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quietly-by-myself · 1 year

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A Wicked Work of Art - Prologue

I don't know if I'll continue this but here's my medical whump brain rot. You have @demondamage and @sparrowsage to thank. Also brought to you by: roleplays I had online when I was 14.

Constantine and Vasiliki are mages born of the light arts. The subject is a mage born of the dark arts. Vasiliki will warm up with time, if I continue this. The subject is being prepared to be sold or kept by the handlers for training other mages born of the dark arts for sale.

CW: fantasy racism, test subject whumpee, experiment whumpee, medical whump, doctor carewhumper, dehumanization, fantasy setting, trans whumpee (ftm), sick whumpee, dubcon medical treatment, medical restraints, panic attack, death wish, begging, dubcon sedation

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“There’s something dark about him.”

Vasiliki looked up from the subject standing before him and right at Constantine. “Something dark?”

Constantine nodded, motioning to the eyes of the subject. The subject himself had dark, almost mulch colored hair that was in mats. His eyes were striking, yes, hazel, but Vasiliki couldn’t see anything special about them.

“Do you not see the ring?”

Now that Vasiliki looked harder, he did notice it - a silver ring around the hazel, as dark as his pupils.

“He invited evil. Do not feel bad for him.”

Vasiliki looked up at Constantine with surprise. “Don’t feel bad for him? Would I really be here if I believed these creatures were the same as us?”

Constantine laughed a little. “No, you wouldn’t. However, you’ll see what I mean soon enough.”

Vasiliki looked at Constantine hesitantly. “What… exactly did you do to him over there?”

“Nothing important,” Constantine said dismissively. “We did what we were ordered to do on him and trained him properly. Now, it’s your turn to patch him up so we can move onto the next step, whatever that is.”

Vasiliki nodded. He lifted the chin of the subject, looking at the bruises on his neck. The skin of the subject was very warm to the touch. “Well, then, he’s in my hands. I’ll make the determination of if I want to keep him for my work or not.”

Constantine nodded. “Of course, Vasiliki. You’re the best we have.”

Vasiliki was not one for modesty. He just nodded gracefully. He took the leash of the subject as Constantine left the room. Vasiliki needed to get the subject to a bed quickly. The subject’s labored breathing, the way that he winced, forcing himself to stand wasn’t lost on Vasiliki. His doctor instincts had kicked in, no matter how much he despised the subject’s kind.

It wasn’t even twenty steps before the subject collapsed, thrown into a coughing fit by whatever he was fighting off.

Vasiliki looked at the curled up figure on the floor, the pained way that he coughed. Vasiliki took a small pager out of his pocket and dialed for someone to bring a bed to him. It wasn’t the first time he’d treated a subject that was so severely wounded. Sickness was another thing entirely. Luckily, Vasiliki couldn’t catch their illnesses.

Once the bed arrived on wheels, Vasiliki quickly lifted the feather-light form of the subject from the floor and placed him onto the bed. Vasiliki waved the nurse off. He didn’t want what he was about to ask to be on the books.

He wheeled the bed down the hall, down to the special ward where the subjects were treated and into a private room, as all subjects had. Vasiliki, for a moment, considered the soft restraints on the edge of the bed. The subject wasn’t fighting, but it could all be a trick. Vasiliki was no fool.

Vasiliki took the leash off of the subject’s collar, then strapped his hands and feet into the restraints. No resistance. Interesting.

“What’s your name, subject?”

“My designation is 7634.” The subject’s voice was robotic. From the scratchiness of his throat, Vasiliki could tell that he was struggling to breathe.

“Not your designation.” Vasiliki leaned over the subject. “Your name.”

The subject hesitated. Normally, Vasiliki might’ve hit the subject, but that wouldn’t get him anywhere with someone so sick.

He moved to the oxygen tank near where he’d set up the bed. While the subject chewed on the idea of spitting out his name, Vasiliki worked to put a cannula in his nose, an IV in his arm with Lactated Ringer’s, and electrodes to his chest.

As Vasiliki moved aside the subject’s gown, he noticed the scars on his chest.

“You weren’t born a man?”

The subject was quick to answer. “No, I wasn’t.”

Vasiliki hummed. “I assume they gave you the appropriate treatment at the other place?”

“Yes, sir.”

Vasiliki continued his work on the subject’s electrodes. Soon enough, the machine was beeping away. Vasiliki took a sticky tape and attached the finger stick to the subject’s right pointer.

His oxygen was 85%.

Vasiliki was glad he put the subject on oxygen right away. He’d likely need antibiotics or testing to see if it was viral.

“Now, I asked you a question. What’s your name?” Vasiliki was running out of patience for the subject. He needed the subject to know that it was different with him.

The subject immediately began to pull at the restraints. Vasiliki cocked an eyebrow as panic filled the subject. The rings in the subject’s eyes grew larger. He was coughing and hyperventilating and more than anything, looking absolutely petrified.

“Listen, subject,” Vasiliki tilted the subject’s head so that he met Vasiliki’s eyes. “I want to make one thing clear. I’m different from them. I don’t see you as human, no, but I do not intend to hurt you like they did. Now, take a few breaths. Whatever is inside of you wants to come out.”

“Just kill me. You’ve done enough to me. I don’t want to live anymore.”

The subject was in tears. Vasiliki couldn’t help but feel a little annoyed. Why couldn't the subject see that he had the subject’s best interests in mind?

“I will do no such thing. I’m a doctor. I heal. I don’t kill.”

That sent the subject sobbing, pulling at the restraints weakly and coughing. “I can’t. I can’t keep going.”

Vasiliki debated sedating the subject. It would make him more comfortable, not to have to suffer with all the anxiety he was clearly going through. Whatever the others had done to him, Vasiliki was sure it had left the subject completely traumatized. More so than usual. Maybe he’d been a fighter.

Maybe that meant that sedation was what was best for him.

Vasiliki went over to the cabinet and pulled out a small pill bottle. From the bottle he shook out two pills. Vasiliki poured a glass of water from the sink in the room, then walked back over to the subject.

“Take these. You’re too anxious.”

The subject looked at him, wide-eyed. The subject paused. Not obedient. Most would’ve taken Vasiliki’s gift without hesitation.

Eventually, the subject opened his mouth. What Vasiliki saw inside was disturbing, even for him. All of the subject’s teeth had been removed. Now, he was certain that they would grow back, but it didn’t mean that he wouldn’t wince at the sight.

Vasiliki placed the pills on the subject’s tongue, then allowed him to drink from the glass. The flinch from the subject wasn’t lost on him.

“I’ll be back soon, subject. By then, have your name ready.”

With that, Vasiliki sighed and left the room, sliding the one-way glass door shut and turning the lights off. The subject would probably be asleep when he came back. However, Vasiliki was fine with that. Sleeping subjects were easier to work with than ones that were awake.

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kangjaehee · 2 years

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the "m" word

She did it again. She used the “M” word again, this time not so casually. This time, she had that non-innocent innocent look in her eyes, one adjacent to the one she has when begging Chaeyoung with all she has to just let her come already. She’s doing something. This is premeditated. She’s trying to play a game.

title: the "m" word

pairing: mcjaehee (more like jaehee x oc... but you see. tags.)

rating: explicit

tags: pwp, mommy kink, kink in public, masturbation, flogging, face-sitting, cunnilingus, dom/sub

word count: 7634

inspired by: this fic right here by webgf on ao3

TODAY WAS A PAINFULLY SLOW DAY at the Daffodil. Customers were coming in every twenty or so minutes to grab their lattes and pastries to-go, leaving the girls to busy themselves with whatever on the meanwhile. Chaeyoung was sure she saw the espresso machine being cleaned at least three times, and Chaewon had rearranged the pantry probably twice as many times. Jaehee seemed to be enjoying the stillness. She’d been calmer than usual the whole day, humming along as she went about making drinks and telling customers about their special roasts.

Chaeyoung, for her part, was spending her time in between the kitchen, the tables, and the cash register, whenever that was needed. Making pastries was a cure to her boredom, but it didn’t dispel all of it– she still had to wait for stuff to bake and bread to rise.

If only she hadn’t forgotten her tablet at home, that way she could actually do something productive with her time and get some commissions out of the way. But she was used to not bringing it, as shifts at the café required her to be alert at all times. She didn’t usually come on Wednesdays though, she took the blunt of Sunday mornings, Saturday afternoons, and Mondays, but today one of their pastry chefs had called in sick, and Chaeyoung had to be there to cover.

According to Jaehee, slow periods like these weren’t at all rare, even less so on weekdays. It was just Chaeyoung who wasn’t used to them. At least she managed to have some small talk and catch up with Chaewon and Bora, two of the baristas who she sees often yet doesn’t have the chance to do more than greet them, but small talk never excited her.

After checking on her phone that absolutely nothing was going on in the chatroom, she decides to look through their orders to see if she could get started on something. The most urgent one was an orange caramel chocolate cake due Saturday. It was still a few days away, it wasn’t urgent per se, but Chaeyoung figured she could get started on it and alleviate some of Sojung’s workload for the week.

She’s about to get the ingredients when she peeks two unmistakable figures from the window: one short with long brown hair, the other one taller, with thick glasses and a red mane.

Chaeyoung nearly sprints when rushing out of the kitchen, almost jumping the counter when waving. “Oh my gosh, hello!” she says to Jiyeon and Saeyoung, the couple looking radiant as ever. They’ve been on their honeymoon to South America for the past three weeks, and they’ve both returned sporting tans. Jiyeon waves and Saeyoung throws his arms wide. “How are the newlyweds doing?”

“Mba’eichapa peime?” Saeyoung says, to which Chaeyoung laughs and Jaehee frowns.

“What does that even mean?” Jaehee asks, bewildered.

“I’m pretty sure it’s ‘hello’ in guarani,” Jiyeon says.

“Bingo,” Seven points at her. “It’s ‘How are you?’ to be more specific.”

“Ah,” Jaehee says. “Is it indigenous?”

“Yep. Paraguayan,” Jiyeon clarifies. “It sounds like a mix of japanese, korean, and spanish, it’s kinda fascinating.”

“Oh my god, I’ll look it up,” Chaeyoung says, shocked but also not really about the fact that Saeyoung had managed to pick up a whole new language. “So, South America was fun?”

“Bonkers,” says Saeoyung, at the same time that Jiyeon says “Amazing.” “We climbed mountains, ziplined, surfed, ate spiders, swam with hippos…”

“You swam with hippos?” asks Jaehee, full of disbelief.

“No,” Jiyeon laughs. “He wanted to though.”

“It’s just… they look so fluffy and calm and bouncy just laying in the water like this.” He arches himself back, imitating a hippo. Chaeyoung cackles, realizing only now how much he’s missed this guy.

“No but seriously, it was gorgeous,” Jiyeon says. “The food was amazing, the beaches were beautiful… everything was just…” Out of words, she just waves her hands around, hoping to convey her feelings. “It was very hot though. But like, exotic.”

Jaehee nods. “Sounds like you guys had a great time. So… are you here to order anything or just visiting?”

She says it with the usual bright tone to her voice, but the way she just drops the question as if wanting them to actually get to the point draws snorts out of Chaeyoung and Jiyeon. Jaehee raises an eyebrow at their reactions.

“Yeah,” Seven says, leaning towards the counter. “Um americano médio e um biscoito, por

favor.” His portuguese is flawless.

Jaehee’s eyes are wide. “In a language I understand, please?” She almost laughs.

“Okay, okay,” Saeyoung says between the laughter. “Een medium americano en een koekje, please.”

Chaeyoung absolutely loses it at the dutch, which again, is flawless. She facepalms on the counter, banging her hand against it. Jaehee, for her part, is letting out “my goodness”s in between laughs. After a second, she gets up to prepare his order.

“Wait, how do you not speak dutch? Your girlfriend is dutch!” Saeyoung exclaims, which would be dangerous if it wasn’t just them and the staff at the café.

“A medium americano and a cookie. Roger that,” Chaeyoung clarified, busying herself with making the drink.

“Yeah, I got that much,” Jaehee says, managing the register.

Jiyeon orders a latte and a white velvet cake, which she claims to have missed terribly. The couple sits on a table close to a window, and Chaeyoung goes back to the kitchen. As much as she’d like to join them, it would not be a good look should another customer walk in. Jaehee follows her, looking to restore the cookie platter.

“Hey, I’m gonna get started on this cake due Saturday,” Chaeyoung informs her.

“Oh, that’s great,” Jaehee says, making a chocolate chip cookie tower. “Sojung’s going to love that, she always stays overtime for these orders…”

“If it’s that much trouble, maybe I can come in and do them. I don’t have any issues.” She would actually like some weekly cake decorating.

“I’ll tell her for sure,” Jaehee says.

Checking over her ingredients, Chaeyoung realizes something. “Honey, can you pass me the vinegar?”

Jaehee grabs the bottle from a cabinet and sets it on the table where Chaeyoung is with the rest of the ingredients. “Here you go, Mommy,” she says, and leaves in a flash, brown waves and a yellow blouse flowing out through the door.

Chaeyoung is frozen in her place. She can’t even look in the door’s direction.

What in the world did she just call her?

She swallows, heart thumping. She doesn’t need to catch her reflection anywhere to know she’s beet red. Did she seriously just call her Mommy? Just like that? Unprompted? What for? Was Chaeyoung hearing things?

It was true that they weren’t exactly doing it as much these days, at least not as much as they used to. The last time they had actual sex, actually played was weeks ago, right after the wedding, in a much-needed borderline cathartic affair. After that they’d both needed to recover, and then life caught up to them, and neither had the time or energy for anything more than a sensual makeout session.

Chaeyoung wasn’t really minding it. After all, it wasn’t like she couldn’t spend quality time with Jaehee these days. But maybe she was hornier than previously anticipated, maybe enough that her brain was making her hear things. Wait, no, that seems unlikely. But Jaehee just dropping her honorific like that, in a perfectly mundane situation, also does. Almost as much as her abstinence hallucinations.

Because, why on earth would she do that? To send a sign? To get a reaction? Well, she certainly did… but even then, Jaehee was one to communicate her wants clearly. If she wanted to fuck, she would say it outright, not randomly drop the honorific reserved for their intense sexual roleplay scenarios. Much less do so in a setting where she knew they could be overheard. She knew doing it in a setting that risked exposure was somewhat of a kink of Jaehee’s, one that she knew how to exploit, but even that didn’t explain this. And she wasn’t one to get reactions out of people either. So, what was this for?

Chaeyoung didn’t even know if she’d ask her about it later. The situation seemed so weird that even bringing it up would feel awkward. She just busied herself with making the cake, milk, flour, and butter becoming the center of her focus. Either way, she couldn’t let this get to her.

Jaehee came back around half an hour later, cakes already in the oven and Chaeyoung having moved on to making the frosting. She barely hears Jaehee enter over the whirr of the blender. The first thing she does is check the cakes, putting them back in the oven when she realizes they’re not done. “These need around ten more minutes,” she claims.

Chaeyoung nods, pulling the spatula out of the mixer. The cakes might not be ready, but the frosting very much is. She tenses as Jaehee approaches her and tastes the frosting with a finger. It’s cream cheese.

She looks up at Chaeyoung as she tastes it, large honey eyes open wide. She’s not that close, yet Chaeyoung is burning– she’s not sure if the woman has ulterior motives, but she’s definitely awakening something within her. She licks a little bit of leftover frosting from her rosy lips, and Chaeyoung has to hold herself back from doing that herself.

“What’s the verdict, chef?” She jests, one playful eyebrow raised.

“It’s delicious, Mommy,” she says, voice light and a tiny smile on her lips.

For the second time today, Chaeyoung is absolutely frozen, heart and pussy thumping, face red, mouth slightly agape. Jaehee leaves just as she did before.

“Tell me if you need help with the caramel,” she said and closed the door.

“Okay,” is all Chaeyoung can manage as she wills her muscles to move.

Kang Jaehee, what the hell?

And if she wants to play a game, then Chaeyoung will play along… but she was going to do it on her terms. If her girl wanted to be a brat for a change, Chaeyoung was going to take the opportunity and show her that Mommy’s not one to be messed with easily.

The worst part is, she’s not in any way immune. She’s not just flustered, embarrassed as if she’s just been told a dirty little secret, but she can feel herself wanting to play along, can feel her mental gears begging to shift. Almost stops being Chaeyoung in a work shift and becomes Mommy, whose entire world is her little princess, who is being so good for her and is just so beautiful that she doesn’t want to do anything but reward her and protect her.

Except she isn’t. Right now, her girl isn’t being good, she’s being inexplicably naughty… and in such a subtextual way too, almost as if she doesn’t want Mommy to notice it. It’s outrageous, actually.

There was nothing that displeased her more than attitude. She was one to lay down specific rules, and punish sternly when those were broken. She trained her girl to obedience with praise and discipline in equal amounts, and Jaehee was perfect at taking it. Now this wasn’t exactly against any rule, but she was clearly trying to get something out of it, tip the scales of power. Chaeyoung was going to get to the bottom of this, and then Mommy was gonna work her magic after work.

She uses the “M” word twice more before lunch: once after Chaeyoung asks her to wash the cakes in simple syrup, another when she brings her a small latte. That second occurrence makes her heart melt a little. “I made you a latte, Mommy, I figured you could use one after working so hard.” She even indulged her then, playing on with the dynamic with a “Thank you, princess.”

Then, she tells herself to fucking get it together. Stick to her decision from earlier, not let herself be swayed by large honey eyes and an equally sweet voice. God, she fucking hates brats. Topping from the bottom. Whatever name this attempted disruption has. What Jaehee was doing just now was surely crossing some kind of line she didn’t know was there. Not even she attempted as much during her own bratty antics.

Which is perhaps what compels her to finally build up her resolve, and when lunchtime comes, she approaches Jaehee and grabs her by the elbow with a stern “We need to talk.”

She doesn’t react at all until they’re in the storage room, the most sealed place in this entire establishment, and Chaeyoung lets go of her arm. She adjusts her sleeve and says. “Did something happen? Is something wrong?” with a worried frown.

Oh. She thought this was about something serious. Well, that’s a little bit funny. “We need to discuss your behavior today, little one.”

Instantly she catches on what this is actually about, and the frown is out in a second. “Why, Mommy, did I do something wrong?”

You’re a surprisingly good actress, Kang Jaehee. “Calling me Mommy here? Multiple times? Where you know people could hear us? Where you know Mommy’s unable to care for you like she’d want to?”

Jaehee swallows, still adjusting her wrist, although now Chaeyoung is sure it’s from nerves only. “Unless you want everyone here to know you’re Mommy’s dirty little girl,” she continues, taking advantage of the upper hand she does not intend to lose. “Is that what you want, Jaehee? For everyone in our lovely little bakery to know how you’re such a good girl for Mommy? How tight your little hole is when I fuck it with my fingers? Because if that’s so, then you should’ve just said it…”

Although the girl is making an attempt to keep her facial expression as it is, Chaeyoung realizes the idea at least excites her a little, if the slight lip bite is a sign of anything.

“I… just…” she begins. Chaeyoung finds it somewhat adorable how she trips over her words. “You said you were bored, Mommy. I wanted to help you out.”

…Oh. So, that was it.

“...You can use the colors too, you know?” Jaehee says after the silence drags on for too long.

“Green,” Chaeyoung says. “Green. It’s just.. I’m confused, that’s all. And a little uncomfortable, because… why?”

“I just wanted your day to be a little less boring,” Jaehee said. As Jaehee, not Mommy’s girl. “So I came up with an idea. But if it makes you uncomfortable, it’s fine. I won’t do it in public anymore. I was just… trying to tease, that’s all.”

My God, she was blushing so much it was actually making Chaeyoung a little sad. This was nothing to fret over, a very innocent and maybe even sweet prank. If anyone were to actually hear them, they’d probably just think they were weird and mind their own business. Still, she wasn’t sure she could be her Mommy while in public. For her, it was a bedroom-only thing. Maybe sometimes around the house as well, when Jaehee needed to relax and release.

To her and Jaehee’s surprise, Chaeyoung laughed. Because, how could she be mad? Yes, it had been strange and made her feel weird in the middle of a shift, but Jaehee was just trying to make her feel better. She wasn’t one for lighthearted pranks, and the attempt was, frankly, a little cute. “God, you’re kind of unbelievable, sometimes.”

Jaehee’s more confused than anything. “So… are we good?”

“Yes,” Chaeyoung says with an intense nod. “Yes, of course we are.”

Jaehee smiles, tension leaving her shoulders.

“...You know what, we’ll discuss that later,” Chaeyoung said, the lightbulb in her brain turning on. “But yes, I’d like it if you stopped for today, And there’s one thing you should know, little brat…” the tone in her voice dropped in the last phrase.

She hummed in anticipation, so sensitive to Chaeyoung’s every reaction.

“So far, it looks like this evening won’t be nice for you. You better stop your antics now, unless you’re looking for real trouble…”

“Okay, Mommy,” she says. The tension her role requires is a facade, covering her entire body, but the undercurrent of want driving her is revealed in her eyes.

Chaeyoung gives her one last devilish, delightful smirk before she heads for the door. “Good girl,” she whispers, and leaves.

She doesn’t need to look back to know the state Jaehee’s in right now: mouth dry, face red, cunt throbbing. She’s won this round, and the last is already hers.

DUSK COMES WITH ITS OWN DUTIES AT the Daffodil. When their 7 P. M. closing time comes, the sun is far beneath the earth, having ended its shortened winter shift long ago. The four workers left at the café– Chaeyoung and Jaehee, as well as two other baristas, Eunbi and Mina– are left to sweep the place, stock the fridges with whatever’s salvageable from the display, count what’s on the register, and draft an inventory. The work is done silently, the day weighing on the tired workers.

But for Chaeyoung, today wasn’t over by a long shot– and Jaehee was about to find out it wasn’t over for her as well. Because Mommy intended to teach her girl a lesson right where her disobedience took place. She was lucky neither Mina nor Eunbi waited for them to be ready to leave.

It was just the two of them now, in an empty half lit café. Jaehee was heading to the back room to grab her things when Chaeyoung stops her with a little “Uh-uh.”

The girl freezes, white sneakers glued to the floor.

“Did I ever say we were leaving, little brat?”

Her words, the sureness in her voice, the way Jaehee turns with a fearful yet curious expression, a bunny facing a lion… it all fuels Chaeyoung, gives her the power and the confidence to become what she needs to. She narrows her eyes. “You’re funny, you know? Teasing Mommy all day long during work… and then expecting to go home just like that? I’m afraid it doesn’t work that way, darling.” She takes a couple paces– short ones, meant to warn only. “With your stark misbehavior today, you’ve surely earned yourself one hell of a punishment.”

She sees how Jaehee’s breath hitches, how she bites her lower lip. Great. “I, uh… I figured we’d do that once we got home, Mommy.”

“Oh, how innocent my girl is sometimes…” She grabs a side of Jaehee’s face, wanting to lean closer, but not yet. Jaehee wants to as well, but Chaeoyung can see she’s waiting for the command, for the signal. So obedient. “Mommy figured you needed a reminder of when and where it is proper to demand her attention. And what better way to do it than in the places where you shouldn’t? So that the next time you want to be a needy little whore, you’ll remember Mommy’s lesson…”

She watches keenly as every single word takes effect, landing on the bobbing of Jaehee’s throat, in the way she’s lightly clutching her legs, in the quickening rise and fall of her chest. Chaeyoung knows this is what Jaehee wants, knows that whatever’s about to happen will haunt her for a long time… and that the “punishment” will most definitely not work. They’ve been trying to figure out ways to bring their kinky activities to their workplace just for the pure fun of it, but coming up with discreet enough scenes was hard and having the courage to carry them out was even harder. Maybe this could be a start.

“Now, Mommy would like to get this over with quickly so that we can go home and rest. Don’t make me wait and strip,” Chaeyoung commanded. Jaehee was eager, but hesitant. She eyes the windows, still open. “I’ll close them,” Chaeyoung said. “I want this to be a feast for my eyes alone.”

Flustered, Jaehee began undressing as Chaeyoung drew the curtains as fast as she could. They were sheer, not blocking the light out completely, but definitely keeping what would happen next within the walls of the café. When she was done, she stood a few paces away from Jaehee, watching as she carried out the command. She folded each piece of clothing neatly and set it on a table– one of Mommy’s rules, there to make the cleanup job easier. Her shoes and socks went first, then her blouse, then pants, and lastly her underwear. That was always Cheyoung’s favorite part. The reveal of the glint of arousal in her crotch, the way her nipples perked up at the sudden shock of cold.

Soon, her girl was as naked as a newborn, facing her with her chin down and hands behind her back. Open, exposed, muscular and soft and unbelievably stunning. She wanted nothing more than to embrace her and cover every single last inch of skin in kisses, leave love bites in her chest and inner thighs, squeeze her boobs and ass until her hands were imprinted on them, claim her, consume her. But Mommy wasn’t here tonight to please her little princess. No. After begging for her attention all day, it was the last thing she deserved.

“Come sit here,” she said, patting a table next to her. “On your knees. We don’t want any of the mess your pussy’s making to stain the wood, do we?”

“Okay, Mommy,” she said in the most exasperatedly aroused voice. God, she was causing Chaeyoung to make quite the mess herself.

Sitting on her heels on the small round table, her girl looked like a four-course meal. But it wasn't time for that yet. “Tell me, Jaehee,” she said, her voice measured, “What compelled you to try and get Mommy’s attention so often today?”

The girl swallowed, embarrassed. “I… I was needy, Mommy.”

Even in the low light Chaeyoung could see the crimson making its way up her cheeks. How incredibly lovely she was like this. “Needy for what?”

“I… don’t know,” said Jaehee, completely dumbfounded.

“Oh, don’t play dumb with me, girl, I know you were looking for something. And I suppose it was important enough to interrupt Mommy while she was working.”

Shyly, she shakes her head. “It really wasn’t.”

“Come on now, I don’t have all night,” Chaeyoung said, exasperated. “Tell me what it was that you wanted from me. Or will Mommy have to spank the answer out of you?”

“I…” she huffs a breath, “I wanted you to play with me, Mommy.”

It’s so lovely, so amusing, how her voice drops in volume and the crimson runs to her chest at the humiliation. Chaeyoung doesn’t miss how her thighs clench together, either. “Oh, did you, now?” She takes one singular, slow step closer. “And tell me, darling, how did you want Mommy to play with you?”

Jaehee, stubborn as a rock, shrugs. “Well, like you always do.”

This fucking girl, I swear to God. Chaeyoung clicks her tongue in the way she knows always gets Jaehee riled up. “Jaehee, you know that does not help me. I need you to tell me, exactly, what you wanted Mommy to do to you. Good girls use their words clearly.”

That seems to do it. “I wanted you to put your fingers inside me, Mommy,” she finally says. “All of them. I wanted you to put your cock in my ass.”

Chaeyoung gasps. “My goodness, such dirty thoughts for a little girl to be having during work…” she says. To her absolute delight, the naughty girl averts her eyes. “Well, I suppose if you wanted to get fucked so bad, I’m no one to prevent you from doing so.”

Jaehee gasped as if she couldn’t believe her luck. “Really, Mommy? You’ll do it?”

Chaeyoung laughs, loud, light, and menacing. “Who said I would be the one to do it? Needy, naughty little girls who think their Mommy is at their beck and call don’t get fucked. They fuck themselves. Now, go on and put your fingers on that tight little hole of yours you so badly wanted filled.”

The look of defeat on Jaehee’s face is equal parts enticing and disheartening. But Mommy’s resolve is stern, and she has a point to make. Without any commands, Jaehee moves to open her legs.

“Ah-ah, not here,” Chaeyoung says. She points to the counter. “You’re gonna do it right where those thoughts happened, so you understand just how dirty you are.”

Jaehee shudders as she moves to the counter, unable to believe what she’s about to do. Shivers run up her spine from the cold of the marble, and Chaeyoung can see she’s embarrassed beyond belief, yet dripping from arousal. This is ridiculous. Gross. Something she’d never do. But she’s not the dynamic and professional Kang Jaehee right now, she’s her Mommy’s girl, desperate to win back her favor after having lost it. And for that, she’ll do the most outrageous of things.

With her legs spread on the marble, pussy soaked and completely on display, Jaehee begins fingering herself for her Mommy, who is sitting down right in front of her with a self-satisfied smirk and wanting eyes. She arches forwards as two of her fingers enter her folds, going as deep as she can manage. She grunts and moans as she grinds into her own palm, the girl fucking herself to her precipice. And for Mommy, this truly is a feast, her girl all riled up and wanting, the most delightful cries escaping her lips.

It’s making her burn, Jaehee’s cries of pleasure making her clit throb, the squelch sounds of her fingers making her clothes feel just a little bit too constricting. Suddenly, Chaeyoung has an idea on how to make this more difficult for her girl…

She knows her better than anything in the world, and can tell when she’s close to an orgasm: her breaths grow heavier and her head arches back as she excitedly grinds into her hand more and more. That’s when Mommy intervenes at the perfect moment. Right when Jaehee’s on the edge, she pulls her hand away and ignores her pained whine.

“You were getting too excited there, little brat,” she says, with a slap to her inner thigh for good measure. “Or did you forget, in any case, who this pussy belongs to?”

Between tears, she says “It belongs to you, Mommy.”

“Good girl. And who here decides when you get to come?”

“You do, Mommy.”

“Well done,” She gives her a small smile. “And brats never get to come before their Mommy. Not until they’ve earned themselves the right.”

Jaehee swallows. Chaeyoung can see how she’s trembling, can feel her frustration seeping through her skin. She takes off her pants. “The little show you were giving Mommy just now made her make quite a mess of herself,” she wants to laugh at her casual use of third person. She climbs on the counter, gently pushing Jaehee back, a teasing knee on her sensitive crotch so that she doesn’t even think of touching it. She can feel her labored breaths on her skin, can see the sweat gleaming on her brow, her all-consuming eyes. “If you help me clean it up, then you might just get to come tonight.”

Jaehee’s shuddering with anticipation. Chaeyoung grabs her hands and pins them above her head, where they cannot stray. She carefully settles herself above Jaehee, cunt right in her face. “Come on, now, show me what that tongue is good for.”

Jaehee lathers her tongue all over Chaeyoung as if she were the last ice cream in the desert, starving and overly excited, and my God did Chaeyoung miss this more than she anticipated. Her girl always eats her out with such enthusiasm, such energy, as if there’s nothing that tasted better in the world than her Mommy’s juices.

“Yes, just like that… good girl,” Chaeyoung says, feeling herself be taken straight to heaven. “You like how Mommy tastes, don’t you?”

Face full, she can only matter a quick ‘mhm’.

“Such a good girl for Mommy, aren’t you?” she keeps going, though it’s getting harder to speak by the second. “Even on the counter of our coffee shop… how eager. Imagine if the girls could see you now, Jaehee. The woman they admire so much, their role model who they aspire to be like being such a good little girl for her Mommy.”

The moan she lets out at that is foul, and the suck she gives Chaeyoung’s clit after that almost makes her scream. “What a sight that would be…”

Chaeyoung comes with a strong, eager lick, her climax almost making her fall over and most definitely bruising Jaehee’s wrists at least a little. She praises her girl over and over again as she rides out her orgasm, excitedly lapping even the last of her juices. She decides, then, that perhaps she’ll make her fuck her while she’s right on the cusp of her orgasm more often. She did it as if it were a life or death situation, as if what she truly wanted was not to be touched by Mommy, but to pleasure her herself. Knowing how cunning she can be, that might just be the case.

“Well done, you’ve made Mommy very proud…” she says, letting her go. “You have most definitely earned yourself a reward, princess. Now come on, let’s go home so Mommy can give it to you.”

As Chaeyoung gets dressed, Jaehee looks at her as if she’s just confessed to a heinous crime. “I’m sorry, what?!”

Chaeyoung laughs. Her princess is so funny sometimes. “Oh, you really thought you were getting it here? And ruining the marble with your pussy juices? My little girl needs a lesson in propriety, it seems…”

The last thing Mommy was gonna do was make her cum here. Maybe some other time, though, after she was well used to being her little girl in this café as well, and when she didn’t feel like driving through Seoul’s late night traffic.

Tonight, though, she wants to enjoy this. So she gets dressed and, a few instants later once she realizes Mommy is dead serious about going home, Jaehee goes ahead and does the same. Her limbs are heavy as she peels herself away from the counter, cunt still wet and puffy. She groans and huffs the entire time, face in an annoyed frown, not making even the slightest effort to hide her displeasure. The part of Mommy that isn’t annoyed by her girl’s attitude wants to laugh. Knowing Jaehee, seeing her like this is quite hilarious.

Mommy tells her to spare the underwear, putting it away in her tote bag. Jaehee takes it like a big girl, letting the jeans rub into her pussy. When they walk out of the café, Jaehee does so with her head down. The city takes on a different flavor like this, the lights around her suddenly feeling disengaging. She doesn’t worry about anyone looking, she knows no one is– the only thing in her world right now, the focal point of her attention, her anchor, is Mommy in front of her.

Occasionally she looks up to the head of red waves swaying in the wind, and that’s enough to know she’s safe, she’s protected, she’s alright, even now. Even if Mommy can be cruel sometimes, when she denies her pleasure or crimsons her butt (although she doesn’t exactly find that displeasurable…), she knows she’ll always be there to hold her, to remind her she loves her and cares for her by keeping her in line. There’s something so enticing to her about this push and pull, this clear drawing of consequences, that calms her, steadies her, and frees her. Even if it is only sometimes. This is a break she allows herself, an escape from who she is into this girl who doesn’t need to do or think, just exist and let herself be taken care of by her Mommy.

There is no music in the car, just the silent hum of the electric engine, the push of the shift, and the rustling of Jaehee shifting in her seat as she tries to discreetly get some friction on that neglected cunt of hers. That’s perhaps what gives her away. To her benefit (or detriment, perhaps), Mommy doesn’t acknowledge the action right away. The first time, she simply looks to her side, green eyes a warning. In an attempt at being clever, Jaehee holds her stare as if nothing is going on. The second time, she makes a sound, which catches Jaehee’s attention. She ends up holding her breath and not moving for two minutes after that, letting the feeling in her cunt throb and build along with her breathing.

But they’re still nowhere close to home, and Mommy’s not doing anything… In fact, she’s entirely concentrated on the road. Jaehee knows, after all, that she’s not keen on driving through large avenues. It surely wouldn’t be bad to get a little stimulation, just a little bit…

“Do you think I’m deaf or blind, little brat?” She’s angry. It makes Jaehee gasp.

“But Mommy, it hurts…” she whines, knowing she’s playing a losing game.

“What hurts, Jaehee?”

“...My pussy, Mommy…”

“Oh, the one you fingered with such enthusiasm on the café counter just now?” The throb gets worse, it takes all her strength to prevent herself from simply shifting to let her clit make contact with the inseam of her jeans. She wants to cry.

“Yes, Mommy,” she says. She does not want to make this worse for herself by not answering.

“I told you we’ll take care of that kitty of yours once we get home,” Chaeyoung says, “so be patient.”

“But home is too far away,” she whines, unable to stop herself, simultaneously wanting to berate herself and not caring.

“It’s a fifteen minute drive, Jaehee.” She’s exasperated. “And we’re only five minutes away. Now, sit still for Mommy unless you want a red bottom instead of a reward.”

That silences her and calms her. The warning of not getting to cum, not even once, and going to bed with a sore ass, which will definitely make her situation worse, is absolutely horrifying. So she sits still– very still– hands pressing her knees, focusing on her breathing. She counts the buildings and the turns Chaeyoung makes, marking the progress bar of their ride home. Seeing the gate of their apartment building’s run-down parking lot has never felt so relieving.

Jaehee tries to be the absolute best of girls while they go to their flat, standing very still in the elevator and keeping her hands clasped behind her, where they will not stray to where they shouldn’t. Chaeyoung unlocks the door to the loft that definitely needs some cleaning. Jaehee walks in and instantly rushes for the bedroom, only thinking about the release that she’ll finally, finally be privileged to get. Mommy stops her with a tsk.

“Where do you think you’re going, little brat?”

Mommy’s voice stops her in her tracks halfway up the steps, wide honey eyes turning to a baffled freckled face. Chaeyoung comes closer. “I know you’re eager to finally release all that’s in your little puffy cunt,” she says, “but after your misbehavior in the car… I’m afraid you’ll have to wait a little bit longer.”

“But Mommy…!”

“I know what you’re gonna say, and it won’t work,” she speaks before Jaehee can, “that it hurts, that you’re sorry, and I’m sure that that’s all true, but naughty girls like you need to learn their lesson. Flogger. Now.”

She groans as she stomps up the stairs, face in an unceremonious pout. This is so unfair Jaehee can’t even believe it. First she doesn’t let her cum, then she makes her eat her out, spilling her cum all over her face! If anything, she deserved to have that little release in the car! But Mommy’s rules are Mommy’s rules, and when she says sit still, that’s what you do, no discussions. Whoever toys with what belongs to Mommy will have to face the consequences.

She grabs the flogger from the box in the topmost shelf of their closet, unable to help the self-satisfied smirk on her lips. She might get more than she bargained for tonight, after all… Silently, she thanks the Jaehee of the near past for her decision to enact her naughty little prank. It’s giving her one hell of an evening, and a well-deserved break

Downstairs, Mommy is waiting on the couch. Jaehee holds the flogger out to her with her head down, and Mommy orders her to strip. She can’t help the flush of humiliation in her chest as she settles with her hands to the wall, breasts hanging and ass high up in the air, ready for Mommy to color it all shades of pink and purple.

The sudden feeling of cold metal around her pert nipples shocks her still, drawing a gasp out of her. The clamps pinch her sensitive mounds, sending waves of sharp pain all over her breast and up to her armpit. She barely has the chance to get used to it before the other one is clasped on, bringing a whole new wave of pain with it. Before she knows it, Jaehee is looking down at the thin metal chain hanging from her boobs, and humiliation makes its way up her body like a lightning bolt.

“I figure this would help keep you quiet…” is Mommy’s excuse. Jaehee knows it’s just for looks, because Mommy thinks her tits look even prettier with something hanging over them. And she likes them as well, the pain they bring being a reminder of who she belongs to.

Jaehee has no words for Mommy’s sudden endeavor, and she takes advantage of her silence, softly running the flogger down her back. The soft leather ribbons– way too soft to be so sharp when impacted with her butt– make her shiver.

“You’re getting ten,” she says. Small number, which scares Jaehee even more. “And thanking me after each one. Understood, little one?”

“Yes, Mommy,” she says, voice high.

The first one lands as a tease, the strands of leather only a brush against her butt, yet Jaehee retreats in anticipation and gasps. “One,” she says. “Thank you, Mommy.”

The second one lands with more bite, drawing a sound out of her. “Two. Thank you, Mommy.”

Swiftly and rhythmically the flogger comes down on her tight butt, creating ever-deepening streaks of red over her pale cheeks. The strikes are increasingly harder, the ribbons evenly covering her butt each time, Chaeyoung’s technique being close to perfect after having done this so many times, the motions as well as the role now second nature to her. She hits Jaehee’s tender sit spots over and over again, letting them hurt and sting. Jaehee doesn’t miss a single one, making a point of showing her Mommy just how good she can be.

Tears begin running down her face by the fifth one. Mommy does not stop, Jaehee doesn’t want her to. She lets herself be put in her place: humiliated into submission, flogged into obedience, a naughty girl learning her well-earned lesson. And her pussy absolutely flames for it, puffy folds growing more tender with each swing.

Once the tenth comes down, the first thing Mommy does after ditching the flogger is rub small circles on her back, soothing her little girl that has taken her punishment so well, like she always does. That’s one thing that will always make Chaeyoung’s heart swell: her girl always tries so hard, is always so good at taking her lessons without complaint. The generous rewards she gives her are always well-deserved.

But now, there’s something else that catches her attention: there’s a glistening wetness between her girl’s legs, a pretty pink pussy wet with want, no doubt because of the hits her butt received, as well as being deprived of the pleasure it desired.

“Oh, would you look at this…” she says, sliding two fingers inside the hole that go in without effort, plush walls tightening around them, action that draws a tiny scream from the flushed girl below her, “It seems like my little brat rather enjoyed her punishment, is that right?”

Jaehee is vehemently shaking her head, face red as a tomato and eyes tightly closed.

“No?” Chaeyoung says, feigning shock. “Tell me then, sweetheart, why can I do this?” She adds a third finger, pusing it even deeper, her girl letting out a filthy moan. Mommy’s fingers inside her, the clamps, her arms beginning to cramp, her still hurting ass… it’s all too much.

“Mommy…” is all she can say with a sob, with no other words to convey what she’s feeling.

“Tell me, little one, isn’t this what you wanted?” Chaeyoung says, dark and vicious, fingers pumping in and out, curling and hitting her spot, making an absolute trembling mess out of Jaehee. One of her hands makes its way to squeeze a boob, drawing a scream out of her. “To be spanked silly and have Mommy’s fingers inside your tight little pussy? Isn’t this what you were bothering Mommy for so much while at work today? What you were imagining while serving orders to customers? Filthy girl.”

Everything blends for Jaehee: her words, her blurry vision, Mommy’s fingers hurting in her hole, the explosion building in her core and spreading down her body. She can’t do this. Yes, yes it is everything she wanted. More, even.

“Perhaps the next time I should have you wear a belt for the whole day, just so you have something distracting you from such dirty thoughts, so improper for a girl like you.”

The idea of her with a chastity belt under her Daffodil uniform sends her over the edge, her entire body tightening. The motions of Mommy’s fingers slow and she wants to scream.

“Can I come, Mommy?”

“Come for me, little girl.”

She does so in command, whole body melting to a long-time coming eruption of pleasure. The whole world goes hazy around her, an incomprehensible amalgamation of praises and tears and soft touches to sensitive skin. Soft arms wrap her around a stiff frame, and she lets herself cry into Mommy’s shoulder, listening to her shhs and relaxing at her caresses down her back. Chaeyoung leaves kisses all over her skin, chasing the salty tears running down her face.

There is always a moment for her after cumming, once the high has begun to subside, where her skin feels hyper-sensitive. She’s aware of every feeling, every sensation, every touch. Her back shivers from the open air but there’s sweat beginning to build in the back of her knees. Chaeyoung’s button-up tickles her bare chest, nipples still hurting from the clamps that were recently taken out. Her face is puffy and loose strands of Chaeyoung’s hair tickle it a bit, her ass still stings.

The green eyes that regard her are full of love, tired yet satisfied. Jaehee knows what Chaeyoung’s about to say and even anticipates it, some praise that will make her heart melt. But what she actually says is nothing of the sort: Chaeyoung breaks into laughter.

“You’re absolutely insane, did you know that?” she says in between laughs. “Like batshit crazy. What in the world. I can’t believe you sometimes.”

Jaehee can’t help but laugh as well, the heavy atmosphere of the scene almost completely lifted, they’re once again Chaeyoung and Jaehee. “I can’t believe myself either, to be honest.”

“I mean, I’m shocked…” Chaeyoung’s eyes widen. “In a good way, but shocked. Like, did my brattiness accidentally rub off on you or something, because…”

“Perhaps,” Jaehee says. “After four years, yes, it seems like a little of it has.”

Chaeyoung kisses her with a smile. It’s unexpected, but sweet, and it makes her stomach flutter. “God, I love you,” she breathes. It’s so automatic. So absent minded. Jaehee kisses her back.

It’s a little bit hilarious and overwhelming to think about what their relationship has become, utterly different from what Jaehee imagined it would be in their early days– a place for both of them to rest and just be, a home, a comfort, a warm cup of tea– to what it actually became– more than that, a place for them to discover themselves, a sandbox, a playground. More than comfort, Chaeyoung provided for her the opportunity for fun. To color outside the lines. To dare.

She’s her business partner, the president of the organization she volunteers for, her girlfriend, but aside from that, and maybe on top of it all, she’s her best friend. The one person on this earth she feels she can be fully herself with, no boundaries, no judgments. “I love you too,” she says. Right now, it feels like she’ll love her forever, however stupid it sounds.

A beat of silence passes. Chaeyoung’s hands rhythmically stroke Jaehee’s back, which is growing colder by the minute. She lays her head on her shoulder.

“So… did I do it?”

Chaeyoung frowns, lost. Jaehee wants to laugh.

“Did I make your day less boring, after all?”

The look Chaeyoung gives her– quirked brow, knowing smile– is enough to make her stomach churn. “Oh, honey, like no other…”

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