You honestly thought that by now, you would have learned how to shut up and take it like a good girl.
That’s what you thought a couple of weeks ago when you were first propositioned with this relationship. That’s what she told you that she expected from you. That’s what she told you that she needed from you. That, if this were to happen, you would need to learn to be a little quieter. You would need to learn how to take orders- her orders- a little better. That you would need to be a good girl. A really good girl.
And a little less messy too. You can’t be holding up your boss by having to clean up her office every time she brings you back here in the middle of your shift. You’ll back up things for the both of you if that keeps happening.
But it does. It does keep happening. You keep being a little too loud. You keep being a little too disobedient. And you keep being a little messy. And yet…
“What am I going to do with you…hm?”
You’re still hers.
You angle your head towards her, blinking up at her as tears well in the corner of your eyes. She hired you as a receptionist for her clinic just a couple months ago. You were just so thrilled that at the prospect of finally landing a job with decent pay and a boss that doesn’t hate you that you didn’t realize to what extent your boss didn’t hate you. It wasn’t until you found yourself lying on your back on the bed she has in the office with your legs up in the air and your skirt bunched up to your waist after closing time did it finally occurred to what all those looks she gave you meant. You were never the best with subtle signs.
Luckily, having your boss rip your tights, pull your panties to the side, and lick at your slit until you’re squeezing your thighs around her head and cumming directly into her awaiting mouth is far from the subtlest of signs.
But it was that night- it was that encounter that led you to this moment. Bent over the desk with your skirt once bunched up around your waist. A familiar position- right down to the fact that she had busted out the handcuffs to keep you from squirming too much and had shoved your panties in your mouth to keep you from getting too loud. She only pulled you back here to have some fun in between her scheduled patients. That means, at any time someone could walk in. Someone could walk in and see that you’re missing from your usual desk where you would greet all the patients and get them signed in. Someone could come a little early for an appointment. Someone could step inside, hoping to be a walk-in.
And you’d be none the wiser. All because you were too busy trying to be your boss’ good, good girl.
“Mmm…you know how I get when you wear this skirt,” Dr. Takemi purrs from behind you. You couldn’t help but flinch as her cool palm set itself lightly against your backside. The flesh is sore and heated and tinted red- signs of the many spankings and slaps she had just delivered seconds prior. Still, you will yourself not do anything except let the little whine building in the back of your throat escape through. If you’re good, she’ll be a little nicer. She’ll let you clean up the mess dripping down your thighs and might even rub that healing ointment across your skin so it doesn’t hurt as much when you go to sit back at your desk. But that’s only if you’re good. “I let you get away with too much. Don’t I, sweetheart?”
And if she chooses to be nice to you.
As she finishes her sentence, you spot her hand rising up quickly. But the action happens so fast that you don’t even have time to brace yourself as another spank lands itself across your left cheek. You cry out, your sound barely muffled from the fabric shoved in your mouth, as you tense up in response. The cuffs secured around your wrists don’t allow you to get too far comfortable, and you’re stuck listening to them rattle as you helplessly turn your gaze back towards Dr. Takemi.
She’s no longer standing behind you, in full, proud view as she towers over your bent form in her heels. Instead, you could just barely see her as she dropped to her knees and narrowed her dark brown eyes at your body, watching intently as your hips swayed side to side, powerless against the pain. A second later, you feel a pair of lips press against where her hands had made contact with the sensitive, heated skin of your backside. Almost as if she was apologizing for her earlier actions.
Still, any contact, no matter how small, sets small jolts of pain and ache and surprising amounts of pleasure. It inspires conflicting feelings in you. It makes you dizzy and makes your legs shake. It makes you want to tug these stupid cuffs off and rush away from the feeling. But it also makes you determined to stay. Determined to show her that you can shut up and take it. That you could be her good girl. The good girl she always asks you to be.
But at the moment, she doesn’t seem to care about whatever is going through your head as she presses more and more kisses against your skin- determined to get her fix. She only breaks away to occasionally slap and grab at your flesh once more, taking softly and seductively it jiggles directly in front of her face. You could only vaguely hear the words she murmured from about you from behind. Comments about how slutty you dressed today. Comments about how noisy you are for her. Comments about just how wet you are right now.
Comments about how she has half a mind to clear her schedule and just take you properly on the bed.
But you know she wouldn’t. You know you’re not lucky enough. You know she’s not dumb or uncaring enough to do that to all her afternoon patients. Still, a girl could dream. You could dream. You could dream about being taken off the clock just to spend the next couple of hours with your eyes rolled back in pleasure as your boss took care of everything. You could dream about the cuffs coming off and the lips trailing a little too close to your pussy finally taking the plunge and wrapping themselves around your clit. You could dream about this. You could dream about all this and more if you just had the chance.
Or you could just shut up. You could shut up and take it like a good girl you’re supposed to be You could shut up and take it like the piece of ass your boss hired you to be. You could. You would. Or, at the very least, you could try your best. Because even when you’re a little too loud or disobedient or messy for her taste, you’re still hers.
limbless Dream and Kubby. Dream and Kubby love Bluey. we wanna be limbless baby... a lot of us. we're a system full of littles and alters with limb dysphoria - blurry art
