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Arkham Shadow Crane: Discipline (drabble)

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As soon as his hand slips past your thighs to brush across your dripping sex, your pubic hair no doubt tickling his fingers as he discovered your state of undress, a look of surprise alit in his lined face and you knew you were caught.

"Disappointing behaviour, little lamb," he tutted as his hands shifted into a claw and he gripped your cunt with a punishing firmness. "You will, of course, be punished for such wanton behaviours."

"Yes, sir," you concede as a bolt of trepidation sends a fresh flush of colour to paint your cheeks and upper neck. Your thighs, however, move of their own accord, attempting to clench around his hand as he pulls himself free with a dissatisfied grunt.

"Go and collect the switch from the wall."

Not the punishment you wanted to hear.

"Oh, Sir! Please not- not the switch. Can't you-"

His expression drops in an instant, any playful joviality at your apparent naughtiness replacing itself with a harsh frown which makes shame roll through your heated skin as you instantly sense his anger radiating from him at your obvious hesitation.

"Fetch the switch and expect extra discipline for such a foolish outburst. One more and I will see to it that you struggle to sit comfortably for a week, my girl," he snaps, tone brooking no argument, and his finger moves swiftly to push the dark frames of his glasses back up to the tip of his proud nose.

Ashamed by your own weakness and inability to follow his rules, you grab the thin, wooden switch without further complaint and present to it him with trembling fingers.

"Pull your skirt high and stand with your palms on my desk. Attempt to pull away even an inch and I will shift my attention from that delectable ass to beating this much more softer skin a stunning shade of purple."

At the open threat, his hand once again returns to your slit as you raise your skirt over your ass; stroking a slow line from your clit to your hole as you shudder at the very thought of the thin switch painting welts across your suffering skin.

"Are you ready to count, little lamb?"

"Yes, sir."

"Then let's begin."

It's the only warning you get before a slight woosh of disturbed air dissolves into a pained yelp as hot pain, sharp and intense in its pinpoint accuracy, cracks across your ass and your fingers grip against the hard wood of his desk and you exhale shakily.

"One."