Sadie was fast asleep, her golden locks frizzy and matted against the pillows, her slim legs wrapped around the royal blue comforter she shared (or was supposed to share) with Abby. Her leggy tomboy was always a blanket hog, Abby mused, as she brushed her rosy lips against the younger woman’s cheek.
“Mmmmh—wha?” Sadie asked drearily as she swatted the brunette away. “Just a few more minutes.”
“This wouldn’t have happened if someone had gone to bed on time,” Abby scolded as she pulled the covers out from under Sadie. The blonde had snoozed through three cell phone alarms after pigging out in front of the television until well past 2 am the night before.
“Abbbby,” the pajama-clad blonde whined. Abby had to admit that Sadie looked rather adorable in her Pikachu-print fleece pants and white V-neck tee.
“No excuses, my little brat,” Abby said. Dressed in a curve-hugging pencil skirt and crisp white button down, she was ready for her very important Monday morning meeting with the museum’s director of living exhibits—that is, if Sadie would get her cute ass out of bed.
Abby was determined not to let her girlfriend miss another day of work—when she was on top of her game, the up-and-coming graphic designer was virtually unstoppable. And then there were days like today, when Sadie looked like a hungover college student.
“If you want to act irresponsibly, my love, you’ll have to suffer the consequences,” Abby said, returning to sit beside the green-eyed beauty with a hardwood hairbrush. On occasion, Abby liked to brush her own long, wavy locks with the menacing instrument in full view of her lover, as a playful reminder of who held the power over Miss Sadie’s backside.
“Stop, I’m up. I’m up!” Sadie cried as Abby pulled her into position over her knee.
“Too late, darling,” Abby replied in a tone that marked finality. She pulled Sadie’s pajama pants down, exposing the groggy woman’s pale behind. She gently ran the bristles of the brush over each cheek, stopping at a tiny black bruise on her lover’s lower right corner. “Do you remember the last time you were punished, Miss Sawyer?”
“When I threw a tantrum a couple nights ago because our Internet connection was slow,” Sadie said. She could feel her face turn hot pink in shame. Abby had thrown her over the desk in their bedroom for a bottom-burning paddling.
“Clearly, someone hasn’t learned her lesson quite yet,” Abby said with a smack of her open hand. Sadie sighed and prepared herself for a lecture and spanking—all before her morning cup of joe.
Abby swatted her girlfriend’s bare bottom swiftly. As the force behind the slaps grew in intensity, Sadie squirmed atop Abby’s lap.
By the hundredth strike, Sadie was trying desperately to cover her reddened bottom with her right arm, which Abby pushed out of the way with ease.
“You know better than that, brat,” Abby cooed into her exposed lover’s ear. She grabbed the hairbrush from her side and rubbed the wood against Sadie’s ass cheeks, as much to remind her who was in charge as to prepare her for the impending paddling.
“Owww,” Sadie moaned as the brush landed with a THWACK across her tender cheeks.
“What won’t you be doing anymore, love?” Abby asked, her eyes admiring Sadie’s gorgeous backside.
Sadie, who was feeling particularly non-compliant this morning, huffed in response.
“I see,” Abby replied with a series of thwacks on Sadie’s sit spot, which made the blonde gasp and become immediately regretful of her own defiance.
Abby brought the brush down again and again, raining hard swats upon Sadie’s backside until the penitent kicked and screamed.
“Okay, okay, when you tell me to come to bed, I’ll come to bed, I swear,” Sadie cried, her eyes wet with tears, which she was relieved Abby couldn’t see.
“And why is it so important for you to go to bed at a reasonable hour?” Abby asked with a crack of the brush.
“Because I can’t be late for work,” Sadie said, embarrassed at her own poor decision making and painful predicament.
“I’m swat going swat to swat give you swat five minutes swat to get dressed,” Abby said, wielding the wooden implement mercilessly.
“Yes, ma’am,” Sadie replied. Now alert and highly embarrassed, the 26-year-old scurried into the bathroom without a single glance back at her put-together girlfriend.
Sadie shut the bathroom door and rubbed her bruised buttocks as she stared at the collection of red patches and darkened bruises in the floor-length mirror.
“No rubbing!” Abby called from the bedroom.
“Okay, Superwoman!” Sadie called back as she rolled her eyes. It seemed like Abby could see through anything sometimes, even layers of walls.
“What was that?” Abby asked, hairbrush thwacking loudly against her palm.
“Err—nothing!” Sadie responded, swiftly locking the door behind her, just in case.
Abby had left undergarments, black jeans, and a button down hanging on the shower rod for Sadie.
The blonde slipped into her clothes as quickly as possible, brushed her teeth, splashed her face with cold water, and ran her fingers through her head of matted locks.
“Ready!” she called, stumbling out of the bathroom. “Abby?”
“You might be ready, but I’m not finished with you just yet, babe,” the brunette woman replied mischievously.
“But I can’t take any more!” Sadie groaned. She knew she was being a royal brat, but she couldn’t be expected to be her best self without coffee.
“Get down on all fours on the bed,” Abby commanded, pulling Sadie’s pants and underwear down to her knees. “This will be quick.”
Sadie sighed loudly and did as she was told, raising her ass up and outwards like a sacrifice in front of Abby. Abby squirted a healthy dollop of lube onto the ribbed fuchsia butt plug and said, “You know, I was going to let you off with just a spanking this morning, but that was before you decided to be a disobedient little brat.”
“The next time I ask you a question, you’ll answer it, won’t you love?” Abby asked as she tickled Sadie’s tender anal opening with the tip of the 5″ plug.
“Yes ma’am,” Sadie sighed as she braced herself for penetration.
Abby eased the plug in gently, smacking Sadie’s ass as she pushed the silicone deeper into her hole. Sadie moaned as she felt each rib of the plug expand her tight opening.
“Get up,” Abby said with a smack of Sadie’s throbbing ass. “Pull your pants up.”
“You mean?” Sadie asked, her ass plugged and sore. She pulled her briefs and jeans, covering the anal toy.
“Yes, love, you’re still at my mercy for…oh, the next forty five minutes or so,” Abby winked as she held up the remote controller to the vibrating plug.
“Abby—on the train?! You wouldn’t.”
Sadie didn’t know what would be worse: moaning on the train or sitting on one of its hard seats. One thing she did know for certain—she’d be getting her eight hours from now on.