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Pearl's reactions are encouraging. Everything about Pearl is wonderfully warm and responsive. She's already this far gone and Garnet has only slapped her a few times. She wonders just how pink her ass can get.

She plays against Pearl with her fingers, the way Pearl likes; which she has learned through intensive practice. She rubs big circles with two fingers, spiraling until the circles become smaller, more focused. Then she alternates and runs her fingers all along the length of her. Her own breath feels ragged against Pearl's cheek, and the hairs on Pearl's cheek brush and move with each one.

But then she pulls her hand away, to bring it back down with a hard slap against Pearl, and she watches as it ripples through her skin again, her wet fingers producing a very particular, slick sound. Then she rolls them under Pearl again, this time curling them to press ever so slightly into her entrance.

She smiles against Pearl. "You're enjoying this too much, aren't you?"

Pearl's teeth dig in deeper, needy whines muffled by her arm. Garnet works her all too easily, she can read her body like a map -- and this is bad, this is very bad for her, because she still doesn't know if she's allowed.

The alternation between pleasure and pain, it's tantalizing and it's torturous, the tension in her abdomen sharpening and coiling upwards like a metal wire. Garnet's building her up with a clockwork methodicality, effortlessly, and when she finally asks her that Pearl burns red with shame at her utter failure to conceal it. She's not allowed. She's not allowed...

She plucks her mouth away with a soft, wet pop, gasping as if she's resurfaced above water. "Y-yes," she answers, and her shoulders droop with a strained exhale. Guilty. "I'm sorry."

Edited 2015-09-13 01:33 (UTC)

Garnet knows the true purpose of what they're doing tonight. It is, really, to give Pearl pleasure. And yet it's somehow entertaining to her, to mention it. She honestly does want Pearl to feel pleasure, but making her feel shame for it, in this moment, is somehow pleasurable as well. Garnet hadn't expected to like this as much as she is.

"Then it's not real punishment." She pulls her hand away, purposefully making the motion harsh and noticeable, as if pulling it away in disgust. As if that wasn't exactly what she wanted Pearl to say.

"Sit down on the floor," she instructs calmly, her hand, slick with Pearl, coming back to connect against her ass, but this time only hitting.

Pearl whimpers as Garnet's fingers thrust out of her, and god, they're wet when she hits her again. Her chest feels like it might burst. Her body aches for the contact, instantly mourning its loss -- yet at the same time she hungers for punishment, her nerves standing on edge in anticipation of what Garnet will do next.

"Yes," she answers, coming out surprisingly crisp for the way her voice wavers. Swallowing around the lump in her throat, Pearl rises to her feet, then tucks her knees beneath her to sit on the carpeted floor. (Her damp thighs press together in the process, sending a flicker of heat from abdomen to throat, released in a gasp.)

She looks up at Garnet with wide, eager eyes, and waits.

Garnet watches Pearl as she follows instructions. There's something about the way she moves, something about how her pants gather around her thighs and keep her from moving as gracefully as usual. And then Pearl's sitting on the floor looking expectantly up at her and Garnet almost forgets what she was planning.

She purses her lips slightly, and her eyes look Pearl up and down. Her voice is low, yet firm, stable as it usually is, though weighted. "Finish taking your pants off and open your legs."

The lump in Pearl's throat instantly doubles in size, and her head burns with muddled half-images. If Garnet's going to punish her-- if she's not going to give it to her-- then what is she planning to...?

It's not your place to ask questions, she reminds herself, gulping through a shiver. Instead, she quietly does as she's told, leaving her pants discarded at her side before shifting -- rather clunkily -- to expose herself to Garnet in full. She's able to look at her face for barely five seconds after that, Garnet's dark gaze coiling hot tendrils around her flesh; it's too much, she has to turn her head away.

"Is th-this all right?"

Garnet only nods in response to Pearl's question. She brings her hand to her chin, rubbing a finger against her lip, as she takes Pearl in. Studies her, indulges in the whiteness and pinkness of her skin, her bare thighs on the carpet, the embarrassment in her eyes. She's also sure, in a situation like this, her silence could be punishment in itself.

Finally, she crosses her arms, looking very sternly at Pearl. "I worry you won't learn anything, if you enjoy it too much." Her hand is still absolutely slick with Pearl, and she slowly wipes her fingers along her forearm. "Maybe using my hands was a mistake."

She slides her foot along the floor slowly, watching Pearl for what she'll do, and raises it just as she reaches Pearl's center, pressing it against her.

When no answer comes, Pearl's eyes, squinted with self-consciousness, scurry back towards Garnet -- just in time to see the oh-so deliberate drag of fingers across dark skin, leaving a faint, glistening trail behind. Her shoulders square up in utter mortification, and even caught up in the scenario as she is, it's hard to shake the thought that she could've gone and gotten her a paper towel, or, or something.

Hard for all of three seconds, at least, until Garnet goes and says that last part. Pearl's body instinctively snaps upright to brace itself, though she hasn't a clue what for, only that distinct prick of honey-dripping dread in her abdomen. And she knows she shouldn't, but she can't help but blurt: "What--"

-- before being cut off by the sound of her own moan. Oh-- oh, oh, that's her foot, the heel of Garnet's bare foot is rubbing over her clit, on their living room carpet, and as mouth-watering gorgeous as the friction is, Pearl can't help but wince.

"Garnet," she whines, "that's dirty," but it's too boneless to serve as any real protest.

There's a glint in Garnet's eyes, that means to ask, is it? She grinds her foot against Pearl, up and down, can feel her softness against the arch of her foot. She's very warm there, wanting and inviting, and Garnet can hear the faint, wet sounds caused by her movements against her.

"But it's your punishment, Pearl." Then she brushes her toe gently against Pearl.

"I-- nn--" Biting her lip through a whimper, Pearl shifts beneath Garnet's foot: back arched, chin tipped back, knees angling up. It's hard to say much of anything when her body's so shamefully pliable, devouring any drop of friction it can get heedless of reason.

It feels-- weird, nothing like Garnet's fingers and yet still unmistakably Garnet. Her toe is thicker and cruder but works against her with the same effortless familiarity, and god she's been barefoot and this is not remotely sanitary, but look at her greedily bucking her hips up into the contact all the same.

Even with her head tilt back and her eyes screwed shut, Pearl can still feel Garnet's eyes on her, all over. Heat swarms over her skin, alerting her to every micro-reaction of her body: the curling of her toes, the flaring of her nostrils, the taut muscles in her stomach and her chest -- her chest, rubbing up against her summer blouse with the curve of her back, the featherlight friction mercilessly teasing her tight-pinched nipples. (And the fabric's so thin -- she's sure Garnet can see. The whole of her on display.)

"I know," Pearl finds the words at last, scattered between breathless little mewls and gasps. "I deserve this."

Edited 2015-09-14 00:06 (UTC)

At this distance, as they are, Garnet can take so much more of Pearl in. Every shudder of her body, and the way her shoulders and face are flushing. Somewhere in the back of her mind Garnet thinks she should feel terrible for this, but really she finds Pearl beautiful. It's hard not to.

Garnet lets her eyes focus on Pearl's chest, and brings her other foot forward, leaning on the couch seat with her arms for balance, and slips it under the hem of Pearl's light shirt. The rough pads of her feet touch silky soft skin, and her toes tickle against it. She moves it up, the shirt moving with it and pooling around her ankle, revealing more and more of Pearl's skin. She presses the ball of her foot against Pearl's nipple, twisting it ontop of it, toes curling in and out and brushing against hardened skin.

Working with both feet, she presses them and moves them against Pearl, biting her lip and rolling her head to the side.

Edited 2015-09-14 01:23 (UTC)

Pearl lets out a high-pitched little squeak as Garnet's toes brush her bellybutton, and it caves inwards with a wheezy inhale.

"Garnet," she whimpers out, the curve of her spine deepening through a series of shudder-squirms. Against the smooth skin of her stomach she can feel the scratchiness to Garnet's sole much more clearly. It's rough but it tickles and it's so, so humiliating, but Pearl can't break away from it, can't even think to, only trembling beneath the contact like jello on a plate.

Her hands take anchor behind her to keep her from toppling back, forming fistfulls around the fibers in the rug. Her nipples are already so sensitive that the initial contact almost aches, but she pushes herself up into it for more still, eyes closed tightly enough for colors to bloom before her closed eyelids.

Garnet's not saying anything, and Pearl can't see her face. What kind of expression is she making right now? With no tone of voice to guide her, Pearl can only let her imagination roam: Garnet with her brow furrowed by an unmissable half-inch, the corners of her mouth tugged down in disgust; Garnet's eyes glimmering with satisfaction, lips curled up into a lopsided crescent; Garnet with her face a perfect blank, betraying nothing, her stare dark and intent as it bores right into her very core.

"Garnet," she whines again, and this time it's more like a plea. Say something. I need to know.

Edited 2015-09-14 01:40 (UTC)

The way Pearl says her name the second time, she's begging for her. There's a part of her that wants to reach out, scoop Pearl up and simply hold her close. And another that wants to push Pearl more, not allow her that comfort just yet. She feels that, when they play out scenarios like this, wanting to see how far they can go, and yet also being gentle.

"Pearl," her response comes out with that mixture of both, a whisper with a harshness to it almost. She rolls her head to the other side, eyes focused on Pearl.

"I'm glad you realize your mistakes." She pinches Pearl's nipple between her toes, pulling. "Are you going to be better from now on?" She pushes her big toe against Pearl's entrance, feeling her slick heat welcome it.

Pearl's sigh of relief at the response is immediate, and for a second even her muscles dare to relax -- but Garnet won't allow it, piling on the pressure, making her breath snag in her throat again.

"Yes," she gasps out, strained. The throb between her legs spikes up at the sensation, and in that moment all Pearl can think is that she wants Garnet inside, no matter how dirty, no matter how shameful. "I'll do better, Garnet, ah-- I promise. Please."

"You sure you can do it?" Garnet pushes in slowly, as deep as she can, feeling the back of her foot press firmly against the rest of Pearl. She's teasing Pearl, touching her like this. Her bottom lip feels more swollen and raw from biting.

She curls her toe, moving it inside Pearl, rubbing the back of her foot against her. "I'm not sure you've learned your lesson yet, even like this. Not yet." She pulls her foot away from Pearl's chest, out from under her shirt. She moves it up, brushing her toes against Pearl's chin, barely touching her bottom lip.

Pearl swallows hard against the ascending pressure of Garnet's foot, her throat tightening beneath her heel. Her lips, parted to allow out her breath, shiver at the brush of toes.

She squints her eyes open, barely -- pushes herself forward on wobbly arms, to try and straighten up enough to look at Garnet's face. But the pressure of her feet allows Pearl little in the way of latitude, and the only part of her face she can see stretches from forehead to cheekbone.

"How can I--" Her lips move against Garnet's toes with each syllable, producing a strange, ticklish friction, and she presses them together to swallow with a twitch of her nose. "How can I prove to you?"

Garnet's toes twitch at the feeling of Pearl's lips and breath against them. They're featherlight touches that tickle all over sensitive, even if roughened, skin. Their eyes finally connect and it feels like it's been ages since the last time they did. A shot of electricity runs down her spine at the eye contact, Pearl's eyes soft and pleading, yet determined somehow. She wants to prove it to Garnet, to show her.

Garnet's eyes are half lidded and dark, and they don't leave Pearl's own eyes. She presses her toe against Pearl's closed lips. "Open your mouth."

Pearl's lips instinctively tighten further at the order, a fresh wave of pink washing over freckled skin. The urge to protest -- but it's dirty -- rises up in her throat once more, but with the tip of Garnet's toe pressing over her teeth, she knows she has no hope of getting it out. Not that there would be any meaning to it, if she had -- this is her punishment.

And Garnet's staring at her, waiting.

Scrunching her eyes back shut, Pearl slowly forces her lips to part.

Ah, Garnet almost gasps when she feels her stomach dip. The way Pearl is reacting, the real shame in her eyes, Garnet feels that instinct to stop and cradle Pearl return strongly. But she reminds herself Pearl hasn't told her to stop, or pulled back, so she will continue.

When she feels Pearl's hot breath on her skin, even on her foot, she feels the shivers run up to between her thighs. She was doing it for Pearl, for her punishment and benefit. She hadn't expected to like it so much.

"Good," she says, voice quiet and barely audible. When she presses just her big toe into Pearl's mouth, a moan escaping her throat, but muffled by her clenched teeth and closed lips.

Edited 2015-09-14 20:02 (UTC)

Just as soon as Garnet's toe pushes past her lips, making it impossible to close them and swallow, Pearl becomes insufferably aware of how wet the inside of her mouth is.

Of course, she scowls at herself. But Garnet's face, when she looks at her, flashes for a split-second with something like vulnerability -- a flicker and flutter to her eyes, then it's gone. And her voice, even while offering that stern approval, sounds so very soft. And that-- that does something to Pearl, though she herself isn't sure what, can only tell that the steely weight in her abdomen suddenly feels much warmer.

Though it does little to change the fact that Garnet's toe is still very much in her mouth, and that she's expected to, well-- tend to it. Pearl hesitates, draws in a breath through her nose, and then brushes the tip of her tongue over skin. The texture and taste are enough to make her wince through a groan, and her tongue quickly curls back into the hollow of her mouth.

When Pearl winces and recoils from her, Garnet hesitates for just a moment. She manages to keep her cool, shifting slightly, the only thing that changes in her features is her lips pursing together slightly. She is already in Pearl's mouth, her other toe already inside her as well. She doesn't want to pull back just yet.

"Pearl." Her voice is soft, gentle, as if she weren't just now forcing her feet on Pearl. "This is for your own good, remember." She moves her toe inside Pearl's mouth, Pearl's cheek hooked between her big toe and smaller toe. "I want you to learn from this."

Her foot between Pearl's thighs twists a little, angling her other toes to be able to also press against Pearl's entrance. She pushes them in just slightly. Her voice is low and firm. "Accept your punishment."

Pearl tenses, momentarily overcome by it all -- Garnet's gentleness and forcefulness, her touch and her words -- but then that switch in her head flicks back down, and her defenses melt, surrendering to Garnet. She's right; she has to. She has to be punished, so she can learn her place, so she can do better.

(And maybe Garnet will let her come, if she does well.)

So Pearl braces herself, then opens her mouth a little wider, to let Garnet's toe deeper in. She touches the tip of her tongue to it again, carefully, resisting the urge to immediately pull back and instead pushing firmer. Her face twists up -- she's really doing this -- but Pearl bears through, stroking her tongue across the length of Garnet's toe.

"Nnn." Garnet's moan comes out a low, throaty, rumble, reverberating through her still closed mouth. Pearl's tongue is soft, and the tickles feel uncomfortable, yet tiny sparks shoot up her leg and to her thigh, and sets her knee twitching.

"Good," she whispers, swirling her toe in response to Pearl's tongue. "Very good."

She moves her other toe in and out of Pearl's entrance. She can't control it as well, can't keep the rhythm or create any intricate movements like she could with her hand, she goes by pure feeling. Pearl taking in both of her feet, hesitant yet welcoming them in the end, Garnet leans forward, wanting to feel more, to press further into Pearl, as much as she can take in.

Edited 2015-09-14 23:28 (UTC)

Garnet's toe is nowhere as lithe as her fingers, and it can't reach as deep inside as Pearl needs, either -- but the way it grazes her clit with every dip in and curl out is nothing short of electric. Her heels drag against the carpet as her hips shift, overwhelmed yet at the same aching for more, wishing impossibly for Garnet to fill her.

If she's good, Pearl reminds herself.

The taste does not get more palatable no matter how many times she licks, and Pearl's face remains contorted into a red-cheeked, narrow-eyed grimace as the oddest string of whines reverberates through her throat -- a garbled mix of pleasure and discomfort. But over it, she picks up on a distinctly different sound: husky and smooth, Garnet's moan.

Which makes her hips buck right there on the spot.

Above the thumping of her own heart, Pearl's just about able to formulate the thought: Garnet is sensitive.

The musty taste on her tongue suddenly seems negligible.

To test her theory, Pearl brings one hand up, wrapping it around Garnet's ankle for better control; then she releases her toe from her mouth, to run her tongue all the way down the sole.

"Aah!" The sound comes out of Garnet higher-pitched, more as surprise, then transitions into lower, throatier sound, as she clamps her mouth shut again and tips her head back. Her leg shakes as Pearl's tongue travels down it, reacting to the touch as if it were pinpricks. In the back of her mind, she wonders how this punishment, having Pearl lick her toe, has suddenly been turned on her. She wasn't even aware she was this sensitive down there, she's never been ticklish before.

But alright. She can play also.

Garnet takes a few deep breaths to compose herself. Slowly she looks down again, opens her eyes and trains them on Pearl, with the very purpose of having them bore right through her. Her hands dig into the sofa cushion as her thighs press together. "Don't stop until it's all clean, then."