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Drabble for OPYuri100 - Topic: Pain
Title: Punishment
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Hina/Tashigi
Word Count: 300
Tashigi knew her face had to be as crimson as the nail polish she could just see resting on a corner of the dresser. Warmth suffused her entire being, a flush born of equal parts embarrassment and arousal. Her body quivered with a trembling she could no longer control. This entire situation was so very humiliating, but damn if it wasn’t the cause of the trickle of moisture she could feel inching down the inside of one thigh.
The anticipation was the worst. She would tense, waiting, and then relax. Sometimes the blow would fall. Sometimes not, and the cycle would start all over again. A master was at work; one skilled in the art of reading her body and taking a certain measure of glee in watching her when she jumped or flinched at a feint or when she simply couldn’t be still any longer.
Sure enough, as soon as her buttocks unclenched, became vulnerable, the strike came. Her bottom was red as her face, handprints fading slowly on that sore canvas. It stung at first, almost a burning sensation, before each hit slowly melded with the ones before into a dull ache that pulsed in time with the building desire between her legs. Finally it was all over in a flurry of hits that left her gasping and squirming against the lap she lay over.
“Did you learn your lesson?” She could practically feel the purr in Hina’s voice as the captain gently caressed her handiwork. “Hmm, Lieutenant?”
Ooh, she was so evil and tricky. It wasn’t her fault that the military had her conditioned so well.
“Yes m-ma’…I mean H-Hina.”
“Good girl. Now, for your reward…”
She didn’t bother to hold back her moan when she felt the touch of cool leather strands on her overheated flesh.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Hina/Tashigi
Word Count: 300
Tashigi knew her face had to be as crimson as the nail polish she could just see resting on a corner of the dresser. Warmth suffused her entire being, a flush born of equal parts embarrassment and arousal. Her body quivered with a trembling she could no longer control. This entire situation was so very humiliating, but damn if it wasn’t the cause of the trickle of moisture she could feel inching down the inside of one thigh.
The anticipation was the worst. She would tense, waiting, and then relax. Sometimes the blow would fall. Sometimes not, and the cycle would start all over again. A master was at work; one skilled in the art of reading her body and taking a certain measure of glee in watching her when she jumped or flinched at a feint or when she simply couldn’t be still any longer.
Sure enough, as soon as her buttocks unclenched, became vulnerable, the strike came. Her bottom was red as her face, handprints fading slowly on that sore canvas. It stung at first, almost a burning sensation, before each hit slowly melded with the ones before into a dull ache that pulsed in time with the building desire between her legs. Finally it was all over in a flurry of hits that left her gasping and squirming against the lap she lay over.
“Did you learn your lesson?” She could practically feel the purr in Hina’s voice as the captain gently caressed her handiwork. “Hmm, Lieutenant?”
Ooh, she was so evil and tricky. It wasn’t her fault that the military had her conditioned so well.
“Yes m-ma’…I mean H-Hina.”
“Good girl. Now, for your reward…”
She didn’t bother to hold back her moan when she felt the touch of cool leather strands on her overheated flesh.