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On Tuesdays, Thursdays and Fridays, Garnet usually gets home a few hours before Pearl. She likes it that way. After busy days, full of conversation she'd rather avoid, Garnet enjoys the quiet. She can set her things down and put them away, relax, and, best of all, get things ready for Pearl. Pearl studies and works all day, Garnet likes to make sure she has nothing to worry about when she gets home. So Garnet organizes, cleans a bit, makes some food, waits for Pearl.

Her ears quirk up at a strange sound, though. She can tell just from how Pearl puts her key in the lock -- she puts the wrong key in first and grumbles -- that Pearl's had a tough day. She glances back and the sight of Pearl says it all. She looks absolutely spent, and her eyes are a little puffy like when she's spent too long holding back a cry.

When Pearl leans over the couch's backrest, Garnet reaches out to rub her shoulders, even if at a strange angle. She has to clear her voice a little, since she hasn't used it in hours. "What happened?"

Edited 2015-09-07 18:09 (UTC)

"Ugh, it was horrible," Pearl groans, her body leaning into Garnet's touch instinctively. She then goes on to recount her nightmare of a day, beginning with her sleeping past her alarm and arriving at class just in time to miss the lecturer's detailed instructions for their end-of-term paper (and of course she can ask her classmates, but nobody takes notes like she does), continuing with her missing the bus to work by exactly fifteen seconds despite running after it until she was out of breath, how she tripped and got her soy Macchiato on her boss's very white blouse, and how she spent forty minutes hitting her head against an unrelenting bug in the program that the insufferable newbie took instant care of by resetting the system.

"It was like a chain-reaction crash," Pearl concludes, her pathetically-sagging upper half threatening to collapse into the sofa by the end of it. "God, I couldn't get anything right. What's the matter with me lately?"

"It's just a bad day," Garnet responds, though it feels a little disingenuous. Pearl has been running herself ragged the last few weeks, which means every little misstep causes a ripple effect of bigger missteps. She really has been a bit of a mess lately.

"Come here." Garnet reaches over and grabs Pearl under her arms, pulling her down onto the sofa and onto her lap. Pearl feels absolutely boneless already, heavier, even. "You're doing your best."

"No, don't coddle me," Pearl grumbles, rolling over with her back to Garnet and curling into herself. She'd be lying if she said it wasn't tempting to give in, to accept the pity and tending-to -- Garnet's voice is so soothing and smooth, and her lap makes a great pillow, and she gives mind-numbingluly delightful massages--

But Pearl's done nothing to earn that, now has she? You don't get rewarded for failure.

"I don't deserve it."

Edited 2015-09-07 19:32 (UTC)

Garnet's lips quirk into just the slightest smile. Pearl is even cute when she's being a little bratty. Garnet pays it no mind and continues to stroke at Pearl's hair and shoulders, certain that this is really what Pearl wants and needs. Her voice is even a little playful, knowing that Pearl will give into her touch any second now. "Then what can I do to make you feel better?"

"I don't know," Pearl grunts in frustrated honesty, her tightly-knit muscles unyielding beneath Garnet's soft touch. She burrows deeper into herself, pressing her face into the crook of one bony arm. "Everything today was my fault. I feel like, like such a useless idiot, and I shouldn't get to act like it's just bad luck or it doesn't matter, because it isn't and it does, and I..."

... deserve to be punished, she finishes inside her head, tongue suddenly glued to the roof of her very dry mouth.

Pearl lets the unfinished sentence hang for a moment as she swallows, gathers up her courage. Then she shifts, slow and sheepish, until she can meet Garnet's eyes over the edge of her shoulder.

"Could you... do that thing?" Her voice squeaks at the end, and she purses her lips through a hot pink flush. "That we talked about last week?"

Garnet scratches at Pearl's scalp the more she talks herself down. Eventually, once Pearl lets it all out, Garnet will remind Pearl of all the things that are great about her. But then something seems to shift and Garnet feels like she was left out of something important.

And then Pearl says that and Garnet's fingers stop mid stroke. She had honestly forgotten about that conversation until now. In their relationship, Pearl has asked her to do many things, and Garnet has always gone along with it. This one didn't seem too far away from that, but somehow, it feels like such a shift right now. She was getting ready to comfort and love, and now wrapping her mind around the opposite seems counter to herself.

She hesitates just slightly, and then her hand scratches lightly on Pearl's hair. Her mouth feels dry and she swallows. Her voice comes out calmer, "You want me to punish you for your bad day?"

When Garnet's hand stills with that unreadable look on her face, Pearl feels her chest bottom out into her stomach. It's impossible to tell what she's thinking sometimes -- especially at times like this, on utterly uncharted territory. They'd spoken about it, briefly, and Garnet had agreed, but last week it was still within the theoretical realm -- just a curious little idea that, oh, might be interesting to try at some point down the line.

This is different.

"W-well, now you're making me sound awfully silly," Pearl says with a too-wide, slanted smile, her gaze immediately escaping downwards. Her face feels like it's on fire. "I'm sorry, it was just a thought, we don't have to..."

"No, no, don't be sorry." Garnet responds without thinking. It's her natural reaction when she feels anything she's done has made Pearl uncomfortable. She shakes her shoulders slightly, similar to the way she does when she's in the ring and her mind isn't focused. It's a way to bring herself back to what's in front of her.

She squares her shoulders then, clearing her throat. "I can do it." But there's still a pause. She's not quite sure what it is she needs to do. She keeps her voice as level as she can. "Should I... get anything for it?"

Oh. Pearl's lips part around a soft sigh, and her features flood with relief upon the realization she hasn't been turned down -- only for them to redden threefold at the question that follows. Awash by a surge of self-consciousness, Pearl untucks herself from around Garnet's knees, straightening into a sitting position. She laces her hands tightly together in her lap, only the forefingers circling and pushing at each other -- she keeps her stare fixed on their endless little dance, not daring to look at Garnet's face.

"I-if you want, that is, sure. I mean, we have... things, right? Like the handcuffs, or the, the paddle," she stumbles through her answer, voice shrinking with every word until it fades into inaudibility. But Pearl yanks her wilted back upright once more, forcing a smile that she can only hope looks reassuring-- "But anything you'd like is fine, really! I'm in no place to be making demands, am I?"

Garnet nods along, listening carefully to Pearl's suggestions. Really she figured, and they'd talked about it to some extent before, but hearing Pearl spell out what she wants right now, it gives her better ideas on how to carry this out. She would do anything Pearl asked, especially if it's something that would help Pearl.

"Okay," she says softly, almost a whisper, and her shoulders straighten, as she's shifting into the mindset. She glances at Pearl, and almost leans in to kiss her, for strength, but then stops. Would that be too much of a reward? Counter to what Pearl is asking her? But Garnet feels like she needs it, just to get her started. To feel grounded.

But this is for Pearl. She needs to make sure. "Can I kiss you first?"

Pearl's shoulders twitch with a hitched, flustered laughter, and she angles her chin up by an inch. Her hands loosen and part, to secure a loose lock of hair behind her ear.

That certainly can't be called punishment, much less with the fluttery feeling it sets off in her chest, but... it's not as though she could ever refuse her.

"Of course you can, Garnet. You don't need to ask that."

"I know," Garnet responds, the second word half lost as she doesn't wait to press her lips to Pearl's. She pulls at her lips, feeling the softness of Pearl's, a little cold from her having just come home. Pearl's scent surrounds her a little, when Pearl breathes out, and it feels grounding and real. Pearl is tired and stressed, worried and sad, and she wants Garnet to help her. Garnet will do everything she can for Pearl.

Garnet breaks the kiss slowly, pulling at Pearl's bottom lip as she parts, biting just slightly as Pearl's lip leaves hers. She opens her eyes to look at her, serious and determined. "You've been really falling behind lately, Pearl." She sets her jaw, clenches it. "I'm disappointed."

Edited 2015-09-08 01:44 (UTC)

Kissing Garnet is familiar and easy, and Pearl can't help but feel herself soften into her hold, just slightly.

Familiar, but it's not the same -- the little hairs at her nape are standing on end, and static's running through the joints of her fingers. And with the pull and sting at her lip as they part, Pearl can pinpoint the exact moment Garnet's sweetness grows fangs.

The look in her eyes alone is enough to make her heart stop.

"Ah."

Garnet's presence sucks all the air from the room in an instant, and that sudden yet effortless switch twists up her muscles like a wind-up toy. Pearl's back snaps into a rigid straight line, a soldier called to attention, hands balled into fists at her lap.

So much for her concerns about immersion.

"You're right," she answers weakly, guilt tightening her throat. There is a cold, sharp weight in her abdomen, and yet her skin is buzzing, nails digging into her palm. "I'm-- I'm sorry."

She feels Pearl's shift in response to her own, and she has to clench her hands to keep herself from reaching out and holding Pearl and telling her everything's alright. Pearl doesn't need that right now, she doesn't want to be coddled.

"Sorry isn't good enough," her tone is even and firm, without harshness or anger. She wants to keep it even for now. Her body feel a little stiff, but she rolls her shoulders again, keeps her back straight. She needs authority. She sits back a bit, feet on the floor, making more space on her lap.

"You need to learn the consequences," and she motions to it, for Pearl to position herself over it.

"Yes, of course," Pearl hurriedly responds, chin tipping down as her shoulders hitch up. Yet despite everything in her posture radiating subservience, when faced with the gesture, Pearl doesn't move.

Between the crinkled brow and doe-eyed stare, it's not hard to guess why. Pearl bites her lower lip, feeling the heat in her cheeks flare.

"W-what, um, am I supposed to do?"

Pearl's hesitance makes Garnet waver for just a moment, only indicated by her lips pursing and her taking a moment to swallow. Is she doing it wrong? Or did she choose the wrong thing to start with? She doesn't want to break character though, so she clears her throat, trying to make it sound more like she's bothered that Pearl didn't follow instructions right away.

"Lay across my lap, on your stomach." She motions with one hand at her lap, then raises the other, her right hand, in a gesture that shows what she means. And in case it doesn't, "I'm going to spank you as punishment."

"Oh," Pearl squeaks, her heart caught in an upwards whirlpool that nearly lodges it inside her throat. She lets out a high-pitched, stammered laugh, and her eyes dart wildly between Garnet's face and lap. "Yes, aha, I could've guessed that, couldn't I?"

And, okay, she really needs to shut up now. Her nervous babbling has never done any good, and in this particular scenario it might be even worse. "Sorry," she mumbles, before swallowing hard enough to stretch out her neck and roll back her shoulders.

Clunkily, she moves into the requested position, planting her elbows on the sofa and her face in her forearms. Garnet's lap is warm and soft -- she's rested on it many times before, when reading or watching a movie or sometimes just to nap on a Sunday afternoon, but never... not like this.

Embarrassment prickles at Pearl's ears, suddenly all too aware of every part of her body, the way the weight in her stomach rolls and shifts.

With a sharp inhale and her eyes squeezed shut, she braces herself for her punishment.

Garnet swallows multiple times, trying to get rid of the lump that's taken residence in her throat. She feels her whole mouth clenched, in an effort to keep that straight-lipped, seriousness. She's all too keenly aware of everything, how slowly Pearl moves, the way the cushions dip as she shifts her weight, the feel of her stomach and chest on her thighs.

Pearl wants this, she repeats to herself. Pearl asked for this. She wants to be what Pearl needs right now. She wants her mistakes to be acknowledged, to have a firm hand acknowledge her mistakes. Garnet wants to be a little kinder, that is her instinct.

It's those contradictions that make her bring her hand first, softly, between Pearl's shoulders. She doesn't caress or massage, simply touches. Makes Pearl aware of where her hand is. She moves it down her back slowly, so Pearl will know where it's going, when it's coming. She follows the slight dip at her waist, then the curve of her behind, and then her hand stops. Not cupping, not kneading, just acknowledging. "Your behavior recently is unacceptable, Pearl."

Garnet feels her chest heavy, her breaths coming a little quicker.

"You were late to school." She raises her hand and brings it back down with a smack. Not too hard, to start, keeping her hand against Pearl to alleviate the initial sting. "You spilled coffee on your boss." Then again. Once more.

Pearl's shoulders jump at the stroke of hand between them, and her breath catches -- it unsnags from her throat as soon as the lack of force to it registers, but her muscles remain just as tense. Whether Garnet's touch is meant to soothe or taunt, she has no way of telling, but all the same Pearl can't stop the shivers that run down her spine.

She is coming to realize, suddenly, that there is a very thin line between anticipation and dread.

The words make her flinch before the slap does, and when it finally comes, it's like a surge of electricity up her body -- Pearl lets out a sharp, clipped moan, digging her forehead into the sofa cushion. Then, again-- oh-- even through her jeans, she feels her skin prickle.

Garnet's touch is unhesitant and firm, like everything about her. Her voice is all authority, its usual husky edge seeming to thicken around the words in a way that makes Pearl's toes curl.

But Garnet is strong-- she's stronger than that. She can make this much more than a dull sting, she knows. But Pearl won't ask for it. This is her punishment; she shouldn't get to. If Garnet could see the full severity of her mistakes, then maybe--...

"I-it's unacceptable," Pearl echoes into the sofa, feeling her own breath buzz across the leather and her skin. "I'm a disgrace." Her hips shift, the curve of her spine twisting. "Shameful."

Oh. The next time Garnet hears Pearl's voice she hesitates for just a moment more, before her hand smacks Pearl again. Even muffled, Pearl's voice sounds different. The way her back curves over Garnet's lap is different, almost like Pearl is asking without asking. She's letting Garnet know what she wants.

"Absolutely shameful. You should know better by now," and without thinking, she feels her hand connect harder against Pearl, and even the feel of denim against it stings her palm. It buzzes against her fingertips, this new feeling, and she breathes in sharply. She doesn't wait too long for Pearl's reaction before raising her hand again.

"I expect more from you, Pearl." Her hand connects even harder, and this time her free hand takes hold of Pearl's shoulders to keep her from rocking forward too far.

"Ah!"

Pearl's whole body jolts, the impact rocking her forward on her knees. She trembles with the aftershock, lips parting around a shaky exhale. That. That was... exactly what she wanted. Her head sways, heavy, filled to the brim with the swirling heat of humiliation and guilt and-- and pleasure.

"You're right, I-- hnah--!" The next strike comes faster and harder than she expected, and her teeth clamp down on her lower lip through a moan. It takes her a second to recollect her words, after.

"I d-deserve to be punished."

"You really, really do." Her hand connects with Pearl again, and she can feel the throb in her own fingers from the force she's been using. She's expecting Pearl to beg her to stop at any moment, but instead Pearl's voice seems to beg her to continue. The way Pearl is responding, Garnet would like to as well.

"I'll have to think of a good punishment." Her hand still pressed harshly against Pearl, turns and follows the curve of her ass, and Garnet presses her fingers up between her thighs. She moves them against Pearl's jeans, feeling the heat and wetness from her center already. "I need to teach you a lesson."

The muscles in Pearl's thighs tighten when, rather than pull away again, Garnet's fingers begin trailing down. Her tongue feels heavy and wet in her mouth, and she swallows hard, sucking it dry. It helps for maybe five seconds.

Garnet's rubbing against her, the zip of her fly pressing in just so beneath her thumb -- and god help her, Pearl's wet already, the throb between her legs strong enough for her to wonder if Garnet can feel it. Because Pearl can feel it all throughout her body, in her abdomen and in her chest and her fingertips.

She can't believe what this is doing to her.

"Yes," she whimpers, squirming beneath Garnet's touch already -- her body can't help wanting more, even if she knows she doesn't deserve it. But then, it matters little; Garnet is the one to decide. She's hers to do with as she pleases.

The thought makes Pearl shiver.

"Yes, please."

She doesn't even know what it is she's asking for. But whatever Garnet has to give her, she wants.

Edited 2015-09-10 03:31 (UTC)

"Good." Garnet continues to move her hand against Pearl, even as she feels her thighs tighten around it. She's always liked the way they do that, small and soft, yet powerful in their own way. Pearl's already responding to only this much, Garnet feels her throat tighten at the thought how she would respond to more.

Her hand at Pearl's shoulders moves down, and undoes the button of Pearl's jeans rather skillfully. She's had plenty of practice and she was always good at that. This allows her to pull them down, leaving them gathered around Pearl's hips. Then her hand moves up, rubbing over already pinkening skin.

"Lesson one." She doesn't wait for a response before bringing her hand down hard on Pearl again, this time the slap coming out much higher-pitched, as skin hits skin. She feels Pearl's skin react to the hit, and her fingers squeeze at the softness, pulling at, pressing against it as if she wants to shape it into something new. Then her hand moves a little down to push in between Pearl's thighs again, and everything she felt through her jeans is confirmed. Having Pearl's ear this close to her, Garnet leans forward as she moans at the warmth and wetness she finds there.

Edited 2015-09-12 22:59 (UTC)