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Her bottom slowly stretches, stuffed more full than it ever has been before, Lena left convinced that she will tear and be injured, yet still unwilling to use her safe word. She is intrigued, a gasping mess who drools on her folded arms, spittle flying outwards with each harsh pant, just waiting for Miss Grant to praise her while her hole clamps closed around her wrist.
She wonders if Daddy is enjoying the show, if she is transfixed by Lena’s bottom gaping open to accept Miss Grant’s fist; if she is just dying to fly down and join them.
“Easy now, Lena,” Miss Grant gently scolds and Lena realizes she has been pushing her bottom backwards without even meaning to. “You are very full right now and stretched thin, just let me take the lead lest I hurt you more than you have consented to, hmm?”
“Yes, Ma’am.” Lena blows out a trembling breath, focusing only on staying still as her eyes focus on the open window, the breeze gentle and comforting as it blows across her flushed face.
“Good girl.”
Lena preens at the praise, aware of the river that runs down her thighs from her cunt, slick mixing with dribbling lube that causes her bottom to obscenely squelch each time Miss Grant shifts her hand.
She can feel her hole stretching impossibly wider, amazed that her body can seemingly accommodate a whole fist and wondering if this is something Daddy would like to try once they are back home. Her groans are garbled and guttural, the air leaving her lungs in a surprised gasp when Miss Grant finally reaches her goal, her entire hand buried inside Lena’s tight bottom.
“I so wish you could see yourself from my angle, Lena,” Miss Grant coos. “So, so pretty.”
Lena blushes and swallows hard, her pulse thundering in her ears and her bottom hole flexing, as though attempting to expel the intrusion despite her mind’s desire to keep Miss Grant’s fist exactly where it is.
“Perhaps Daddy can help us, hmm?” Miss Grant’s free hand strokes the base of Lena’s spine, “that is, if you are ready for her to join us? I’m sure she is just desperate for the invitation to drop down onto my balcony.” Lena can hear the smirk in Miss Grant’s voice, “can’t you feel us watching her from afar, trouble? Can’t you feel those stoic eyes branding your skin?”
“Y—yes,” Lena whispers, well aware of her Daddy’s presence. “She always likes to watch.”
“Yes, she does.” Cat chuckles and wiggles the fingers inside Lena’s bottom ever so slightly, “should we call for her, Lena? Ask her to come play photographer before I finish off your discipline?”
Lena’s breath hitches, her bottom flexing around Miss Grant’s hand and her cunt gushing.
“Please do, Ma’am.”
“Very well.”
Miss Grant calls out for Supergirl, her voice barely rising, all too aware that the Girl of Steel has been waiting for her time to shine.
Daddy’s red boots are in front of her before Miss Grant has even finished speaking, strong shoulders heaving and pretty blue eyes darkening by the second. She stares down at Lena as though she is a banquet all for her, a warrior welcomed home from a ferocious battle with a spread that makes her mouth water and her hands itch with the desire to reach out and grab it.
“I think she’s nice and ready for you, Supergirl,” Miss Grant murmurs, barely able to stifle the gleeful smile that wishes to spread her lips.
“She has been suitably punished?”
“Oh, I would say so.” Miss Grant lightly pats the trembling spine beneath her palms, “but perhaps you’d like to take some pictures as a little memento, hmm? Something for you both to look back on when Little Miss Troublemaker has earned a kinder touch.”
Lena is a perfect little statue as Daddy moves around her, blushing deeply when she catches the sharp intake of breath when Daddy spots the temporary new addition to her troublemaker’s bottom.
“Oh,” Kara breathes out, “that’s…. Oh.”
Daddy has never been speechless before, either in the bedroom or in everyday life, usually the one who fills every silence—appreciated or not—with too much chatter and jokes. It’s something that Lena has always found endearing, even if others did not, and she finds the sudden silence unsettling.
“Do hurry up, Supergirl,” Miss Grant snarks, “my wrist is beginning to cramp.”
There is no-one else on the planet who would be allowed to speak to Daddy in such a way, Lena thinks. She can remember so clearly the spanking doled out by Kara’s favorite belt the last time she dared to use a certain tone while responding to her, but Miss Grant is special, the top of all tops, the Domme who would all too happily punish Supergirl if the consent was ever offered to her.
“So impatient,” Kara grumbles, her phone loudly clicking as she takes pictures of Lena’s filled behind. “You have more than earned your payment this month, I would say.”
“Don’t I always?”
Lena rolls her eyes and grumbles beneath her breath, wiggling her bottom to remind them that she is still here; still exposed and awaiting their attention. It’s hard to say which of them reaches down to leave a stinging smack to her behind, but it does the trick all the same, Lena thoroughly reminded of her place.
“Patience, little girl,” Daddy warns, “otherwise I would be more than happy to double Miss Grant’s fee.”
She moves around her, slow like a wolf stalking a little lamb, and kneels down in front of her favorite rulebreaker, pretty blue eyes shining with arousal and amusement. “You’re giving us such a pretty view, Lena,” Kara murmurs, brandishing her cell phone in front of Lena’s face. “I think Daddy will be looking at this each and every time we are apart, sweetheart.” She grins and holds the phone steady, allowing Lena the chance to get a look at herself from behind.
Lena gasps, her eyes widening as she gazes at her pink and swollen bottom cheeks, her cunt throbbing at the sight of Miss Grant’s arm protruding from her most sacred place. Well spanked and well filled, a repentant little brat who is no more than their plaything until Daddy says otherwise, a toy that should mind her place and be thankful for whatever attention is bestowed upon her.
“Thank you for taking such good care of her,” Daddy murmurs, looking beyond Lena. “I think that’s enough for tonight if you don’t mind.”
“The fee remains the same even if you take her home early.”
“Of course.”
Daddy rolls her eyes and meets Lena’s gaze, “are you ready, sweetheart? Daddy would like to take you home now and kiss your sweet bottom all better.” She looks past her again and nods, giving Lena only a moment to prepare for the departure of the fist tucked snugly inside her bottom, her rim aching as bony knuckles slip outwards and leave her devastatingly empty.
“Miss Grant said I could cum if I took her fist,” Lena whispers, mortified that she has even felt the need to correct Daddy in such a way—nevermind in front of a witness.
“Did she now?”
A blonde brow hitches upwards, “well, I would be a very cruel Daddy to take a promised reward away from you, huh?” Kara grins, “you have two minutes, princess, and then you’re all mine.”
“Thank you, Daddy,” Lena preens, saccharine sweet and far too innocent for her predicament.
She sinks a little further into the ottoman, her cunt drooling in anticipation and lube still oozing from her red-raw bottom hole. She’s exhausted, yet unable to settle, too worked up to even think of sleeping, and it is a blissful relief when the small bullet vibrator is pushed between her thighs.
Her legs jerk out of Lena’s own control as Miss Grant shows her a kindness and wastes no time, her slick and puffy folds parted by the tip of the bullet as it presses against her clit. She’s too overstimulated to be teased, her clit throbbing and sore, her orgasm at risk of being ruined even as Miss Grant lazily slips up and over, down and around, Lena’s breath caught in her throat as pressure builds too quickly in her gut.
She comes hard and fast, too thankful for the reward to complain about the ache left behind in both of her pretty parts. It seems to blind her, the world hazy around the edges, white noise ringing in Lena’s ears as her jaw slips open and allows a mortifyingly loud cry to slip from her throat.
Lena is yanked over the precipice by the scruff of her neck, Daddy’s dependable arms catching her as she falls, soft kisses left behind on her cheeks and forehead even as the murmured praise is unheard. She is unsteady, dizzy in the aftermath, suddenly cold as the breeze from the window washes across her naked body, an issue that is immediately rectified when the shiver that rattles her body is caught by carefully scrutinizing eyes.
Daddy wraps her cape around Lena’s trembling frame, her clothes left in the overnight bag slung on Kara’s shoulder as she lifts the troublemaker into her arms and cradles her close to her chest. She is safe, able to recover without the concern of sagging limbs having to drag themselves home.
Lena glances towards Miss Grant as she is carried towards the balcony, brown eyes shining back at her as Miss Grant dips her head ever so slightly.
“Until next time, trouble.”