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25. My muse spanks your muse.

It had been three days. She had barely heard ten words from him in three days. He was at his piano the whole time, pouring over a new piece he was composing. She loved to hear him play. But she could sense his frustration with things not coming out the way he wanted them to. Rule one; do not overwork yourself.

They hadn’t gotten to a point yet where one of them had broken a rule bad enough to actually be punished. But she was sure this qualified. She mulled it over for a few minutes as she listened to him play from the other room, and finally, she stood up and made her way over to him.

She took the pencil from his hand grabbed his arm gently, “Up.” Her voice was calm, and steady. She hadn’t had to take that tone with him yet. She guided him over to the side of the piano and undid the fly on his pants, pushing them down along with his boxers before pushing them down to his knees and pushing him gently, a cue to bend over the instrument. She lifted her hand and let it fall, a resounding slap filling the room, 

“What’s rule number one, Henrik?”

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"Come sit in my lap, pet." [ personal assistant verse ]

Penny grinned, crawling across the couch to Cami. She swung one leg over, straddling the other woman’s lap, “Like this?”

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The feel of her squirming at the movement of each spank. She knew Penny didn’t like pain and so Cami did her best to ensure that it wasn’t too painful. Nothing to the point that would leave a mark or harm the woman. That was against everything she was about and who she was. The moment number six happened she felt her gasp and her pleading voice as Cami reached over and leaned against her ear.

Her breath was warm against her ear as she spoke up. “You know I can’t sweetie. I don’t want to do this but I have to, for your own good. I am sorry to do this, but it must be done. That’s another four more for speaking out of term and for making a sound. You’ve been quite naughty dear.” She reached over to her bottom, letting her hand rub along her backside before starting the swats again. She ran her hand over her bottom each time, giving her each chance to speak against this or even use the safeword.

At first the sting was mostly that of humiliation. The remorse she felt about breaking the rules again. But now this real sting was starting to take hold. She didn’t like it, but this was punishment, and she knew she wasn’t supposed to. She relished in that. The lack of control she had over the situation at hand. She had trusted Cami to give over control, and this was part of that. 

She shuddered at the sound and feel of Cami’s hot breath against her skin. A sigh nearly escaped her when Cami gently ran her hand across her skin, but then it started again. She counted still, careful to bite her tongue against the sounds of protest wanting to leave her lips. Until Cami got to seventeen, and she let out a pitiful whine.

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A young woman needing a job. That was what this was first, just her finding a secretary to help keep her affairs in order. Running a huge research industry for psychology required plenty of upkeep to help everyone they could. But things evolved as they got to know each other and now, well, Cami didn’t regret a moment.

She watched her drape herself over her lap as Cami admired the lovely shape of her body, how each curve and line gave off beauty to the girl. She reached over to let her fingers run along her spine and down to her bottom before looking at Penny who was looking at her over her shoulder. “Two hours and twenty minutes. So that would be fourteen swats. Oh, and don’t forget dear, don’t make a sound. Except for counting.” Camille said as she ran her hand along her smooth bottom before letting her hand make contact with her skin in a clear slap. Of course Cami didn’t work with extreme pain, there was nothing sensual about that. But this, after clear discussion between the two, was something Penny liked and Camille didn’t mind it.

She waited until she heard her counting before continuing the series of spanking, while her other hand ran along her spine, mixing a small line of pleasure with her spankings.

Penny tried not to squirm. But it wasn’t as thought she particularly liked being punished. Though it may seem that way. Sometimes she just felt so restless. Sometimes she needed this to ground her. But she never really enjoyed it. She never liked making Cami do this. And she certainly didn’t like the pain, no matter how little pain it was. Not that Cami went easy on her, per se. It did hurt.

Somewhere around six, Cami’s hand came down just a little harder than the time before, and in a now overly sensitive spot, and Penny forgot the rules, forgot the consequences. She gasped loudly, “I’m sorry, please---”

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Camille could hear the rustling as she moved quickly and without Penny seeing she had a smile. IT was clear that Penny wanted this and determined not to make her way. Part of Cami would always give Penny what she wanted, this whole trade off had been started at Penny’s request once they knew each other. And Camille didn’t regret one minute meeting the girl. The smile fell as she turned around to see Penny waiting as she walked toward her once more.

Only the sound of her heels on the ground as she stepped behind the girl and brushed her hair away from her face and placed her hands on her shoulders. She then urged her forward toward the bed before stopping and sitting down on the edge. “You know what to do sweetheart.” She said as she waited for Penny to react accordingly.

Penny still couldn’t believe the luck she’d struck when she walked into Cami’s company asking for a job. Any job. And they’d given her a personal assistant job. It was like a movie sometimes, the way things played out, but Penny wouldn’t have it any other way.

She watched as Cami sat on the edge of the bed and the excitement within her grew. Cami was so good at deciphering what Penny needed. She draped herself across the other woman’s lap, legs spread, upper body falling across the bed beside Cami. She didn’t dare to speak. Not unless she was asked a direct question. But she chanced a glance over her shoulder.

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At any moment, at anytime Penny could stop this with a single word. Camille saw her shaking, knowing she held a bit of anticipation for what was going to happen, so Camille would purposely draw this out. She lifted her chin to look straight up at her and gave a nod of her head. “Very late. And I think I need to teach you a lesson. You know the rules.” Camille moved her hand along her neck and held her eyes. “I only do this for your own good. Now,” Camille said as she slipped away and turned to walk away toward her to gaze out the window.

“Undress entirely, and hair down while I continue to think of your punishment.” She said, looking over her shoulder. “And don’t make me wait too much longer. I’ve been waiting for two hours and eighteen minutes now.” Cami already knew what she would do, but she was teasing Penny with the idea of what might happen.

She was quick to obey this time.The faster she got to the part she had been waiting for, the better. He clothes were discarded with care into the hamper in the closet, and her hair was taken down. She didn’t want to make Cami wait any longer. 

She ran through what Cami could be planning in her head while she stood waiting, hands behind her back, eyes trained on the floor. She could be good now. She was already getting what she was craving.

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Camille’s foot tapped on the ground. She had stripped off her suit jacket and left it in her room as she stepped through the house of hers. Of course, everything was a game, but they had been playing it for so long it was ingrained now, and rules were rules. She knew how much Penny loved to break them and she enjoyed giving her what she wanted. So it seemed Penny really wanted something by leaving the house for so long. She glanced at her watch as it was ten seventeen pm when the open and closed. So she sat on the bed with her legs and arms crossed waiting for her.

“Your late.” She said when Penny lowered her gaze. “Look at me sweetheart.” She said as she stood up and walked toward her in her high heels and placed her hand under her chin to look up at her. “Tell me what time it is.”

Penny shuddered at the nickname, hearing her high heels click across the floor. She waiting in her spot, nearly shaking with anticipation. She had to admit, she asked for this. She wanted to be good, of course. But sometimes she needed a specific type of attention. And she knew how to get it. But this time, being this late, really was an accident. Though, she wasn’t going to use that for an excuse. Cami wouldn’t accept it.

“Ten Seventeen.” She said quietly, a clear repentant tone in her voice, “I’m really late. I know. I’m sorry.”

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@camille-o-connell

She didn’t know why she was being so quiet. The curfew rule was one she had broken before, and every single time, Cami had been up waiting for her. Of course, those times, Penny had only been half an hour late, tops. She glanced at the clock on her phone and cursed under her breath. She was exactly two hours and seventeen minutes late. Cami was going to be mad.

She took her shoes off in the entrance hall, tiptoeing up the stairs for god knows what reason. She knew what she would see when she opened their bedroom door. She knew she would be caught. She steeled herself and opened the bedroom door, eyes falling on Cami first, and then falling to the floor.

“Hi---”

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@consequentson

Dylan was just stepping off the elevator when another walked into him – he faltered, of course, pausing to apologize even if he wouldn’t of thought it was necessary to look right  around the corner stepping out of an elevator.

“S’okay,”  Dylan said, offering a faint, brief smile.  Looking just over the woman’s shoulder, he saw a sign with the word pediatrics on it. “Oh, shi– shoot,” he mumbled, as a child wandered by with a parent, an IV drip attached.  He was on the wrong floor… or maybe in the wrong wing.  Good thing he was pretty early to pick Emma up from her tests – he’d had a bad feeling he was gonna get himself lost in here, as he hadn’t had the time to check things out in advance, far as where he had to go.  He looked back towards the woman that’d bumped into him, noticing the guitar strapped around her shoulder for the first time. “Ahh – sorry… d’you perform here?”  he asked, hoping if she did, she probably knew the hospital pretty well.

She watched as the child walked by with his mother, a look of sadness crossing her face for just a moment before she finally got that stupid strap back into her backpack.

She nodded as she swung the bag back over her right shoulder, gripping the strap tightly so it wouldn’t fall. “I come once a week and play and sing for the kids.” She said. She loved what she did. She never felt better than those moments when she could watch their pale little faces light up with wonder as she played. She loved her kids, even if they weren’t really hers. “I’m a musical therapist. What brings you to the pediatrics wing?”

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thats kinky (from Henrik)

She’d been testing him all day. He was so patient. But the look on his face just now said he was losing a little of that. She eyed him for a moment quietly. They were still so new to this, and she thought that maybe he wasn’t getting the hint. She was doing it on purpose. She wanted to see what he was capable of. She wanted to be punished.

“Spank me.”

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Henrik’s response only seemed to push Penny further. Despite being a switch, she’d never been a very good submissive. Always testing, pushing, never doing what she was told. She wrapped her hand around him tighter, pressing gentle kisses along his neck and jaw. She wanted his attention. And she would have it.

“Oh, come on. Work later.”

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Retrieving the stake, Sebastian stood to face the girl, eyes narrowing as she claimed to not be the young witch he’d met only twice. Seb was too good with faces, with fact, to think he had the wrong girl. Though, judging by her reply, clearly she knew who it was he had believed her to be.

“Not Davina. Sure, you’re just a girl who looks identic…” There had been vague mention of Davina having a sister, though no other details had been provided. “Identical. Huh. And they say twins is never the answer.” The comment wasn’t really for her, but in regards to a man back home in London. One who thrived on detective work.

“Right, well, I’m sure you did have it all under control. You are armed, right?”

Honestly, Penny was probably never going to get tired of the look on people’s faces when they realized there were two of them. It would really never fail to amuse her, she laughed quietly, scuffing her foot on the ground, “Well, in this case, twins is definitely the answer. I’m Penny. The pathetic, non-magic wielding human half.”

She frowned, a bit of a guilty expression coming across her features. Davina had told her countless times that if she was going to be out and about alone, she needed to be armed. New Orleans was dangerous, she was fragile, blah blah blah. She forgot.

“I mean, I have a gun thing that shoots wooden things like that? Is it on me currently? No.”

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Henrik slid into the seat across from her with a smile. “Of course, they don’t like that switches could be either or.”

“A happy medium would be great. And would probably make things a lot more interesting then one carrying the role of dominant and the other being more submissive,” he spoke before grabbing the menu that laid on the table. “What’s good here? I’ve actually never ate here before.”

The more he spoke, the more Penny was actually starting to like him. She might even ask him if he wanted to meet up again after this. That hadn’t happened at all yet for her. 

She pointed at the menu in his hands, “Their burgers are the best in town, I swear.”

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He took the door she opened from her, letting her walk in first. He was a gentleman, he would always be a gentleman. He was glad someone understood him. Having chemistry was one of the things that turned Henrik on most. Though he would never tell people that.

“It’s the way things are ran these days,” he said looking down at her, “I think it’s because of that fact that they matched us. Maybe matching us together would make one be more submissive and the other more dominant. Or maybe they have lost their minds.”

“A way to control the switches, very good theory.” Penny laughed as she took a seat in a booth by the window.

“It might not, though.” He did have a good point. Eventually, if they were to officially be paired, one of them may take over as the Dominant of the relationship. It was entirely possible. But there were other ways for them to do things, too. ”Maybe instead, we’d be that one weird relationship where no one is more Dominant and in control than the other. A sort of happy medium, maybe.”