Fic: Show Me the Ropes (2/?)
Here's part 2... same disclaimers and warnings apply! :)
At the end of shift, Catherine looked up to find Sara lingering in her office doorway, hands shoved into her jeans pockets, staring at her shoes. When she looked up to find Catherine watching her, she cleared her throat and spoke quickly.
"So, uh, how do we do this?"
Catherine grinned and grabbed her purse, standing up and shutting off her computer. "First I take you to breakfast, as a preliminary thank-you, then I planned on taking you to my house."
"I can't eat right now," Sara said, her eyes anywhere but on Catherine. "You'd better just take me to your house before I chicken out."
Catherine raised an eyebrow, slipping on her jacket and preceding Sara out of her office. "You? Chicken out of something? I think I'd faint. You're the most stubborn, hard-headed--"
Sara interrupted her. "Cath? Not making me want to go home with you..."
"Okay, okay, truce."
Neither woman said a word the entire drive to Catherine's house. Catherine finally broke the silence as she parked and shut off the engine.
"I meant what I said, you know. That this could be a healing experience for you."
Sara just shrugged and got out of the car, nudging the door closed with her hip and immediately shoving her hands back into her pockets. It was her safety net when she was nervous, rare though the times may be. She jumped when she felt human contact, and settled when she realized it was just Catherine putting a comforting hand on her back to guide her up the walk.
Five minutes later they were in Catherine's bedroom. Sara couldn't even take stock of her surroundings, let alone appreciate the fact that she was in Catherine Willows' bedroom, because her brain was focused on pacing the room to calm her shaking hands. Good thing they were in her pockets, so Catherine couldn't see.
Catherine sat on the bed and watched Sara pace for a few moments, fighting down a little smirk at seeing her usually unflappable colleague striding around like a nervous teenager. "Sara, come here," she finally said, and watched as Sara registered the words. She went from pacing to standing stock-still, her back straight as a rod, facing away from Catherine.
After what seemed like hours of indecision but was probably only five seconds, tops, Sara turned and walked to Catherine's side, staring at the wall behind the bed. "I don't know if I can do this," she confessed, her fingers digging into her thighs inside her pockets.
"I think you can. It won't hurt any more than you're comfortable with, and you can stop me at any time."
Sara didn't think she was comfortable with any amount of hurting, but she had agreed to this, and she had something to prove to herself. She gave a slow nod, unable to find words.
Catherine smiled reassuringly and patted her thighs. "Okay, boots off please and climb on up, lay across my lap and get as comfortable as you can."
Her eyes back to the floor, Sara sat down on the carpet and untied her boots, slipping them off and putting them by the closed bedroom door before returning to Catherine and awkwardly bending over her lap.
"All the way up," Catherine clarified, reaching down and lifting Sara's legs onto the bed. She grinned to herself, knowing what it was taking for Sara to keep herself here. She knew the fiery young woman wanted to bolt. "You feel real good right here, Sidle," she commented in a low voice, flexing her thigh muscles for emphasis.
Sara attempted to squirm right off Catherine's lap at that little announcement, but an arm around her waist gently held her in place. Not the kind of hold she couldn't escape... just the kind that reminded her where she was supposed to stay.
Once she had Sara steady, Catherine started to explain a couple things. "So. I have learned, that any good spanking starts with a warm-up, which is basically just a series of gentle taps that increase slowly."
"Right. Like boiling water."
"Stop being a scientist for ten minutes," Catherine scolded sarcastically.
"That leaves nothing else," Sara countered, though her tone was more wistful than scrappy.
"There's more to you than science, darlin, and we're gonna prove that right now," Catherine insisted, rubbing her palm over Sara's bottom and starting to lightly spank her over her jeans. "Now, everyone's technique is slightly different, and everyone's response is different, so I need you to tell me what you like and what you don't."
"Uh, okay... I don't like having to talk about what you're doing."
"Cheeky little girl," Catherine said with a laugh, continuing the gentle taps for a few silent moments before she reached underneath Sara and freed the button of her jeans, sliding down the zipper.
"Don't like that!" Sara piped up instantly, no longer having such a problem voicing her opinion about what Catherine was doing.
"Sara," Catherine said in her 'motherly' voice, starting to peel the jeans down over the brunette's hips, "stop deliberately misinterpreting my words." She lowered Sara's jeans to her knees, blinking at the sexy black thong her colleague was wearing. "Nice underwear."
"Catherine!" Sara growled, starting to push up onto her hands, but a firm swat to one bare cheek sent her back to the bed with a gasp. She felt the same on her other cheek, and her face flushed bright red at the thought of how she must look to Catherine right now.
"Your butt is gorgeous," Catherine nearly purred, squeezing both cheeks firmly before running her fingertips lightly over each one, drawing invisible circles across Sara's pale skin. When Sara didn't give a response, she had to remind herself that she had no right to expect one. Sara wasn't her client, or submissive, she was just doing this as a favor.
Sara tensed, a shiver running through her body when Catherine squeezed her ass. So far, this wasn't too bad. It was actually kind of nice, despite the fact that she was across Catherine's lap like a child, with her jeans around her knees. When the gentle taps started up again on her bare skin, she swallowed her embarrassment and whispered in a rush, "I like that, Cath."
Wow. Catherine was wholly unprepared for the rush of endorphins through her mind at those four simple words from Sara. She held back the whimper she wanted to make, instead purring at Sara and continuing the soft spanking. She resisted the urge to lean down and nibble the side of Sara's neck, which was so deliciously exposed to her by the way her colleague was laying - on her stomach, of course, with her head turned to the side, her left cheek pressed into the comforter. "Thank you Sara," she hummed appreciatively, resting her free hand on Sara's back.
"Uh, you're welcome," Sara replied, surprised at the thank-you and not knowing how else to respond.
After a few minutes of silence, except the quiet slapping sound of skin on skin, Catherine threw caution to the wind and just outright asked for permission to nibble on Sara's neck. "Sara, would you strenuously object to my lips on your neck while I spank you?"
Sara's jaw dropped, and she was glad she was facing away from Catherine. She knew she had one of those 'OH my GOD' looks on her face, in a rare moment of shock she wasn't able to keep hidden. "Uh, I don't know, really," she drawled, her voice sounding a little huskier than usual, which was saying something, since her voice was normally pretty husky. "Why don't you try it and find out?" Did she just say that? Science-geek Sara Sidle managed to pull out something that cool in the face of a potentially awkward moment? Right on.
"Oh yeah?" Catherine grinned, enjoying the challenge, and she leaned down to capture a mouthful of flesh, bathing it gently with her lips and tongue as she started to spank Sara a little harder.
Sara tensed at first, registering the harder hits, but Catherine's tongue sliding across her neck pulled her full attention, and she relaxed with a low moan. "Oh God, Cath... this is really inappropriate," she managed to protest slightly, though she moaned again and shut her eyes. Catherine was very skilled with her mouth. And her hand, actually... despite the mild sting that was starting up in her backside, she found herself enjoying the way Catherine spanked her. She hadn't expected to be affected on a sexual level, but the first stirrings of arousal were forming in her belly.
"I'd have to agree with you, but I think propriety went out the window as soon as you bent over my lap," Catherine snickered, tracing her tongue up and down Sara's top few vertebrae. "I'm gonna spank you harder now, Sidle, so if it's too much, just speak up, okay?"
Sara tensed again, her whole body going stiff, but Catherine eased her back down with gentle kisses along the top of her spine and the back of her neck. Once she relaxed her muscles, she was treated to a very firm, stinging slap to one of her cheeks. "Ow!" she yelped, intending to say it was too much, but the sting quickly spread into a warm glow, and she realized she wasn't panicking. It hurt, but not in the way she was familiar with. She settled back down and received another hard smack on the other cheek, and again she yelped, but this time it was without a definitive word, just a little noise.
Another, and another, and another, and after at least a dozen good smacks, the swirling emotions in the pit of Sara's stomach were starting to make themselves known between her legs. She squirmed, not wanting Catherine to realize where her body was taking her, especially not without the barrier of her jeans between her thighs and Catherine's pants.
Catherine was surprised that Sara was letting the harder slaps continue for so long, but she was thrilled. Sara was responsive and beautiful and vulnerable, and above all, trusting, which wasn't something the CSI was used to in her daily life. Not in her job, and not with her ex-husband, and lately not with Lindsey either. But Sara was trusting her, even though she knew that her colleague had been terrified to come here and do this. Her responsiveness was empowering, and Catherine was loving every second of it. And the way that gorgeous pale ass felt beneath her hands was indescribable. Especially now that it was glowing red and warm to the touch. And Sara had not asked her to stop, or slipped away - the squirming brunette was right there with her. "How you doin?" she asked gently, even as she kept up the swats.
"I'm, I'm good." Sara cleared her throat, trying to make her voice sound less... exotic.
"Just 'good'?" Catherine asked knowingly, slowly winding down to soft taps again, then flattening her palm over Sara's warm, red bottom and rubbing back and forth across her cheeks. She wasn't stupid, she could feel the intermittent clenching of Sara's stomach muscles and smell the sweet, musky scent of her colleague's arousal.
"Yeah, you know, what else would I be?" Sara asked, her eyes going wide, once again glad she was facing away from Catherine. "It's, you know, it's good."
Well, if Sara didn't want to fess up, Catherine wasn't going to press her. She would confess her own excitement, however. "Well, Sidle, you did it. You survived a spanking. And I gotta tell you, it was more than 'good' for me, if you know what I mean."
"I'm not sure I do..."
"Oh no?" Oops... her rubbing hand slipped.
Sara gasped, fisting the comforter with both hands and squeezing her thighs together tightly. She couldn't even find the words to yell at Catherine, she was so embarrassed and turned on.
"That's what I mean," Catherine said wryly, pulling her hand away and taking hold of one of Sara's instead. She shifted her weight a little and guided Sara's hand between her thighs, closing her eyes at the feel of having Sara Sidle's hand between her legs, even covered by her own.
What was Catherine-- oh, shit. She was wet through her slacks. And really warm. Sara curled her fingers to rub them along the seam of Cat's pants. She couldn't help it.
"Oh my God," Catherine moaned uninhibitedly, tossing her head back and urging Sara to rub harder. She certainly hadn't expected that little movement, but damn if she was going to let the opportunity go by without encouraging a little more.
Sara felt the pressure on her fingers, and her breathing picked up speed. It had been a long time since she'd been with anyone. Eyelids fluttering, she pressed her fingers harder between Catherine's legs, stroking with a firmer motion.
Catherine couldn't believe that Sara was taking the prompt. "Yes," she hissed, pushing harder on Sara's fingers before letting go and using both arms to keep herself sitting upright. Please, please don't let Sara stop.
Sara was starting to lose herself in the feel of Catherine, but soon it wasn't enough. "Cath," she breathed. "Button and zipper." Wow. Was she really reduced to half-sentences so fast?
It took Catherine a minute to process the request in her desire-clouded mind, but as soon as it registered, her hands shot forward to work the button and yank down the zipper.
Sara's hand was immediately inside Catherine's pants, fingertips rubbing along the crotch of her soaked, silky panties. Both women groaned.
"Not enough, Cath," Sara panted lightly. "And this angle sucks."
"I kinda like this angle," Catherine said with a cheeky little grin.
"I'm gonna break my wrist like this," Sara complained. "And trust me, you'll like other angles better."
There was no way to deny that, no matter how sexy the brunette looked in her current position. "What did you have in mind?"
Sara breathed a sigh of relief and slowly pushed up onto her knees. She had gathered that Catherine was boss in this encounter, even though nothing had been expressly stated, and she was glad for the chance to set her own stage. She kicked her jeans the rest of the way off, then threw one leg over Catherine's and lowered to straddle the blonde's thighs, quickly returning her hand to the warmth between them.
Fingers expertly brushed Catherine's clit and slid lower, fingering her opening through her panties. "Ugh, Sara," she moaned, unable to remember anything ever feeling so good.
Hearing Catherine moan her name like that ripped away any shred of inhibition Sara had left, and she knew in that moment that she was going to fuck Catherine Willows.
Any unspoken roles and rules flew out the window as Sara took the lead, shoving Catherine's panties out of the way and pushing two fingers into her soft, slick heat. "Okay Catherine, I know I'm the one that got spanked, but you're the one who's gonna get fucked," she growled, letting Catherine know who was in charge now. "Any objections?"
Catherine threw her head back and let out the loudest moan she'd ever heard herself make when Sara's fingers plunged inside her, and then she couldn't help snorting with laughter at the question. Objections? Only if she was insane... "No objections at all, Sidle..."
"Good. Because for some reason, right now, all I wanna do is fuck you senseless."
Catherine's lips twitched and slowly pulled into a smirk. "That's because I spanked you *so* good."
"Hey, now, watch yourself, I may not be experienced with the spanking thing, but finger fucking is something I've got down to a science," Sara smirked back, curling her fingers just right and swiping her thumb across Catherine's clit.
Catherine groaned, both at the science correlation and the feelings erupting between her legs. "I'll give you that," she conceded, dropping her head back between her shoulders and closing her eyes. "How's your bottom feel, though?"
"Are you fishing for compliments, Cath?" Sara asked, grinning as she used her free hand to push Catherine all the way down onto her back. "It feels good. It feels really good. In fact, I can't feel the sting anymore, just a nice little glow. Say, after I'm done making you scream, you wanna try spanking me harder, so I'll have a little reminder of you when I sit down?"
"Hell yes," Catherine answered without hesitation. "You just might be kinkier than you thought you were, Sidle."
"Well, we'll see if I can take it, won't we?" Sara grinned, leaning over Catherine and letting her lips hover just a breath away as she pushed her fingers in deep and stroked the blonde beauty from the inside out.
"Ohhhhhh, yeah," Catherine encouraged, rocking her hips against Sara's hand. The pursing of her lips was enough to make contact with Sara's, and they kissed slowly, soft and gentle, everything else put on hold so they could explore each other's lips for the first time. Catherine could still feel Sara's motionless fingers inside her as she opened her mouth to accept the brunette's tongue.
==
"You know, I don't think you're gonna have a reminder when you sit unless I use a paddle. Sorry Sidle."
"Do you... *have* a paddle?"
Catherine stared down at the woman across her lap. "I have... a cutting board," she said slowly, trying to figure Sara out. Why did she want to be hit with a paddle after she'd been so angry about the prospect of a spanking in the first place? Angry and scared. Catherine wasn't sure if she should take a paddle to Sara's backside. There could be a trigger at any time, and she really wanted this to be a positive experience for the younger woman.
"But you don't want to use it." Sara was quite intuitive. She didn't miss much, and the tone of Catherine's voice alerted her to hesitation.
"I'm not sure," Catherine admitted, subconsciously reaching over to stroke Sara's hair, her protective instinct kicking in. "I really want you to look back on this experience with no regrets."
"I've never felt more empowered than I do right now," Sara confessed. "I like having control of my pain. It's something I've never had before. It feels so good when you spank me, Cat... I can't explain it. I never want to forget how it feels."
Catherine grinned. Deep down she was so relieved and grateful and proud to hear that, but for now she just grinned. And leaned over to whisper in Sara's ear. "I'll use the paddle... but for the record, you never have to forget how this feels, because you have an ass that I could spank forever."
Sara actually blushed.
"But before I head off to grab that cutting board, Miss Thang, there's something I wanna do first."
"Oh yeah? And what's that?"
Catherine curled her fingers into the waistband of Sara's thong and began an agonizingly slow descent over her hips, lightly scraping her nails along Sara's flesh as she went. She felt the delicious shiver that ran through her colleague's body, and when she had the thong halfway down, she paused. "Now... I want you to climb off my lap, and bend over the bed, and don't touch anything until I get back, got that?"
"Cath, what am I gonna touch?" Sara asked sarcastically, climbing off of Catherine's lap and bending over the bed as instructed.
"Nothing. Didn't you hear me?"
"That's not what I--" she turned her head to see the twinkle in Catherine's eyes, and snorted. "Smart-ass."
"Now now, Sidle, pipe down," Catherine teased, giving her a wink before disappearing out the door.
"This is uncomfortable!" Sara yelled after her, but she was smiling. She couldn't remember the last time she'd smiled this much in one day.
"That's the point!" was the yelled reply, and Catherine returned to the room a few moments later. "Did you touch anything?" She set the cutting board on the bed.
"Oh yeah, didn't you hear me getting off?"
"I was gone for thirty seconds."
"I'm quick these days."
"Don't make me test your clit for epithelials."
Sara burst out laughing so hard and unexpectedly that she ended up choking. "It'll never hold up in court," she wheezed.
"Well I don't plan on going to trial. This is a matter I'll enjoy handling myself."
Sara was finally able to calm herself down after long moments, and she turned to look over her shoulder at Catherine. "So handle it already."
That made Catherine snicker, and she walked up behind Sara, squatting down and tugging Sara's panties the rest of the way off. "Step out of 'em, Snappy," she ordered, and when Sara did, she picked them up and put them in her pocket, standing as she did so. "You look really good like that."
"Some people say my ass is my best feature."
"I've heard the rumors, why do you think I took your pants off?"
"Hey, who spilled?" Sara was surprised at how comfortable she was with Catherine. Bent over with her ass on display was not an easy position, despite her confidence in the appeal of said ass. And, throwing back and forth with her was easy. They were naturals at it.
"Ecklie, Brass..."
"Do you want me to walk right out the door?"
Catherine grinned, stepping up closer to the brunette until her hips lightly touched Sara's backside. "Oh please," Catherine replied flippantly. "Your jeans are under the bed and your underwear's in my pocket."
"You're stealing my underwear?"
"Borrowing."
"Yeah, right."
"Okay stealing, yes. Is there a problem with that, Miss Sidle?"
Sara smirked into the comforter and wiggled around a little. "Guess not. My souvenir's physical, yours is tangible. Makes sense."
"It's not a souvenir," Catherine argued, clearly teasing by the tone in her voice. "It's for blackmail." At Sara's laugh, Catherine leaned over her, pressing her body lightly against her colleague's back. Sara's head was turned to the side, some hair falling over her face to obstruct Catherine's view. She reached up to gently tuck the locks behind Sara's ear, then kissed her cheek. "Sara... are you sure you want me to hit you hard enough to leave bruises?" she asked quietly.
"Bruises?" Sara wrinkled her nose adorably.
"Yeah... if you want to have trouble sitting, I have to give you bruises. Or welts, but we're not going there."
"Well, you'll stop if I say so, right? Just work me up slowly."
"None of my business I guess, but I gotta ask why," Catherine grinned.
Sara reached a hand up and over Catherine's head to run her fingers through the silky blonde hair. "I have my reasons."
Catherine purred into the touch and then stood up, grabbing the paddle. "Wait a minute. Did you bet with Greg?"
"What am I, Warrick?" Sara scoffed. "No I didn't bet with Greg. They're personal reasons, known only to me. Look, if you don't have it in you..."
"Watch yourself, Sidle." Catherine gave Sara's ass a good pinch and then laid the paddle against it. "You ready?"
Sara squeaked at the pinch, turning her head with amusement. "Yeah, I'm ready."
Catherine rubbed the wooden board back and forth a few times, then raised her arm and brought the paddle down swiftly across Sara's naked rear.
"Shit!" Sara jumped, sucking her lower lip between her teeth and biting down, a shiver running through her entire body at the flames suddenly licking her skin.
"You okay?" Catherine asked immediately, leaning over the brunette once more, smiling at the blush on Sara's face.
Sara nodded, flicking her eyes up to Catherine, whose face was about an inch from hers. Those bright blue eyes were sparkling so brilliantly... and she was pretty sure it was because of her. "You turned on?" she answered with a question.
"You have no idea," Catherine drawled, standing back up before she lost herself in those dark brown depths. "You?"
"Maybe."
"Maybe?" Catherine raised an eyebrow, resting the paddle on Sara's butt again, then lifted her arm and delivered a second, stinging blow just below the first. "Maybe?" Sara's second yelp was drowned out by the sound of the board cracking across her backside twice more in quick succession, and then Catherine's free hand was on the blazing skin, rubbing gently.
Sara yelled with each smack, shivering every time she felt the force of Catherine's hand through the extension of the paddle. "All right, all right," she muttered. "You win. More probable than 'maybe'. There's a 51 percent chance that I'm turned on."
"Oh man, I landed myself a smart-ass with you," Catherine breathed, rolling her eyes skyward. "I'll take the sarcasm as a request to hit you harder?"
"Oh come on, Catherine, you already knew I was a smart-ass. This is not news to either of us," Sara shot back. "If you want to hit me harder, go ahead." She paused for a second, and then added, "I'm really turned on, Cat."
Catherine smiled and replied softly, "I know."
"I didn't expect to be."
"I know that too."
"You were right, though. This is nothing like what happened to me growing up. It hurts, but... we're both in complete control of ourselves, and nobody's mad. You're giving me a chance to take back my power, a chance for *me* to decide who hurts me and how, and how much. I like the way you hit me. The harder the better. I want to feel it for days..."
"You will, baby doll," Catherine promised. "You just say 'yellow' if it starts to get too hard, okay?"
"I will."
Catherine started up again, with a rhythm this time. And man, did she love the way Sara pressed her hips into the bed with each stroke. And the noises Sara was making - oh God. Groans and whimpers and wordless cries. And the way Sara's ass was turning a brighter shade of red every time the paddle connected.
Sara closed her eyes, finding herself at ease with the rhythm Catherine had set. It made the blows predictable, expected - nothing sudden or jarring - so that she could settle in and focus on how it felt, not wonder when the next one was coming. Catherine was steadily hitting harder, and at a particularly forceful blow, Sara hissed in a breath through her teeth, then let it out slowly through her nose.
Wow. Sidle was tough. She herself had cried over Lady Heather's lap, and the Lady had only used her hand. Now here was Sara, taking a pretty hard paddling, and she wasn't even whining.
Sara could feel herself starting to bruise, and she held out for several more smacks after that before the pain started getting too intense. "Y-yellow," she finally said, and noticed the change instantly. The blows lost their edge, winding down slowly until Catherine's hands were on her ass, the paddle set aside. Soft, trembling hands rubbed her bottom, making her gasp at first and then purr.
"Think I did the trick?" Catherine asked quietly.
Sara took a minute to just breathe before attempting an answer. Her voice came out low and raspy when she did. "Yeah."
"I am so curious why you don't want to be able to sit," Catherine admitted, feathering her fingers across the inflamed skin beneath them.
"You're just gonna have to stay curious," Sara replied, loving the gentle rubbing. Her ass was throbbing, not to mention blazing with heat. She was impressed with herself for taking such a hard spanking, and she couldn't help grinning.
"I hate being curious. I like knowing." Catherine grinned too, then climbed up onto the bed and sat criss-cross next to Sara's head. "Come here, you."
Sara drew her knees up onto the bed and crawled over. "Yeah?"
"Well, I just wanted to hold you for a minute. It's called after-care."
"There's a name for that? It's not just called holding a person?"
"Yes, after-care." She pulled Sara into her lap, snickering at the pained hiss from her colleague, and wrapped her arms around the blushing woman. "Smart-ass."
"Again, we already know this about me," Sara smiled, showing off the adorable gap between her front teeth as she leaned her head on Catherine's shoulder and allowed herself to be held. Several minutes of comfortable silence passed between them and then she said, "thank you, Catherine."
"You're welcome." Pause. "Thank *you*, Sara. I wanted a volunteer just for some rote practice, but I got more than I bargained for."
"Oh yeah? What'd you get?"
"You call it."
"Okay, let's see... you got a stubborn CSI with a smart mouth and--"
"No," Catherine interrupted. "You just lost your chance to call it. My turn. I got an extremely responsive, compliant, respectful partner that gave me her trust and her body. I got a chance to not only practice my skill and technique, but to enjoy doing it and have a complete blast. Not to mention I got finger-fucked to almighty oblivion, and that certainly wasn't part of the deal. Oh, *and*, I got to spank the most gorgeous ass I've ever encountered. The only thing that remains to be seen is whether or not I get to fuck *you* to almighty oblivion."
Sara was touched, flattered, and even honored at Catherine's words. She didn't want to show it, though, at least not yet, so she smirked up at the blonde and replied sarcastically. "Oh I don't know, Cat. I'm in your lap, naked from the waist down, so that wouldn't make any sense."
Catherine shrugged. "Okay, if you say--"
"Catherine?"
"Yeah?"
"Fuck me."
"Okay." Catherine didn't have a problem with that. "Pick your poison, tongue or fingers."
"Fingers," Sara answered without hesitation. "You'd go down on me, Cath?"
"Don't know a single person that wouldn't," Catherine said, raising an eyebrow and sliding Sara off her lap and onto her back on the bed. "Why do you sound surprised?"
"I don't know, I just-- it's not something I'd expect the first time I sleep with someone, that's all."
"Sure you don't want to change your mind?" Catherine asked, gently pushing Sara's legs apart and laying herself in between them.
"No!" Sara said quickly. "I'd die if you didn't like it," she explained with a blush.
"Didn't like it? Are you kidding me?" Catherine drawled, dropping her head between Sara's legs and inhaling a deep breath through her nose, a moan escaping her slightly parted lips.
"So, are you saying, like, that you *want* to go down on me?" Sara asked, looking anywhere but at Catherine.
Catherine's lips hovered a breath away from Sara's heat, and she groaned, closing her eyes. "Oh yeah, Sidle. Give me the go ahead and I'm all over it."
"That's really not sexy, Cath," Sara complained, pulling a face at Catherine's wording.
"Do you want sexy, or sex?" Catherine countered, blowing a cool breath between Sara's legs.
Sara shivered, the sensation running through her entire body before she settled back down. "If you really want to, I guess it's okay, I mean, it's not like *I'm* against it, I'm just afraid *you* won't li--" She was cut off mid-sentence by lips closing softly around her clit. "Oh fuck."
"Oh fuck." Catherine said the same thing when she tasted Sara inside her mouth. "Oh God. Sara, you're delicious." She sucked the brunette's clit between her lips and flicked it rapidly with her tongue.
Sara's eyes rolled back, her lids fluttering as rapidly as Catherine's tongue. "Catherine," she growled, forcing herself to look at the blonde between her legs. "I don't want to cum as soon as you start licking me, Jesus. There will be no rumors going around about my stamina, thank you very much. Ease off a little!"
Catherine's eyes widened in disbelief. "That's like asking a lion to use a Goddamned fork and knife to eat his steak, Sidle."
"You just compared my pussy to a steak."
"The analogy was valid."
"You just compared my pussy to a steak," Sara repeated, in that 'I can't believe this is happening' way of hers.
"Give me thirty seconds and you won't even remember your own name, let alone what I just said."
"A fucking steak. I'm a vegetarian. I can't believe you fucking said that, Cath. The countdown begins now," Sara drolled, clearly having no faith in Catherine's cocky promise.
The first thing Catherine did after that was bite Sara hard on the inner thigh - hard enough to leave an instantaneous mark and an impression of her teeth. Hearing Sara cry out, she grinned and licked the pulsing wound, bathing it back to pleasure.
Well, Sara did forget her name in that moment, as she was too busy cursing the pain in her thigh and resisting the urge to yank out a handful of Catherine's hair. But then Catherine's hot, wet tongue was pushing inside her, and the sheer visceral pleasure made her forget much more than her name. She put a hand on the back of Catherine's head, urging her to make firmer contact, and when Cat did, she curled her fingers into blonde hair and squeezed.
--
Nick was the first to notice Sara's difficulty sitting, even though technically it should have been Greg, since he already knew she'd agreed to let Catherine go at her.
"What the hell's the matter with you, Sara?" Nick finally asked when he'd had enough of her squirming in her chair.
That brought things to Greg's attention, and his lips split into a wide grin, but he said nothing. It was one thing to know, it was another thing to tell, and he wanted to remain living thank you very much.
Catherine, however, had no such qualms. "What, you forgot yesterday's conversation already, Nicky? Some investigator you are."
Nick's jaw dropped. "You spanked her? She said yes?"
"Hello, I'm right here, can I not answer questions for myself?" Sara piped up, waving a hand first in Catherine's face, then Nick's. "Yes, I said yes. You should try it, it's quite amazing."
"Yeah no thanks," Nick said, looking slightly disgusted.
"Square," Sara coughed under her breath, just as Catherine muttered 'pussy' under hers.
"Call me what you want, you're not getting your hands on this prime piece of ass," Nick said, shaking his head and snatching the newspaper right out of Sara's hands.
Sara watched the newspaper go with a scandalized look on her face. "I was reading that."
Nick snorted and turned the page. "Yeah, right. You were too busy dancing in your seat there to be reading anything."
Sara snatched the paper back and ripped it in half. "For your information, I was reading it, and even if I wasn't, you'd have no right to grab it from me," she snapped.
Catherine and Warrick could sense a storm brewing, and they both stepped in. "Nick, man, what's the deal?" Warrick asked, as Catherine laid a hand on Sara's shoulder.
"Hey gorgeous... my office?"
Sara turned and frowned at her. "You don't have an office, Catherine."
"I use the little girls' room. Come on."
Sara managed a smirk as she followed Catherine into the bathroom. "Nice office."
Catherine grinned and locked the door, then twirled a finger at Sara to indicate she should turn around. "Let's see the damage."
"You're not serious, you want me to drop my pants at work?" Sara asked, both eyebrows shooting up.
"The janitorial service works days. Nobody else has a key to my office. Now drop 'em, Sidle."
Sara actually laughed, and after another few seconds of indecision, she turned around and lowered her pants and underwear. Catherine's wolf-whistle made her blush.
"Hot damn, girl."
"Yeah, I know. I looked in the mirror before I left the house." The lower half of her ass had been almost entirely black and blue at that time, and she wouldn't imagine it looked any different now. That had been just a few hours ago.
"All right, I won't torture you by touching it."
"Gee thanks." Sara rolled her eyes as she pulled up her pants and underwear. She turned around to face Catherine, buttoning and zipping the jeans, then a frown creased her brows again. "What do you think Nick's problem is?"
"Who knows," Catherine shrugged, shaking her head. "Could be jealous. Could be closed-minded. Could be protective of you. There's a ton of could be's. Just shake it off and hope Grissom doesn't partner you up."
At the end of shift, Catherine looked up to find Sara lingering in her office doorway, hands shoved into her jeans pockets, staring at her shoes. When she looked up to find Catherine watching her, she cleared her throat and spoke quickly.
"So, uh, how do we do this?"
Catherine grinned and grabbed her purse, standing up and shutting off her computer. "First I take you to breakfast, as a preliminary thank-you, then I planned on taking you to my house."
"I can't eat right now," Sara said, her eyes anywhere but on Catherine. "You'd better just take me to your house before I chicken out."
Catherine raised an eyebrow, slipping on her jacket and preceding Sara out of her office. "You? Chicken out of something? I think I'd faint. You're the most stubborn, hard-headed--"
Sara interrupted her. "Cath? Not making me want to go home with you..."
"Okay, okay, truce."
Neither woman said a word the entire drive to Catherine's house. Catherine finally broke the silence as she parked and shut off the engine.
"I meant what I said, you know. That this could be a healing experience for you."
Sara just shrugged and got out of the car, nudging the door closed with her hip and immediately shoving her hands back into her pockets. It was her safety net when she was nervous, rare though the times may be. She jumped when she felt human contact, and settled when she realized it was just Catherine putting a comforting hand on her back to guide her up the walk.
Five minutes later they were in Catherine's bedroom. Sara couldn't even take stock of her surroundings, let alone appreciate the fact that she was in Catherine Willows' bedroom, because her brain was focused on pacing the room to calm her shaking hands. Good thing they were in her pockets, so Catherine couldn't see.
Catherine sat on the bed and watched Sara pace for a few moments, fighting down a little smirk at seeing her usually unflappable colleague striding around like a nervous teenager. "Sara, come here," she finally said, and watched as Sara registered the words. She went from pacing to standing stock-still, her back straight as a rod, facing away from Catherine.
After what seemed like hours of indecision but was probably only five seconds, tops, Sara turned and walked to Catherine's side, staring at the wall behind the bed. "I don't know if I can do this," she confessed, her fingers digging into her thighs inside her pockets.
"I think you can. It won't hurt any more than you're comfortable with, and you can stop me at any time."
Sara didn't think she was comfortable with any amount of hurting, but she had agreed to this, and she had something to prove to herself. She gave a slow nod, unable to find words.
Catherine smiled reassuringly and patted her thighs. "Okay, boots off please and climb on up, lay across my lap and get as comfortable as you can."
Her eyes back to the floor, Sara sat down on the carpet and untied her boots, slipping them off and putting them by the closed bedroom door before returning to Catherine and awkwardly bending over her lap.
"All the way up," Catherine clarified, reaching down and lifting Sara's legs onto the bed. She grinned to herself, knowing what it was taking for Sara to keep herself here. She knew the fiery young woman wanted to bolt. "You feel real good right here, Sidle," she commented in a low voice, flexing her thigh muscles for emphasis.
Sara attempted to squirm right off Catherine's lap at that little announcement, but an arm around her waist gently held her in place. Not the kind of hold she couldn't escape... just the kind that reminded her where she was supposed to stay.
Once she had Sara steady, Catherine started to explain a couple things. "So. I have learned, that any good spanking starts with a warm-up, which is basically just a series of gentle taps that increase slowly."
"Right. Like boiling water."
"Stop being a scientist for ten minutes," Catherine scolded sarcastically.
"That leaves nothing else," Sara countered, though her tone was more wistful than scrappy.
"There's more to you than science, darlin, and we're gonna prove that right now," Catherine insisted, rubbing her palm over Sara's bottom and starting to lightly spank her over her jeans. "Now, everyone's technique is slightly different, and everyone's response is different, so I need you to tell me what you like and what you don't."
"Uh, okay... I don't like having to talk about what you're doing."
"Cheeky little girl," Catherine said with a laugh, continuing the gentle taps for a few silent moments before she reached underneath Sara and freed the button of her jeans, sliding down the zipper.
"Don't like that!" Sara piped up instantly, no longer having such a problem voicing her opinion about what Catherine was doing.
"Sara," Catherine said in her 'motherly' voice, starting to peel the jeans down over the brunette's hips, "stop deliberately misinterpreting my words." She lowered Sara's jeans to her knees, blinking at the sexy black thong her colleague was wearing. "Nice underwear."
"Catherine!" Sara growled, starting to push up onto her hands, but a firm swat to one bare cheek sent her back to the bed with a gasp. She felt the same on her other cheek, and her face flushed bright red at the thought of how she must look to Catherine right now.
"Your butt is gorgeous," Catherine nearly purred, squeezing both cheeks firmly before running her fingertips lightly over each one, drawing invisible circles across Sara's pale skin. When Sara didn't give a response, she had to remind herself that she had no right to expect one. Sara wasn't her client, or submissive, she was just doing this as a favor.
Sara tensed, a shiver running through her body when Catherine squeezed her ass. So far, this wasn't too bad. It was actually kind of nice, despite the fact that she was across Catherine's lap like a child, with her jeans around her knees. When the gentle taps started up again on her bare skin, she swallowed her embarrassment and whispered in a rush, "I like that, Cath."
Wow. Catherine was wholly unprepared for the rush of endorphins through her mind at those four simple words from Sara. She held back the whimper she wanted to make, instead purring at Sara and continuing the soft spanking. She resisted the urge to lean down and nibble the side of Sara's neck, which was so deliciously exposed to her by the way her colleague was laying - on her stomach, of course, with her head turned to the side, her left cheek pressed into the comforter. "Thank you Sara," she hummed appreciatively, resting her free hand on Sara's back.
"Uh, you're welcome," Sara replied, surprised at the thank-you and not knowing how else to respond.
After a few minutes of silence, except the quiet slapping sound of skin on skin, Catherine threw caution to the wind and just outright asked for permission to nibble on Sara's neck. "Sara, would you strenuously object to my lips on your neck while I spank you?"
Sara's jaw dropped, and she was glad she was facing away from Catherine. She knew she had one of those 'OH my GOD' looks on her face, in a rare moment of shock she wasn't able to keep hidden. "Uh, I don't know, really," she drawled, her voice sounding a little huskier than usual, which was saying something, since her voice was normally pretty husky. "Why don't you try it and find out?" Did she just say that? Science-geek Sara Sidle managed to pull out something that cool in the face of a potentially awkward moment? Right on.
"Oh yeah?" Catherine grinned, enjoying the challenge, and she leaned down to capture a mouthful of flesh, bathing it gently with her lips and tongue as she started to spank Sara a little harder.
Sara tensed at first, registering the harder hits, but Catherine's tongue sliding across her neck pulled her full attention, and she relaxed with a low moan. "Oh God, Cath... this is really inappropriate," she managed to protest slightly, though she moaned again and shut her eyes. Catherine was very skilled with her mouth. And her hand, actually... despite the mild sting that was starting up in her backside, she found herself enjoying the way Catherine spanked her. She hadn't expected to be affected on a sexual level, but the first stirrings of arousal were forming in her belly.
"I'd have to agree with you, but I think propriety went out the window as soon as you bent over my lap," Catherine snickered, tracing her tongue up and down Sara's top few vertebrae. "I'm gonna spank you harder now, Sidle, so if it's too much, just speak up, okay?"
Sara tensed again, her whole body going stiff, but Catherine eased her back down with gentle kisses along the top of her spine and the back of her neck. Once she relaxed her muscles, she was treated to a very firm, stinging slap to one of her cheeks. "Ow!" she yelped, intending to say it was too much, but the sting quickly spread into a warm glow, and she realized she wasn't panicking. It hurt, but not in the way she was familiar with. She settled back down and received another hard smack on the other cheek, and again she yelped, but this time it was without a definitive word, just a little noise.
Another, and another, and another, and after at least a dozen good smacks, the swirling emotions in the pit of Sara's stomach were starting to make themselves known between her legs. She squirmed, not wanting Catherine to realize where her body was taking her, especially not without the barrier of her jeans between her thighs and Catherine's pants.
Catherine was surprised that Sara was letting the harder slaps continue for so long, but she was thrilled. Sara was responsive and beautiful and vulnerable, and above all, trusting, which wasn't something the CSI was used to in her daily life. Not in her job, and not with her ex-husband, and lately not with Lindsey either. But Sara was trusting her, even though she knew that her colleague had been terrified to come here and do this. Her responsiveness was empowering, and Catherine was loving every second of it. And the way that gorgeous pale ass felt beneath her hands was indescribable. Especially now that it was glowing red and warm to the touch. And Sara had not asked her to stop, or slipped away - the squirming brunette was right there with her. "How you doin?" she asked gently, even as she kept up the swats.
"I'm, I'm good." Sara cleared her throat, trying to make her voice sound less... exotic.
"Just 'good'?" Catherine asked knowingly, slowly winding down to soft taps again, then flattening her palm over Sara's warm, red bottom and rubbing back and forth across her cheeks. She wasn't stupid, she could feel the intermittent clenching of Sara's stomach muscles and smell the sweet, musky scent of her colleague's arousal.
"Yeah, you know, what else would I be?" Sara asked, her eyes going wide, once again glad she was facing away from Catherine. "It's, you know, it's good."
Well, if Sara didn't want to fess up, Catherine wasn't going to press her. She would confess her own excitement, however. "Well, Sidle, you did it. You survived a spanking. And I gotta tell you, it was more than 'good' for me, if you know what I mean."
"I'm not sure I do..."
"Oh no?" Oops... her rubbing hand slipped.
Sara gasped, fisting the comforter with both hands and squeezing her thighs together tightly. She couldn't even find the words to yell at Catherine, she was so embarrassed and turned on.
"That's what I mean," Catherine said wryly, pulling her hand away and taking hold of one of Sara's instead. She shifted her weight a little and guided Sara's hand between her thighs, closing her eyes at the feel of having Sara Sidle's hand between her legs, even covered by her own.
What was Catherine-- oh, shit. She was wet through her slacks. And really warm. Sara curled her fingers to rub them along the seam of Cat's pants. She couldn't help it.
"Oh my God," Catherine moaned uninhibitedly, tossing her head back and urging Sara to rub harder. She certainly hadn't expected that little movement, but damn if she was going to let the opportunity go by without encouraging a little more.
Sara felt the pressure on her fingers, and her breathing picked up speed. It had been a long time since she'd been with anyone. Eyelids fluttering, she pressed her fingers harder between Catherine's legs, stroking with a firmer motion.
Catherine couldn't believe that Sara was taking the prompt. "Yes," she hissed, pushing harder on Sara's fingers before letting go and using both arms to keep herself sitting upright. Please, please don't let Sara stop.
Sara was starting to lose herself in the feel of Catherine, but soon it wasn't enough. "Cath," she breathed. "Button and zipper." Wow. Was she really reduced to half-sentences so fast?
It took Catherine a minute to process the request in her desire-clouded mind, but as soon as it registered, her hands shot forward to work the button and yank down the zipper.
Sara's hand was immediately inside Catherine's pants, fingertips rubbing along the crotch of her soaked, silky panties. Both women groaned.
"Not enough, Cath," Sara panted lightly. "And this angle sucks."
"I kinda like this angle," Catherine said with a cheeky little grin.
"I'm gonna break my wrist like this," Sara complained. "And trust me, you'll like other angles better."
There was no way to deny that, no matter how sexy the brunette looked in her current position. "What did you have in mind?"
Sara breathed a sigh of relief and slowly pushed up onto her knees. She had gathered that Catherine was boss in this encounter, even though nothing had been expressly stated, and she was glad for the chance to set her own stage. She kicked her jeans the rest of the way off, then threw one leg over Catherine's and lowered to straddle the blonde's thighs, quickly returning her hand to the warmth between them.
Fingers expertly brushed Catherine's clit and slid lower, fingering her opening through her panties. "Ugh, Sara," she moaned, unable to remember anything ever feeling so good.
Hearing Catherine moan her name like that ripped away any shred of inhibition Sara had left, and she knew in that moment that she was going to fuck Catherine Willows.
Any unspoken roles and rules flew out the window as Sara took the lead, shoving Catherine's panties out of the way and pushing two fingers into her soft, slick heat. "Okay Catherine, I know I'm the one that got spanked, but you're the one who's gonna get fucked," she growled, letting Catherine know who was in charge now. "Any objections?"
Catherine threw her head back and let out the loudest moan she'd ever heard herself make when Sara's fingers plunged inside her, and then she couldn't help snorting with laughter at the question. Objections? Only if she was insane... "No objections at all, Sidle..."
"Good. Because for some reason, right now, all I wanna do is fuck you senseless."
Catherine's lips twitched and slowly pulled into a smirk. "That's because I spanked you *so* good."
"Hey, now, watch yourself, I may not be experienced with the spanking thing, but finger fucking is something I've got down to a science," Sara smirked back, curling her fingers just right and swiping her thumb across Catherine's clit.
Catherine groaned, both at the science correlation and the feelings erupting between her legs. "I'll give you that," she conceded, dropping her head back between her shoulders and closing her eyes. "How's your bottom feel, though?"
"Are you fishing for compliments, Cath?" Sara asked, grinning as she used her free hand to push Catherine all the way down onto her back. "It feels good. It feels really good. In fact, I can't feel the sting anymore, just a nice little glow. Say, after I'm done making you scream, you wanna try spanking me harder, so I'll have a little reminder of you when I sit down?"
"Hell yes," Catherine answered without hesitation. "You just might be kinkier than you thought you were, Sidle."
"Well, we'll see if I can take it, won't we?" Sara grinned, leaning over Catherine and letting her lips hover just a breath away as she pushed her fingers in deep and stroked the blonde beauty from the inside out.
"Ohhhhhh, yeah," Catherine encouraged, rocking her hips against Sara's hand. The pursing of her lips was enough to make contact with Sara's, and they kissed slowly, soft and gentle, everything else put on hold so they could explore each other's lips for the first time. Catherine could still feel Sara's motionless fingers inside her as she opened her mouth to accept the brunette's tongue.
==
"You know, I don't think you're gonna have a reminder when you sit unless I use a paddle. Sorry Sidle."
"Do you... *have* a paddle?"
Catherine stared down at the woman across her lap. "I have... a cutting board," she said slowly, trying to figure Sara out. Why did she want to be hit with a paddle after she'd been so angry about the prospect of a spanking in the first place? Angry and scared. Catherine wasn't sure if she should take a paddle to Sara's backside. There could be a trigger at any time, and she really wanted this to be a positive experience for the younger woman.
"But you don't want to use it." Sara was quite intuitive. She didn't miss much, and the tone of Catherine's voice alerted her to hesitation.
"I'm not sure," Catherine admitted, subconsciously reaching over to stroke Sara's hair, her protective instinct kicking in. "I really want you to look back on this experience with no regrets."
"I've never felt more empowered than I do right now," Sara confessed. "I like having control of my pain. It's something I've never had before. It feels so good when you spank me, Cat... I can't explain it. I never want to forget how it feels."
Catherine grinned. Deep down she was so relieved and grateful and proud to hear that, but for now she just grinned. And leaned over to whisper in Sara's ear. "I'll use the paddle... but for the record, you never have to forget how this feels, because you have an ass that I could spank forever."
Sara actually blushed.
"But before I head off to grab that cutting board, Miss Thang, there's something I wanna do first."
"Oh yeah? And what's that?"
Catherine curled her fingers into the waistband of Sara's thong and began an agonizingly slow descent over her hips, lightly scraping her nails along Sara's flesh as she went. She felt the delicious shiver that ran through her colleague's body, and when she had the thong halfway down, she paused. "Now... I want you to climb off my lap, and bend over the bed, and don't touch anything until I get back, got that?"
"Cath, what am I gonna touch?" Sara asked sarcastically, climbing off of Catherine's lap and bending over the bed as instructed.
"Nothing. Didn't you hear me?"
"That's not what I--" she turned her head to see the twinkle in Catherine's eyes, and snorted. "Smart-ass."
"Now now, Sidle, pipe down," Catherine teased, giving her a wink before disappearing out the door.
"This is uncomfortable!" Sara yelled after her, but she was smiling. She couldn't remember the last time she'd smiled this much in one day.
"That's the point!" was the yelled reply, and Catherine returned to the room a few moments later. "Did you touch anything?" She set the cutting board on the bed.
"Oh yeah, didn't you hear me getting off?"
"I was gone for thirty seconds."
"I'm quick these days."
"Don't make me test your clit for epithelials."
Sara burst out laughing so hard and unexpectedly that she ended up choking. "It'll never hold up in court," she wheezed.
"Well I don't plan on going to trial. This is a matter I'll enjoy handling myself."
Sara was finally able to calm herself down after long moments, and she turned to look over her shoulder at Catherine. "So handle it already."
That made Catherine snicker, and she walked up behind Sara, squatting down and tugging Sara's panties the rest of the way off. "Step out of 'em, Snappy," she ordered, and when Sara did, she picked them up and put them in her pocket, standing as she did so. "You look really good like that."
"Some people say my ass is my best feature."
"I've heard the rumors, why do you think I took your pants off?"
"Hey, who spilled?" Sara was surprised at how comfortable she was with Catherine. Bent over with her ass on display was not an easy position, despite her confidence in the appeal of said ass. And, throwing back and forth with her was easy. They were naturals at it.
"Ecklie, Brass..."
"Do you want me to walk right out the door?"
Catherine grinned, stepping up closer to the brunette until her hips lightly touched Sara's backside. "Oh please," Catherine replied flippantly. "Your jeans are under the bed and your underwear's in my pocket."
"You're stealing my underwear?"
"Borrowing."
"Yeah, right."
"Okay stealing, yes. Is there a problem with that, Miss Sidle?"
Sara smirked into the comforter and wiggled around a little. "Guess not. My souvenir's physical, yours is tangible. Makes sense."
"It's not a souvenir," Catherine argued, clearly teasing by the tone in her voice. "It's for blackmail." At Sara's laugh, Catherine leaned over her, pressing her body lightly against her colleague's back. Sara's head was turned to the side, some hair falling over her face to obstruct Catherine's view. She reached up to gently tuck the locks behind Sara's ear, then kissed her cheek. "Sara... are you sure you want me to hit you hard enough to leave bruises?" she asked quietly.
"Bruises?" Sara wrinkled her nose adorably.
"Yeah... if you want to have trouble sitting, I have to give you bruises. Or welts, but we're not going there."
"Well, you'll stop if I say so, right? Just work me up slowly."
"None of my business I guess, but I gotta ask why," Catherine grinned.
Sara reached a hand up and over Catherine's head to run her fingers through the silky blonde hair. "I have my reasons."
Catherine purred into the touch and then stood up, grabbing the paddle. "Wait a minute. Did you bet with Greg?"
"What am I, Warrick?" Sara scoffed. "No I didn't bet with Greg. They're personal reasons, known only to me. Look, if you don't have it in you..."
"Watch yourself, Sidle." Catherine gave Sara's ass a good pinch and then laid the paddle against it. "You ready?"
Sara squeaked at the pinch, turning her head with amusement. "Yeah, I'm ready."
Catherine rubbed the wooden board back and forth a few times, then raised her arm and brought the paddle down swiftly across Sara's naked rear.
"Shit!" Sara jumped, sucking her lower lip between her teeth and biting down, a shiver running through her entire body at the flames suddenly licking her skin.
"You okay?" Catherine asked immediately, leaning over the brunette once more, smiling at the blush on Sara's face.
Sara nodded, flicking her eyes up to Catherine, whose face was about an inch from hers. Those bright blue eyes were sparkling so brilliantly... and she was pretty sure it was because of her. "You turned on?" she answered with a question.
"You have no idea," Catherine drawled, standing back up before she lost herself in those dark brown depths. "You?"
"Maybe."
"Maybe?" Catherine raised an eyebrow, resting the paddle on Sara's butt again, then lifted her arm and delivered a second, stinging blow just below the first. "Maybe?" Sara's second yelp was drowned out by the sound of the board cracking across her backside twice more in quick succession, and then Catherine's free hand was on the blazing skin, rubbing gently.
Sara yelled with each smack, shivering every time she felt the force of Catherine's hand through the extension of the paddle. "All right, all right," she muttered. "You win. More probable than 'maybe'. There's a 51 percent chance that I'm turned on."
"Oh man, I landed myself a smart-ass with you," Catherine breathed, rolling her eyes skyward. "I'll take the sarcasm as a request to hit you harder?"
"Oh come on, Catherine, you already knew I was a smart-ass. This is not news to either of us," Sara shot back. "If you want to hit me harder, go ahead." She paused for a second, and then added, "I'm really turned on, Cat."
Catherine smiled and replied softly, "I know."
"I didn't expect to be."
"I know that too."
"You were right, though. This is nothing like what happened to me growing up. It hurts, but... we're both in complete control of ourselves, and nobody's mad. You're giving me a chance to take back my power, a chance for *me* to decide who hurts me and how, and how much. I like the way you hit me. The harder the better. I want to feel it for days..."
"You will, baby doll," Catherine promised. "You just say 'yellow' if it starts to get too hard, okay?"
"I will."
Catherine started up again, with a rhythm this time. And man, did she love the way Sara pressed her hips into the bed with each stroke. And the noises Sara was making - oh God. Groans and whimpers and wordless cries. And the way Sara's ass was turning a brighter shade of red every time the paddle connected.
Sara closed her eyes, finding herself at ease with the rhythm Catherine had set. It made the blows predictable, expected - nothing sudden or jarring - so that she could settle in and focus on how it felt, not wonder when the next one was coming. Catherine was steadily hitting harder, and at a particularly forceful blow, Sara hissed in a breath through her teeth, then let it out slowly through her nose.
Wow. Sidle was tough. She herself had cried over Lady Heather's lap, and the Lady had only used her hand. Now here was Sara, taking a pretty hard paddling, and she wasn't even whining.
Sara could feel herself starting to bruise, and she held out for several more smacks after that before the pain started getting too intense. "Y-yellow," she finally said, and noticed the change instantly. The blows lost their edge, winding down slowly until Catherine's hands were on her ass, the paddle set aside. Soft, trembling hands rubbed her bottom, making her gasp at first and then purr.
"Think I did the trick?" Catherine asked quietly.
Sara took a minute to just breathe before attempting an answer. Her voice came out low and raspy when she did. "Yeah."
"I am so curious why you don't want to be able to sit," Catherine admitted, feathering her fingers across the inflamed skin beneath them.
"You're just gonna have to stay curious," Sara replied, loving the gentle rubbing. Her ass was throbbing, not to mention blazing with heat. She was impressed with herself for taking such a hard spanking, and she couldn't help grinning.
"I hate being curious. I like knowing." Catherine grinned too, then climbed up onto the bed and sat criss-cross next to Sara's head. "Come here, you."
Sara drew her knees up onto the bed and crawled over. "Yeah?"
"Well, I just wanted to hold you for a minute. It's called after-care."
"There's a name for that? It's not just called holding a person?"
"Yes, after-care." She pulled Sara into her lap, snickering at the pained hiss from her colleague, and wrapped her arms around the blushing woman. "Smart-ass."
"Again, we already know this about me," Sara smiled, showing off the adorable gap between her front teeth as she leaned her head on Catherine's shoulder and allowed herself to be held. Several minutes of comfortable silence passed between them and then she said, "thank you, Catherine."
"You're welcome." Pause. "Thank *you*, Sara. I wanted a volunteer just for some rote practice, but I got more than I bargained for."
"Oh yeah? What'd you get?"
"You call it."
"Okay, let's see... you got a stubborn CSI with a smart mouth and--"
"No," Catherine interrupted. "You just lost your chance to call it. My turn. I got an extremely responsive, compliant, respectful partner that gave me her trust and her body. I got a chance to not only practice my skill and technique, but to enjoy doing it and have a complete blast. Not to mention I got finger-fucked to almighty oblivion, and that certainly wasn't part of the deal. Oh, *and*, I got to spank the most gorgeous ass I've ever encountered. The only thing that remains to be seen is whether or not I get to fuck *you* to almighty oblivion."
Sara was touched, flattered, and even honored at Catherine's words. She didn't want to show it, though, at least not yet, so she smirked up at the blonde and replied sarcastically. "Oh I don't know, Cat. I'm in your lap, naked from the waist down, so that wouldn't make any sense."
Catherine shrugged. "Okay, if you say--"
"Catherine?"
"Yeah?"
"Fuck me."
"Okay." Catherine didn't have a problem with that. "Pick your poison, tongue or fingers."
"Fingers," Sara answered without hesitation. "You'd go down on me, Cath?"
"Don't know a single person that wouldn't," Catherine said, raising an eyebrow and sliding Sara off her lap and onto her back on the bed. "Why do you sound surprised?"
"I don't know, I just-- it's not something I'd expect the first time I sleep with someone, that's all."
"Sure you don't want to change your mind?" Catherine asked, gently pushing Sara's legs apart and laying herself in between them.
"No!" Sara said quickly. "I'd die if you didn't like it," she explained with a blush.
"Didn't like it? Are you kidding me?" Catherine drawled, dropping her head between Sara's legs and inhaling a deep breath through her nose, a moan escaping her slightly parted lips.
"So, are you saying, like, that you *want* to go down on me?" Sara asked, looking anywhere but at Catherine.
Catherine's lips hovered a breath away from Sara's heat, and she groaned, closing her eyes. "Oh yeah, Sidle. Give me the go ahead and I'm all over it."
"That's really not sexy, Cath," Sara complained, pulling a face at Catherine's wording.
"Do you want sexy, or sex?" Catherine countered, blowing a cool breath between Sara's legs.
Sara shivered, the sensation running through her entire body before she settled back down. "If you really want to, I guess it's okay, I mean, it's not like *I'm* against it, I'm just afraid *you* won't li--" She was cut off mid-sentence by lips closing softly around her clit. "Oh fuck."
"Oh fuck." Catherine said the same thing when she tasted Sara inside her mouth. "Oh God. Sara, you're delicious." She sucked the brunette's clit between her lips and flicked it rapidly with her tongue.
Sara's eyes rolled back, her lids fluttering as rapidly as Catherine's tongue. "Catherine," she growled, forcing herself to look at the blonde between her legs. "I don't want to cum as soon as you start licking me, Jesus. There will be no rumors going around about my stamina, thank you very much. Ease off a little!"
Catherine's eyes widened in disbelief. "That's like asking a lion to use a Goddamned fork and knife to eat his steak, Sidle."
"You just compared my pussy to a steak."
"The analogy was valid."
"You just compared my pussy to a steak," Sara repeated, in that 'I can't believe this is happening' way of hers.
"Give me thirty seconds and you won't even remember your own name, let alone what I just said."
"A fucking steak. I'm a vegetarian. I can't believe you fucking said that, Cath. The countdown begins now," Sara drolled, clearly having no faith in Catherine's cocky promise.
The first thing Catherine did after that was bite Sara hard on the inner thigh - hard enough to leave an instantaneous mark and an impression of her teeth. Hearing Sara cry out, she grinned and licked the pulsing wound, bathing it back to pleasure.
Well, Sara did forget her name in that moment, as she was too busy cursing the pain in her thigh and resisting the urge to yank out a handful of Catherine's hair. But then Catherine's hot, wet tongue was pushing inside her, and the sheer visceral pleasure made her forget much more than her name. She put a hand on the back of Catherine's head, urging her to make firmer contact, and when Cat did, she curled her fingers into blonde hair and squeezed.
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Nick was the first to notice Sara's difficulty sitting, even though technically it should have been Greg, since he already knew she'd agreed to let Catherine go at her.
"What the hell's the matter with you, Sara?" Nick finally asked when he'd had enough of her squirming in her chair.
That brought things to Greg's attention, and his lips split into a wide grin, but he said nothing. It was one thing to know, it was another thing to tell, and he wanted to remain living thank you very much.
Catherine, however, had no such qualms. "What, you forgot yesterday's conversation already, Nicky? Some investigator you are."
Nick's jaw dropped. "You spanked her? She said yes?"
"Hello, I'm right here, can I not answer questions for myself?" Sara piped up, waving a hand first in Catherine's face, then Nick's. "Yes, I said yes. You should try it, it's quite amazing."
"Yeah no thanks," Nick said, looking slightly disgusted.
"Square," Sara coughed under her breath, just as Catherine muttered 'pussy' under hers.
"Call me what you want, you're not getting your hands on this prime piece of ass," Nick said, shaking his head and snatching the newspaper right out of Sara's hands.
Sara watched the newspaper go with a scandalized look on her face. "I was reading that."
Nick snorted and turned the page. "Yeah, right. You were too busy dancing in your seat there to be reading anything."
Sara snatched the paper back and ripped it in half. "For your information, I was reading it, and even if I wasn't, you'd have no right to grab it from me," she snapped.
Catherine and Warrick could sense a storm brewing, and they both stepped in. "Nick, man, what's the deal?" Warrick asked, as Catherine laid a hand on Sara's shoulder.
"Hey gorgeous... my office?"
Sara turned and frowned at her. "You don't have an office, Catherine."
"I use the little girls' room. Come on."
Sara managed a smirk as she followed Catherine into the bathroom. "Nice office."
Catherine grinned and locked the door, then twirled a finger at Sara to indicate she should turn around. "Let's see the damage."
"You're not serious, you want me to drop my pants at work?" Sara asked, both eyebrows shooting up.
"The janitorial service works days. Nobody else has a key to my office. Now drop 'em, Sidle."
Sara actually laughed, and after another few seconds of indecision, she turned around and lowered her pants and underwear. Catherine's wolf-whistle made her blush.
"Hot damn, girl."
"Yeah, I know. I looked in the mirror before I left the house." The lower half of her ass had been almost entirely black and blue at that time, and she wouldn't imagine it looked any different now. That had been just a few hours ago.
"All right, I won't torture you by touching it."
"Gee thanks." Sara rolled her eyes as she pulled up her pants and underwear. She turned around to face Catherine, buttoning and zipping the jeans, then a frown creased her brows again. "What do you think Nick's problem is?"
"Who knows," Catherine shrugged, shaking her head. "Could be jealous. Could be closed-minded. Could be protective of you. There's a ton of could be's. Just shake it off and hope Grissom doesn't partner you up."