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“I’ve told you to stop calling me Sheriff Cupcake, especially in front of others, Vi.” Caitlyn sighed, rubbing her temples tiredly, it had been a long day.
“I know, that’s why I do it, Sheriff Cupcake,” Vi retorted, grinning stupidly.
“You’re pushing it, Violet,” Caitlyn warned.
“What are you gonna do about it?” Vi asked defiantly.
“Well, you leave me no option Vi, I will have to physically punish you,” Caitlyn said in her no-bullshit serious, business-like tone.
“Y-you’ll what?” Vi stammered, suddenly feeling flustered.
“I will beat your sweet bottom for being a stubborn little brat,” Caitlyn said, and this time there was a hint of a smirk on her lips.
Vi’s mouth went dry and she felt her face warm up.
“Y-you’re shitting me,” Vi mumbled.
“Am not,” Caitlyn responded simply.
Caitlyn walked off to the file room, leaving Vi alone in their office. Vi sat down on her desk, distractedly skimming through some reports. ‘Shit,’ she thought - she was secretly hoping Caitlyn wasn’t kidding about the punishment. It wouldn’t be the first time they engaged in kinky stuff in the bedroom, but Vi wondered how far Caitlyn was going to take it this time. She’d have to wait and see.
The rest of the day at the station was pretty standard; they interrogated a few perps that were brought in for arson and petty theft. Their afternoon was spent filling out reports, drinking coffee, and printing out the paperwork to attach to the case files. While Vi loved a good chase and took the opportunity to rough up law offenders when given the chance, she also learned to enjoy the more quiet aspects of police work. Such as being able to sit behind her desk and steal hidden glances at her sheriff’s behind as she was bent over, looking for an ink cartridge. Vi grinned as she sipped from her coffee mug, acting innocent when Caitlyn peered at her over her shoulder and gave her a stern look, eyes narrowed as she placed the cartridge into the printer and got her copies.
Once they were home, Vi had forgotten all about the ‘Sheriff Cupcake’ incident. They ordered take-out and watched a movie; everything seemed pretty normal. It wasn’t until when she was ready to get settled for the night and Caitlyn started to pull out the black box they kept underneath the bed that Vi realized this was happening. ‘Oh, fuck,’ she thought, the familiar tingly feeling washing over her body, and a hot sensation igniting within her core. Caitlyn scanned Vi up and down, watching the other woman shiver under her gaze.
“Well, what are we waiting for? Strip,” Caitlyn instructed.
Vi swallowed harshly at the knot that had formed in her throat. The heat started pooling down on her lower stomach: no matter how many times they’d done this kind of thing it always made her nervous. She took a breath and nodded, slowly removing her clothes from the day.
“Good girl,” Caitlyn praised, eyes skimming over Vi’s tattoos.
Vi could feel the blush spread to her chest, her heart was pounding wildly behind her ribs, and the thrill of not knowing exactly what Caitlyn was planning to do next kept her on her toes. They had tried different approaches, but Vi found that knowing every little thing that was coming her way overwhelmed her and usually left her unable to focus on the present moment.
So this is what they did instead. Caitlyn would give her instructions, tell her the immediate plan, and let Vi decide whether she agreed to proceed.
“Lay down. Let’s see how long you can last,” Caitlyn said, pulling the fuzzy handcuffs from the depths of the box.
Vi took her place on the bed, looking up at Caitlyn as she handcuffed her to the bed frame. She let out a shudder as electric shots bolted up her spine, this happened every time Caitlyn’s fingers grazed her skin. If she was this turned on already, she wasn’t going to last very long. She stared up at the ceiling, focusing on taking slow deep breaths, to ease her nerves. She heard Caitlyn fumbling with the other contents of the box, biting her lip as she heard the familiar click and subsequent vibrating noise.
Caitlyn climbed between Vi’s thighs, pushing her legs apart. She pressed the vibrator against Vi’s inner thigh, making her gasp in surprise, squirming slightly. She slowly moved it closer to Vi’s center, before completely avoiding it, brushing the backs of her fingers against Vi’s already throbbing clit.
“Fuck…” Vi mumbled, her frustration apparent as Caitlyn purposefully avoided touching her where she needed it most.
“What is it, my love?” Caitlyn said in a saccharine-infused tone as she pressed the vibrator against her clitoris hood, close enough to Vi’s center that she could already feel the vibrations, but not quite where she wanted it.
“I-I… C-Caitlyn please I…” Vi said unintelligibly.
“Please what, my dear?” Caitlyn asked as she watched the other woman squirm beneath her.
“Please, u-use the vibrator on my…” Vi started and trailed off, growing a little overwhelmed.
“Where? Where do you need it, love?” Caitlyn pressed, moving it further away. “Here?”
“No…” Vi whimpered, gosh, Caitlyn loved seeing her flustered like this. “Lower, C-Cait, p-please on my clit,” Vi forced herself to say.
“You’ve been so bad, do you really think you deserve it?” Caitlyn questioned in a suggestive tone, earning a desperate noise from Vi. But it was just the push she needed for her mind space to shift.
“I’ll be good, I’ll be so good. Mistress, please…” Vi meant it, she wanted to be a good girl for Caitlyn, she wanted her master to be pleased with her.
“Do you promise to behave around others?” Caitlyn asked, teasingly drawing circles around Vi’s pubic area without giving her the pleasure she wanted just yet.
“I promise,” Vi breathed out. Caitlyn bit her lip, still not quite satisfied.
“Will you be good and obey me, my pet?” She continued.
“I… I’ll do anything for you, mistress,” Vi confirmed. If Caitlyn could see how warm her face was from the exchange, she didn’t acknowledge it.
“Will you come really hard for me when I tell you to?”
“I’ll come so hard for you,” she said shamelessly. Caitlyn smirked, Vi was always so agreeable during these scenes but would become so bashful mere seconds after.
“Good girl,” Caitlyn praised, pressing the vibrator on the right spot.
The pleasure made Vi jolt up, moaning out, her back arched as she pushed her hips up slightly.
“Easy, easy…” Caitlyn said, holding Vi’s hips down, as she kept the vibrator in place.
“S-sorry,” Vi mumbled, breathing hard as the warm wet feeling pooled at her entrance.
“It’s okay, you’re such a naughty girl, Vi. You want me to make you come, don’t you?” Caitlyn asked.
Vi swallowed harshly as her stomach turned with lust. She nodded quickly, looking up at Caitlyn’s face.
“How many times did you call me ‘Sheriff Cupcake’ today?” Caitlyn asked, Vi’s eyes widened, and she went a little pale as she scrambled to remember.
“U-uh… I-I… fuck, I d-don’t know…” Vi said helplessly.
“Next time you’ll be a good girl and keep count, won’t you?” Caitlyn said, drawing circles over Vi’s quivering clit with the vibrator.
“Y-yes.” Vi nodded, hips twitching at the sensation of the device.
“I counted ten times,” Caitlyn said. “That’s ten times I will strike you.”
Vi whined softly, she didn’t know why the prospect of getting spanked was making her even wetter. She wouldn’t think about it now though, she could only think about the feeling of Caitlyn’s fingertips sliding across her pulsating slit.
“If I let you come, that’s five more,” Caitlyn said.
Vi’s breath hitched in her lungs and she gulped hard. These were new rules but she just wanted Caitlyn’s fingers inside her so bad she was willing to take the five extra strikes.
“You still want to come, don’t you?” Caitlyn said rather than asked, watching Vi’s face.
“Y-yes,” Vi answered, flushing deeply.
“Such a dirty little slut,” Caitlyn said while simultaneously pushing an exploratory finger into Vi’s welcoming, slick heat. Vi inhaled sharply.
“You’re dripping…” Caitlyn commented as if she’d not been fully aware of Vi’s state. “Does it turn you on knowing your sheriff is about to spank you like the dirty whore you are?” She accentuated the remark by pulling her finger out and thrusting two digits back in.
Vi moaned a response, thrusting her hips up to meet Caitlyn’s fingers.
“M-more, please,” Vi pleaded.
“Getting greedy are we?” Caitlyn mused, contemplating whether to grant Vi her wish or make her beg more. She didn’t have to make a decision though because Vi’s voice interrupted her train of thought.
“P-please sheriff, stretch me out, make me come,” she said wantonly.
“Fuck…” Caitlyn muttered, the sound of Vi’s pleading words igniting a lustful heat within her.
“Please, sheriff…” Vi repeated, rolling her hips.
“Quiet,” Caitlyn ordered, swallowing hard as she spread her fingers inside Vi and angled her hand to press another finger into Vi’s slick and warm opening.
Caitlyn let her eyes wander over the taut muscles, beneath inked ivory skin as she worked her fingers in and out of the other woman in a slow but deep rhythm. She was a vision, spread out for her, just for her to take, to touch, to please. Caitlyn’s core tightened as she watched Vi’s head lull back, her eyes half-closed, and her lips parted, letting out sweet soft sounds. She added her fourth finger.
Vi whimpered, biting her bottom lip as Caitlyn stretched her fingers within her, a pleasurable whine escaped her. Caitlyn loved seeing Vi like this, so worked up and open and vulnerable. She leaned forward and captured Vi’s open mouth with her own, pushing her fingers deeper into Vi in the process. She made sure to hold the vibrator in place with her thumb using the same hand that was buried within her pet. Vi moaned and arched into Caitlyn, spreading her legs wider apart to give better access to Caitlyn’s hand. She was doing her best to keep up with Caitlyn’s hungry lips and tongue, which was exploring her mouth.
Caitlyn started pumping her fingers at an increasing pace when she felt Vi’s legs twitched and tremble every so often. Caitlyn could tell when she was getting close. It never took long for Vi to reach her peak, especially when they used toys. She moved her lips down to Vi’s neck and left small red marks that would disappear by the next day.
She was now working her mouth on Vi’s breasts, sucking on her left nipple as her free hand attacked the other. Vi yelped and groaned when Caitlyn gently twisted her nipple between her teeth, her breath picking up as her walls were closing in around Caitlyn’s hand.
“Do you want to come, my dear?” Caitlyn asked, slowing the pace of her hand.
“Y-yes, yes please, Caitlyn please ,” Vi said desperately, tugging at the cuffs for the first time in the night.
“Please what?” Caitlyn asked.
“Please, sir…” Vi muttered quietly.
“Hmm, good girl… Try again.” Caitlyn mused, Vi whined and watched Caitlyn with pleading eyes.
“Uh… uh…” Vi whimpered.
“What have you been calling me all day?” Caitlyn inquired.
“Sheriff!… Sheriff, please let me come…” Vi panted, blushing deeply.
“Come for me, Vi,” Caitlyn replied. She simultaneously started pumping her fingers faster and harder, firmly pressing the vibrator against Vi’s clit.
Vi moaned and bucked her hips to meet Caitlyn’s movements, rolling her hips, desperately chasing her release. Caitlyn leaned back a tiny bit and watched her come undone. Her back arched high above the mattress, thighs trembling ever so slightly, arms tugging at the cuffs as her core tightened and pulsated with her peak against Caitlyn’s fingers.
Feeling Vi writhe so easily under her, Caitlyn had the urge to just sit on her face and call it a night. But she promised Vi a punishment and she was a woman of her word.
Once the wave of pleasure passed, Caitlyn pulled her fingers out carefully and turned off the vibrator setting it aside. She then made a show of sliding her tongue along the length of her pointer finger slowly, teasingly, she watched as Vi bit her lip and gulped harshly.
“You want to clean them?” Caitlyn wondered.
“Yes, please,” Vi replied immediately.
Caitlyn had known the answer even before the question was asked, Vi craved any and every kind of touch her master was willing to give her. It brought her immense pleasure to serve Caitlyn, to be a good girl for her.
She parted her lips just enough to welcome Caitlyn’s forefinger. Caitlyn slipped her finger in Vi’s mouth and let her lick it clean, thrusting it in and out of her mouth for good measure, she repeated the process with every finger until they were all clean of Vi’s juices.
“Such a good girl, Violet…” Caitlyn praised, and then in a lower tone muttered “Just mine,”
Vi hummed, her chest fluttering at the possessive undertone of Caitlyn’s voice. She watched her mistress with expectant eyes.
“But now I have to punish you.” She continued, crawling down from the mattress. “Turn around. Ass up.” Caitlyn ordered.
Vi chewed her lip and followed Caitlyn’s instructions, her wrists crossed over each other as she laid on her stomach and wiggled forward to prop herself up, raising her bottom in the air. She felt exposed and vulnerable and a little nervous, she didn’t know how far Caitlyn was going to take things. She’d never taken more than ten hits at a time, she also didn’t know if this punishment was supposed to make her stop calling her Sheriff Cupcake or if she’d just found a new way to ask her mistress to spank her without straight up asking her to please beat her ass for being a naughty slut.
Vi was considering these things, mind racing, when she felt the mattress dip and Caitlyn placed a few stacked pillows beneath her abdomen, pushing her lower back down to adjust her position. Vi followed Caitlyn’s hands immediately, earning a gentle squeeze to her side and a, “There, good girl,” from her mistress.
“You’re gonna be good and count them out loud, right, my pet?” Caitlyn asked.
“Y-yes,” Vi stammered at the nickname, taking a deep breath, and before she’d finished exhaling it she felt a sharp pain of the paddle hitting her ass harshly.
She jerked forward, a sharp gasp of surprise escaping her. She wasn’t expecting the strike to be that hard, it wasn’t a pain she couldn’t take, but she grew anxious at the thought of having to endure fifteen strikes with the same force. Vi’s mind instinctively went back to the memory of when she and Caitlyn had first come up with their safe words system: “sugar” is equivalent to green, no harm done, I can take more; “lemon” stings, hurts a little but I’m still into it, don’t push it further though; “water” stop, I don’t like this anymore I need a water break and to be checked in with. This was a little joke between them, a nod of how Vi would drink her tea, strong and sugary.
Vi had rarely used the latter two, but it was reassuring to know Caitlyn would always respect her boundaries and Vi could express her discomfort without having to elaborate. Just a word was enough to tell her mistress where her head was at in any given moment.
“One,” Vi remembered to say out loud quickly, earning a hum of approval from Caitlyn, who smacked her again without missing a beat. “Two,” Vi hissed, a tingly feeling accumulating between her legs despite, or maybe because, of the pain on her backside.
Caitlyn kept her spanking rhythm and the force behind each strike steady throughout the session. Vi’s voice was cracking more and more with the force of each hit and by the tenth strike she’d stopped trying to fight back the tears staining her cheeks, but she hadn’t protested or tried to stop the scene. She had their safe words system, Caitlyn made sure to remind her she could stop her whenever.
“I can take it… sugar ,” Vi had assured her, despite her voice being breathy.
Caitlyn continued then, she wouldn’t disrespect her by doubting her words. She trusted Vi to speak up if something wasn’t right, or if it turned out to be too much for her to handle.
When Caitlyn got to the last strike Vi let out a sigh of relief, swallowing hard as she spoke almost under her breath… “F-f-fif-teen.”
Caitlyn licked her lips dropping the paddle, staring at Vi’s abused reddened skin. She’d done that, Vi had let her do that. She reveled in the feeling, basked in the moment, reached out selfishly to run her hand along the back of Vi’s thighs, to give her pet a warning before her fingers brushed over the sensitive area. Vi remained as still as she could under her master’s touch, but her muscles tensed beneath her skin. And when Caitlyn’s touch lingered on the abused area for too long, Vi couldn’t help the whimper that escaped her.
A sense of pride bubbled within Caitlyn’s chest, she loved knowing she was the only one who could quench Vi’s thirst. And suddenly she was overwhelmed with the urge to ease Vi’s pain. She’d been so good, she always was. She sat back and crawled beside Vi, watching her back move with her heavy breathing, wrists somewhat bruised from the cuffs digging into them whenever she pulled.
Caitlyn took a tiny breath and sighed softly as the familiar sense of guilt she felt whenever they did these kinds of scenes sunk in. She quickly moved to uncuff Vi’s wrists and stroke her hair, whispering soothing words as Vi cuddled into her and nuzzled her hip. She sat next to Vi, letting the other cling to her thighs.
“What do we say?” Caitlyn asked, though she only wanted to bring Vi to her lap and kiss her face.
“Thank you, sheriff,” Vi mumbled.
“Let me get some balm for you, sweetie,” Caitlyn said as she gently massaged Vi’s skull.
“No, it’s fine… Don’t want you to leave my side.” She pressed her nose on the crook of Caitlyn’s hip and inhaled deeply, muttering. “You’re so turned on, mistress… Can I eat you out, please?” She spoke in a submissive tone that made Caitlyn’s core twist. She looked up at her master who was sitting up, her back leaning against the bed frame. Vi was licking her lips and her hand was already reaching between Caitlyn’s legs to cup her heat through her underwear. She was so wet, Vi could feel the damp spot in the center of her panties. The feeling made Vi hungrier for Caitlyn, her own core beating as she pressed her hand harder against Caitlyn.
“Please, sheriff, I want to taste you,” Vi said but didn’t make any attempt to further her advances without Caitlyn’s approval.
“Okay.” Caitlyn breathed out, nodding after a moment of consideration, Vi seemed okay, she wasn’t hyperventilating or quivering in pain anymore. “You want to drown in my pussy, huh?” Caitlyn said. Vi nodded, chewing her bottom lip softly as she watched Caitlyn shift and slip her soaked panties down her thighs.
“On your back, then slut.” Caitlyn ordered.
Vi shivered at the demeaning term but her lower abdomen churned with lust as she laid on her back, hissing quietly when her ass touched the mattress.
“You’re gonna be okay?” Caitlyn asked, concern melting her dominant demeanor while she watched Vi’s expression.
“Yes, I’m fine.”
“Okay, open wide…” Caitlyn said, straddling Vi’s face, biting her lips as she brushed her fingers through the pink hair beneath her.
“Tongue out, let me see you beg for it,” Caitlyn continued.
She watched as Vi parted her lips, sticking her tongue out, gazing at her expectantly.
“Beg.”
“Pleath,” she said, keeping her tongue out, then pulled her tongue back in and continued, while holding Caitlyn’s outer thighs with twitching fingers. “Please sheriff, ride my face, let me push my tongue into your warm, dripping cunt, drown me with your pussy,” Vi said shamelessly.
“Fuck, you have a dirty, dirty mouth, Violet,” Caitlyn reprimanded but she gave in, lowering her hips into Vi’s welcoming parted lips, her tongue immediately lapping at her incredibly wet opening, sending shivers of pleasure up her body.
Caitlyn released a pleasurable hum and started rocking her hips slowly, meeting Vi’s lapping tongue with ease. She gripped her pet’s short pink locks, tugging gently to guide her mouth to her clit, rolling her hips and closing her eyes, head wading back.
“So good, uh, yes my sweet Violet, that’s it,” Caitlyn uttered, her voice was breathy and she was shivering with pleasure as Vi dipped her tongue within her gaping hole, trying to properly fuck her with her tongue, her nose was pressed against her clit at this point, and she inhaled the musky scent of Caitlyn, a muffled moan leaving her lips. “Ah, yes, it turns you on, to have my pussy in your face, my pet?” Caitlyn asked, and Vi groaned a response, sending vibrations up her spine.
Caitlyn growled lowly and tightened her clutch on Vi’s hair, making her release a muffled groan at the mild ache on her scalp. Soon she started riding Vi’s face harder, pressing her hips down roughly as Vi struggled to match her pace, her hands squeezing Caitlyn’s hips as she moved her tongue faster, taking in everything Caitlyn released. The soft grunts and muffled noises Vi made brought Caitlyn closer and closer to the edge.
Suddenly, all too soon, Vi felt Caitlyn go stiff, pressing her hips impossibly harder against her mouth. She bucked her hips one last time and let out a broken string of moans as she came hard against Vi’s tongue. The sensation of Caitlyn’s core tightening against her mouth, sending a wave of lust to Vi’s arousal and she twitched her hips, pressing her legs together, attempting to get some friction as Caitlyn came down from her climax and climbed off from her face, dropping to her back beside her.
“Good girl,” Caitlyn said, in between pants. “Such a good girl. C’mere.” Caitlyn said, opening her arms for Vi, who panted quietly and curled into her chest, hugging her middle.
“You did so well,” Caitlyn mumbled against Vi’s hair, breathing in her scent.
“Thank you,” Vi said bashfully.
“Does it hurt?” Caitlyn wondered, her hands moving down the length of Vi’s back, fingertips ghosting over the sore skin of her butt.
“A little bit, but I liked it,” Vi whispered, grunting as Caitlyn’s hand squeezed one of her asscheeks.
“You like the pain, don’t you?” Caitlyn muttered quietly.“I suppose you didn’t quite learn your lesson about calling me Sheriff Cupcake then?” Caitlyn wondered with a tiny frown as Vi glanced up at her with a mischievous glint in her eye.
“Nope… If anything this just means you like it because you like being my mistress, my sheriff,” Vi reasoned. “Don’t you?”
“Hmm…” Caitlyn paused, taken aback by Vi’s conclusion, she chewed on her bottom lip, considering.
Did she like spanking Vi and inflicting pain upon her? In a wicked way yes, but only because she wanted to give Vi what she wanted. Watching Vi willingly put herself in that vulnerable position just for Caitlyn to see, at Caitlyn’s mercy… yes, she liked that a lot, she decided.
“I like being your sheriff, I like seeing you squirm and beg for me,” she confirmed, a delicious pleasure filling her when she met Vi’s gaze and she blushed deeply looking flustered by the confirmation.
“Damn, you pervert,” she complained, but Caitlyn could see the blush in her cheeks and the way her gray eyes shyly avoided hers.
“Me? You’re the one calling me names at work, begging me to smack your ass,” Caitlyn countered.
“Shut up,” Vi whined, pressing her face against Caitlyn’s chest, breathing hotly against her skin.
“You love it,” Caitlyn whispered, kissing her head. “You love being my shameless, needy little pet.”
Vi whined again but didn’t protest as she felt Caitlyn’s fingers caress her back in a gentle manner.