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Monday is Frankie’s favorite day of the week. She’s aware that it’s generally well-hated on account of corporate capitalistic bullshit, but she’s part of a small minority of people who never have to worry about 10 a.m. meetings or professional formalities ever again. Gee made sure of that long ago. Your place isn’t in an office, it’s in the home, serving me, she had said. And who was Frankie to argue with that?
Frankie is a good girl. She does everything Gee asks of her. She makes sure the house is always clean and tended to. She has dinner ready when Gee comes home from a long day at the office, and she keeps it warm in the oven when a meeting with a comic book publisher goes long, and Gee isn’t home until it’s dark out. She wears her collar constantly, a symbol of ownership screaming CLAIMED to the outside world. She follows the rules (mostly) and accepts her punishments when she’s earned them. And she doesn’t beg for rewards, even when she wants to, because she knows it is up to Gee to decide when she’s earned them, not the other way around.
It’s taken years to get to this point. Training doesn’t happen overnight. Hell, it took well over a year before Gee even pitched the concept of Frankie leaving her job, and another eight months for her to actually quit. But now, they’ve fallen into a routine. It’s something comfortable, and Frankie loves it. More than anything, Frankie loves Gee, and all the benefits that come with it.
Mondays are when the couple has their weekly reset. It made sense to coincide the timing with the start of Gee’s work week without competing with their often-chaotic weekend schedules. Everything is part of a routine with Gee.
Gee returns from the office on time. On Mondays, it’s a 50/50 chance. Sometimes, things go to plan. Other times, a weekend’s worth of work piles up and demands more of her attention than expected. It’s unfortunate, because Frankie looks forward to Mondays every week. She’s often antsy and jittery, aware of what’s to come. It appears she’s lucked out today…no extra waiting necessary.
As expected, Frankie is on her knees in front of the door when Gee steps into the house. She pauses to take a moment to admire her partner’s outfit. Frankie has chosen her lavender-colored collar today, a simpler design without embellishments. As with all the others, Gee’s name is stitched inside the front with black thread, and a hoop rests in the hollow of Frankie’s throat, this one O-shaped. She is wearing a plain, white tank top, and with the way her nipples press up against the fabric, it is clear that she is following Gee’s strict no undergarments on when in the house rule. The shade of her skirt matches the collar. It’s short and rests high upon her thighs, far too dangerous to ever wear in public.
Gee steps closer. She runs her hand through Frankie’s hair, smiling as she watches her partner sink further into the floor with a sigh. “Hi, pup,” Gee says. “You have a good day?”
“I did,” Frankie nods. She tilts her head back far enough to make eye contact with Gee. She smiles down at her. “Missed you, though.”
Gee smiles. “Aw, missed you, too, sweet thing.” she says. Her fingers trail the soft angles of Frankie’s jawline. “Did you make dinner?”
“Of course,” Frankie nods. “I made some soup. It’s simmering right now. Should be done in, like, five minutes.”
“Good girl,” Gee praises, scratching under Frankie’s chin. “Come on, love. Let’s eat, okay? I know you’re excited, but you can keep being patient. Can’t you?”
Frankie nods. “Yes, ma’am,”
Gee smiles. “That’s what I thought,” she says. She holds out her hand. “Up,” Frankie lets Gee haul her to her feet, and shines from the praise and forehead kiss she gets in return.
They bask in domesticity as they eat the minestrone and fresh bread Frankie has prepared. Gee complains about some contract dispute at work, and Frankie nods attentively and gives her feedback, even though some of it goes over her head. She always tries her best to pay attention when Gee talks about work. If it’s important to her partner, then it’s important to Frankie, too.
“Thank you for dinner as always, sweetheart,” Gee smiles at her once she has cleared her plate. “Let me clean up in here.” She phrases it as a question, but Frankie knows it isn’t one.
Frankie frowns. “But that’s my job.”
“Correct. It is.” Gee agrees. “But I’d prefer you go and get ready, so that you can be ready in the living room by the time I’m done in here. Understood?”
Frankie swallows. Her cheeks burn, blushing in some cross between humiliation and anticipation. “Yes, ma’am.”
“Good,” Gee nods approvingly. “I don’t care what you do, but you'd better keep that skirt on.”
Frankie swallows. Gee has never made comments about this garment in particular before. Frankie is in skirts more often than not, and when she isn’t, she’s usually in a dress. Hardly ever does she wear something that goes below her knees. So while the sight of her exposed skin isn’t at all unfamiliar, the way Gee has spent all evening staring at the touching of Frankie’s thighs and the curve of her ass suggests she really, really enjoys this one.
Gee’s comment hadn’t sounded like a hidden order, so Frankie elects not to change her clothing at all. She runs a brush through her hair (even though she knows it’ll inevitably get snarled again), and adjusts her white stockings so that the tiny pink bows rest evenly below her kneecaps. She applies a fresh layer of cherry chapstick because she knows Gee loves it, and heads back downstairs after one final glance in the mirror.
Gee is already waiting for her on the couch. Frankie swallows, afraid she’s taken too long, but any apprehension is washed away when Gee smiles at her and pats her thighs invitingly. “Gorgeous,” she says softly, in a tone of voice that Frankie isn’t convinced she was meant to hear. “Come here, beautiful.”
Frankie obeys. She settles into Gee’s lap, draping her arms around her neck. The material of Gee’s work slacks on Frankie’s exposed cunt isn’t the most pleasant sensation, but Gee allows her to shift her hips to find comfort. Once she stills, Gee places both hands on her waist. “Sweet Frankie,” she murmurs. “Have you been good this week?”
Frankie nods.
“All week?”
Their sessions always start like this: a chance for Frankie to confess her sins. Unless she’s committed an egregious error, she’s not required to disclose her wrongdoings to Gee until right here, right now. Throughout the week, even if Frankie does something to earn punishment, Gee will often wait until Mondays to administer them. It helps keep their routine. Frankie tries not to commit offenses that require immediate behavior correction.
“Yes, ma’am,” Frankie nods. “I know how to be good.”
Gee laughs. Her fingers weave through Frankie’s hair. “I like to think that’s true, baby. I know you can’t help yourself sometimes. Just a stupid mutt.”
“Stupid,” Frankie nods.
“That’s right,” Gee agrees. “All you’ve got to worry about is being good for me. I’m the only thing that matters.”
“Yes, ma’am. I don’t need anything else but you.”
Gee smiles. “My good girl,” she praises. “Can I take a look at you?”
Frankie smiles and nods. Hole inspections are her favorite part. They always make her stomach flip and her heart race. She’s never quite sure what Gee is looking for. Gee has hit her for being wet without permission, and for not being wet at the sight of her. She’s criticized Frankie’s tightness, and she’s mocked her for being “easy”. She’s picked Frankie apart, criticized every inch of her, and put her back together again. It’s different every time, and that’s part of why she loves it.
Gee holds out her hand expectantly. “Lube,”
Frankie pales.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
She doesn’t need to speak. The look on her face must give enough away. Gee sighs. “Come on, pup. You’re supposed to be better than that,” she chastises softly.
“I’m sorry, Mommy,” Frankie says, the title slipping out involuntarily, like it does every time she gets in trouble. “I…I didn’t—”
Gee holds her hand up, effectively silencing Frankie immediately. “I don’t like excuses,” she bites. “Go get it. Now.”
Frankie scrambles to her feet so quickly that she nearly trips. Her socked feet rush down the hallway, and every time she slides, she worries vaguely that she may fall and injure herself. She’s back to Gee in less than three minutes; this time, with a bottle of Astroglide in her hand.
“Thank you,” Gee says as she takes it from her. “A meaner dom would’ve just done this dry. Consequences of your actions. You’re lucky I love you. Thank me.”
“Thank you, Mommy,” Frankie says. She means every word; Gee truly is good to her.
“You’re welcome, pet,” Gee replies, too flat to sound sincere. “Do you want to be over my lap or on all fours?”
Frankie squirms. “Over your lap, please, ma’am.”
Gee hums. “Don’t make me regret that,” she says as she guides Frankie down to lie across her thighs. Gee’s hand is firm at the base of her spine, but still leaves enough wiggle room for Frankie to shimmy into a comfortable position. Gee’s hands smooth across the back of her thighs and push her skirt up until it pools around her hips, her skin fully exposed. Frankie shivers.
“Five spankings for forgetting the lube sounds appropriate, don’t you think?” Gee says as she massages Frankie’s ass. “I mean, we do this every week. There’s really no excuse, Frankie.”
Frankie swallows down shame and humiliation. “It…that’s fair, ma’am.”
Gee squeezes Frankie’s flesh. “I mean, I didn’t really care if you thought otherwise.” Frankie shrieks as Gee pulls her hand back and slams it back down against her skin. She doesn’t give Frankie a warm-up; she never does. She knows what Frankie can handle, and she’ll only push her limits within reason.
“You don’t make the decisions around here.” Gee continues. Another spank on the opposite cheek makes Frankie flinch. “Isn’t that right?”
Frankie pants. “Yes, ma’am.”
“Obedient,” Gee says as she brings her hand down again. “Or, at least you try to be. Clearly, you could always do better.”
“I’m sorry,” Frankie groans as Gee hits her again. “It won’t happen again.”
“Oh, it will. Don’t lie to me.” Frankie whines through the last spank. Gee pauses momentarily, kneading Frankie’s ass in her hand. Her skin is flushed and warm to the touch, but the shade of red suggests she’ll be over it in the next fifteen or so minutes. “You took that well. Tell me what you’re sorry for.”
“I’m sorry for forgetting the lube, ma’am. I’ll try to be more thoughtful next time and not rush as much.”
Gee squeezes her ass kindly. “Good. Spread your legs, Frankie. Let me see you.”
Frankie obeys. She rests her head against her folded arms, shielding her face from Gee’s view. Gee doesn’t chastise her for it. She’s not even paying attention to Frankie’s face at this point.
She nudges Frankie’s legs further apart. It’s obvious without even touching her that Frankie is turned on. Gee isn’t necessarily surprised. Frankie is a slut for pain in any capacity, including when it’s the result of behavioral correction. Tutting, Gee runs a finger through Frankie’s folds. “You’re soaking, pup,” Gee says, her voice dripping with mockery. “I hardly did anything to you.”
“That’s the thing, you don’t have to do anything,” Frankie says. “You just exist, and I’m so fucking in love with you that I produce, like, a billion horny chemicals the second I see you.”
“Aw, that’s cute.” Gee giggles. “You flatter me, Frankie.”
“Not trying to flatter you,” Frankie insists. “I mean it. I’m like fucking obsessed with you.”
“Oh, I’ve got you nice and brainwashed, hm?” Gee laughs mockingly. She reaches over with her free hand and ruffles Frankie’s hair. “Cute. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were trying to make up for something.”
Frankie whines when she hears the cap of the lube bottle. “I’ve been good, I promise.”
“Yeah, well, we’ll see about that.” Gee says, her words swimming in mockery. “You’ve got one chance to tell me the truth, Frankie…have you touched yourself at all this week?”
“No, ma’am.”
“No?” Gee says, sliding her index finger into Frankie. “When’s the last time you had anything inside of you?”
“When you—ah—when you fucked me, uh, last week.”
Another insistent finger presses in. Frankie squirms. These inspections are nothing like when Gee usually touches her. It’s calculated and intentional, almost clinical in nature. She pokes and prods at her insides, keeping her fingertips far from her G-spot. If Gee wants to make it feel good, she will. It doesn’t seem like that is part of tonight’s plan. She turns her fingers at an angle and rubs over Frankie’s slick walls.
“Poor thing is so pent up.” Gee mocks. Her thumb slides down to rub over Frankie’s swollen clit. Frankie jerks like she’s been electrocuted; Gee ignores it. “No wonder you’re so worked up after just a few touches. God, baby, I’ve hardly done anything.” To prove her point, Gee pulls out and pushes back in with three fingers. Frankie whines at the stretch, but takes it easily. “Such a whore, aren’t you?”
“Yes, ma’am,” Frankie nods. “It’s all for you.”
“All for me, huh?” Gee teases as she pulls out of her cunt. Frankie hears the sound of the lube bottle opening once more. “Well, fuck. What did I do to get lucky enough to deserve that?”
“It’s because you’re fucking amazing,” Frankie says. “And because you’re so good to me. You take such good care of me. I know you love me, and you—oh!”
Gee is already two knuckles deep in her ass as she says, “You’re absolutely right. I do love you. I love you so much. My good girl.” Gee bottoms out, and Frankie whines as she wiggles her finger. “God, we’ve gotta play back here more often, baby. You’re tight as fuck.”
“You said that last time.”
“Yeah, and I meant it last time, too,” Gee says. She rotates her finger, feeling for God knows what, while Frankie does the only thing she can do—lie there and take it. “I’ll save you the discomfort, and we can keep it to just one finger this week. How’s that sound, pup?”
“Sounds good, Mommy. Thank you.”
“Good girl, remembering your manners,” Gee says, squeezing one of Frankie’s thighs with her free hand. “God, at this point, I’m gonna have to start making you wear plugs. There’s no way…I’d hurt you if I tried to fuck you right now.”
“I’d let you,” Frankie says. Her response is immediate, almost like she doesn’t even think of it before the words leave her mouth. And she means it. She’d let Gee do anything. She knows that anything Gee does, she does with her best interest in mind. Frankie would hardly blink if Gee led her to a bridge and told her to jump. She’d trust that her owner had a reason for doing so and obey blindly.
“I know you would, but this would not be a good kind of hurt, baby girl,” Gee says. She removes her finger and smooths Frankie’s skirt down over her ass. “Shirt off and sit up for me, pup.”
Frankie does as she’s told. She is hardly seated back in Gee’s lap before her hands are on her tits. Frankie gasps in surprise, but stays still and lets Gee fondle her. Before meeting Gee, Frankie had always been relatively insecure about the size of her breasts. That all changed once they developed this dynamic. Gee would never admit to having favorites, but Frankie knows she loves her tits more than any other part of her body. And it was hard to be insecure about being “too small” when they fit perfectly into Gee’s palms. Gee has rewired a lot of her brain in the time that they’ve known each other. There’s so little to be insecure about now. Frankie is owned—100% fully belonging to Gee. At this point, insulting something about her body is an insult to her owner. And Frankie would never do that to her.
“Oh, yeah,” Gee says breathily as she tugs on Frankie’s nipples. “My girl is looking very healthy.”
Frankie blushes. “Thank you, ma’am.”
“Of course, baby,” she says. “Keep being good for me. Good girls always age the best. It’s just science.”
Frankie doesn’t even have it in her to argue. Why would she? Gee is always right. “Mommy? Can I…I have a question.”
“Sure, pup,” Gee says. Her hands release Frankie’s breasts and go to her waist instead. “What is it?”
Frankie swallows. She’s not used to being so direct. Gee usually frowns upon it. Her owner knows her needs. Why would Frankie need to worry? But as she shifts and feels the pool of slick between her thighs, she finds herself speaking anyway. “Can you fuck me?”
Gee smiles sharply and lets out a laugh that cuts straight through Frankie’s chest. “You want me to fuck you? You think you’re worthy of that?”
Frankie’s face is so hot, she wonders if her skin could melt off. “I…I’ve been really good, Mommy.”
“You have,” Gee agrees. “However, I think fucking you after you messed up part of our routine would defeat the purpose of the spanking I gave you, right?”
“I—”
“That’s a yes or no answer, Frankie.”
Frankie sighs. “Yes, ma’am, it would. I need to learn my lesson.”
“Correct,” Gee nods. She tightens her grip on Frankie’s waist and shifts her to straddle one of her thighs. “However, because you’ve been so good for me this week…you can ride my thigh. You’re allowed to cum, but only if you can do it like this.”
Frankie’s mouth feels incredibly dry. “You…you’re not going to fuck me?”
“No. I am not.”
Frankie looks down. Her skirt obscures the view of her bare thighs bracketing one of Gee’s. She can feel the wetness pooling on the fabric and knows her partner does, too. “I…I don’t want to."
“No?” Gee raises an eyebrow. “Why not?”
“Mommy knows best,” Frankie shrugs. “If I’m not cumming from your strap, then I don’t deserve to cum at all.”
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Gee curses. A flood of wetness escapes into her own panties. She grabs a fistful of Frankie’s hair and pulls her in for a hot, desperate kiss. “Fuck. I’ve trained you so well.”
Giggling between kisses, Frankie manages to get out, “You have.”