Day 3: Role Reversal/Spanking

Day 3: Role Reversal/Spanking

Emily had been quiet since she got home. Too quiet. It wasn't unusual for her to retreat into herself after a particularly hard case, but this time it was different. The entire week had been brutal, one of the worst they'd seen in a while, and it had clearly taken its toll on Emily. But instead of talking about it or letting herself unwind, she had brought that tension home with her.

JJ watched her from the other side of the living room, her brow furrowing as Emily barely acknowledged her presence. The silence between them had stretched on for far too long, and JJ was tired of it. She knew Emily—knew how she could bottle things up until they became too much. But this? This was starting to feel like something else.

JJ sighed, standing up and moving to sit beside Emily on the couch. "Emily," she said softly, her voice gentle but with an edge of frustration. "You've been quiet since you walked in the door. What's going on?"

Emily didn't look at her, her eyes fixed on the floor as she ran a hand through her hair. "I'm fine," she muttered, her voice tight, distant. "Just tired. It's been a long week."

JJ's jaw tightened. She wasn't buying it—not this time. "You're always tired after a case, but this is different. You're shutting me out. Again."

Emily shifted uncomfortably, her gaze flicking toward JJ for a brief moment before looking away. "I'm not shutting you out," she said defensively, her tone sharper now. "I'm just trying to process everything."

JJ's frustration flared, her patience wearing thin. "No, you're avoiding me," she snapped, her voice rising slightly. "You do this every time something's bothering you. You bring it home, and you expect me to just… deal with it."

Emily's eyes finally met hers, a flicker of anger flashing across her face. "What do you want me to do, JJ?" she shot back, her voice tight with frustration. "Do you want me to just forget about everything? Pretend it didn't happen?"

"I want you to talk to me," JJ said, her voice firm, her blue eyes locking onto Emily's. "I want you to stop acting like you're the only one who carries the weight of these cases. We both do, Emily. But when you shut me out like this, it's like I don't even exist to you."

Emily scoffed, shaking her head as she leaned back against the couch, her arms crossing defensively over her chest. "That's not fair, JJ," she muttered. "You know that's not what this is."

"Then what is it?" JJ pressed, her voice hardening as she moved closer. "Because right now, it feels like you're punishing me for something I didn't do. I'm trying to help you, but you won't let me in."

Emily's jaw clenched, her eyes narrowing as she stared at JJ, the tension between them thick and heavy. "I don't need you to fix everything," she snapped. "I just need some space."

JJ's patience finally snapped. She stood up abruptly, her hands balled into fists at her sides as she glared down at Emily. "You know what? No," she said, her voice cold and firm. "I'm not giving you space this time. I'm not going to let you push me away. You always do this for me—always help me when I'm falling apart—and now it's my turn to do the same for you."

Emily blinked, caught off guard by the sudden shift in JJ's demeanor. "What are you talking about?" she asked, her voice laced with confusion.

JJ took a step closer, her eyes blazing with determination. "You always take charge when I'm a mess, when I'm spiraling," she said, her voice low and controlled. "But now it's my turn. You need this, even if you won't admit it. And I'm going to make sure you let go of all this crap you're holding on to."

Before Emily could respond, JJ grabbed her by the wrist, pulling her up from the couch. Emily's eyes widened in surprise as JJ's grip tightened, her breath catching in her throat as JJ's tone left no room for argument.

"JJ, what the hell—" Emily started, but JJ cut her off, her voice firm and commanding in a way that Emily wasn't used to hearing from her.

"Don't fight me on this," JJ said, her tone leaving no room for discussion. "You always take care of me. Now I'm going to take care of you."

Emily opened her mouth to argue, but JJ's grip on her wrist was unyielding, her eyes burning with intensity. Emily had seen JJ like this before—fierce, determined—but never directed at her. It sent a shiver down her spine, her body reacting to the shift in power between them.

JJ tugged her toward the bedroom, her grip firm as she led Emily down the hallway. Emily followed, her mind racing, her heart pounding in her chest as JJ's dominance settled over her like a wave. She wasn't used to this—wasn't used to being the one who had to submit—but something in JJ's tone, her confidence, left Emily speechless, her usual resistance slipping away. Though not all the way, she still wasn't ready to give up the fight completely.

When they reached the bedroom, JJ didn't hesitate. She pushed Emily toward the bed, her hands firm on Emily's shoulders as she guided her to sit down on the edge. Emily's eyes were wide, her breath shallow as JJ stepped back, crossing her arms over her chest, her gaze sharp and unrelenting.

"You've had an attitude since you walked in the door," JJ said, her voice cold and authoritative. "And I'm done with it."

Emily's eyes flickered with confusion and defiance, her breath coming in short bursts as she stared up at JJ. "What the hell are you doing?" she asked, her voice tight with disbelief.

JJ's lips curled into a smirk, her eyes narrowing as she took a step closer. "You know exactly what I'm doing," she said, her voice low and full of heat. "You're going to do exactly what I say. And if you fight me? I'll make sure you regret it."

Emily's heart raced, her breath catching in her throat as she stared up at JJ. The way JJ's voice had shifted, the way she carried herself—it was nothing like the JJ she was used to. This was someone else. Someone who had taken control in a way that Emily wasn't prepared for.

"JJ…" Emily started, but JJ shook her head, cutting her off with a sharp look.

"No," JJ said firmly. "No more talking. I've let you sulk long enough, and now I'm taking charge."

Without another word, JJ moved to Emily, her hands gripping Emily's waist as she pulled her to her feet. Emily tried to resist, her muscles tensing as she struggled against JJ's grip, but JJ was stronger than she gave her credit for. With a swift motion, JJ bent Emily over her lap, her hands pressing firmly on Emily's back to keep her in place.

"JJ, wait—" Emily protested, her breath coming in short bursts as she tried to push herself up. But JJ's hand came down hard on her ass, the sharp sting making Emily gasp in surprise.

"Stop fighting me," JJ growled, her voice low and commanding. "I'm not playing around, Emily. You need this, whether you admit it or not."

Emily's mind raced, her body trembling with a mixture of confusion and something else—something darker, something she wasn't ready to admit. She tried to push herself up again, but JJ's hand came down harder this time, the sound of the slap echoing through the room.

"JJ!" Emily gasped, her body jerking under the force of the hit. "What the hell—"

"I told you to stop fighting me," JJ said, her voice cold and unyielding. "You're not in charge tonight. I am. And if you don't start listening, I'll make sure you regret it."

Emily's breath hitched, her body tensing as she struggled to process the sudden shift in power. JJ's hand came down again, the sting sharper this time, and Emily gasped, her muscles tightening as the sharp pain spread across her ass. She wasn't used to being on the receiving end of this—wasn't used to having JJ take control like this. But the force of JJ's hand, the way she commanded Emily's body—it left Emily breathless, her mind spinning with the intensity of it all.

JJ didn't give her a chance to recover. Her hand came down again, hard and fast, the sting of the spank sending a shiver down Emily's spine. "You're going to submit, Emily," JJ said, her voice low and full of authority. "Whether you like it or not."

Emily's breath came in shallow gasps, her mind reeling as JJ's hand came down over and over again, each slap leaving a burning sting on her skin. She tried to push herself up again, instinctively seeking some sense of control, but JJ's grip on her back remained firm, unyielding. Every time Emily shifted, JJ's hand brought her back down with another sharp smack that sent a jolt of heat through her body.

Then, amidst the rhythmic sting of JJ's palm, JJ paused. The silence between them stretched, and Emily could feel the weight of JJ's gaze on her back, the air thick with tension.

"If you want me to stop, say it now," JJ's voice was quiet but firm, filled with a gentleness that cut through the harshness of the situation. "I would never force you, Emily. Never. So if you don't want this, just say it, and I'll stop right now."

Emily's breath hitched. She wanted to respond, wanted to say something, but the words caught in her throat. There was a part of her that was screaming to push back, to regain control, but there was another part—a deeper, darker part—that craved this. That needed JJ to take charge, to help her release the pent-up tension that had been suffocating her since she walked through the door.

Emily stayed silent, her body trembling slightly as she processed JJ's words. That silence was all the permission JJ needed.

JJ's hand slid down Emily's back, her touch softer now, tracing the curve of her spine before reaching the waistband of Emily's pants. "I'm going to lower these," JJ murmured, her voice low and full of intent. "I need you to say it. Do you want me to?"

Emily swallowed hard, her heart racing in her chest. The heat radiating from her skin, the sharp sting from JJ's earlier hits, and the power shift between them all left her breathless. Her mouth went dry as she whispered, "Yes."

JJ didn't hesitate. With one fluid motion, she tugged Emily's pants down to her knees, exposing her already flushed skin to the cool air of the room. Emily tensed, her breath coming in shallow bursts, her body on high alert. JJ's hand rested on her now-bare ass for a moment, letting Emily feel the anticipation of what was coming.

Then, JJ's hand came down again, the slap sharp and precise, the sting reverberating through Emily's body. Emily gasped, her fingers digging into the sheets as she fought to hold herself together, her mind spinning as the line between pain and pleasure blurred. JJ's strikes were harder now, the impact deeper with every hit, the sound of her palm connecting with Emily's skin filling the room.

JJ's hand didn't let up, coming down over and over, each spank leaving a burning sting that built into a steady, overwhelming heat. Emily's body trembled beneath her, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she struggled to maintain control, but JJ's firm hand kept her pinned, kept her right where she needed to be.

"You're doing so well," JJ whispered, her voice full of dark praise. "Taking it just like I knew you would."

Emily's breath hitched at the words, her body instinctively pushing back against JJ's hand, desperate for more. But the stinging heat was starting to overwhelm her, her body trembling uncontrollably now, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. She could feel the wetness pooling between her legs, her body reacting to JJ's dominance in ways she hadn't anticipated.

JJ's hand paused again, resting gently on the reddened skin of Emily's ass. Emily's breath came in sharp, shaky bursts, her body trembling beneath JJ's touch. JJ leaned down, her lips brushing against Emily's ear as she whispered, "That's it. Good."

Emily let out a shaky breath, her body trembling as JJ's fingers slid between her thighs, finding the slick wetness that had been building with every strike. JJ's fingers teased her entrance, gently circling the sensitive spot, her breath hot against Emily's skin.

"I can feel how much you want this," JJ murmured, her voice low and thick with control. "You've been holding on to so much, but I'm going to help you let it all go."

Without another word, JJ slid two fingers into Emily's dripping entrance, the wetness coating her hand as she pushed deep inside. Emily gasped, her body jerking at the sudden intrusion, but she didn't resist. If anything, she pushed back, her hips rolling in time with the slow, deliberate thrusts of JJ's fingers.

JJ kept Emily bent over her lap, her fingers thrusting in and out of her in a steady rhythm, matching the earlier intensity of the spanking. The combination of the sharp stings still radiating from her reddened skin and the slow, methodical strokes of JJ's fingers left Emily shaking, her body on the brink of losing control.

JJ's free hand moved to Emily's hip, holding her steady as her fingers pushed deeper, curling inside her just enough to hit that perfect spot that had Emily gasping for breath. Emily's body was trembling uncontrollably now, her breath coming in short, ragged bursts as the pleasure built inside her, coiling tight in her core.

JJ's fingers moved faster, thrusting deep into Emily's soaked core, the wet sounds filling the room as Emily's breath hitched. "Let go," JJ whispered, her voice low and full of intent. "I want to hear you."

Emily's breath caught in her throat as the tension inside her finally snapped. Her orgasm hit her with brutal force, her entire body convulsing as JJ's fingers thrust deep inside her, drawing out every wave of pleasure. Emily cried out, her hands gripping the sheets as her body shuddered, her mind overwhelmed by the intensity of it all.

Her fingers kept moving, thrusting in and out in a relentless rhythm, coaxing another orgasm from Emily's trembling body. Emily's breath came in sharp, desperate gasps, her entire body shaking as the pleasure built again, even stronger this time. She could feel herself losing control, her mind going blank as JJ's fingers worked her over, her body pushed to its absolute limit.

The second orgasm hit her even harder than the first, her scream loud and broken as her body convulsed, her hips rocking against JJ's hand. Tears pricked the corners of her eyes as the pleasure became too much, too overwhelming, but JJ didn't let up. She pushed Emily through it, her fingers still working her relentlessly, drawing out every bit of pleasure from her shaking form.

Emily's body went limp after the third orgasm, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps as she collapsed over JJ's lap, completely spent. Her body trembled uncontrollably, her mind still spinning from the intensity of it all, but the overwhelming pleasure had finally broken through the tension she'd been holding on to.

JJ slowly withdrew her fingers, her hand gently stroking Emily's back as she leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her shoulder. "You're okay," she murmured softly, her voice full of warmth and reassurance. "I've got you."

Emily lay there, her body trembling, tears pricking her eyes, but she was finally at peace.