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⪼ Kinktober - Day One

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Pairing: WandaNat x Fem!Reader

Title: Over the knee spanking

Summary: You’ve been bratty, teasing both Nat and Wanda whilst they’re working , in meetings, teaching, and this behaviour doesn’t go unpunished, it gets you pulled over Natasha’s lap as punishment.

Content Warnings: 18+, Explicit sexual content, BDSM themes (consensual), Power exchange, dominance & submission dynamic, Spanking/impact play, Brat taming, Safeword use, aftercare, Discipline dynamics, Emotional vulnerability, praise and reassurance, Consensual restraint, Mentions of past unsafe experiences, healing through trust, F/F/F relationship, polyamory, Use of pet names, Mild humiliation, teasing, Cursing, public teasing.

Word Count: 4.6k

Reading Time: 23 Minutes

Authors Note: Originally posted on @beekneelsformommy back in October

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The day started out reasonably normal. You and Wanda, waking up to the smell of burnt toast and fresh coffee. No matter how many times you’d both told Natasha not to put the toast on because she always managed to burn it, she never listened because she always wanted you both to wake up to something special. So she continues making toast and trying not to burn it, and failing.

You all set out for the day; you were wearing a green floral dress with a pair of white Converse shoes and yellow frilly socks. Your small black bag hung over your shoulder as you made your way to the front door.

“Change.” Natasha’s voice cut through the rustle of Wanda throwing on her coat.

“What?” Your eyebrow lifted in surprise, heart thumping in your chest, fingers tightening around the strap of your bag.

“You heard me. Change. Because I know what you’re like, you’ll be lifting that dress and teasing us both all day long, and I’m not in the mood to deal with your antics.” Natasha’s voice was firm as she pulled your bag from your shoulder.

When you returned, you were wearing the same shoes and socks, but now you had a pair of jeans and a plain white t-shirt tucked in. “Better?” You sighed, taking your bag back, eyes drifting between the two of them. Natasha, who was wearing a black pantsuit, and Wanda, who was in the same but with a scarlet blouse. Her green eyes shimmering in the morning light, her smile curved upwards, watching you with intricate detail.

The rest of the day was long and argorous, and despite you having changed to stop your teasing it did nothing, because you didn't need to lift your skirt to make them frustrated with desire.

Natasha, Wanda and yourself greeted everyone outside the meeting room: Tony Stark, Steve Rodger’s, Pepper Potts, Yelena Belova, Kate Bishop and Clint Barton. Everyone soon went in, the chatter, and the noise from outside merging into one.

You stepped forward to follow, but Wanda grabbed your wrist “Nu uh, wait.” Her voice soft, but no less terrifying.

She waited for everyone to go into the room before turning to you, and the look Natasha had given her before the door closed told you everything. They both knew too well at this point, “Sweetheart, I know what you’re like,” Wandas voice gripped you like the air you breathed, but when you didn’t look at her, she held your chin, pulling your gaze up to hers “but I’m warning you now, no teasing, not dirty texts, no under the table photos. Both Natasha and I are taking this meeting and you will listen. Understand?” Her green eyes daring you to even try and say no, and her fingers tight on your chin. “Say it baby.”

“Okay, no teasing.” You huffed. Annoyed. But an unspoken, unknown glimmer of silence radiating from your body. Wanda didn’t see it in the moment, you’d managed to keep it hidden.

“Good, now let’s go.” She whispered, her fingers leaving your chin, but her knuckles stroking the side of your face “because if you don’t, your ass will be bright red by midnight.” She tapped the side of your face with flat fingers, palm side down. “Let’s go.”

Despite Wandas warning though, you had absolutely no intention of not teasing, you had already been sending texts throughout the day when Natasha was teaching, and when Wanda took a class, and when they were talking to Yelena and Kate—the look you got in that moment could have cut glass. It still didn’t deter you.

But now you had been warned.

You followed Wanda, sitting at the opposite end of the table, phone in your hand, a smirk on your lips as Natasha started speaking. Wanda was sat next to her, legs crossed, phone beside her on the table and writing some notes as the meeting began. You could already feel the shift in the air, for as they had said—they knew you all too well.

Then the texts began. You had a small group chat just for the three of you and that in itself made this even more fun.

You: I think you should study me rather than this boring meeting.

Wandas phone vibrated on the table and despite it not being bad, you could see she was thankful it was only her and Natasha that actually saw the text.

Wanda: Detka. Cut it out.

You let another few minutes rise by, phone in your lap whilst you took your own notes on what Natasha was saying. You hated these meetings, you did struggle to focus sometimes—but having Wanda and Natasha holding these meetings definitely helped you to focus, on them at least.

After twenty minutes, you got your phone out again, eyes flickering to everyone else first, all of whom were either talking between each other, or scribbling stuff down—but when your eyes met Natasha’s, you felt the temperature in the room drop twenty degrees, she was giving you a look that said, if you dare try anymore, you will be punished. And all you could somehow think was good. Because part of you really did want to be.

You: I think the next meeting, you two should take it naked, as someone who has seen you both naked, I think I’d enjoy that the most.

Nat: I’m warning you. Stop. Now.

You frowned at the text that came through, when you looked up you saw both Wanda and Natasha looking in your direction, jaws clenched, fists tight on the table, and just as you were about to send the firework text, you heard your name—

Your head turned.

Kate Bishop was looking at you. “Hey, you okay?”

“Me? Yeah, oh yeah fine, just tired, you know how it is.” You gave a small shy smile, trying and failing to hide the flush in your cheeks.

You felt your throat tighten and you saw Wandas text flash up on your screen. Your fingers grabbed it quick before anyone could see it, and you held back a whimper when you read her words.

Wanda: Looking a little red there sweet girl, just wait till your over Nats lap later…your face won’t be the only thing burning.

“Tired?” Kate’s voice broke through the desirable fog that had you handcuffed to your phone. “Wanda and Nat keep you awake all night?”

Your head turned as fast as lightning, eyes wide as you tried to make sense of your words “N-no, I-”

“I’m teasing.” Kate raised her eyebrows at your reaction. She looked more confused than anything else, and you couldn’t ignore the fact that your reaction was ridiculous to anyone else, considering everyone knew about you, Wanda and Natasha. It wasn’t a secret, but there were parts of your relationship you didn’t want them to know.

“Right-”

Suddenly you heard Natasha calling your name, and you turned your attention to her, and saw her arms folded, pen in hand and annoyed frown on her face.

“Sorry M—sorry Nat.” God the slip, the word that almost fell out your mouth and flat in the table—thank god you’d you caught it.

“Concentrate darling, please.” Natasha despite her sometimes cutting, firm words, for you her voice always warmed, made you feel safe even when you’d been a brat all day long.

You nodded, you turned your phone over, and focussed on both of them, clinging to every word, trying to understand and asking questions when things didn’t quite make sense. You felt your legs shaking, your foot bouncing as you tried to focus, biting the end of the pen a little.

It had been forty minutes, you couldn’t concentrate anymore, so you sent the firework text.

You: Photo of your naked boobs, nipples hardened in plain sight.

You heard the sudden snap of the pencil, “Oh m-” Wandas voice, her own face keeping composure, despite the shake in her voice. Nats body language on the other hand?

Her fingers gripped the edge of the table as she leaned forward “Right! That’s it, meeting is over, same time next week. Everyone out.” Natasha’s voice was calm but like a fog horn, warning everyone if they didn’t leave right now, there would be trouble.

Sudenly the majority of the room fled, papers rustling as they were shoved into bags and chairs scraping with a sharp, piercing noise as people rushed to leave the storm about to erupt. As Kate and Yelena both left, almost in unison, they turned to you and said “good luck!” And the running footsteps were now fading into the distance as the door shut with a hurried click.

You were expecting a storm—shouting maybe, told off, maybe even having your punishment here. But instead they both took a breath and packed away carefully, each folder, book, notebook and laptops, each one handled with care.

You stood up yourself, chair scraping quietly against the ground, bag over your shoulder, shirt now hanging out of your jeans, and as Wanda and Natasha joined you, there was still nothing—like you hadn’t done anything.

“I’m not in trouble?” You asked, voice quieter than usual.

“Oh detka,” Wandas fingers gripped your chin, forcing eye contact “I warned you didn't I? Nat warned you, and you didn’t listen baby. So now, you are very much in trouble, think about if you want her hand or the new paddle? Hmm?” Wanda smirked, “you’ll be punished, just not here.”

Your stomach dropped, and your heart fluttered, a mix of realisation and excitement as the three of you walked out. But before you left the building Natasha walked up to the receptionist and handed her all three of your passes “she won’t be in for…” turning to you and then looking to Wanda with a smug smile, and back to the woman behind the desk “oh Monday at the earliest.” Natasha’s voice was soft, but underneath hid something meant especially for you.

“Okay. No problem, I’ll take her off the list, if anything changes just let me know.” The woman smiled, unaware of the thick air between the three of you.

Natasha’s hand pressed on your back, moving you away from the desk and forward towards the door, the hairs on the back on your neck were beginning to stand as her breath whispered against your skin, her lips sitting at the side of your ear “Oh baby girl, you won’t be able to sit down for a week when we’re finished with you.”

You felt every word in your bones, because when Natasha made a promise she always followed through. And as you left the building, Natasha had her palm fixed firmly to the bottom of your spine, whilst Wanda clutched your hand with her fingers intertwined and rubbing slow, small circles over the back of your hand.

“Good girl.” Wanda whispered, making you stomach flip, because she also had a way with her words—words that meant a promise, it was a warning too, a way to keep you in check, to keep you safe and cared for, protected, and humbled too, but that didn’t mean you were not deserving of punishment.

Especially not after today. You had been a brat, Natasha knew it, Wanda knew it but most of all you knew it, and it made your stomach clench, because you knew exactly what would happen as soon as you stepped through the front door of the house.

“I-” you tried but you were instantly cut off as you slipped into the back seat of the car.

Natasha driving, Wanda in the passanger seat, and her words came through firm but not unkind. “No. You wanting to Brat all day, sending us photos, telling us how wet you were going to make me and Wanda, and now, you better be dry when I check you detka. You better not be getting turned on by the thought of your ass turning into a the colour of a strawberry.” Natasha sighed, tapping her hand against the steeering wheel as she drove down the dim lit street, her eyes met yours in the rearview mirror, they were soft, stern, but in the evening light they fell on you like fireflies in the dark.

The drive back home was thick with excitement, dred and anticipation.

The moment the engine finaly went silent, Natasha unbuckled her own belt, twisting her body round and turning to you, her hand on the back of Wanda’s seat, her chin resting on her own shoulder. “Now, have you made a decision?”

“Umm, I think, your hand please, maybe the paddle next week.” You frowned, a little shily, but with a small look of mischiviousness in your eye.

“Oh? Are you planning on brating again?” Natasha asks, her voice think with amusement and an almost daringness, to see how far you really would be willing to go.

You shake your head. “No, never.” you tried, half heartedly, but it was no use really “besides, I thought you liked it when I bratted, sending you both photos of my boobs when you’re in the middle of meetings.”

Despite her best effort of hiding it, you spotted the way Wanda turned her head away from you, covering her mouth with her palm and holding back a small snigger. Because you all knew it, that they did indeed love it when you brated, only slightly, and only sometimes, despite Natasha and Wanda pretending otherwise. It wasn’t there favourite thing you did, not even close, but they would never say no to you, because brating told them everything they needed to know, that you needed to feel something more than the usual scenes, you were asking them without saying the words.

The moment you entered the cinnamon, vanilla and pumpkin scented house, the air was gathering within. Natasha was quick, removing your bag from your shoulder, hanging it up with her and Wanda’s bags. The sound of coats rustling together, you watched them both, swallowing hard as you waited for what was to come next.

“Shoes.” Natasha said it matter of factly, and you slipped your feet out of your converse shoes, along with your socks too, placing them inside the shoes. Wanda took them and placed them next to her own on the rack, but Natasha kept hers on. She always did when you were in a scene or when she felt she needed to show not just tell her domminance with you.

“Upstairs now.” Wandas voice came, walking towards you, her finger and thumb gripping, tilting your chin up towards her. “You were warned, were you not moya lyubov'? Don’t look so regretfull now darling girl.” Wanda turned her head to Natasha, speaking almost like you weren’t there or like her hand wasn’t still on your chin “Check her now, or upstairs Nat?”

“Oh, I already know she’s soaked at the mere thought of what’s about to happen to that little bottom of hers, I think she can wait.” Natasha smirked, stepping forward watching you over Wanda’s shoulder, eyes almost digging a hole into your very soul. The way she could always see right through you “upstairs now.”

You nodded, swoling hard as you made your way towards the steps, the usual softness of the hardwood steps gone with the electricity that was now stirring up your body. Wanda’s hand on your shoulder, pushing you forward and each step seeming steeper until you reached the top. The warmth of the grey carpet touching your bare feet, and once inside the bedroom, you walked towards the bed, bending at the knees to sit down but Wanda caught your wrist stopping you from going any further and pulling you back to a standing position.

“No. You know you don’t sit.” Wanda’s face was stern, and not as soft as usual, but despite that you saw the way her face melted a little, just for you—then Natasha entered. Her laugh was just above a whisper, eyes directly to Wanda’s hand wrapped around your skin and her tongue clicking three times at the view.

Suddenly the atmosphere shifted, and you were right in the middle of it, waiting for yourself to slip up, to do or say something that would earn you a different punishment. You always tried to be good even when you had brated, because the need to be good overpowered anything else, getting that praise when you had done everything you had been told to with in that scene made your stomach flutter.

“Oh Detka, do not tell me you tried to sit down before your punishment.” Natasaha asked, with a knowing smirk. You swallowed, watching her gaze follow you, even as you tried to turn away, but Wanda had her fingers back on your chin, guiding your face back to look at Nat.

“Be a good girl now.” Wanda whispered almost seductively into the low of your ear.

You looked up at Nats waiting green eyes, held your breath before you spoke “I- it was automatic-”

“Stop with the excuses. You know better.” She shook her head, door closing behind her with a click, her eyes straight back to you as she turned from the door “Now first things first,” Natasha took a small breath, arms folded “what colour are you at?” She asked, focus fully on you, waiting for an honest answer.

“Green. I promise. It's green.” You nodded, trying not to smile too much, giving away you're enthusiasm.

“And what do you do if that changes?” Wandas grip turned your head back to her.

“I-I tell you, or Nat, I say orange if I need to slow down, or am uncomfortable, but if - if I need to stop then I say red.”

Nat steps forward now, her knuckles grazing the side of your cheek “and I will stop. We Will stop. No questions, okay?”

You nodded. They did this every scene, and you were still relatively new to the BDSM scene, so when they first began actually taking your care and needs and boundaries not just into consideration but as rule—it did come as a shock. Your first experience in the community was not a good or safe one, but the need for this, with the right people, was something you had never felt with anything else before. It wasn’t just a want, it was a need that lived in the very core of who you were as a person.

“Good girl.” Nat smiled, watching the way your eyes light up at her soft words, and the way you eyes followed her as she stepped round you and Wanda, positioning herself on the end of the bed, smoothing her black pants over before curling a finger up at you, but your face turned to Wanda.

“Nu uh. Don’t look to Mommy for help. Come here. Now.” Nats voice was unmoveable, her eyes fixed on you.

“Yes Mistress.” You padded your way over to her, each step felt more exhilarating and daunting than the last. You’d asked for this, you needed this, so why does it always make you so nervous? Or maybe that was the point to make you nervous. Because right now it wasn’t the spanking that you were apprehensive about, it was the fact your panties were wet and sticky, and Wanda and Nat would be able to see right away.

You stood at the edge of the bed, fingers twisting in the hem of your top, waiting, knowing—

Then you felt Wanda, her fingers cupping your face from behind, guiding your face up to hers and planting a kiss right on your lips, electing a small moan from the back of your throat. Your eyes suddenly went wide, feeling Nats fingers unbutton your jeans, and gradually finding her fingers check between your thighs.

The sigh that came from Natasha was disappointment. “Wet.” You parted lips from Wanda, turning back to Nat, who was licking her fingers slowly from the taste of you and it made your knees almost buckle at the sight.

“Well, well, does the thought of me spanking you turn you on?” Nat sucked the last of you of her fingers slowly and with reverence “don’t deny it baby, you’re soaked, even after we told you not to get wet.” Natasha hummed, tracing her finger over the side of cheek, making your heart beat faster with each touch against your warming skin.

“I, I didn't mean to.” you mumbled, looking down and feeling vunnerable as Natasha chuckled, looking towards Wanda.

“Oh I know sweetheart, that’s what makes this so fun.” Natashas eyes glimmered as she and Wanda focussed on each other for a moment, a silence and unspoken words that were defeaning. Wanda had a grip on your shoulder, and in the next moment she moved you forward and bent you over Natasha’s lap—the heat between your thighs growing with anticipation.

You were dripping. There was no denying it.

You felt your shirt ride up as your stomach touched Natasha’s thigh, you pulse quickning, but a small hint of mischive lay behind your eyes—but Natasha was quick, too quick, her hand was in your hair, grabbing and pulling your head back so your eyes met “Oh sweet girl, I see that smirk, but listen to me when I say this, you are going to beg me to paint that ass of yours, you’re going to beg me to make you fall apart.” Natashas smile stayed on her face, watching as the heat grew up your neck, waiting for you to respond—you finally nodded.

“Yes Mistress.” You found yourself looking away as Natasha’s grip in your hair released.

“Do you want them fully off or just a little?” Wanda asked, kneeling behind you as you made yourself more comfortable over Nastash’s thighs.

“Oh, good question,” she looked to you, leaving the air thick between you and then turning back to Wanda with a twitch of her lips “she’s not going to be hiding after what she pulled today. Fully off.” Natasha crooned, tucking another strand of hair behind your ear. The feel of Natashas hand on you skin gave you a kind of calm, a warmth that helped to remind you that you were safe in her arms, that if you needed to stop she would do so immediatley—but you did not want to stop.

You could feel the air in the room tighten a little more around you, the smile creeping onto Wandas lips was one that was full of excitement and power over you in this moment. She slowly perched behind you on her heels “Stay still detka,” and her fingers tucked into the waist band of your jeans, she pulled gently, eliciting a small whimper from your lips. Wanda let out a small amused chuckled as she pulled your jeans from your feet and popped them behind Natasha on the bed.

Natasha gave the back of your thigh a quick slap, not hard, just a reminder as you wimpered again, “Hush now, patience sweet girl, we’ve not even started yet.”

And you knew she was right, she was always unrelenting when it came to your punishment, and you couldn’t deny the anticipation and excitement that was taking over your body. Wanda then slipped her finger under the waistband of your lilac pantines—she pulled forcefully, pulling them from your waist, down your thighs, over your ankles and feet, she placed them ontop of your jeans and your face flushed instantly, expecting them to point out how useless you were at keeping yourself together and following directions.

“Oh look at this,” Wanda couldn’t help but tease, she always did, her hand pressed on yout thighs spreading your legs apart “look at this little mess, leaking all over Mistress’s pants, she won’t be happy with yout darling.” Wanda sliped her fingers through your wet folds, she then held her fingers up above you. You turned your head eyes foccussing on her slick covered skin, you just closed your eyes and turned away whilst Wanda slipped her fingers into Natasha mouth allowing her another taste of you, whilst you lay bare assed over her lap, with them drawing out the time before she painted your ass with her hand.

The moan that came out from Natasha, made your own thighs twitch and your stomach twist as you attempted to stop yourself coming just from the noise.

“Oh look at you, already begging for me and Mommy, so needy, so pathetic,” Natasha tilted her head, pressing her palm to one of your ass cheeks and squeezing slightly, pulling a small squeaak from between your lips “Oh, aren’t you adorable, I bet you thought I’d be gentle, thought I’d go slow and be soft, well sweet girl, prepare yourself. I’m not going to be gentle in the slightest.” Natasha’s hand began to stoke over your bare ass.

Natasha waited until Wanda was crouched on her other side facing you. Wanda took your hands into her own, her thumbs rubbing your knuckles, and before you could even prepare yourself—

SMACK.

Natasha’s hand came down fast and hard against your ass, the sting instant, the sound reverbirating around the room and you knew she was far from done. This was only the beginning, the next few hit followed quickly, the stinging buzzing around your ass.

“Good girl.” Wanda murmured, keeping her eyes entirely on you as Natasha bought her hand down again. The sting stronger this time, as her hand hit the same cheek.

“This is for teasing me and Mommy all day.”

SMACK.

“This is for being a brat.”

SMACK.

“This is for making mommy almost moan in the meeting.”

Her hand came down again, again, and again. Hard. Fast. Each smack making your ass burn like a hundred tiny needles. You felt it, each one. Your ass was beginning to bloom into the colour of red roses. You didn’t need to look to know how red it was. You were holding back your whines, knowing that would earn you more time laying here over her lap with a punished backside.

“Not so tough now are we?” Nat crooned, her hand pressing more into the bottom of your spine to stop you from wiggling. “Stop moving, or this will hurt more than I want it to.” Nat wasn’t being mean, she was being protective, because despite all of you loving this and needing this, she didn’t want to hurt you without your consent to do so.

SMACK. SMACK. SMACK.

Her hand came down in quick succession, making you wimper as each hit landed against your blistering skin. Your fingers digging into Wandas firm plams. Her hand then took your chin between her fingers forcing you keep your eyes on her, as Natasha continued.

“Sweet girl, if only you’d have behaved. Hmm? You look so pathetic like this, but mommy’s got you, and you know the more you brat, that the chance of you ending up here is always more than likely going to happen.” Wandas voice was soft, despite the undertones of the teasing—and somehow, just like always, it eased you, and the breath you had been holding was let out.

SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK.

You couldn’t help the whimpers that continued as Natasha’s hand met your stinging skin, the pain began to blur as you squeezed Wandas hand, each hit, and your eyes stayed on Wanda, she wouldn’t let you look away for a second, even if you had wanted to.

After another batch of smacks, Natasha finally stopped, her own breath caught in her throat as her hand gently rubbed over your punished skin, and your own breathing conjoining with hers.

The air was quiet, aside from the heavy breathing of yourself and Natasha, you both needed a moment before either of you spoke or moved again.

“Next time sweet girl, maybe you’ll think twice about teasing us all day long.” Natasha ran her fingers through the back of your hair, as you let your head fall to her thigh—her words came more as a dare than a warning, and with that in your mind you knew next time, you would tease them for longer.

“Up.” Natasha’s voice coaxed you out of your haze and you moved quickly, knees and thighs shaking as the two of them held you up right “bath or do you want to rest first?”

“Rest.” You whispered, feeling both of them with you, carrying you into bed and surrounded, by the love and care of their bodies and souls, knowing you were about to be given the aftercare that you deserved and needed. Your skin was raw and blistered, and you could feel the redness on each cheek as you lay against sheets, the sting was strong but settling, your head was against Natasha’s chest and your ankles sitting over Wandas thighs.

You were safe. Content. Happy.

This was exactly where you wanted to be.

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