Chapter Text
“Do I need to get the brat taming stick?” Gideon teased, throwing her legs across Harrowhark’s lap as she settled in with the TV remote. She flicked through the channels, glancing subtly at Harrowhark’s flushed and pouting face.
“Maybe,” Harrow said noncommittally. Her eyes darted toward the bedroom, completely ignoring the program that Gideon settled on. “Not that it matters much. You couldn’t tame me even if you tried.”
“Is that a fact?” Gideon smirked. “That’s not what I heard last time when you were begging me to-”
“That’s different!” Harrow huffed, flustered. “That was just sex, Griddle. Completely different.”
“Oh, so you only want to be a good girl when your pussy is involved, hm?” Gideon taunted, tickling Harrow's ribs without a second thought.
She didn’t expect the slap, which made it all the more surprising to both of them when Harrow’s palm connected with Gideon’s cheek. They both froze, staring at one another with wide eyes.
Gideon blinked. She calmly and quietly sat upright, her stance shifting in a way that left Harrow’s mouth hanging open, her lips trying to form an apology. Harrow squeaked as Gideon wrapped her hand around Harrow’s wrist, pulling her up to her feet.
“Wait, I didn’t mean- I thought you would- I don’t know why-” Harrow sputtered, but Gideon’s face was set with determination. Harrow had no choice but to follow as Gideon led her by the arm to the bedroom, immediately putting her on her knees in the corner to wait.
“You know, Harrow, I was just joking,” Gideon said, and Harrow shuddered at the change in her voice. This wasn’t the lazy-Sunday-evening Gideon Nav who wanted to watch Wheel of Fortune and order takeout. This was a different Nav; one who held the leash wrapped tight at Harrow’s throat, who expected compliance and eager submission. The Gideon Nav who would put her through her paces until Harrow could no longer think to argue.
Harrow felt her panties dampen between her legs. She lifted her hands to her head, pouting mightily as she faced the corner. If she agreed to Gideon’s whims, she would be in for a very long night. A secret part of her couldn’t wait. There was a thrill in being put in her place; to feel her own desperation used against her. Shamed, tamed, and trained: the thought of what Gideon might have in store sent her stomach rolling in anticipation.
“Colors,” Gideon said.
“Green is good. Yellow means pause or I’m approaching my limit. Red is stop. Pomegranate to end everything.”
“Nonverbal,” Gideon commanded, and Harrow blushed. The idea of being gagged and at her mercy made her sweat, her breath catching in her lungs.
“If my hands are free, I snap twice. If my feet are free, I stomp twice. If you hand me an object, I throw it if I reach my limit,” Harrow recited, licking her lips. Her mouth felt like cotton suddenly. She could hear Gideon moving behind her, but she daren’t look over her shoulder. Not yet, at least.
“Here’s your choice, Harrowhark,” Gideon said, and Harrow stiffened. “You’re going to be punished one way or the other for slapping me during your little tantrum. I can either put you over my knee for a quick and painful session with the bath brush that you hate,” she paused, letting her words sink into Harrow’s mind. “Or we can work on your training tonight instead. Choose.”
“Training,” Harrow said without hesitation, though she felt disconnected from her own voice as the words fell out. “I apologize for hitting you.”
“Apology accepted,” Gideon said, and Harrow felt her partner’s large hand thread through her hair affectionately. “But you’re in for it tonight, my girl. Go get dressed. You have two minutes, and I will be counting.”
Harrow stood immediately, nearly tripping over her own feet to get to the closet. She knew exactly what outfit Gideon intended for her to wear; her training uniform was Gideon’s first step in breaking down her defiance. The first time she’d been forced to wear it, she threw a fit that lasted nearly four hours. That was eons ago, though, and Harrow quickly stripped her clothing off and pulled on her outfit; a pair of knee-high socks, white cotton underwear, a white button-down blouse with short sleeves and no bra, a short-short emerald-and-black skirt with a hint of black lace at the hem, and a pair of black house slippers that kept her feet snug and warm. Cringing, she also remembered their other purpose; the first time Gideon spanked her with her own slipper, Harrow was rendered speechless. Well, before the begging started, at least.
She was supposed to finish the look with her hair neatly pinned back and a soft white satin tie knotted around her neck, but Harrow wrinkled her nose at the accessories. She didn’t want to give Gideon the satisfaction just yet. She purposefully left her top two buttons undone, showing off the hollow expanse of skin just below her throat. She hoped she could distract Gideon enough to turn training into sex; she’d managed it once, and now it was a lifelong goal every time she ended up in this kind of mess.
“Two minutes, twelve seconds.”
Harrow winced.
“And I see you’ve decided to test me today,” Gideon said, flicking the end of Harrow’s loose hair. “I was going to start your training quickly, but it looks like we need to start with punishment, hm?”
Harrow crossed her arms, pursing her lips into a thin little line. Gideon tilted her chin up, looking directly into her coal-black eyes.
“Down.”
Harrow allowed herself to be pushed to her knees, huffing as she dropped to all fours on the carpeted floor. Two taps on her lower back, and she begrudgingly raised her bottom higher, curving her spine as Gideon expected. She closed her eyes, biting her lip in anticipation.
“Twelve seconds,” Gideon chided. “That’s twelve hard smacks, Harrow. But then there’s the matter of your appearance. Should I double it? Or triple it?”
Harrow knew better than to respond, but she couldn’t help the groan that escaped her lips. The thrill of the unknown kept her head down, and soon she felt Gideon’s fingers flip up the hem of her short skirt. Her partner’s fingers lingered between her legs, stroking the wet patch in the gusset of her cotton underwear.
“You always get so excited at the prospect of pain,” Gideon mused, pinching Harrow’s inner thigh. “Truly, the greater punishment would be not giving it to you.”
“You wouldn’t dare,” Harrow breathed, struggling not to grind back against Gideon’s fingers.
“You’re right,” Gideon laughed softly. “I enjoy whipping your ass far too much to resist. I love watching you dissolve into an obedient pet after a few punishments. Speaking of which-”
Harrow exhaled slowly as Gideon’s fingers slid into the waistband of her plain panties, slowly dragging them down to mid-thigh.
“Be a good girl and hold still, will you?” Gideon said, rubbing her palm quickly across Harrow’s exposed ass before hauling back with a smack that echoed in the room. Harrow sucked in a breath, groaning as the sting settled in.
“That’s one, Harrow,” Gideon smirked. “In case you were counting.”
“One,” Harrow repeated, wiggling her bottom tauntingly. “In case I was counting.”
“Sassy,” Gideon laughed. “Just as I expected. We’ll see how smart that mouth is by the end of the night.”
“Two,” Harrow hissed. “Three. Four. Five. Gideon, shit.”
“Oh, I’m sorry, did that sting a little?” Gideon mocked, pressing her lips to the reddened skin. Wordlessly, she bit down hard, enjoying the way Harrow arched her back and squealed.
“S-Six,” she gasped. “Seven, eight, nine. Fuck, not there.”
“Aw, you don’t like getting your thighs smacked, do you? Let’s make sure.”
“Asshole,” Harrow gritted her teeth as Gideon concentrated the last of her heavy-handed swats on her upper thighs. “Ten, eleven, twelve! Fuck.”
“Oh, you’re soaked,” Gideon purred, cupping Harrow’s cunt possessively. “Stay still.”
“What are you…?” Harrow jerked her hips as Gideon pressed two fingers inside her, thrusting up lazily into her warmth.
“I said, stay still. I think you need more training,” Gideon murmured, pressing her free hand to Harrow’s lower back. “You’re going to ride my fingers until I tell you to stop. Just like this.”
She pushed down, forcing Harrow’s cunt to lower while leaving her on all fours. It was an awkward position, but it only took four assisted thrusts before Harrow got the hang of it. Gideon loved the sensation of Harrow’s cunt flexing around her fingers, the way her lips tugged gently as she pressed in and out. She could feel a dribble of slick pooling in her palm. Harrow’s heaving breaths sounded so very loud in the quiet room.
“Stop,” she said, and Harrow froze immediately. “Lower yourself slowly. Go as deep as you can take me.”
The deep groan from her partner’s mouth was music to her ears. Harrow’s cunt swallowed her fingers greedily, begging for more.
“Hold.”
Harrow stilled, waiting for her next command. Gideon took her time, scissoring her fingers back and forth, curling them against the front wall of Harrow’s pussy until the girl squirmed with the desperate need to move, to fuck herself until she was satisfied. But Harrow stayed in place, and Gideon had to admit she was impressed.
“Good girl, taking this so well,” she praised, sliding a third finger inside Harrow’s cunt. “Slowly. Fuck yourself slowly. I want to make sure you’re ready for the next part.”
Harrow sighed in relief, shifting herself to take Gideon’s fingers even deeper. She rolled her hips, trying to reach that secret spot that made her crazy.
“Stop,” Gideon warned, and Harrow let out a small whine. She immediately yelped as the three fingers slid out immediately. Gideon’s palm fell rapidly against her backside in displeasure.
“I don’t want to hear complaints,” Gideon scolded, spanking her again. She paused long enough to slide her fingers back inside her partner, fucking her fast and hard until Harrow’s arms collapsed beneath her, her pussy twitching wildly at the sudden assault on her sensitive nerves. But just as a warm pleasure began to build, Gideon’s hands left her altogether. Harrow held her breath as three sharp slaps landed on her swollen labia. Her instinct was to close her legs, but she stopped herself at the last moment. Instead, she spread her legs wider, moaning softly as Gideon slapped her cunt again.
“Have you learned your lesson?” Gideon taunted, sliding her finger between Harrow’s dripping folds.
“I’m sorry,” Harrow whimpered, hyper-aware of Gideon’s finger tracing so very close to her clit. She wanted to thrust her hips backwards, to force the friction that could send her over the edge. But this was training, and she knew better.
“You’re forgiven,” Gideon said gently. “Back into position. You’re going to fuck yourself on the orange dildo while I watch.”
“Yes,” Harrow moaned, raising herself on wobbly limbs. She straightened herself, waiting patiently in position as Gideon washed her hands and fetched the toy from their drawer. She heard the cap of the lubricant, the gentle squirt of fluid and the slick noise as Gideon prepared the toy for her. The orange one wasn’t too bad. It didn’t stretch her to the point of pain, and with her cunt so slick and ready, she imagined it would be easy to obey.
“Begin,” Gideon said, reclining back to watch. Harrow wiggled until she felt the tip of the cock press against her entrance. She slowly lowered herself, groaning out loud at the stretch as her body accepted the new intrusion. It took a few tries to get the angle right, but soon Harrow found herself obediently fucking herself under Gideon’s golden gaze.
She panted, her tongue lolling out of her mouth as her pussy slid along the shaft, the dildo’s ridges providing just enough friction to drive her mad. She lost herself in the sensation; the ache in her cunt, the stretch and pull of her muscles; the shaking in her arms as she struggled to hold herself upright. She moaned out loud, feeling the pressure build between her legs.
“Stop,” Gideon commanded, and Harrow froze. Her legs trembled to hold herself with just the tip of the dildo inside. “Slow.”
Harrow lowered herself slowly, mewling as the cock slipped deeper inside her. She wanted more, harder, faster. This part of her training was the hardest. Suppressing her own desire for Gideon’s; obeying Gideon’s command even when her body screamed its own needs.
“Stop.”
“Please,” Harrow whispered, trying to conceal the whine in her voice.
“What’s wrong?” Gideon smirked, cupping Harrow’s face in her hand. “Does your pussy need something?”
Harrow gave her such a pitiful, pleading look that Gideon laughed out loud.
“Nice try, cutie pie,” Gideon winked. “I’m still cross with you. I think-” Gideon tapped her partner’s lips, watching with amusement as Harrow opened her mouth and began to suck on the digits without being told. “I think you need a punishment training session. If you take it well, I’ll use the wand on that needy little clit until you cum.”
Gideon curled her fingers inside Harrowhark’s mouth, feeling the girl gag around them. She massaged Harrow’s tongue until her gag reflex settled, leaving her teary-eyed and trembling.
“But if you’re a naughty little brat,” Gideon continued, withdrawing her fingers. She wiped them on her shirt, patting Harrow’s cheek lightly, “-you’ll spend the rest of the night in the corner with a plug in your ass, untouched, and you’ll sleep alone tonight. Do we have an understanding?”
Harrow nodded, swallowing thickly. She groaned as Gideon pulled her to stand, kicking her legs wide. She glanced down at the orange dildo, blushing at the sheer amount of liquid shimmering on the silicone. She put her hands on her head without being told, thrusting her chest out in the position Gideon expected.
“Good,” Gideon nodded. “I plan to leave you with a very sore ass tonight, Harrowhark. Can you handle your nipple clamps, too?”
Harrow considered, biting her lip.
“Not tonight,” she admitted, dropping her gaze. “I’m sorry.”
“Thank you for telling me,” Gideon said gently, running her fingers down Harrow’s back. “No clamps tonight. You’ll have plenty to focus on while I train your tight little asshole, anyway.”
Harrow let out a soft moan, tilting her head back. Gideon cupped her pussy, thumbing her clit until her chest heaved.
“Close,” she whispered.
“Good girl,” Gideon praised, withdrawing her touch. “You’re being so good for me tonight. You’re going to do some anal training, and I’m going to spank you. Does that sound acceptable?”
“Please,” Harrow whispered, her eyelids fluttering shut.
“Since you’ve been so well-behaved, I’ll let you choose: which one first? Anal? Or the spanking?”
“Anal,” Harrow said, licking her lips in anticipation. “I want to cum while you spank me.”
“Mm,” Gideon considered, tapping her chin thoughtfully. “I suppose I can make that happen. If-” she paused, smirking as Harrow’s eyes widened, her pupils blown wide, “-you take two with the wand immediately afterward.”
“Deal,” Harrow agreed readily. “Thank you.”
“Kneel,” Gideon said, ruffling Harrow’s hair. “Panties all the way off. I want you to lubricate your asshole while I grab the training cock.”
“Yes, Sir,” Harrow breathed, reaching for the little bottle of lubricant. As Gideon crossed to the drawer, Harrow carefully reached back to press one slick digit against her anus. She groaned as she pushed the finger inside herself, wishing she could thrust back against it. If she could only change position-
“Two fingers, honey,” Gideon chided, slicking up the tapered cock until it glistened with AstroGlide from the narrow tip to the thick base. She fixed the gray silicone cock to the wall by its suction base, adjusting the height until it lined up perfectly with Harrow’s hole. “Then, we’ll see if you’re ready for this. Think you can be a good girl and take it all the way to the wall for me?”
“You wish,” Harrow snorted, gasping as she struggled to relax her muscles. She gently coaxed a second finger inside her ass, breathing through the stretch. At the look on Gideon’s face, she quickly added, “I’ll try, Sir.”
“That’s what I thought,” Gideon grinned, shaking her head at her unruly brat. “Watch that sassy mouth of yours or you’ll end up plugged through your spanking, too.”
“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” Harrow moaned, bowing her head to her chest. She felt herself growing wetter by the second. “Tell me more.”
“Dirty girl,” Gideon purred, tilting Harrow face up. She pressed her forehead against Harrowhark’s, her voice low and dangerous. “You love it when I’m mean to you.”
“Maybe,” Harrow breathed, her eyes half-lidded. “Not my fault you’re an absolute sadist.”
“Says my perfect little masochist,” Gideon laughed, patting her cheek. “Back that ass up, sugar tits. I want to see you stretched around my cock like a bitch in heat.”
“Fuck,” Harrow groaned, biting her lower lip hard. Her clit throbbed with need and nothing could quench it. “Gideon, I need- Please, let me-”
“Not a chance in hell, sweetheart,” Gideon laughed. “I want to watch you take that dick for me. Nice and slow. You know the position. Open up and take it, my girl.”
Harrow cried out as she pushed her ass back against the cock, jolting as the tip popped past her rim. She could feel sweat beading on her forehead as she breathed through the stretch, the ache so deep inside her that it nearly drove her to tears. She felt Gideon’s hand on her shoulder, rubbing a soothing circle against her neck. Gently, Gideon pushed her back until her ass took another centimeter of silicone.
“You’re doing great, my good girl,” Gideon praised, stroking Harrow’s back. “Keep going. You can do it.”
“I can’t,” Harrow moaned, her legs shaking with the effort. “Please.”
“Keep going,” Gideon said firmly, pushing her back a fraction more. “I’ve seen you take more than this. You want to cum, don’t you? Pretty thing, look at how open you are for me. You can take any cock I give you, can’t you?”
“Please,” Harrow whined. “No more.”
“Yes, more,” Gideon said, cupping her face. “No more complaints. Look in my eyes while you fuck yourself. In and out. Breathe, Harrowhark. Relax and look at me.”
“Yes, Sir,” Harrow held her breath, rocking on her knees with gentle pressure. She gasped out loud when the cock slipped further inside her, and she nearly lost her balance trying to fuck herself deeper. She slid one knee back, bracing herself on her elbows as she stared up at Gideon’s handsome face. Her ass felt full, so fucking full, and a pleasant warm sensation coiled in her belly.
“That’s it,” Gideon crooned, sitting back on her heels. She watched Harrow’s frantic rocking motions, licking her lips as the cock sank deeper inside Harrowhark’s tight little asshole. She crossed her arms, humming proudly as Harrow’s moans grew more and more explicit. “Good girl, good girl. Fuck, baby, you’re so fucking gorgeous like this. We’ll get that asshole trained to take any cock I give it. Next time, maybe I’ll fuck into you myself. Wouldn’t you like that, pretty thing? Wouldn’t you like to bounce on my cock while I fuck your ass?”
“God, yes,” Harrow cried, her face screwed up in tortured pleasure. “Please, Sir, please, touch me. Touch me. I need it. I need you. Gideon, please, touch me and make me cum. Make me cum for you, only you.”
“Music to my fucking ears,” Gideon smirked. “No.”
“Please!” Harrow whined, nearly in tears from her distress. She rocked back again, her breath hitching as her ass finally touched the cold, smooth wall as the last lubricated inch slipped between her cheeks. She froze, her head hanging between her shaking arms as she adjusted to the fullness, the incomprehensible sensation of being so thoroughly owned.
“Good girl,” Gideon said quietly. “Touch yourself.”
Harrow didn’t hesitate. Her hand flew between her legs, rubbing her clit with a frantic motion that should have been painful but felt mind-numbingly good. Her breath came quicker and heavier, her gasps and pants more debauched the closer she came to spilling over the edge. Her back arched as she felt the pleasure build, and she ground the heel of her hand against her clit as she-
“Stop.”
Harrow screamed. She screamed furiously, loud and long and raw, until her throat ached and her cunt pulsed angrily at the denial. She banged her fists on the ground, tears pouring down her face as her chest heaved.
She fell forward, wailing as her ass relinquished its grip on the training cock, leaving her empty. Gideon pulled her forward by the arm, spitting directly on her gaping hole, holding her head down to the floor with a palm against the back of her neck. Gideon withdrew a small butt plug from her pocket, teasing Harrow’s slick, twitching rim before pushing the silicone plug home, flicking it with her fingernail.
“Nice little tantrum,” Gideon said coldly. “Did you forget this is punishment, Harrow? You don’t get to decide when you feel pleasure. That’s for me to decide.”
Gideon grabbed Harrow by her starched white shirt collar, pulling her up to her feet. She flipped up Harrowhark’s skirt again, spanking her with firm, crisp swats. Harrow keened, sobbing more from her stolen orgasm and the plug in her ass than pain; if anything, the spanking was a comfort that she wasn’t sure she deserved.
“Back to the wall,” Gideon scolded, giving the girl a gentle shove. “Sixth punishment position. Hands on your head.”
Harrow whimpered, assuming a painful wall squat with her hands clasped against the crown of her head. Within seconds, her legs began to shake from the strain of holding her position.
“This body belongs to me,” Gideon said quietly, kneeling casually at Harrow’s level. “It takes what I give it, and it does not complain.”
“I’m sorry,” Harrow hissed, jerking instinctively as Gideon’s fingers traced the outline of her nipples beneath the thin white material. She let out a low moan as her nipples rose to attention, pebbling beneath her clothes as Gideon lazily stroked and teased them.
“Punishment, Harrow,” she said quietly. “Punishment should teach you a lesson. What lesson are you learning here?”
Harrow bit her lip hard, her chest painfully tight. Her nipples were so sensitive; every touch threatened to drive her completely mad. Her clit ached with need, her pussy flushed and swollen with arousal. Gideon dragged her fingernails across the fabric, sending waves of sensation through Harrowhark’s body as her nipples reacted to each stroke like they couldn’t possibly take any more.
“Please, Gideon, please, I need to cum. I need to cum so bad. Please, I’ll be so good for you. I’ll be your good girl. You can spank me until I cry and I’ll be so, so good for you. Please, I need to cum.”
“Hmm,” Gideon taunted. “I think you can hold it. I think you can stay in this position for another sixty seconds while I make your little nipples all sore and puffy.”
“Please!” Harrow begged, her legs visibly trembling. “I can’t hold it. I’ll fall.”
“If you fall, you’ll regret it,” Gideon shrugged, letting the threat hang in the air. “You can do it. Be my good girl and take your punishment.”
Gideon pinched both nipples roughly, pulling them away from Harrow’s body. The girl moaned in dismay, arching her back to give her aching nipples some relief. Gideon leaned forward and latched her mouth around first one nipple and then the other, her saliva easily soaking through the thin fabric of Harrow’s top. She dragged her teeth along the edge of each breast, nipping roughly at the tender skin until Harrow yelped.
“Relax,” Gideon said at last, immediately catching her naughty brat as Harrowhark’s legs finally gave out. She bodily lifted the girl over her shoulder, lazily swatting her backside as she squealed and pounded her fists against Gideon’s back.
“No-oo!” Harrow squealed, wiggling to avoid the sharp smacks. “Not fair! I was good!”
“Oh, Harrow,” Gideon sighed, as though explaining something to a very small child. “This is your reward for being a good girl. I thought you might appreciate a warm-up before I absolutely blister your ass in a minute.”
Gideon emphasized her point with several more swats, finally setting Harrow back on her feet. The girl danced from foot to foot, pouting as she rubbed her stinging backside.
“It hurts more with the plug,” she fussed.
“Good,” Gideon smirked. “Go fetch the brat taming stick. I’m going to spank you over the desk like a dirty little schoolgirl. And when I’m satisfied with your punishment, I’ll put you over my lap and paddle you with the hairbrush while you ride the magic wand. You owe me three good ones.”
“Oh, fuck,” Harrow whimpered, squeezing her legs tightly together to quell the agonizing desire. “Gideon, please, please, will you fuck me? If I’m a good girl for you, will you fuck me like a bad girl gets fucked?”
“Like a bad girl gets fucked, huh?” Gideon cracked her neck to each side, stretching her muscular arms over her head. The look she gave Harrow was pure hunger. “I can do that.”
Harrow’s lips parted, and against all training, she reached for her.
Gideon kissed like fire, and Harrow craved the burn. She loved the possession; the ache she was left with once the kiss was over. It sent a blush across her whole body, and she was too far gone to even cry out as Gideon pushed her toward the toy trunk with a hard swat to the seat of her skirt.
She held the brat taming stick out with eager nerves, her stomach twisting deliciously as Gideon swished it through the air. Harrow couldn’t take her eyes off it. It was somewhere between a switch and a cane; thin and whippy, but made from sturdy acrylic. It didn’t just kiss the skin; it bit into each lash.
Harrow fucking loved it.
“I’ve been waiting to say this all night, my girl,” Gideon smirked, swishing the stick through the air once more. She pointed it toward the wooden desk against the far wall.
“Raise your skirt and bend over.”