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Pearl hardly blinks. "All right," she answers simply, her previous reluctance forgotten -- in fact, the 'punishment' aspect to all this is slipping through her mind like water through a weather-worn dam.

If she closes her eyes and swallows hard enough she can almost bring herself to ignore the dirt. But the noises Garnet makes, the way she twitches beneath her hold -- those are unmissable.

In the four years they've dated and the eight she's known her before that, Garnet's been sensitive nowhere. This brand-new reveal is nothing short of exhilirating to Pearl, and from the way Garnet's reacting, well, it's safe to say she likes it quite a bit herself.

And Pearl's always been a pleaser.

So she follows her orders with vigor, going as far as exceeding them, even; peppering the skin with licks and kisses and soft bites, massaging at the heel with her thumb as her tongue slips out into the spaces between Garnet's toes. It surprises even her, how easy it is to get into -- but her ears are perked for Garnet's moans, and every hint of unstifled breathlessness sends a new rush of adrenaline rippling through her veins.

Second by second, Garnet is starting to regret this punishment. She was sure Pearl would have pulled her mouth away in revulsion by now. But instead she's losing her grip on the couch, she's leaned back enough that her head touches the backrest, and Pearl has to grip onto her foot to try to hold back the shaking.

She's embarrassed, her cheeks feel hot and her brows knit together. She alternates between holding her breath, trying to control it, for it to then come out as desperate hisses between her taut lips.

No, she needs to regain control. This is about Pearl, not herself. Just Pearl.

"Enough!" It's a growl, as if born from her stomach and forced out her throat. She pulls her foot from Pearl's grasp, pulls the other away as well. She leans forward in the same movement, looming over Pearl, shoulders heaving with every breath. She looks down, Pearl's naked legs on the rug, shirt half-way pushed up, a string of drool coming down her chin. Garnet drops onto the floor on her knees, powerful arms reaching for Pearl and pulling her onto her thighs. She presses her lips to hers hungrily, frustration in every nip of Pearl's lips, and her hands clap down hard on Pearl's ass, squeezing, then pulling away, then again, and again.

"Ah--?"

Garnet yanks her feet away too suddenly for Pearl to react, her tongue peeking out through parted lips still and her hand in midair, gripping at nothing. She blinks her eyes open before remembering to close her mouth, looking up at Garnet with startled doe eyes. Her features are all glass-shard sharp again, making her shoulders droop and knees press together with self-consciousness.

Only upon being snapped out of her trance does Pearl realize how far she may have strayed, and how eagerly she ran her tongue all across Garnet's foot. A prickling-hot blend of shame and guilt colors her features, and she opens her mouth to apologize -- but the first syllable barely makes its way out before being swallowed up by Garnet's rough mouth.

Pearl's wiry frame is effortlessly hoisted onto her lap, dainty hands balling into little fists against Garnet's collarbone. The kiss is demanding as it is unforgiving, all teeth and no breath, and Pearl's whimpering into it even before Garnet's palm connects flat against her ass. It sends Pearl lurching hard against her body, and the moan she lets out into her mouth is frantic with breathlessness, growing hoarser and needier with every time the strike repeats.

Garnet lets the kiss dissipate, as every slap makes Pearl less and less able to return it. She instead focuses her lips on Pearl's neck, kissing and licking, biting where teeth grab skin.

Garnet makes sure to accentuate every pause in her speech with another, open-handed slap on Pearl's ass. "That was very, very, very bad, Pearl." Fingers squeeze at soft, pliable skin, each hand the perfect size. "You enjoyed that, didn't you?" She presses Pearl firmly against her, bring her denimed thigh up between Pearl's legs. Garnet's mouth lets go of Pearl's skin with a loud pop, leaving a red bruise behind. "Filthy."

Pearl's thighs instinctively clamp around Garnet's hip, and she whimpers both at the dizzying pressure it brings and the mortifying realization that oh god, she's staining her.

"I did," she whimpers, breathing in with a sniff. Between her ass spanked red and raw, her pinched-hard nipples pressed up to Garnet's chest, and the side of her neck pulsing frantic around the forming bruise, every inch of Pearl's skin feels like it's on fire. She can't quite catch her breath, even with Garnet's mouth no longer on hers -- it comes out in gasps and wheezes, seizing her chest in uneven heaves. "I-I'm sorry-- I'm sorry."

Garnet rolls her hips against Pearl, keeping her pressed as close and tight as possible, grinding her thigh against her. She can feel Pearl through her jeans, feel exactly how much she's enjoyed every bit of all of this. And for just a moment, a flash, Garnet lets herself smile over that. And then brings her lips back to Pearl's skin, finding a fresh area to bite on.

"How sorry are you?" This time she slaps her ass with just one hand, her other tracing that curve where thigh and hip meet, coming around to Pearl's front.

It's incredibly unfortunate that Garnet's chosen now of all times to ask her this question, because the moment the tips of her fingers brush over her, every half-coherent thought that had managed to remain in Pearl's head is promptly swallowed up in a flood of yes yes please yes.

"I-- um, I," she stammers dumbly, just barely holding back from rutting herself against Garnet's hand. "Very. A-a lot." She swallows harshly. There's no way that was good enough, but words, words, words aren't coming. Her head is heavy and empty and slow, and Pearl can only plead: "I'm really, really sorry, Garnet. I was out of line, I was--" her shoulders twitch up-- "bad."

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"Yes, you were bad," Garnet repeats, tone low and breathy against Pearl's skin. Her hand on Pearl's ass kneads and squeezes, moving against her thigh. Her other hand's touch remains feather-light, brushing finger tips over Pearl's inner thighs, drawing circles against soft, sensitive skin. One finger gently pads over Pearl's clit, almost a ghost of a touch. "How can I trust you've learned anything from this?"

Pearl's mouth opens, but only a thin, anxious wheeze leaves it -- her mind whirrs with panic at the realization she doesn't know. She doesn't know how she can prove it. There's got to be a way, but she's so frantic needy stupid, she can't think of a single thing, she doesn't know, she doesn't know.

"Please," she whimpers, helpless, fists balling up in the fabric of Garnet's shirt. "I'll do anything you want-- Garnet, please."

That's when Garnet stops moving against Pearl, lets her punishing hand settle for just a moment.

"Hmmm," Garnet responds, as if considering Pearl's plea. She can feel her shaking over her, can feel every little ripple against her own thighs, the pull of her collar from Pearl's tugging at her shirt. Garnet moves her thigh from Pearl, then reaches between her legs and runs one long, slow stroke across Pearl's entrance, to her clit. Pearl is dripping wet, and when she pulls her finger back, she delights in letting Pearl see.

"Lie down on the carpet," she says softly, but sure Pearl can hear her. And in case there's any confusion, she adds. "Face down."

Garnet's fingers glisten with her wetness, and Pearl's heart thuds against her ribcage at the sight. Even the tips of her ears burn, and she looks away with a downwards jerk of her chin.

Just picturing herself in the demanded position makes Pearl's stomach swirl with heat, and she's notably graceless as she climbs off of Garnet's lap. Her eyes dart between her face and the floor, and Pearl shifts this way and that in the hopes of easing herself into the position. She couldn't just-- put herself up on display like that, not right in front of Garnet, and no amount of desperation could wipe away her self-consciousness.

It can smudge it a little, though, and at last she brings herseld to obey -- folding onto the carpet with her thighs pressed to calves, her side facing Garnet.

The fibres graze her cheek as she looks up at Garnet, waiting to see if it's earned her approval.

Garnet sits back and watches Pearl's awkward descent onto the carpet. She's hesitant, and rightfully uncomfortable, and the corner of Garent's lip perks ever so slightly.

Once Pearl has settled, and she meets her eyes, Garnet shakes her head slightly, like one would a child who gets something wrong and should know better. She doesn't move to touch her, not even an inch. "Extend your legs."

Pearl's back visibly tenses at the wordless rejection, and she swallows again before nodding, sliding one leg after the other from beneath her until her whole body's flat against the rug.

"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."

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The brush of fingertips shoots little shivers down Pearl's spine, and her back instinctively arches into the contact. Her tongue clings to the roof of her dry, dry mouth, and the whole of Pearl's body goes still as she listens for her next orders.

And remains just as still after she's received them.

"I..." Wide eyes blink slowly, three times in succession. "I-I don't think I understand."

Garnet doesn't feel deterred by Pearl's confusion. If anything, she's encouraged by it. She leans down, using Pearl as support, to whisper in her ear, "I'll show you."

Garnet leans over Pearl, reaching both hands down, under Pearl, running them down her body, until they reach her thighs. Each one takes hold, and opens Pearl's legs, letting them bend at the knee. The motion makes her hips turn out, shifting against the carpet. In the motion, she shifts and positions herself right behind and ontop of Pearl. "Like this."

Garnet brings her hands farther down, getting a good grip of her hips. "And you move." Instead of just her hands, Garnet moves her whole body against Pearl, her own hips pressing down on Pearl's ass, squeezing them as much as she can against the carpet.

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Pearl's throat snaps shut at the sound of Garnet's voice in her ear, sealing her breath within. She feels herself sink beneath her weight, heavy and warm against her back, pressing closed whatever bit of space had remained between her skin and the carpet.

Garnet's thighs close around her, the damp patch in her jeans rubbing the side of her hip -- as soon as the sensation registers, a spasm shoots down Pearl's spine. God, she really is a disaster, isn't she? Making a mess out of everything she touches. Now the carpet, too, already she's staining it with her arousal and sweat.

Yet despite the shame seizing hold of her skin like wildfire, Pearl's legs are butter in Garnet's hold, not a drop of resistance to be found in her muscles as she bends them up. Then Garnet rocks forward, and in a single motion a thousand tiny tendrils tickle and rub and scratch everywhere, and Pearl is so wholly unprepared that her moan slides up an octave.

It only lasts a second, though, leaving her body buzzing and still beneath Garnet. She pushes her palms against the floor, tries to get herself to move the same way -- only to find herself a trembling, boneless mess, incapable of moving an inch.

"Again," she whimpers.

"Hmmmmm." Garnet lets her hum echo deep in her chest, feeling it reverb against Pearl's skin. The sound Pearl made just now was unexpected, yet all the more delicious for it. She feels Pearl shiver, quake almost, beneath her. And she just wants to let all her weight on Pearl.

"You'll just like any punishment I give you, won't you?" Garnet moves her hands up, to get better leverage. She grinds against Pearl again, harder this time, pushing her up against the carpet, then pulling back. "I could slap your ass all night you'd still beg for more." Her voice strains at the end as she pushes against Pearl again.

"Yes," she moans, not even hearing the question -- the friction surges through her, making every nerve ending in her body sing out. It's a strange new mess of a sensation, both light and coarse and ruthlessly teasing, but Pearl's wound-up, touch-starved body craves every drop. It's only a good moment later she seems to realize she's been spoken to at all, but then Garnet's pushing her down again and yes, yes--

"Yes," she mewls out again, humiliation seeping into her need. She would.

Pearl moves with Garnet all too readily, and Garnet picks up the rhythm, pushing against Pearl harder, faster, feeling her own arms and legs scratching against the carpet surface.

"You licked my foot clean, I saw you enjoy it," she all but growls in Pearl's ear. She feels this loss of control. All she can feel is Pearl, and moving against Pearl, and all she can think of is what they've done.

"My toes were inside you. I didn't even clean them." She props herself up with one arm, still moving against Pearl, re-adjusting to accommodate for how far she's pushed her up the carpet. Her freer hand moves back down, and finds a space between their bodies. Garnet's fingers press into Pearl the next time she moves against her. "You liked that too didn't you?"

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The words ring in Pearl's ears, beads stringing together into the clacking cacophony in her head -- frightened rabbit heartbeats and starving stray mewls, a mixture of noise so dense as to make her temples throb.

It's true. It's true. She did that and she liked it and she didn't even care, and here she is now, grinding herself into the carpet like a cat in heat. Her hands grab blind fistfuls of fiber and pull and tweeze, it scuffs her palms and tickles her belly and sears through her clit, she swears, it's fire.

When Garnet's fingers push in her eyes nearly roll back with pleasure, a wet moan slipping past her lips and down her chin. Yes, god yes, Garnet's wonderful long calloused fingers pumping her full and giddy-good, that's all she needs, needs it so bad that her muscles pull back together just to thrust herself harder against them.

"Yes, yes, nn, please--" She's smearing herself against the carpet, filthy, doesn't care-- "Ahh, deeper--"

Garnet has three fingers inside of Pearl, twisted to accomodate her arm between them, but still trying to press as much against her as she can. She has to re-position her legs again, she's pushed Pearl farther up the carpet with her movements. She meets Pearl's thrusts with her own, pushing harder, deeper, teeth against Pearl's neck. She could crush her.

"Look at you, ah," a groan escapes before she can contain it, and she bites her own lips. "Begging for it." Her words are stunted, struggling to get them out as she tries to push against Pearl harder and faster each time. "Against the dirty carpet. Filthy."

Pearl doesn't care, she doesn't want to care, she can't stop. But each of Garnet's words stabs little pinpricks into her nape, the pulse between her temples growing thick enough to burst. Tiny awful guilty pangs of awareness -- how she must look to Garnet right now, hips bucking greedy, whimpers and pleas flowing senseless from her mouth. Animal.

"No, please," it comes out a half-sob through her tight throat, the jerks of her body growing sharp with desperation. She needs release and she needs to stop thinking, stop thinking, stop thinking. "Garnet--"

The way Pearl's voice sounded just now, it's unmissable. "You're close." She can feel how sensitive and bare her own arm is from contact with the carpet, she can only imagine what Pearl's feeling, every time her hips move her against it. Every time her fingers move in and out of Pearl, the dripping wetness of her, the sounds it makes; Garnet isn't even sure how many fingers she has inside her. "I can always tell."

She grinds and pushes in a little harder, the strain of her own muscles pulling out a gruff moan from her lips. "Well?" Teeth snag against Pearl's shoulder, she lets her arm give a little and lets more of her weight onto Pearl. "Do you think you deserve to?"

The question grinds the whole of Pearl to a halt, her body suddenly too heavy to move. Her thighs clamp tight around Garnet's fingers, and a heavy shudder crawls up her spine before she stills. She stills but she's so loud, with everything inside of her scrambling onto itself in a frantic, needy mess, trapped between Garnet's body and the floor. She's sure she must feel her heartbeats through her back.

"I, ah-- I..." She's leaking onto the carpet, Pearl can tell, even with her muscles pulled taut. Garnet has to-- she'll give it to her, right? She won't leave her like this, she wouldn't, that'd be--

--Unfair? Would it? Her head's swimming-- but this is her punishment, isn't it? Has she earned this? Was she good enough-- god, was she?

"I don't--" know, she tries again, but the words snag in her throat, splinter and crack. The guilt and the shame and the pressure and everything that's been building up in her head this whole day finally pushes past its peak, bursting from behind her eyes in rapid saltwater streams.

Pearl's shoulders shake and heave, her sob buried into the carpet.