
SWAT!
“Four.”
Megan kept going, being careful to hold back her considerable strength so as not to injure Rose beyond some rosiness to the skin of her rear end. By the time she reached the thirtieth slap, she noticed that Rose was wriggling softly on her lap. Judging by the scent emanating from Rose and her psychic leakage, Rose was actually aroused by Megan’s punishment of her. It stunned her at first, but then she remembered what some BDSM practitioners had said about deriving pleasure from pain.
SWAT!
“Thirty-seven . . .”
SWAT!
“Thirty-eight . . .”
SWAT!
“Thirty-nine . . .”
SWAT!
“Forty . . .”
“How do you feel, Rose?” Megan asked gently.
“I feel . . . I don’t know how I feel . . .” Rose admitted breathily.
Megan gently picked up Rose and placed her facedown on the bed. She gently massaged Rose’s backside, tinted a rosy scarlet by the force of Megan’s slaps. Rose moaned softly.
“Thank you . . .”
“You’re welcome, Rose.” Megan’s smile was beatific. “You’re welcome.”