pairing: sub!winter x femdom!reader
Pierrot's note: Aaaah what draws me the most to sub!winter is how clingy and obedient she is toward the reader. She happily does everything reader order, almost like a lovely pet — and maybe she really is a spoiled little kitty who loves being taken care of and fucked.
Since she enjoys following orders so much i think it makes perfect sense for her and the reader to have met in a more formal setting. Winter could be something like the reader's maid or someting, who finds herself growing increasingly attached to her boss, developing feelings that go far beyond what she ever should have felt for her. This sounds so delicious.
You had always been a very busy woman, working hard to support yourself without having to rely on anyone else. Since taking care of the house consumed time that could otherwise be spent making money or simply enjoying your free time, you decided to hire a maid based on the recommendation of a close friend.
You ended up hiring a young woman who was both polite and trustworthy. She is called "Winter", which suits her appearence surprisingly well.
From the very first day, you found her company genuinely pleasant. She could be a little clumsy at times, making occasional mistakes, but nothing that a brief scolding from you couldn't fix. In fact, she seemed unusually sensitive to your presence. Whenever you spoke a little too high, she looked as though she might burst into tears at any moment.
The thing was that, as time went on, it almost seemed like she was making certain mistakes on purpose just to see how you would react. More than anything, she seemed to enjoy it when you were firm with her — especially when that firmness was accompanied by a touch of kindness.
The incidents ranged from accidentally dropping silverware onto the floor, earning her nothing more than a firm look in her direction, she would immediately shrink back like a pet that had just heard its owner raise their voice at them. Then there were the times she would show up to work with her uniform hopelessly wrinkled, and you'd respond by running your hands over the fabric along her figure under the flimsy excuse that you were simply helping smooth it out.
No one was naive enough to not suspect where these playful little games were eventually transforming to.
Then, one day, the pretty maid came into your office carrying a bottle of expensive wine. As she poured the drink into your glass, she accidentally spilled some of it onto your partially unbuttoned shirt, staining the exposed skin between your breasts and across your stomach.
Goodness, you looked absolutely furious.
You took the wine bottle from her hands and made her kneel on the floor. Her eyes seemed to light up when she saw you removing your own shirt.
"Are you really this stupid, or are you just pretending? There's no way someone can keep making mistakes this many times."
Your voice was sharp as you grabbed a handful of Winter's blonde hair, though not hard enough to truly hurt her.
"I think you need a different kind of punishment. Look at what you've done."
You pulled her face closer to your wine-soaked body until her chin brushed against your skin.
"You're going to clean this up properly, just like you always do. But this time, just to make sure you finally learn your lesson, you're going to clean it with your tongue."
She started by licking near the waistband of your pants, drinking the wine directly from your skin before slowly making her way upward to the space between your breasts. All the while, she looked up at you with eyes full of desire.
She seemed dazed, though not from the alcohol. It was something else entirely that had gone to her head. She continued tracing her tongue over your skin, letting out soft whimpers.
"Such a whore. You're lucky that you're so pretty. If it were anyone else, they'd have been out on the street by now."
Once she had finished cleaning the spilled drink, you grabbed her by the hair again and pulled her upright. Then you turned her around, leaving her bent over the office desk with her backside facing you.
You ran a hand over her ass, giving the soft skin a firm squeeze, and she let out a quiet moan in response.
"I think you need a more physical kind of punishment as well."
Then you gave her a light yet firm slap, barely more than a test to see how she would react. She let out a loud moan and immediately began to cry.
You might have stopped right there, feeling sorry for her, if Winter hadn't pushed herself back toward you, swaying her hips in your direction — a clear sign that she had enjoyed it.
"You little slut. You're nothing but a brainless slut who deserves to have her ass turned bright red."
You were hitting her harder now, counting each hit in your head. The other girl only moaned and cried, so beautiful and weak. Vulnerable.
"I'm sorry, i didn't mean to... Ah~"
She apologized between slaps and moans, but it was useless trying to reason with you now. By that point, it was already far too late.
After ten smacks, five on each side, you took a moment to look at her face. It was wet with tears, her lips swollen and red from the bites she'd given herself.
In the end, you couldn't resist. You crashed your lips against hers, and she accepted the kiss as though it were a blessing. Her hands slid across your back, lightly scratching your skin.
When you finally pulled apart, her lips remained slightly parted as she waited for more. You smiled and composed yourself.
"I think that's enough, don't you?"
You picked up your shirt and informed the girl that you were going to take a shower. Then you ordered Winter to clean up the rest of the mess and come speak with you after dinner.
The poor girl cleaned up everything with a knot of worry in her stomach. She couldn't stop imagining what might happen next. Maybe you were going to fire her. Maybe you were going to make some indecent proposition. Or even worse, you would tell people she was the kind of shameless woman who slept with her bosses for money.
If that happened, her reputation and everything she had worked so hard to build would be ruined.
Fortunately, nothing bad happened. Quite the opposite, in fact.
You invited her to dinner at a five-star restaurant both had never been to before — one you was saving for the day you could share it with someone truly special.
The truth was that the two of you cared deeply for each other. To her, you were much more than just the attractive boss she had a crush on, you were the person she loved. And she was far more than a simply another pleasant company you wanted to keep around.
It didn't take long before the two of you started dating.
Even after she stopped being your maid, she insisted on continuing to clean the house and cook for you. Because of that, she often received gifts from you. After all, you didn't want her doing all that work without any form of compensation. It was her decision, though, and you chose to respect it, but now she deserved more than just a salary.
Sometimes she would put on her maid uniform again just to tease you while cleaning around the house, doing her chores in a way that was far too suggestive. She had even shortened the skirt so the curve of her body, and especially her ass, would peek out whenever she bent down to clean something on the floor in front of you.
Of course, you never missed an opportunity to correct her behavior
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