Primeval fic: Crime and Punishment
Title: Crime and Punishment
Author: SCWLC
Disclaimer: I don't even own the cliches I've just overused in this, let alone seeing a profit from it.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Sarah has a pet peeve and Connor unknowingly pings it rather hard. So, she gets back at him.
AN: There are things I don't like about internet communication at times, and so Connor is a stand-in for one of them, here. Also, I've never done one of these, so . . . it all feels rather awkward to me. Pretty much PWP, too.
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She'd lost count and it was getting past the point of tolerance. Someone needed to take that boy in hand and it was going to have to be her. Certainly she'd enjoy it, and in the end, he'd enjoy the lesson as well. Heaven help her, Abby seemed to think it was cute, after careful questioning she'd determined he never did it to Cutter or Lester, which was actually unsurprising, since Sarah had the suspicion that Connor would have suffered consequences for doing it to them, and everyone else had given in to his well-meaning and generally sweet temperament.
Well, she might be a tad irrational on the matter, pet peeves weren't always utterly logical.
Still, it was almost depressingly easy to get Connor over to her place, and he was so taken aback after dinner when she kissed him that he just let her at first. When he kissed her back, she smiled into his mouth, noting with some surprise that he wasn't half bad at it. Somehow she'd expected he'd be all puppyish awkwardness.
She pulled his cooperative self to the bedroom where she'd set up in anticipation of the evening. As his (again, surprisingly) skilled hands cupped her breasts, thumbs gently sliding over her nipples and his mouth travelling down her throat, Sarah briefly considered forgetting her plans and just going for the nice shag that was clearly in the offing if she chose to go that route.
The memory of those vile things in nearly every sentence of his email, along with the bloody netspeak came to mind and stiffened her resolve. He wasn't expecting it, and Connor yelped in surprise when she pulled away, came up with the handcuffs and had him trapped on the bed, on his knees, facing the wrought iron headboard with his hands cuffed to it. "Sarah?"
"I've told you before, Connor, those damned things are not only unprofessional, they're a blight on the English tongue. You insist on using them, so you're going to suffer the consequences of it. I did warn you," she reminded him.
"Wha'?" he asked, staring at her, brown eyes wide in shock and a little fear.
Luckily for them both he was wearing a button-down shirt, so she wouldn't have to cut it off, and Sarah set herself to undoing his trousers, yanking them off him along with his socks without a care for the fact that she was pulling him off balance as she did it. She'd already set herself up in underthings proper for the night's work, and the way Connor's eyes shot wide open to stare as she revealed the leather corset and panties she'd been wearing under her clothes in anticipation of getting him like this that evening was very heartening, as was the fact that he was clearly interested in the proceedings.
"So," she said, "Let's start slow, then work up to the part where you ask forgiveness, then beg me to let you come."
"If I say I'm sorry now, can we skip the begging?" he asked, tremulously. "I've never read anything that would make me think this sort of thing would be sex - ah!" he gasped, his hips snapping forward into her grasp as she wrapped a hand around his cock and squeezed lightly.
She grinned. "Oh, no we can't," she told him. "I plan to teach you a lesson, Connor."
Then, because it was clear she'd have her work cut out for her, she kept a hand on his cock, lightly, teasing him just enough to keep him writhing, then brought her other hand down on his arse sharply with a smack. A shriek of surprise escaped him, but as he flinched, she'd twisted and tightened her grip. Connor's eyes somehow went even wider in shock as the pain-then-pleasure of it hit his nerves. Again, slap, tighten-and-twist, again, again. Connor had caught on physically, even if not mentally by this point, already starting to associate the swats on his arse with her little hand job going on.
He was starting to whimper, and after a few more hits and a nice rosy colour coming out on both cheeks, she smiled, pausing to run her tongue gently over where she'd been spanking him, soothing the pain that way. She groped back for the oil, popping the lid and letting it slowly trickle down. Even as she smoothed it in, Connor tensed. "You're not going to . . ." he started, then stopped. "I mean, that's . . ." it was clear he was clenching everything up tight back there.
"I'm absolutely going to," she assured him with a smile that made him look frightened again. "But don't worry. Like with everything else, we're working up to it."
She gently circled his hole, carefully lubing it up on the outside, then left it. She'd get back to it in a bit. She picked up her next item, then slipped around in front of Connor who was looking confused, but still delightfully hard. He watched avidly as she slipped off her panties, picked up the vibrator and turned it on. His breath sped up and he stared at her fixedly as she slipped it between her legs letting her eyes shut as the vibrations started up right where she wanted something right then.
A few minutes later she was not disappointed when she opened her eyes. Connor was trembling minutely, his cock weeping from the tip, and she reluctantly stopped, much to his disappointment. "I really shouldn't let myself get distracted," she told him. "Especially since I really need to speed this up or we'll be here all night." She resettled behind him. "Now, just a reminder, you're being taught a lesson." And on the last word, she brought the paddle down on his arse. Connor yelped pleasingly, then wriggled even more pleasingly as she rubbed a little more oil into his puckered entrance, starting to delve in there a little. Then another smack, then some more rubbing.
It took ten whacks with the paddle to loosen him up, and another few minutes to ease the buzzing vibrator she'd just used into his arse. A few more twists and turns and Connor was pushing back into her hands, helping her get the thing further in. "Oh God, Sarah," he moaned. "That's . . . I didn't think . . . nnngh,"
"The vibrator's quite nice, isn't it?" she asked him.
"Uh-huh," he panted with a wriggle.
"Now, about your lesson," she said. "I've told you there are things I will not accept in an email, and yet you continue to use them. Now, that I've got your attention, Connor, you're going to take your punishment."
"What? That wasn't it?" Connor asked, apparently unable to keep still as he waved his arse around, trying to manipulate the thing buzzing away in there.
"No," Sarah said simply. That was when she started in with the riding crop. Not too hard. He had to be able to go in to work, but enough to really sting and really sink in that she was quite peeved with him. But her preparations had been just right, and he stayed hard through blow after blow, even as he apologised profusely.
Once that was done, she was in a bit of a state herself, but there was one more thing before she'd get herself off on Connor. The pause clearly began to get to him, because it had been a while since she'd had occasion to use the strap on and the strap parts of it were being a little difficult. The anticipation was clearly killing Connor, and when she withdrew the vibrator, he let out a disappointed-sounding moan.
Before he could say or do anything, she determinedly slid the dildo of her strap-on into his arse in one movement. Connor froze. "Ow," he came out with.
"You are being punished, you know," she told him, easing back slowly, then just as slowly back in.
"Mmph," he mumbled. Again, it had been a few years, so it took her longer than it otherwise might have to find where to aim to get his prostate. Once she had, though, Connor got rather enthusiastic about the process. She grinned to herself as she began to stroke his cock in time to her thrusts, watching carefully until the right moment came. "God," he moaned, "I'm . . . gonna . . . oh."
A swift movement snapped the cock ring into place. Connor let out an offended sort of wail of denial as his orgasm came to an abrupt halt before it could happen.
And she kept going. Connor helplessly bucking back, trying to come despite the cruel ring around his cock. When she'd tired of fucking his arse, she went back to the the crop, then the paddle a bit. Connor was too distracted with it all when she undid his hands and got him on his back, then reattached them. One hastily rolled on condom later, and she was riding him, occasionally bringing the crop to bear as Connor began an incoherent litany of pleas for relief.
It was delicious, and he looked incredible, all sweaty and teary eyed, bucking and writhing beneath her. One hand on her breasts, the other on her clit, she came quite quickly when all was said and done. Feeling incredibly satisfied she looked down at him. "Are you sorry yet?"
"Yes! Oh my God, I'm sorry, I won't . . . Sarah, God, please! It hurts. . . so good, I need to, oh God, I . . ." It was sincere, if not precisely the height of eloquence.
"You won't do it again?"
"No!"
She reached for the strap on, hearing Connor's dismayed sob, and shoved a pillow under him to get the angle right. She didn't quite recall when she'd shoved the vibrator back into his arse, but that was fine as she slid it out and eased her temporary addition in, in its place. Still, she had mercy as she drove into his hole, and undid the cock ring, watching in some satisfaction as he came without her touching his cock again.
Connor went limp in the aftermath, lying on her bed looking sweaty and rather pretty. She undid the handcuffs and brushed his fringe away from his eyes. "So, have I broken you of ever sending me another email with those idiotic things in it?"
"Yeah," he told her as he turned on his side and began to rub at his clearly stinging arse. "Who wants to do that?"
"You did," she said with a grin.
He glared. "You cheated, what with the corset and leather and all."
"No. I fully intended to take out of your hide all my frustration at you," she corrected.
And indeed, Connor never sent her another email with emoticons in it. When Becker asked how she did it, she just smiled and told him, "Feminine wiles."
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I really hate emoticons and netspeak.
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Author: SCWLC
Disclaimer: I don't even own the cliches I've just overused in this, let alone seeing a profit from it.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Sarah has a pet peeve and Connor unknowingly pings it rather hard. So, she gets back at him.
AN: There are things I don't like about internet communication at times, and so Connor is a stand-in for one of them, here. Also, I've never done one of these, so . . . it all feels rather awkward to me. Pretty much PWP, too.
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She'd lost count and it was getting past the point of tolerance. Someone needed to take that boy in hand and it was going to have to be her. Certainly she'd enjoy it, and in the end, he'd enjoy the lesson as well. Heaven help her, Abby seemed to think it was cute, after careful questioning she'd determined he never did it to Cutter or Lester, which was actually unsurprising, since Sarah had the suspicion that Connor would have suffered consequences for doing it to them, and everyone else had given in to his well-meaning and generally sweet temperament.
Well, she might be a tad irrational on the matter, pet peeves weren't always utterly logical.
Still, it was almost depressingly easy to get Connor over to her place, and he was so taken aback after dinner when she kissed him that he just let her at first. When he kissed her back, she smiled into his mouth, noting with some surprise that he wasn't half bad at it. Somehow she'd expected he'd be all puppyish awkwardness.
She pulled his cooperative self to the bedroom where she'd set up in anticipation of the evening. As his (again, surprisingly) skilled hands cupped her breasts, thumbs gently sliding over her nipples and his mouth travelling down her throat, Sarah briefly considered forgetting her plans and just going for the nice shag that was clearly in the offing if she chose to go that route.
The memory of those vile things in nearly every sentence of his email, along with the bloody netspeak came to mind and stiffened her resolve. He wasn't expecting it, and Connor yelped in surprise when she pulled away, came up with the handcuffs and had him trapped on the bed, on his knees, facing the wrought iron headboard with his hands cuffed to it. "Sarah?"
"I've told you before, Connor, those damned things are not only unprofessional, they're a blight on the English tongue. You insist on using them, so you're going to suffer the consequences of it. I did warn you," she reminded him.
"Wha'?" he asked, staring at her, brown eyes wide in shock and a little fear.
Luckily for them both he was wearing a button-down shirt, so she wouldn't have to cut it off, and Sarah set herself to undoing his trousers, yanking them off him along with his socks without a care for the fact that she was pulling him off balance as she did it. She'd already set herself up in underthings proper for the night's work, and the way Connor's eyes shot wide open to stare as she revealed the leather corset and panties she'd been wearing under her clothes in anticipation of getting him like this that evening was very heartening, as was the fact that he was clearly interested in the proceedings.
"So," she said, "Let's start slow, then work up to the part where you ask forgiveness, then beg me to let you come."
"If I say I'm sorry now, can we skip the begging?" he asked, tremulously. "I've never read anything that would make me think this sort of thing would be sex - ah!" he gasped, his hips snapping forward into her grasp as she wrapped a hand around his cock and squeezed lightly.
She grinned. "Oh, no we can't," she told him. "I plan to teach you a lesson, Connor."
Then, because it was clear she'd have her work cut out for her, she kept a hand on his cock, lightly, teasing him just enough to keep him writhing, then brought her other hand down on his arse sharply with a smack. A shriek of surprise escaped him, but as he flinched, she'd twisted and tightened her grip. Connor's eyes somehow went even wider in shock as the pain-then-pleasure of it hit his nerves. Again, slap, tighten-and-twist, again, again. Connor had caught on physically, even if not mentally by this point, already starting to associate the swats on his arse with her little hand job going on.
He was starting to whimper, and after a few more hits and a nice rosy colour coming out on both cheeks, she smiled, pausing to run her tongue gently over where she'd been spanking him, soothing the pain that way. She groped back for the oil, popping the lid and letting it slowly trickle down. Even as she smoothed it in, Connor tensed. "You're not going to . . ." he started, then stopped. "I mean, that's . . ." it was clear he was clenching everything up tight back there.
"I'm absolutely going to," she assured him with a smile that made him look frightened again. "But don't worry. Like with everything else, we're working up to it."
She gently circled his hole, carefully lubing it up on the outside, then left it. She'd get back to it in a bit. She picked up her next item, then slipped around in front of Connor who was looking confused, but still delightfully hard. He watched avidly as she slipped off her panties, picked up the vibrator and turned it on. His breath sped up and he stared at her fixedly as she slipped it between her legs letting her eyes shut as the vibrations started up right where she wanted something right then.
A few minutes later she was not disappointed when she opened her eyes. Connor was trembling minutely, his cock weeping from the tip, and she reluctantly stopped, much to his disappointment. "I really shouldn't let myself get distracted," she told him. "Especially since I really need to speed this up or we'll be here all night." She resettled behind him. "Now, just a reminder, you're being taught a lesson." And on the last word, she brought the paddle down on his arse. Connor yelped pleasingly, then wriggled even more pleasingly as she rubbed a little more oil into his puckered entrance, starting to delve in there a little. Then another smack, then some more rubbing.
It took ten whacks with the paddle to loosen him up, and another few minutes to ease the buzzing vibrator she'd just used into his arse. A few more twists and turns and Connor was pushing back into her hands, helping her get the thing further in. "Oh God, Sarah," he moaned. "That's . . . I didn't think . . . nnngh,"
"The vibrator's quite nice, isn't it?" she asked him.
"Uh-huh," he panted with a wriggle.
"Now, about your lesson," she said. "I've told you there are things I will not accept in an email, and yet you continue to use them. Now, that I've got your attention, Connor, you're going to take your punishment."
"What? That wasn't it?" Connor asked, apparently unable to keep still as he waved his arse around, trying to manipulate the thing buzzing away in there.
"No," Sarah said simply. That was when she started in with the riding crop. Not too hard. He had to be able to go in to work, but enough to really sting and really sink in that she was quite peeved with him. But her preparations had been just right, and he stayed hard through blow after blow, even as he apologised profusely.
Once that was done, she was in a bit of a state herself, but there was one more thing before she'd get herself off on Connor. The pause clearly began to get to him, because it had been a while since she'd had occasion to use the strap on and the strap parts of it were being a little difficult. The anticipation was clearly killing Connor, and when she withdrew the vibrator, he let out a disappointed-sounding moan.
Before he could say or do anything, she determinedly slid the dildo of her strap-on into his arse in one movement. Connor froze. "Ow," he came out with.
"You are being punished, you know," she told him, easing back slowly, then just as slowly back in.
"Mmph," he mumbled. Again, it had been a few years, so it took her longer than it otherwise might have to find where to aim to get his prostate. Once she had, though, Connor got rather enthusiastic about the process. She grinned to herself as she began to stroke his cock in time to her thrusts, watching carefully until the right moment came. "God," he moaned, "I'm . . . gonna . . . oh."
A swift movement snapped the cock ring into place. Connor let out an offended sort of wail of denial as his orgasm came to an abrupt halt before it could happen.
And she kept going. Connor helplessly bucking back, trying to come despite the cruel ring around his cock. When she'd tired of fucking his arse, she went back to the the crop, then the paddle a bit. Connor was too distracted with it all when she undid his hands and got him on his back, then reattached them. One hastily rolled on condom later, and she was riding him, occasionally bringing the crop to bear as Connor began an incoherent litany of pleas for relief.
It was delicious, and he looked incredible, all sweaty and teary eyed, bucking and writhing beneath her. One hand on her breasts, the other on her clit, she came quite quickly when all was said and done. Feeling incredibly satisfied she looked down at him. "Are you sorry yet?"
"Yes! Oh my God, I'm sorry, I won't . . . Sarah, God, please! It hurts. . . so good, I need to, oh God, I . . ." It was sincere, if not precisely the height of eloquence.
"You won't do it again?"
"No!"
She reached for the strap on, hearing Connor's dismayed sob, and shoved a pillow under him to get the angle right. She didn't quite recall when she'd shoved the vibrator back into his arse, but that was fine as she slid it out and eased her temporary addition in, in its place. Still, she had mercy as she drove into his hole, and undid the cock ring, watching in some satisfaction as he came without her touching his cock again.
Connor went limp in the aftermath, lying on her bed looking sweaty and rather pretty. She undid the handcuffs and brushed his fringe away from his eyes. "So, have I broken you of ever sending me another email with those idiotic things in it?"
"Yeah," he told her as he turned on his side and began to rub at his clearly stinging arse. "Who wants to do that?"
"You did," she said with a grin.
He glared. "You cheated, what with the corset and leather and all."
"No. I fully intended to take out of your hide all my frustration at you," she corrected.
And indeed, Connor never sent her another email with emoticons in it. When Becker asked how she did it, she just smiled and told him, "Feminine wiles."
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I really hate emoticons and netspeak.
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