Day 12 - Coming Without Permission/Spanking

Day 12 - Coming Without Permission/Spanking

Bradley's hands were pressed flat against the cool surface of Laura's desk, her body trembling slightly as she stood there, waiting. Her partner was behind her, pacing slowly, her eyes dark with intent as she watched Bradley's every movement, every breath.

"You knew the rules," Laura said softly, her voice low but filled with authority as she stopped behind Bradley, her fingers trailing lightly down her back. "But you couldn't help yourself, could you?"

The blonde's breath hitched, her body already on edge, still sensitive from their earlier encounter. She bit her lip, knowing what Laura expected her to say, knowing that defiance would only make this worse.

"I'm sorry," Bradley whispered, her voice trembling with a mixture of guilt and desire. "I couldn't—"

The older woman's fingers gripped her waist, cutting her off. "You didn't wait for my permission," Laura said, her voice sharper now, filled with quiet reprimand. "And now, you're going to pay for it."

Bradley swallowed hard, her pulse quickening as Laura's words sank in. She had known what the rules were—knew that she was supposed to hold back, to wait until Laura told her she could come. But in the heat of the moment, when Laura had been teasing her relentlessly, pushing her right to the edge, she couldn't hold on. She had let go too soon, and now... now she was going to have to face the consequences.

Laura's fingers grazing over her skin, teasing but firm. "You don't get to just do whatever you want, Bradley," Laura murmured, her voice filled with that familiar, commanding tone that always made Bradley's heart race. "When you're with me, I'm in control. Do you understand?"

Bradley nodded quickly, her heart pounding in her chest. "Yes," she whispered, her voice shaky but obedient. "I understand."

The brunette's smile was cold, but there was a glint of satisfaction in her eyes as she stepped back, her hand trailing down her partner's arm before she moved around her desk. "Good," she said softly, her fingers reaching for something Bradley couldn't see. "Then let's make sure you don't forget again."

Bradley's body tensed as she heard the soft clink of something being taken from a lower drawer, her heart racing with anticipation. She knew what was coming, knew Laura wasn't going to go easy on her. Laura never went easy when the rules were broken.

"Hands on the desk," Laura ordered, her voice low but firm, as she moved back around the desk.

The blonde obeyed, her fingers gripping the edge of the desk as she leaned forward slightly, her body trembling with a mix of nervousness and excitement. She had been here before—been punished by her partner for not following the rules. Each time, the older woman had left marks that took days to heal.

Laura moved closer again, her presence behind Bradley like a dark, looming force. Her fingers brushed lightly over Bradley's bare skin, teasing her, making her shiver, but it wasn't gentle. It was a warning. "You're going to count for me," Laura said softly, her voice filled with quiet authority. "And if you lose track, we start over. Do you understand?"

Bradley's heart pounded in her chest as she nodded, her fingers tightening on the desk. "Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Without another word, Laura's hand came down on her ass, the sharp smack echoing through the room. Bradley gasped, her body jolting forward from the force of it, but she didn't let go of the desk.

"Count," Laura ordered.

"One," Bradley breathed, her voice shaky.

Another smack. Harder this time. Bradley winced, but the heat from the impact sent a shiver of something dark and thrilling through her body.

"Two," she whispered, her body tensing in anticipation of the next one.

Laura's hand came down again, each slap more on target, the center of her bare ass, as she punished the shorter woman. The blonde's skin was already stinging, her body trembling from the mixture of pain and pleasure, but she forced herself to stay focused, to keep counting.

By the time she had reached ten, Bradley's body was on fire, her mind a blur of sensations—guilt, desire, the overwhelming need to please Laura, to make up for her earlier mistake.

"That's ten," Laura said softly, her voice low and filled with satisfaction. "But I'm not done with you yet."

Bradley's breath hitched as she heard Laura move behind her, the sound of something being picked up from the desk. She didn't dare turn around, didn't dare look to see what Laura had in store for her next. All she could do was wait, her body trembling with a mix of anticipation and fear.

Laura's fingers slid down Bradley's back again, teasing her, before she leaned in, her lips brushing against Bradley's ear. "You don't come again until I say so," Laura whispered, her voice filled with command. "If you do, the punishment starts over. Do you understand?"

Bradley's body was already shaking, her mind spinning from everything happening, but she nodded, her voice barely a whisper. "Yes… I understand."

Laura reached for the small metal butt plug and a bottle of lube she had grabbed from the desk. She did not let her partner see it. Not until it was prepared, slicked generously with lube, and pressing against her asshole.

"You're going to behave this time," Laura murmured, into her ear.

Bradley bit her lip. She barely managed to nod, her hands gripping the edge of the desk for support.

Laura knelt behind her, spreading her cheeks with a firm grip. "Lean forward," she instructed, her voice steady but soft.

Bradley obeyed, lowering her chest onto the desk, her breath shaky as she waited. She felt the cold metal press against her, the tip pushing against her entrance. Laura didn't rush, didn't force it—she let Bradley adjust, let her feel the stretch as the plug slid in inch by inch. Bradley's gasp echoed in the quiet room, her body shivering from the sensation.

"Such a good girl," Laura murmured, her hand still resting on Bradley's hip, fingers tracing a path down her skin. "You can take it."

Bradley whimpered, biting her lip as the plug seated fully inside her. She felt the weight of it, cool and solid, a constant reminder of Laura's control over her body.

Laura stood, watching Bradley through hooded eyes as she traced her fingers lightly over Bradley's lower back, then slid her hand between her legs, grazing over her soaked folds. Bradley flinched at the teasing touch, her thighs trembling as she instinctively pressed back against Laura's hand.

"Still so wet," Laura observed, her voice dark with satisfaction. "But you don't come until I say."

Bradley's entire body ached with the need for release. Her lips parted, breath shallow as she tried to focus on anything else but the growing pressure in her lower abdomen. That need that pulsed. "Please," she whispered, desperation creeping into her voice. "I need it."

"You'll get it when I'm ready," she said, slipping two fingers inside Bradley, drawing out a moan from deep in her chest. The fullness of the plug inside her, combined with Laura's touch, sent heat racing through Bradley's veins, but she held on—barely.

"You can beg all you want," Laura added, her tone teasing, fingers moving in slow, deliberate strokes. "But you're going to wait."

Bradley's forehead pressed against the desk, her tears welling up as she fought to control herself. She couldn't think, couldn't breathe properly with how tightly the tension had coiled inside her. "Please," she whimpered, her voice breaking. "I'll be good, I promise."

Laura smirked, trailing her free hand up Bradley's back. "I know you will," she whispered, twisting her fingers slightly inside her, making Bradley's hips buck uncontrollably. "But you're going to show me just how good you can be."

The pressure mounted, her body shaking as she teetered on the edge. Her mind screamed for release, every nerve ending firing at once, but she bit her lip hard, her knuckles white as she clutched the desk. She had to hold on. She had to be good.

"Let me hear you," Laura commanded, her voice a low growl as she leaned closer, her fingers quickening inside Bradley. "Beg me."

Tears slipped down Bradley's face, her body so close to breaking. "Please, Laura," she choked out, her voice thick with emotion. "Please… let me come. I'll wait, I'll be good. Just, please."

Laura twisted her hand, brushing her thumb against Bradley's clit as she leaned down to whisper in her ear. "Come for me," she finally said, her voice soft but firm.

Bradley's body collapsed under the weight of the command, her muscles seizing as the orgasm crashed over her. Her entire world narrowed to the sensation of Laura's fingers inside her, the plug stretching her, the heat spreading through her as she came with a sob. Her body shook violently, tears spilling freely as she finally let go, her breath coming in ragged, broken gasps.

Laura leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to Bradley's shoulder. "You did so well," she murmured, her pressing more feather light kisses. "Such a good girl."

Bradley remained still, her body slumped forward against the desk, spent but enveloped in a wave of calm that only Laura seemed capable of giving her. The intensity of the moment had drained every bit of energy from her, but the warmth of Laura's touch was grounding, pulling her back gently.

"You okay?" Laura whispered, her voice soft and tender as she ran her hands slowly up and down Bradley's sides, her fingers warm and reassuring.

Bradley nodded weakly, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment as she savored the gentleness. "Yeah," she breathed, her voice quiet, a touch of exhaustion in the tone. "Just... tired."

Laura smiled against her skin, pressing another kiss to the back of Bradley's neck. "I've got you," she said softly. She moved with care, helping Bradley sit upright before reaching for the throw blanket draped over the nearby chair. Wrapping it around Bradley's shoulders, Laura took a seat beside her, their bodies touching, but without the pressure of earlier.

Bradley let out a soft sigh, leaning into Laura's side, the coolness of the desk now replaced by the warmth of the blanket and Laura's body. "Thanks," she mumbled, her voice slightly hoarse from the intensity of what they'd shared.

Laura tilted her head, brushing a few strands of hair from Bradley's damp forehead. "You don't have to thank me," she whispered, a gentle smile tugging at her lips. "Just want to make sure you're okay."

Bradley smiled faintly, her eyelids still heavy. "You always do." She paused, letting the quiet fill the room for a moment. "It's why I trust you with... everything."

Laura's expression softened. She reached for the bottle of water on the desk and handed it to Bradley. "Drink," she urged, her tone warm but insistent. "You need to rehydrate."

Bradley took the bottle, sipping slowly, feeling the cool liquid soothe her dry throat. She didn't say much as she drank, just sat there, leaning against Laura, grateful for the simple comfort of the moment. It wasn't just about the physical care—it was the feeling of being seen, understood, and cherished in the aftermath.

When Bradley finished drinking, Laura took the bottle from her and set it aside. Her hand found Bradley's, fingers intertwining gently. "You were incredible," Laura murmured, her voice filled with quiet admiration. "I know that wasn't easy."

Bradley glanced up at her, eyes soft but a little tired. "I wanted to be good for you," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't want to let you down."

Laura's thumb traced soothing circles over the back of Bradley's hand. "You could never let me down," she said softly, her tone so full of reassurance that it sent a ripple of warmth through Bradley's chest. "You don't have to push yourself so hard to prove anything. I'm already proud of you."

Bradley exhaled slowly, letting the words sink in. She leaned her head against Laura's shoulder, closing her eyes again. "I know," she murmured, her voice quieter now, more at peace. "I just... I didn't want to mess up."

Laura pressed another kiss to the top of Bradley's head, her hand gently stroking Bradley's arm beneath the blanket. "You didn't," she whispered, her voice soft and full of affection. "You did everything perfectly."

The room was quiet again, the hum of the outside world muted as they sat together, the intensity of the scene behind them replaced with a sense of calm. Laura didn't rush the moment—she let Bradley rest against her, offering quiet reassurances and the comfort of her presence.