Introduction, Frustration, Longing, Satisfaction
Fandom: Bad Girls
Pairing: Helen/Nikki
Summary: This a series of 4 drabbles, which is a continuation of the previously untitled drabble that I posted last week.
Rating: Nothing is really graphic, but R for mentioning of toys, masturbation and spanking.
Disclaimer: I have no ownership of Bad girls
1. Introduction
Helen made it a point to arrive at work a bit early every morning to catch a glimpse of Nikki working in the garden. Aside from her daily reading, Nikki’s only joy was gardening, and she never failed to put all her passion into the few flowers and bushes Larkhall provided. Seeing the inmate work so diligently always pleased her.
Helen peeked inside the potting shed and caught Nikki bending over a bag of soil, totally oblivious to her presence. She quietly closed the door and walked up behind the tall brunette, placing both hands around her waist and whispering in her ear:
“Still ‘aven’t figured out how to behave yourself then?”
Nikki whirled around and attempted to kiss her wing governor, but she was blocked with a playful look that demanded an explanation.
“Well, you know me, Miss, every time my gob’s open, I get into trouble. I just can’t seem to learn my lesson, can I?”
“For god’s sake, Nikki, you’re a grown woman. Do you need an escort to my office every time you’re on report in order to discuss your punishment? Maybe then you would figure out how things work around here.”
Helen leaned forward and swatted her inmate while making sure to stay far enough away to deny the wanted kiss.
With a smile dancing on her lips, Nikki replied, “Oh yes, Miss, that sounds about right. You can expect me on report in an hour.”
2. Frustration
Helen smiled as she hung up the phone. To find out that Nikki had been put on report was no surprise. She knew what Nikki wanted, but Helen needed her to want it. Really want it.
Nikki walked into Helen’s office grinning from ear to ear.
“I told you I’d be on report, Miss. I’m here to accept my punishment.”
“Go on then, Nikki, get into position.”
Helen watched as the inmate’s sweats and knickers were removed, followed by her bending over the desk. She had to admit, it was stunning to see this gorgeous woman submitting to will. Helen grabbed the leather paddle, which had been saved for such an occasion, and stood behind Nikki.
Several seconds went by and Nikki turned ‘round to see her wing governor silently staring at her nakedness. It was a sensation like she had never felt before. To be standing, legs shoulder width apart, allowing Helen to see the moisture glistening in between, caused Nikki to suddenly feel exposed.
“I’m ready, Miss.”
As Nikki stiffened, awaiting her first swat, Helen chucked.
“You want this a little too much, my innocent little inmate. To introduce you to my paddle would seem more of a reward than a punishment. I think we need to wait.”
Nikki tried in vain to change Helen’s mind.
“I never promised the paddle, Nikki, I simply promised punishment. By denying you exactly what you want is more of a punishment than my paddle could ever issue.”
After a quick kiss, Helen sent the frustrated inmate back to her cell. She locked her office door and settled into her chair. Now to take care of her own frustration…
3. Longing
It had been months since Helen had introduced the paddle but had still refused to use it. Nikki couldn’t understand what was going on. She’d pissed of Sylvia and even stooped to a new low by fighting with Fenner-all to get Helen’s attention.
What do I bloody have to do?
Understanding that by submitting to Helen, she would obey the rules and become the perfect inmate was far from her capacity to comprehend. She was too pissed to see that Helen’s actions had a purpose. Couldn’t she see what this was doing to her? Never before had she felt so controlled by a woman. It was as if every emotion, every action and every sensation was directly affected by Helen. To want something so badly-something that she had never before experienced was driving her mad.
Nikki was surprised at her bodies’ reaction-even by just thinking about the paddle. She jerked down her knickers but wasn’t fulfilled by her touch. After a few moments of reflection, she reached behind and began swatting herself. If Helen wouldn’t do it, she’d have to take care of the problem herself.
4. Satisfaction
“Morning, Miss Stewart,” Nikki greeted as her jailor entered the yard. “Have a good night, did you?”
“It was fine Nikki-I need to talk to you. Someplace private, yeah?”
They entered the infamous potting shed and fell into an embrace.
“Helen, I’ve missed you. I was beginning to think you didn’t care.”
Helen grabbed Nikki’s hands and looked into her eyes: “I’ve been waiting for weeks to hold you, Nikki, but I needed you to figure out a few things.”
“Alright then, you want to talk-again,” Nikki dropped Helen’s hands and attempted to sit. It seemed like every time they’d have a moment to themselves, all Helen would want to do is bloody talk.
“Nikki, I need you to trust me. When I said I’d issue a bit of punishment, I didn’t want you to act up. That goes on your formal paperwork. You’ll never get out of here with this behavior.”
Nikki rolled her eyes and began to fidget. “What the hell do I have to do, Helen? I’ve never wanted to please you so much in my life. I try to get your attention, I try to see you every chance I get. It never seems to be good enough. I’m beginning to think you enjoy torturing me.”
“That’s just it, Nikki. You’re trying too hard. All you do is whine, complain, and feel sorry for yourself. I’m quite sick of it, really.”
With that, Helen removed the leather paddle from her bag.
“It’s about time we have a change of attitude.”
Feedback is always appreciated.
Pairing: Helen/Nikki
Summary: This a series of 4 drabbles, which is a continuation of the previously untitled drabble that I posted last week.
Rating: Nothing is really graphic, but R for mentioning of toys, masturbation and spanking.
Disclaimer: I have no ownership of Bad girls
1. Introduction
Helen made it a point to arrive at work a bit early every morning to catch a glimpse of Nikki working in the garden. Aside from her daily reading, Nikki’s only joy was gardening, and she never failed to put all her passion into the few flowers and bushes Larkhall provided. Seeing the inmate work so diligently always pleased her.
Helen peeked inside the potting shed and caught Nikki bending over a bag of soil, totally oblivious to her presence. She quietly closed the door and walked up behind the tall brunette, placing both hands around her waist and whispering in her ear:
“Still ‘aven’t figured out how to behave yourself then?”
Nikki whirled around and attempted to kiss her wing governor, but she was blocked with a playful look that demanded an explanation.
“Well, you know me, Miss, every time my gob’s open, I get into trouble. I just can’t seem to learn my lesson, can I?”
“For god’s sake, Nikki, you’re a grown woman. Do you need an escort to my office every time you’re on report in order to discuss your punishment? Maybe then you would figure out how things work around here.”
Helen leaned forward and swatted her inmate while making sure to stay far enough away to deny the wanted kiss.
With a smile dancing on her lips, Nikki replied, “Oh yes, Miss, that sounds about right. You can expect me on report in an hour.”
2. Frustration
Helen smiled as she hung up the phone. To find out that Nikki had been put on report was no surprise. She knew what Nikki wanted, but Helen needed her to want it. Really want it.
Nikki walked into Helen’s office grinning from ear to ear.
“I told you I’d be on report, Miss. I’m here to accept my punishment.”
“Go on then, Nikki, get into position.”
Helen watched as the inmate’s sweats and knickers were removed, followed by her bending over the desk. She had to admit, it was stunning to see this gorgeous woman submitting to will. Helen grabbed the leather paddle, which had been saved for such an occasion, and stood behind Nikki.
Several seconds went by and Nikki turned ‘round to see her wing governor silently staring at her nakedness. It was a sensation like she had never felt before. To be standing, legs shoulder width apart, allowing Helen to see the moisture glistening in between, caused Nikki to suddenly feel exposed.
“I’m ready, Miss.”
As Nikki stiffened, awaiting her first swat, Helen chucked.
“You want this a little too much, my innocent little inmate. To introduce you to my paddle would seem more of a reward than a punishment. I think we need to wait.”
Nikki tried in vain to change Helen’s mind.
“I never promised the paddle, Nikki, I simply promised punishment. By denying you exactly what you want is more of a punishment than my paddle could ever issue.”
After a quick kiss, Helen sent the frustrated inmate back to her cell. She locked her office door and settled into her chair. Now to take care of her own frustration…
3. Longing
It had been months since Helen had introduced the paddle but had still refused to use it. Nikki couldn’t understand what was going on. She’d pissed of Sylvia and even stooped to a new low by fighting with Fenner-all to get Helen’s attention.
What do I bloody have to do?
Understanding that by submitting to Helen, she would obey the rules and become the perfect inmate was far from her capacity to comprehend. She was too pissed to see that Helen’s actions had a purpose. Couldn’t she see what this was doing to her? Never before had she felt so controlled by a woman. It was as if every emotion, every action and every sensation was directly affected by Helen. To want something so badly-something that she had never before experienced was driving her mad.
Nikki was surprised at her bodies’ reaction-even by just thinking about the paddle. She jerked down her knickers but wasn’t fulfilled by her touch. After a few moments of reflection, she reached behind and began swatting herself. If Helen wouldn’t do it, she’d have to take care of the problem herself.
4. Satisfaction
“Morning, Miss Stewart,” Nikki greeted as her jailor entered the yard. “Have a good night, did you?”
“It was fine Nikki-I need to talk to you. Someplace private, yeah?”
They entered the infamous potting shed and fell into an embrace.
“Helen, I’ve missed you. I was beginning to think you didn’t care.”
Helen grabbed Nikki’s hands and looked into her eyes: “I’ve been waiting for weeks to hold you, Nikki, but I needed you to figure out a few things.”
“Alright then, you want to talk-again,” Nikki dropped Helen’s hands and attempted to sit. It seemed like every time they’d have a moment to themselves, all Helen would want to do is bloody talk.
“Nikki, I need you to trust me. When I said I’d issue a bit of punishment, I didn’t want you to act up. That goes on your formal paperwork. You’ll never get out of here with this behavior.”
Nikki rolled her eyes and began to fidget. “What the hell do I have to do, Helen? I’ve never wanted to please you so much in my life. I try to get your attention, I try to see you every chance I get. It never seems to be good enough. I’m beginning to think you enjoy torturing me.”
“That’s just it, Nikki. You’re trying too hard. All you do is whine, complain, and feel sorry for yourself. I’m quite sick of it, really.”
With that, Helen removed the leather paddle from her bag.
“It’s about time we have a change of attitude.”
Feedback is always appreciated.