"Good." Garnet finally moves from her place, shifting closer to Pearl, kneeling at her side. She looks her over, the bruises she left on her neck, the pinkness of her skin where Garnet handled her with rough hands, the redness of her ass and thighs. Garnet has left her marks all over Pearl, and Pearl has enjoyed every single one. Even though that was not their purpose, Garnet quite enjoys the thought.

"Good," she repeats, as she brings her hands to Pearl's shoulders, wet fingers moving down Pearl's back, to her waist. "For your last punishment." There, she presses them more firmly, just slightly, to make her next order clear. "I want you to open your legs and move your hips against the carpet."