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It was late, so late that the sun had started to set, and the heat of the day began to dissipate, leaving a cool, almost picturesque dusk for the still bustling city of New Eridu to bask in. Belle, however, didn’t think she’d get the chance to truly appreciate it. No, instead of an evening stroll, or a late night hollow dive, she found herself at one of Belebog Industries’ largest warehouses, lined wall to wall with groundbreaking tech, and, at its center, a workshop, still in use by one grimy, sweaty, entirely too focused woman.
It made Belle frown. “Grace.” She cried, stretching out the name until it became more of a sound, echoing throughout the warehouse.
Grace didn’t even spare her a glance, though, eyes fluttering from computer screen, to workbench, and back.
“Mommy,” and Belle stretched it out much the same, slumping against Grace’s back, making the woman lean forward under her weight.
“What?” Grace snapped, finally twisting around to look at her.
Belle simply rolled her eyes. “What time is it?”
“It doesn’t matter. I’m working—there’s a prototype test demo soon, and I need my children to be ready.”
“And you’re neglecting your other child.”
Grace muttered something indistinguishable back, and the slight pink tinge of her cheeks made Belle smile.
“Did you forget we have a date tonight?” Belle made her way across the workbench, and sat down on a stool across from Grace, purposefully pressing her chest up, as she leaned forward. “You even got us a reservation at that super expensive restaurant. It’s supposed to be crazy exclusive, too. What if we end up having to reschedule?”
Finally, after pressing a few more keys on her computer, Grace pressed the screen closed, sighing, rubbing at the bridge of her nose. “I’m sorry, baby doll. I didn’t forget; I just lost track of time.”
Belle rolled her eyes. “The Iron Witch strikes again.”
That made Grace’s expression flatten, however. “You know that’s not fair.”
Belle slid herself away from the workbench, standing up, and stretching. “Neither is making me wait for you so long.”
“Whatever,” and Grace stood up as well, taking her laptop with her, and sticking out her hand. “Come on, sweet pea.”
Belle happily bounded towards her, taking her hand in her own, and sidling up close. When she did, however, she scrunched her nose in faux disgust. “You’re all sweaty and gross.”
Grace simply smiled. “I did just finish working, after all. It’s never seemed to be a problem for you before, though.”
“Mm.” Grace hummed in affirmation, pulling Grace’s arm over her shoulder, and letting her head rest against the side of her chest. “I don’t mind.”
“Incorrigible. You’d fit right in with some of the other children; none of you have a clue how to behave.”
Belle stuck her tongue out at Grace. “I can behave just fine.”
All Grace did, however, was raise an eyebrow at her, as she opened the door of the car for her.
She spent the car ride to her home telling Belle about work—words and explanations the girl, for the most part, didn’t understand, but listened to nevertheless. Belle let her head rest against the window, and hummed along to whatever song Grace let her play through the speakers, and Grace smiled at how rigid she went when she let a hand rest against the younger girl’s thigh, fingers tracing lines against the bare skin beneath her skirt. Once she did that, it was all Belle could think about until they finally made it to Grace’s apartment.
When they finally did, though, the first thing Grace did was set her laptop on a table, and run a hand through her hair. “Just make yourself comfy; I’m gonna wash up.”
“You know,” Belle responded coyly, stepping in between Grace and the door to her bedroom, “I think I might be kinda sweaty, too. I might have to join you.”
Grace just sighed. “Baby doll, you look good enough to eat, and I’m not gonna ruin all the hard work you did getting ready at home before we even have a chance to go out. Just relax for a bit, okay?”
“Fine.” Belle huffed, lips turning down into a pout, before flopping down onto the nearby couch.
The whole time Grace was in the shower, Belle was thinking about what it must’ve been like. The steam clouding the mirror, soap at her chest, and her armpits, hot water trailing down her stomach, her legs—if it was possible, it somehow worked her up even more than Grace’s incessant hold on her leg in the car. She wondered what they would’ve done, if she had been allowed to join. It made her stomach twist and turn thinking about their tongues colliding, about Grace’s hands on her body, about getting to touch Grace’s, about being forced to scrub every inch of her, or being shoved against the glass screen while Grace stuffed her fingers insi-
When she heard the water turn off, Belle took a deep breath. Thoughts like those would have to go long unattended, and basking in it would only make it worse.
Nevertheless, Grace was a sight when she finally left her room. Her makeup was sparse, but just enough to accentuate, and Belle was so unused to seeing her in anything but rags for work that, though her outfit might’ve been plain—just a regular looking suit, sans tie, with a loose fitting, frilly blouse—it still made her jaw drop. They so rarely got to go on actual dates that seeing her cleaned up like that was stunning, and Grace couldn’t help but roll her eyes when she noticed her staring.
“My eyes are up here, sweet pea.” Grace said jokingly because, of course, her top left her cleavage ever so slightly visible, and, of course, Belle was practically drooling over it.
“I know.” Her eyes didn’t move, though.
Grace stepped closer, lifting Belle’s chin with a finger, and making their gazes lock, and that had Belle shrinking in on herself. “Be a good girl, now.”
Belle simply nodded.
“As much as I love this outfit, the restaurant we’re going to is a bit fancier than usual. I left a dress for you on my bed; go put it on.”
“Yes, mommy,” and Belle could only nod again, before being made to turn away, and guided into Grace’s bedroom. When she came back, now wearing the dress Grace had chosen for her, Grace’s small smile made Belle’s face twist into one of her own.
“Come here.” Grace patted her lap, leaning back against the couch where she had been waiting for Belle.
Belle obliged, making her way towards, and clambering on top of Grace, dress hiking up ever so slightly, as she straddled her waist.
“Are you gonna be a good girl tonight?” Grace asked her, simple, hands holding onto her hips.
“Hmm.” She hummed. “Maybe,” and her response was cheeky, and coupled with a grin.
Grace simply raised an eyebrow at her. “Maybe?”
“I don’t know.” Belle pretended to act clueless, staring at the ceiling, subtly arching her back, and pressing her chest into Grace’s face. “I guess we’ll see.”
“Belle.” With that, Belle’s attention was immediately turned back towards Grace. “You know, there was another part to your outfit, but I didn’t think you’d need it.”
When Grace didn’t elaborate, Belle took it as her cue to ask. “What is it?”
“It’s a necklace.” A pause. Grace thought for a moment before continuing. “Well, I say it’s a necklace, but, really, it’s more like a collar.” Belle gulped. “Do you need me to go get it for you?”
Belle shook her head ‘no.’
“Only good children get to be off their leash, Belle.”
This time, Belle nodded in affirmation.
“Do you know what else good children get?”
Belle took a deep breath in an attempt to steady herself. It didn’t help much, but, even still, an attempt was better than nothing. “R- Rewarded.”
“That’s right! Good girl!” Grace said it so very condescendingly, like she was talking to a child, or an animal, fingers carding through Belle’s hair, and Belle couldn’t stop the way it made her squirm, couldn’t fight back the way it made her panties feel tighter, wetter. “And you want a reward, right, sweet pea?”
Belle nodded once more.
“So, with your words,” As she spoke, one of Grace’s hands dipped below Belle’s dress, groping at her ass, “are you gonna be a good girl tonight?”
“Um.” Belle’s legs were shaking, her breathing so very uneven, and, even worse, she knew Grace could tell. “Y- Yeah. I’ll try.”
“Aww, you’ll try?” Grace’s lips turned to a frown, and the hand under Belle’s dress swatted at her ass, making the girl jolt forward. “Well, I’ll bring it with me just in case.”
Fuck.
Belle’s panties were practically soaked now, and her skin felt superheated, and she knew they were about to leave, but, even still, she felt like just a single touch more from Grace would have her cumming. She wanted it so badly, too, so much so it almost hurt, but it seemed Grace was intent on letting her squirm and writhe in her lap, so very close to that precipice without ever getting to feel the wave crest, and collapse in on itself.
The knowing smile on Grace’s face certainly didn’t help, either, but, once Belle mustered up enough strength, she leaned forward, speaking almost directly into Grace’s ear. “Mommy?”
“What is it, little girl?”
“Um.” Belle whispered the next part. “I think I need to change.”
Grace just sighed, and rolled her eyes. “Make it quick.”
Belle quickly hopped off of her lap, and sprinted into her bedroom, digging through the small portion of Grace’s dresser the woman had allotted her. She changed into a fresh pair of panties, splashed cold water on her face in the connected bathroom—quickly readjusting her makeup afterwards—and took a deep breath. She felt normal. Completely, and totally normal.
When she finally returned, Grace was fidgeting with what looked to be a collar, tucking it into one of the inside pockets of her suit coat once she spotted Belle. “Ready to go?”
Before they went to dinner, though, Belle dragged Grace shopping, which, while certainly not Grace’s favorite thing to do, was somewhat common fare whenever she went out with the younger woman. ‘We have plenty of time.’ Belle had pleaded. ‘You promised.’ ‘Don’t I still need an outfit for your work thing, anyway?’ For as strong a woman as Grace was, caving to Belle’s whims always seemed too hard to resist.
That was how they ended up in a higher end clothing shop, with Grace milling about awkwardly, and Belle flitting between racks. It wasn’t the kind of place the younger woman could ever really afford to shop at by herself, but, well, Grace did have a tendency to spoil her at times.
Before long, Belle reappeared in front of the older woman, clothes in hand, holding them over herself by their hangers as a sort of preview. “What do you think about this one?”
It was skimpy, to say the least—a frilly crop top with a wavy hem, and a pleated miniskirt that, in Grace’s mind, was less mini and more micro. It only took one look for her to roll her eyes. “Absolutely not.”
Belle couldn’t help but pout, though, over exaggerated, almost performative. “Why not? You don’t like it?”
“Baby doll, I thought you said you needed an outfit for a company party, not a rave. I don’t care what you and that pink haired friend of yours get up to in your spare time, but I’m not gonna let you dress like a whore in front of my coworkers.”
Belle did her best not to shiver at that, frown still holding strong. “Can I at least try it on?”
“Fine.” Grace’s sigh was pure exasperation. “But I’m not buying that.”
With that, Belle smiled, standing on her tiptoes to press a kiss to Grace’s cheek before fleeing to a nearby changing room. Grace assumed, or perhaps hoped, that that’d be the end of it; she was, however, sorely mistaken, her hope misplaced.
“Grace.” Belle called out from inside the changing room. “Come look.”
“I’m standing right here, sweetheart.”
“Come here.” Belle practically whined, making Grace’s eyes dart around the store, hoping and praying no one was laying them too much attention. “I don’t wanna come out; I’m embarrassed.”
“If you’re embarrassed now, how are you ever going to actually wear the outfit?”
Belle simply groaned, and, once again, Grace found herself rolling her eyes.
“Fine.” She whipped open the curtain with no pomp, or circumstance, stepping inside, and dragging it closed behind her. “What?”
Belle did a little shimmy where she stood, staring up at Grace, showing off her cleavage, and pointing her ass towards the mirror. “What do you think? Do you like it, mommy?”
Grace took a deep, deep breath—in through her nose, out through her mouth. “I think I’m still not buying that for you.”
“Aww.” Belle cried, sidling up closer to her, pressing her arm against her chest, guiding her palm to her stomach. “I thought for sure you’d like this one.”
Belle could sense the hitch in Grace’s breath, could see how her eyes focused on her chest, could feel the twitching of her fingers, as they splayed across her stomach. It turned her on, a lot, but she knew, if she thought she had it bad, it must’ve been ten times worse for Grace. Her assumption was confirmed when she saw the woman’s vision darken, her voice low, and stern, as she spoke.
“Take it off.”
Belle didn’t move, though, frown turning to a smirk, as she pressed against Grace. “That’s so scandalous, mommy! Won’t we ge-”
“Now.” Grace didn’t let her finish, moving her hand from Belle’s stomach, to her face, holding her by her cheeks, keeping their gazes locked. “You’re acting like a brat. Do you need me to get out your necklace?”
Belle shook her head ‘no,’ or she did as much as she could, at least, with Grace still holding her still.
“With your words.”
“No! No.” She could feel her heart pounding in her chest. “I’m sorry.”
Grace left the fitting room without saying another word.
Once she had changed back into her dress, Belle joined her, holding the tiny outfit in her hand, clearly sulking. “I’ll put it back.”
It made Grace sigh. “Wait,” and her expression softened when Belle looked up towards her. “If you really want it, you can ge-”
Before she even finished speaking, Belle flung herself at Grace, arms wrapping around her neck, and pressing a kiss to her cheek. “Thank you, mommy.”
Grace simply rolled her eyes, hoping desperately they weren’t drawing too much attention to themselves.
They spent the rest of their time there looking for the dress Belle had originally asked for, and, this time, Grace made sure she was the one that picked it out. She did that a lot, truth be told. Not that she’d ever claim to have the greatest sense of fashion—even now, she was most comfortable in her work rags, after all—but, when she was with Belle, the younger girl hardly ever got to choose for herself. It was simple, and, despite the games they might play, Belle certainly didn’t seem to mind.
After finding something Grace deemed suitable, and letting her pay for it, they made their way back to the car, and, eventually, to the restaurant. Grace’s hand was on Belle’s thigh the entire ride, and, while she was desperately trying to regain some of her bravado, she couldn’t pretend that it didn’t make it somewhat hard to speak.
It was just- Fuck. Grace’s treatment had her almost as wet as she was when she changed before they left, but, this time, she had to sit through dinner, and another car ride before she could even consider doing something about it, one way or another. The arm Grace slung around her waist, as they walked into the restaurant certainly didn’t help either, setting her on edge, making her feel superheated.
Regardless, though, the hostess looked up at them, and smiled. “Do you have a reservation?”
“Howard.” Grace responded easily.
The hostess nodded, skimming the booklet in front of her. “Of course.” She said, grabbing two menus, and looking back up towards them. “Right this way.”
Grace held up her hand, though, stopping her. “One menu is fine.”
The hostess looked to Grace, and then to Belle, and then back, shrugging, before putting one of them back. She led them to their table, handed the menu to Grace, and bowed slightly before speaking. “Your server will be with you shortly.”
“Thank you,” and Grace offered her a smile, as she disappeared.
All Belle could do was look around, amazed at the atmosphere, at the art on the walls, and the chandelier hanging from the ceiling. “This is…” She looked back down towards Grace. “Fancier than I expected. I’m glad you made me change.”
“I know,” and, despite the somewhat nonchalant attitude, Grace smiled, eyes skimming over the menu. “It’s hard to trust almost any of your outfits, baby doll.”
“Well that doesn’t seem entirely fair.” As she spoke, Belle tried to peer over the menu, to see what was offered, but all Grace did in response was raise an eyebrow at her. “Can I look?”
“No, not this time.”
Belle let her head rest against the table, pouting. “That’s what you said last time, though.”
“Sit up.” Grace was quick to correct her behavior.
Belle sat back up, but she leaned forward, still intent on getting something she wanted, at least. “Can I at least get wine then? Since you promised?”
“I didn’t promise anything.”
Belle didn’t respond, though, instead staring directly at Grace, lips turning into a pout, eyes pleading.
It made Grace sigh. “I’ll think about it.”
“Thank you, mommy,” and Belle smiled, humming.
Eventually, after filling the time with sips of water, and empty conversation, their waiter made his way over, carrying a small dish of something Belle had never seen, but looked like something between bread and a cracker. He set it down on their table, and smiled, pulling out a notepad. “Are we ready to order?”
Grace nodded. “She’ll have the lemon pasta with the roasted tomatoes, and, for me, the braised lamb, please.”
He nodded, scribbling on his notepad. “Asparagus or mushrooms?”
“Mushrooms.”
“Of course.” He paused to write more. “And anything special to drink for us tonight?”
Grace shook her head ‘no.’ “Just water’s fine, thank you.”
He nodded, scribbling some more.
Before that, they spoke as if Belle wasn’t even there—and, truthfully, she might as well not have been, at least for the moment—but, when Grace answered his last question, she looked over at Belle. The younger woman wore a pleading expression, and it made Grace sigh.
“Actually,” and the waiter looked back towards her, “a glass of whatever the sommelier recommends would be nice. For her.” She pointed across the table towards Belle.
He smiled. “I’ll see what she says.”
He walked away, after that, and, when Grace turned back towards Belle, the oversized smile she wore made her roll her eyes. “Don’t say I don’t ever do anything nice for you, young lady.”
“Oh, of course not.” Belle replied exaggeratedly. “I’d never.”
The rest of the evening was pleasant, in a word. Tense might’ve been another good descriptor, though Belle was unsure how much of it was just in her head. Regardless, she did her best to ignore the excitement that sat heavy in her chest, to disregard how on edge the suspense made her feel.
Grace didn’t seem too phased, though. She just talked about work, or robots, or asked how Belle’s video store was doing, and so on. When their food finally came, Grace told Belle to make sure it was right, though Belle didn’t really have a clue what ‘right’ meant, in that case. It made her feel small being looked after like that, though, like she really was just a child, like Grace was right to treat her that way, to call her as such.
She tried not to linger on it, though, instead enjoying what she figured was the most expensive wine she had ever had, making sure to swallow her food before speaking.
“Oh, by the way,” Grace eventually said, patting her mouth with her napkin, and taking a sip of water, “I made you a date with that Public Security officer, Zhu Yuan.”
Belle tilted her head, confused, though part of her attributed it to the fact that Grace had let her order two more glasses of wine.
“It’s this Thursday, sweet pea. Don’t wear that outfit I bought you earlier; I don’t want you to embarrass me.”
Belle could only frown, setting her fork down. “I don’t wanna go on a date with her.”
This time, Grace seemed confused. “I thought you said you liked her?”
“I said she had a fat ass, not that I wanted to pretend to fall in love with her.”
“Watch it.” Grace’s response was stern, and immediate.
It didn’t phase Belle, though. “Can’t I just go out with you on Thursday, mommy?”
“I’m busy next week, baby doll.” That had Belle’s expression turning to a sulk. “She’ll keep you entertained.”
“You just don’t wanna spend time with me.”
Grace simply sighed. “I already mentioned the test demo, and we’re starting a new project that I might as well be developing by myself, and Koleda wants me at a shareholder meeting for whatever reason, and it’s- It’s hectic right now, sweet pea; I’m sorry. I have other children I need to look after sometimes.”
“You just care about your stupid robots more than me.” Belle muttered under her breath, looking down at her plate. “I don’t need a babysitter.”
“Belle.” Grace’s voice was low, and stern, but Belle didn’t even flinch. “Look at me, young lady.” Belle looked up towards her, but her expression was unchanging. “I’m overwhelmed, right now; I don’t really have a choice.”
“You always say that. Maybe you should just switch careers.”
“Just-” Grace rubbed at the bridge of her nose, taking a deep breath. “Whatever. You’re making a scene. Finish eating before it gets cold.”
Despite how much she might’ve wanted to, Belle pointedly didn’t pick her fork back up. “I’m not hungry anymore.”
Grace was unamused. “You’re not hungry?”
“No.”
“You know that was expensive, right?”
Belle just nodded. She couldn’t help but feel like she was throwing a temper tantrum, and the look in Grace’s eyes told her she agreed.
“Fine. Fine.” With a hand, Grace called their waiter over, addressing Belle before he arrived. “Then here’s what’s gonna happen: you’re gonna sit there and watch me eat, and then we’re gonna go home, and ‘rewarded’ is not what you’re gonna be. Got it?”
Before Belle could reply, their waiter arrived. “Is everything satisfactory?”
“Yeah. Can I get the check?” Grace asked him, trying not to snow how frustrated she was.
“Not staying for dessert.”
“No, not this time.”
“I see, I see.” He nodded. “Of course, then.”
“Oh, and,” Before he could walk away, Grace had another request for him, “you can take her plate with you. She’s finished.”
He nodded again, taking Belle’s plate, and leaving without saying another word.
“Happy?” Grace said, finally looking back towards Belle.
Belle, however, didn’t offer a response, instead choosing to pick at the tablecloth.
“Fine, stay quiet,” and Grace reached inside her suit coat, pulling the collar out of her pocket, and tossing it at Belle. “That’s for you.”
Belle couldn’t stop herself from squeezing her thighs shut when it landed in front of her, quickly tucking it away.
The rest of the night went exactly as Grace had described. She, very slowly, very exaggeratedly finished her meal—making as much of a show for Belle as she reasonably could—paid the check, and, arm firm around Belle’s waist, they walked back to the car. Belle couldn’t decide if she was more afraid, or turned on. She was always kind of a brat around Grace, finding it fun to push her buttons, to work her up, and Grace never truly seemed to mind, but seeing her like this was exceptionally rare.
“Sit.” She said, opening the car door for Belle.
Belle did as she was told, sitting in the passenger seat, legs hanging out of the car.
“Collar.”
Belle handed it to her, trying not to squirm as Grace fastened it tightly to her neck, and slammed the door shut when she was done.
Grace then rounded the car, climbing into the driver’s seat, and pressing the button to start it. “I’ll try.” She said mockingly, backing out of her parking spot, and pulling onto the road. “So we’re just lying now? Is that it?”
It was quiet, for a moment. Belle was almost too scared to speak. “I’m sor-” She started, but Grace cut her off.
“Don’t.”
The car ride back to Grace’s apartment was long, and silent, not even the radio making a single noise. The whole time, Grace didn’t lay a finger on Belle, and, somehow, that was even worse than when she would let her hand play at her thigh. Maybe work really was getting to Grace because she was in rare form, and it filled Belle with this perfect mix of worry and excitement, with not a clue what exactly the woman had in store for her.
Finally, they made it back inside, and, as soon as Belle had shut the door, she was shoved against it, Grace towering over her.
“Do you always have to be such a brat?” Grace slapped her hard across her face. “Sometimes I wonder what the fuck I’m even gonna do with you,” and Grace let her forehead rest against the top of Belle’s, closing her eyes, and taking a deep breath.
Belle was stunned into silence. Grace said it almost like a parent would, one trying to bring a misbehaving child back in line. It turned her on to no end, made her want to squirm beneath the older woman, made it hard to stand still, or know what to expect next.
What was next became incredibly obvious, though, when Grace grabbed her face by her cheeks, led her to the table, and shoved her down against it. Then she figured she knew what she might be in for.
“You insist on dressing like a slut.” Grace flipped up the bottom of Belle’s dress, and slid down her panties, spanking her hard, making her yelp. “You try so hard to get me to, what, cram my fingers inside you? In the fucking dressing room?” She spanked her again, and again, and Belle could feel her ass turning red. When she tried to shut her eyes, though, Grace yanked her head to the side by her hair, making her stare directly into the nearby mirror. “Eyes open. Pay attention.”
Belle nodded.
“You throw a tantrum,” That spank was the hardest one yet, “when I try to do something nice for you.” Two more, and Belle couldn’t stop the tears from streaming down her cheeks. “And, after begging me to take you somewhere fancy, you get drunk, and waste my money on food you didn’t even eat.”
Each slap against her ass hurt more, and more, each one had her knees shaking, her clit leaking, tears falling from her eyes, and cries pouring from her mouth. Fuck, it hurt so bad, but it felt so good. This was what she had been waiting for since before they even left, that almost addicting sort of pain, debased, and degraded. It seemed Grace could tell, though, because Belle swore she hit her as hard as she could when she noticed, making her lurch forward, and almost scream.
“No child of mine,” Grace continued, undeterred, “should ever be so salacious, so deviant, so ungrateful, and fucking irritating.” Each name she called her was punctuated with a spank, each one making Belle cry louder, and louder. “At least the robots you’re always complaining about know how to listen. At least my other children know how to behave in public, and the ones that don’t get fixed. What do you know how to do? Cry? Bend over and spread your asshole? Is that all?”
Belle was properly sobbing, then, yelps, and apologies, and excuses pouring from her mouth. It hurt so fucking much; she felt like she could barely even stand, like the only thing keeping her on her feet was Grace’s grip in her hair, her weight pressing her down against the table. It didn’t help, either, just how wet she was, how precum practically poured out of her, and dripped into the panties Grace had left halfway down her thighs. She couldn’t even be sure whether or not she had actually came, the pain and the tears making it impossible to tell.
Regardless, when Grace yanked her back to her feet, she almost collapsed, held up only by force of will, and the hand Grace gripped the back of her head with.
“Well?” Grace asked, cold, and biting. “Is that all?”
Belle had to try her hardest to stop crying in order to be able to speak. “N- No,” and she shook her head.
“What else then?”
Belle’s resolve didn’t last very long, though, tears soon streaking down her face once more. “I- I’m sorry.”
Grace just sighed, turning Belle away from the mirror, and towards herself. “Are you gonna be good?”
Belle nodded as fast as she could.
“With your words.”
“Yes!” Her answer was immediate. “Yes. I’ll be good, mommy, I promise. I promise; I promise.”
“Good girl,” and Grace pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Here’s what’s gonna happen now: I’m gonna have a drink, and you’re gonna go to my room, put the teal strap in the harness, strip down to your underwear, and kneel on the floor at the foot of my bed until I come join you. Do you understand?”
Belle was shaking. “Th- The teal one?” That was the largest one Grace owned, and not one she used very frequently. Belle tended to prefer the ones that were just a touch smaller.
It made Grace raise an eyebrow at her. “Is that a problem?”
Belle quickly shook her head. “No, mommy.”
“So do you understand?”
She nodded. “Yes, mommy.”
“Good,” and, with that, Grace spun Belle around towards the door to her bedroom, before setting her free, and padding her way into the kitchen, looking for a beer.
Belle only spared a single glance back before she did as she was told, making her way into Grace’s bedroom, and shutting the door behind her. Slowly, she walked into Grace’s closet, finding the dildo and its harness nearly immediately. She locked it into place, making sure it was secure with a hard tug, and set it down on top of Grace’s nightstand, along with the small bottle of lube she pulled out from within. Then, she slipped out of her dress, folding it, and setting it neatly on Grace’s dresser, and the sight of how soaked her panties were had her feeling lightheaded.
She tried not to focus on it, though. Instead, now left in just her underwear, she walked to the foot of Grace’s bed, kneeled down on the carpet, and waited. And she waited. And she waited. The carpet might’ve been soft, sure, but she ended up waiting so long her knees started to hurt, and it was hard to sit still. No matter how much it hurt, though, she didn’t want to get up, not now that she had already kneeled down, not now that Grace could walk in at any time, and see her disobeying if she did.
Eventually, though, Grace did make her way into her bedroom, smiling when she saw Belle sitting stiff as a board. She looked slightly different, too, suit coat abandoned, hair pulled back, and shirt untucked, with the few buttons it had at the top being undone. In that moment, Belle swore all the pain was worth it.
“Good girl.” Grace said, sitting down beside the spot Belle was kneeling at. “Looks like you can listen sometimes.”
Belle nodded quickly.
“Come here.” Grace patted her lap, and Belle crawled closer, situating herself on the floor between Grace’s legs, letting her head be tilted upwards, letting their gazes meet. “See, you just need to listen more, sweet pea, and I wouldn’t have to get so rough with you.”
Belle could feel her heart pounding in her chest, beating so hard she could practically taste it, but all she found herself able to do was whimper in response.
It made Grace frown. “Oh, but you like it when I am, don’t you? Aww, my child’s irritating, and a slut. I can’t really blame you, though. It’s in your nature, after all, and it's a mother’s job to set her misbehaving children straight.”
That had Belle’s gaze drifting away, shrinking in on herself, but, when Grace raised her hand, and snapped, Belle’s eyes quickly returned to the older woman’s.
Grace ran her hand through Belle’s hair, pushing her bangs up, and out of the way. “I do wish you were a less expensive child, but,” She bit her lip, eyes falling down to Belle’s chest, to the lacy bra she had on, “you’re still easily the cheapest one I have.”
“Mommy-” Belle started, but Grace quieted her, thumb pressing against her lips.
“Shh. Open.”
She did as she was told, opening her mouth, and letting Grace press her thumb past her lips, down against her tongue, and her teeth.
“You don’t need to speak unless I ask you to, got it?” A pause. After a moment, Grace used the thumb in Belle’s mouth to guide her head into a nod. “Good girl. You know, you’re pretty like this, when you’re not running your mouth.”
All Belle did was stare back up at her, vision unfocused, tongue absentmindedly rolling around Grace’s thumb, not making even a single sound.
It made Grace smile. “This is when you say thank you, baby doll.”
“Thank you, mommy,” was all Belle responded with, muffled around Grace’s thumb.
With that, Grace pulled her thumb out of Belle’s mouth, roughly wiping the spit on her cheek, and ruffling her hair. “Good girl.”
It was all Belle could do to not collapse in on herself in that moment.
“Come take my pants off for me, little girl. You can do that at least, right?”
Belle nodded, quickly scooting even closer, fingers fumbling with Grace’s belt. She couldn’t stop her hands from shaking, not as she struggled with the clasp, and slid the belt from its loops, and not as she haphazardly undid the button. Slowly, she pulled down the zipper, and, hands curling beneath the waistband, she dragged Grace’s pants down her legs until they pooled at the floor. She tried to press a kiss to the inside of Grace’s thigh, as she removed the pants from around her ankles, but a shin was pressed to her jaw, making her stop, and lifting her head back up.
“Not yet.” Grace told her, letting her foot fall back to the ground. “Start at the floor; work your way up.”
Belle simply nodded, immediately lowering herself, and pressing her lips to Grace’s toes, to the arch of her foot, tongue drawing a line up her ankle. She did the same to the other foot, fingers massaging the pads underneath, as she lifted her foot to kiss the bottom of it, breathing in deep through her nose, and holding that breath for as long as possible. She took her time, too, slow, wet kisses drawing a line up the top of Grace’s foot until she reached the bottom of her shin, then wrapping her hands around her calf, and proceeding much the same.
Grace wasn’t entirely still during that time, either. While she watched Belle work, she leaned back slightly, lifting her shirt over head, and tossing it onto the floor next to the younger girl, chest and stomach spilling out into the open. Belle couldn’t help but look up when she noticed it land next to her, the sight of Grace’s breasts nearly overflowing out of her bra, and the softness of the woman’s slightly chubby stomach giving her pause, making her eyes linger for too long, while her hands and mouth sat still.
Grace wasn’t having it. “Did I say you could stop?”
Belle quickly shook her head in response. “No, mommy,” and she went back to work.
The sight had been burned into her retinas, though, printed one-for-one on the back of her eyelids, and Belle couldn’t help but bask in it. It was all she could think about, as she sucked and kissed and massaged her way up, imagining what it’d be like when she finally reached the top, when Grace let her go even further, kissing her stomach, and pressing her face into the woman’s breasts. She had barely spared a thought for herself since they had gotten back to Grace’s apartment, but, fuck, that stoked the fires in her stomach like no other, made her mouth water, made her cunt throb.
By the time she finally reached the insides of Grace’s thighs, Belle couldn’t have been happier. She let her lips trace a path over the soft flesh, pebbled with long since faded stretch marks, and it took all the strength she could muster not to nip, and bite, as she grew closer to Grace’s crotch. She could already smell her, could see the small wet spot at the center of Grace’s underwear, and, when she felt her cheek press against it, she didn’t waste a single second in moving her hands. From where they were, holding tight onto Grace’s thighs, to curling under the elastic band of her panties, Belle moved quick, rolling them down slightly, and pulling, and pulling, and-
Grace yanked her up by her hair, making their eyes meet. “Did I say you could do that, or did you just not plan on asking?” She was so condescending when she spoke, like she was addressing a child that had acted without permission.
It made Belle’s heart sink. “I’m sorry, mommy.”
Grace didn’t seem amused, though. “So are you gonna ask? Or do we need to start over, and try again?”
“No!” Belle’s answer was immediate. “C- Can I take your panties off, mommy?”
“Mm, maybe we can make a good child out of you.” Grace smiled, pulling Belle’s bottom lip down with her thumb. “Yes, you can, sweet pea. Slowly.”
Slowly, just like Grace had told her, Belle pulled her underwear down, away from her ass, and down her thighs, and calves, lifting her feet out of it when she got to the floor. She had to try her hardest not to stop and stare when she could finally see underneath, when Grace’s pussy was finally exposed to the air of the room, wet, and unshaven. She managed, though, sitting back up, and scooting closer once they were all the way off, and she waited to be told what to do next.
That Grace seemed to like, spreading her legs, and leaning back slightly, a hand stuck out behind her for support. “You should know what to do next. No hands this time, though—either keep them in your lap, or on my legs. Since you always seem to want to run your mouth, let’s see if you can put it to good use for once.”
Belle had to stop herself from groaning. She did as she was told, though, hands awkwardly fidgeting in her lap, as she scooted as close as possible, and set to work.
She worked feverishly, too, tongue drawing a line through arousal slicked folds, up until she reached Grace’s clit, pressing the flat of her tongue against it, drawing circles around it with the tip. She could hear, almost feel, Grace’s breath hitch when she did, the older woman running a hand through her hair, and pulling her even closer. She dipped back down, tongue pressing against her opening, nose bumping against her clit, as she tried to press inside, and she swore she heard Grace groan, though, by then, the sound was muffled by the thighs pressed against her head. She took that opportunity to move her hands to those same thighs, arms wrapping around them from underneath, as she lapped at Grace’s insides. She brought her lips around the older woman’s clit, and sucked, and the best reward she could’ve gotten was feeling how much tighter the grip in her hair got.
Despite how well she might’ve started, though, Grace eventually grew tired of those same, repetitive motions. It was good, sure, but good was all it was, and, while Belle might’ve thought she was doing stellar, Grace eventually became frustrated. She made sure to let Belle know, too.
“Stop,” and Grace yanked her away, tugging at her scalp. “Fuck.”
Belle could only look up at her, confused, arousal coating her lips, and dripping down her chin.
Grace clenched her jaw, her hold in Belle’s hair becoming painful. “So not only are you a slut, but you’re a bad one, too? Why even bother, then?”
Belle’s heart fell through the floor. She thought she was doing a good job; Grace usually liked the way she ate her out. It seemed like usual wasn’t going to cut it this time, though. “But- I thought-”
“You thought what?” Grace cut her off.
“I- I-”
Before Belle could spit out whatever it was she was going to say, Grace let go of her hair, and slapped her across the face, hard. It hurt. It hurt so much. It made Belle’s eyes water, made her want to cry; it reminded her that this was supposed to be a punishment, not something to bask in, not something that was meant for her to enjoy. That reminder stung, almost as much as her ass still did when she thought about Grace’s spankings from earlier.
“Just be quiet, child. Open your mouth. Now.”
Belle did as she was told, opening her mouth, and sticking out her tongue. Grace regained her hold in Belle’s hair, then, tilting her head up, pulling her closer, intent on doing the work herself this time.
Grace rocked against her with reckless abandon, grinding down against her tongue, her lips, using her grip in Belle’s hair to guide her to all the right spots. Belle, for her part, did her best to help. She sucked, and lapped, and licked, and each time Grace groaned it sent sparks to her core, like a shockwave running through her spine. She didn’t mind being used, if that’s what was asked of her. She didn’t mind being simply a vehicle for Grace’s pleasure, a formless, shapeless being whose only purpose was to get the older woman off.
She could tell she was leaking, long since having soaked through her panties, but it didn’t matter. She could tell her ass hurt, her cheek stung, her jaw was starting to get sore, and her scalp felt like it was on fire, but it didn’t matter. All that mattered was getting Grace to cum. All that mattered was being good, unlike she had been before, unlike how she had walked blind into her current situation—a spoiled, petulant child, a brat.
She could tell her purpose had been achieved when Grace pulled her as close as she could, hunching over above her, legs shaking against the side of her head. She moaned, too, loudly, as slick painted Belle’s face, and thighs squeezed at her head to try to still themselves. It was perfect, in that moment, pure, bright, and searing bliss running through her veins, as thighs unclamped from around her head, and she listened to Grace’s heavy breathing, almost like she had been the one that came, despite only having been touched with the intent to hurt.
After a moment, Grace leaned back once again, the hand in Belle’s hair moving to her cheek, tucking a few strands behind her ear. “Good girl,” and it made Belle’s heart soar. “You look so pretty like this, you know—nice and quiet, obedient, with me on your lips.”
Belle couldn't help but lean into the touch, letting her eyes slip shut. “Thank you, mommy.” She muttered.
With a single hand, Grace took off her bra, throwing it to the floor, and she patted her lap. “Come here, baby doll.”
That was the first time Belle had been allowed to stand in so very long. Her knees ached, as she rose, feeling wobbly, nearly collapsing onto Grace. It made the older woman smile.
“If only you were like this more often.”
Grace took the opportunity to let her fingers delve beneath Belle’s precum soaked panties, rubbing just beneath the tip of her clit. It made Belle’s hips twitch, made her lean forward, holding onto Grace’s shoulder for support, as her arousal dripped down onto her hand.
“I- I’m sorry, mommy.”
“Oh?” Grace questioned, hand stilling, thumb pressing firm against Belle’s clit. “For what, sweet pea?”
Belle couldn’t stop herself from shaking. “For- For misbehaving.”
“And are you gonna do it again?”
“No! No, I won’t.” Her hips rocked desperately, trying to find that friction Grace had offered up, and then denied her of.
“Are you telling the truth?”
That, however, made Belle pause, lips turning down into a pout, remaining silent, unspeaking.
“Belle,” and Grace said it much more firmly that time.
Belle couldn’t resist any longer, nearly on the verge of tears. “I am, I promise.”
Grace could only smile. “You know what happens when you break your promises, right?”
“Mhm.” Belle nodded swiftly, and Grace took that as her cue to let her fingers move again, thumb drawing firm circles beneath the tip of Belle’s clit.
“Good girl. Can you take your bra off for me now?”
Belle’s hands quickly shot to her back, though it took her a second to undo the clips, hands still trembling, and the way Grace’s own played at her cunt didn’t help, either. Once she got it undone, she slipped the straps off her arms, and let it fall to the floor, puffy nipples just starting to pebble against the cold, air conditioned room.
Without saying anything first, Grace lifted Belle ever so slightly, turning around, and pressing her down into the mattress. It made the girl’s vision turn wide, and unfocused, eyes slowly drifting from Grace’s face, to her chest, hanging just above her.
“Eyes up, little girl.” That had Belle snapping back to attention, gaze meeting Grace’s own. “Open,” and Belle opened her mouth wide.
Then, Grace stuck the same thumb that had been rubbing at Belle’s clit into her mouth, making sure to press down against her tongue, making sure she could taste herself. Belle instinctively closed her lips around the digit, sucking, rolling her tongue around it, the taste of her own arousal making her lightheaded.
“Do you like that?”
She simply hummed in response.
“Isn’t it embarrassing how wet you get before I even touch you, how easy you are? It makes me ashamed to call you my child.”
Belle couldn’t form a proper response, thumb still pressed firmly in her mouth, so all she did was whine, trying her best not to let her gaze drift away, not to fold in on herself.
Grace pulled her thumb from Belle’s mouth, then, wiping her spit on her stomach, and pinching at the bottom of the girl’s panties. She pulled slowly, down, and down, and Belle knew the routine by now, so, without instruction, she lifted her legs into the air, making it easier for Grace to pull them all the way off. Instead of discarding them off the side of the bed, though, she crumpled them into a ball, and stuffed them into Belle’s face.
The scent had Belle feeling intoxicated, and the taste, as Grace forced the fabric into her mouth, made her drool. “Mom-” She started, but Grace cut her off.
“Is this more or less than when you asked to change before we left?”
Belle tried to answer, but her words were muffled by her panties, making Grace roll her eyes.
“Speak up, child.” The older woman said, removing the underwear from Belle’s face, and tossing them onto the floor.
“More.” Belle answered nervously.
All Grace did, though, was sigh, and shake her head in disappointment. “Turn around,” and she reached over her, as she spoke, grabbing her strap-on from its place on her nightstand.
“But- Can’t we just-”
Immediately, Grace was staring daggers at her. “Was it a question?”
“No, mommy.”
“This is still a punishment, little girl, not a reward. You can take a little bit more. Now turn around, and don’t make me have to tell you again.”
Belle did as she was told, flipping onto her stomach, and raising her ass into the air.
Meanwhile, Grace slid the harness up her legs, and around her waist, fastening it tightly, and giving the dildo a firm tug to make sure it was secure. Belle had done a good job preparing, though; it was locked in place, not going anywhere, no matter how hard Grace fucked her. She grabbed the small bottle of lube, too, rolling it between her hands, before squeezing some out, and coating the dildo with it.
Belle nearly jolted forward when the tip was pressed against her asshole. Grace pressed on, though, a hand on her hip to keep Belle still, and another on the dildo, guiding it to where it needed to be. She spread her open slightly, hand shifting backwards somewhat to pull at Belle’s ass, to open her up, so she could watch herself press inside.
She started slowly, entering with just the tip, but even that had Belle breathing heavily—exhale, inhale, exhale, gasp. Belle pressed her face down against the pillow, hands gripping the sheets, as Grace gave her more, and more. It was so big; Belle knew she had picked that one for a reason. It had to be something like nine inches, or thereabout, but the ones Belle usually took were closer to six, and even those left her insides feeling cavernous afterwards.
Grace didn’t let her stop to breathe, though. Slowly, she slid more, and more inside of Belle until she thought she was gonna break, until she could feel it in her front, threatening to run her through. She couldn’t help but shake, and twitch, and the only things keeping her still were Grace’s hands, arms strong from all the time she spent working on machines. She felt so full, and, when Grace told her she had only taken about half so far, she wondered if that might truly be the end for her.
By the time Grace finally hilted herself all the way inside, Belle swore she could feel it in her throat. Grace’s hips against her ass felt like relief, though, like she had taken it all, like she had done it, and that was it, and the hardest was over. That feeling was short-lived. Grace pulled back ever so slightly, and then rammed back inside, digging her hips in, somehow hitting even deeper than before. It made Belle moan loudly, despite how small the movement had really been, and she knew then thinking about it like that wasn’t necessarily going to work out.
Everything after that was a blur. Grace quickly went from slow, sharp movements to fucking down into Belle fast, and hard, making Belle moan each time she bottomed out, making her want to scream. The sheer size of it made it hurt somewhat, sure, but, fuck, the longer she went, the better it felt. It felt like a twisted sort of heaven, being pounded into like that, like she had once again turned back to that formless, shapeless creature, this time made only to take, and take, and take.
It was searing hot, pumping through her veins like liquid metal, each thrust in another beat of her heart, each pull back another breath for her lungs. It helped, too, the way Grace hunched over her back, the way she pressed her face down into the sheets, a hand at the back of her head, keeping her still. Fuck, it felt like infinity. She didn’t know how much time had passed, but she could’ve lived countless lifetimes like that, nothing more than a vehicle for pleasure.
She knew she had made a mess of the sheets below her, that she was crying, and moaning loud enough to be deafening. She knew something fiery, and strong bubbled in her chest, and sat heavy in her core. She knew every single nerve she could feel was tingling, as if her entire body had been set alight. She knew she couldn’t last much longer. She knew that was going to be a problem.
“Mo- Mommy-” She said, gasping for air. “Fuck, mommy-”
Grace just smiled, voice slightly labored with the way her hips still moved. “Are you close, little girl?”
“Yeah.” Belle cried, and she could feel her entire body clench, eyes squeezing shut in a desperate attempt to block out some of the sensations. “Yeah.”
“Be honest now, do you think you deserve to cum after how you acted today?” Grace’s voice was as level and intimidating as she could make it.
Belle didn’t answer. Instead, she reached up to the headboard, pressing her hand against it, and using it as leverage to press herself back against Grace.
Grace, however, wasn’t having it, hips slowing almost to a halt, grabbing Belle by her hair, and lifting her up, bringing her to her knees. “Belle. Answer me when I speak to you.”
“No!” Belle cried, tears streaming down her face. “I don’t. I don’t think so.”
“If you don’t even think so, how do you think I feel? Why should I let you cum after misbehaving so much?”
“Fuck.” Belle was practically sobbing. Grace was still buried deep inside of her, but without any of the motion, or the intensity, and it felt like torture. “Fuck, mommy, please. I’ll be good. I’ll be good, I promise. Please.”
Grace didn’t seem all that moved, though. “Be specific.”
For Belle, it was hard to speak through the tears, through the pounding in the back of her head, and the fire in her thighs that made her legs shake. “I won’t- I won’t throw a fit. I won’t try to get you to fuck me in public. I won’t w- won’t intentionally waste your money. Please, mommy. Please.”
“Do you promise?”
“I promise, I promise.”
With that, Grace let Belle fall back down to the mattress, the hand holding her up, now pressing her face down into the pillow. The very first thrust had Belle feeling ready to explode. “I want you to be loud, baby doll.”
Belle couldn’t speak anymore, though. By then, Grace was already fucking her into the mattress once more, and she felt herself be pushed back to that high in mere moments. This time, she didn’t fight it. She didn’t try to hold back, or keep it in; she let it wash over her, let herself be dragged asunder by the currents, and bloom through her entire body.
While, in reality, all it might’ve been was a small stream of cum trickling out of her, and down onto the sheets, it felt like an explosion. She felt it everywhere—in her mind, in her neck, in her chest, and stomach, and thighs. She let Grace know, too, moaning loud, almost screaming, just like she was told. Her whole body shook, and trembled, and clenched, and released, and, with the way her mind swam, she could think of nothing else, even if she wanted to.
Coming down was like dropping off the side of a cliff, though.
Her knees gave out, and she slumped all the way down into the mattress, not even cognizant of the way her own cum smeared against her. Grace slid out of her then, too, and it left her feeling like there was this brand new pit somewhere deep in the bottom of her stomach, like she’d never be able to fill it again. She couldn’t stop herself from crying—an ugly kind this time, less pleading, and more distraught, snotty, and gross—nor could she stop from curling up on herself, trying to make herself small, trying to fade away.
She felt pathetic. She felt weak. She felt small, and worthless, and the gentle hand Grace ran down her back only served to remind her why. There was something wrong with her. There was something ugly, and rotten buried deep within her, somewhere huddled up close to her soul, so close the two intermingled, becoming corrupted, and disfigured. She was unsalvageable; that was the conclusion she came to.
Despite the ugly thoughts running rampant in her head, though, Grace simply lifted her up off the mattress, and into her lap, having discarded the strap-on when Belle wasn’t paying attention. Belle couldn’t stop herself from wrapping her arms around the older woman’s shoulders, nor could she stop her legs from wrapping around her back, not even if she tried.
“I’m sorry.” She cried, and she didn’t mean to get tears and snot on Grace’s skin, in the crook of her neck, near her shoulder, but she couldn’t help it.
“Shh, it’s okay.” That was the first time all day that Grace’s voice could’ve been described as soothing. “It’s okay, my baby. I promise.”
Nevertheless, Belle couldn’t stop shaking, couldn’t stop apologizing.
“It’s okay,” and Grace pressed a kiss to her temple, gently carding her fingers through Belle’s hair, repeating it as many times as she had to. “You know mommy loves you very much.”
Belle paused, and sniffled. “You do?”
“Of course I do, baby. It’s a mother’s job to love all of her children.”
Somehow, that made Belle cry a little less, despite the way she still trembled in Grace’s arms. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. You’re okay, sweetheart; just breathe. You can do that for me, right?”
Belle didn’t answer, didn’t make a sound; she simply sat there, clinging on as tight as she could.
“Look at me,” and Grace sat back somewhat, helping Belle sit up straight. “Breathe with me.” She took a deep breath in, and held it until Belle did the same, exhaling in tandem with the girl. “Good girl, just like that.”
They did it again, and again, until Belle’s breathing leveled out somewhat, and she was shaking slightly less. She still couldn’t help but feel somewhat bad, though, vision hazy, mind too far out of it. “I’m sorry,” was the only thing she could say.
“Shh, no more apologizing,” and Grace pressed a kiss to her forehead. “You’re a good girl, you know that? Even if you are naughty sometimes, you’re still mommy’s good girl.”
Belle simply whined in response; Grace could tell she was doing her best not to collapse in on herself.
“Can you lay back for me, sweet pea? Mommy’s gonna clean you up a little bit.”
“Okay.” Belle muttered in response, letting go of Grace, and laying on her back, despite how immediately she missed the older woman’s warmth.
Grace, however, simply cleaned her off with a wet wipe she grabbed from her nightstand, wiping down her stomach, and her cunt, making sure to get any lube still lingering at her asshole. She got up to throw it away, and, when she sat back down, Belle was immediately clinging to her again, leaning against her, searching for that warmth.
“Mommy?” Belle asked, making Grace smile.
“What is it, baby doll?”
Belle was quiet for a moment before speaking. “I don’t wanna go out with Zhu Yuan.”
“That’s okay; you don’t have to, sweetheart.” Grace let her nails scratch ever so lightly at Belle’s scalp. “Do you wanna go out after mommy’s presentation that day?”
“Mhm,” and Belle nodded.
“I’ll see what I can do, okay?”
“Okay. Thank you, mommy.”
“Of course.” Grace pressed another kiss to Belle’s temple, and, with that, there was peace, at least for now.