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“I have more important things to do, Hilda. Much more important than wasting my time when we have machines to do this for us.”
“There isn’t much that I find more important than you.” Hilda’s voice was gentle, carefully measured— she knew that Zelda was sassing back at her because she was desperate for some sort of punishment, wanted some sort of finality to the inner turmoil that plagued her. “And making you squirm with uncomfortable anticipation is entirely self-serving, the naughty brat you are.”
Zelda let out a small noise of embarrassment at the way her panties were already surely soaked, lips pursed into a thin line while she diligently dried the dishes.
“Has work been good, love?” Hilda kept her tone light — knew it only served to annoy Zelda more, but she was desperate to know the root of this sudden craving for punishment.
Zelda had woken that morning in a mood, always on her rare days off, partly because it gave them enough time in an empty house to deal with the frustration, but also because the weight of her new role came crashing down on her when she had a free moment to breathe. It was a routine of sorts that they had fallen into — she would wake and pick fights until Hilda was frustrated enough to break, to let Zelda sit in that uncomfortable guilt until she saw fit to punish her, would be a mushy puddle of sated happiness and renewed energy by the time Ambrose and Sabrina returned home.
“It isn’t bad.” She cleared her throat, eyes glazing over as she rubbed at the same spot on a dish. “But it isn’t good.”
“You’re doing such a good job, such a bright witch. And so maternal, too.”
Zelda blushed under the praise, felt her stomach flip. All she had ever wanted was to be recognized and appreciated — gave her entire life to her religion and coven and it felt so thankless that it made her reconsider her life choices on a daily basis — and the gentle smile playing on Hilda’s lips was enough to tell her that yes, she was doing a good job.
“You stepped up when there was a need, took care of our coven and our children when you were needed most.” Hilda was watching her with a narrowed gaze, watched the way she rubbed at the last dish to prolong the uncomfortable silence. “Now let me take care of you, Zelds. Would that be alright, love?”
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