Drabbletag - Chastise
Title: Pleading Punishment
Prompt: Drabbletag 5 - Chastise
Fandom: Maleficent
Pairing: Maleficent/Aurora
Rating: R
Word count: 250
Notes: Spanking, spoilers for Maleficent
“Please,” Aurora murmurs, her voice quiet, teeth marks in her bottom lip. “My aunts, they never saw fit to chastise me, I never experienced any…”
“Discipline,” Maleficent supplies when Aurora falters, and she does not miss the soft gasp that escapes Aurora to hear the word said out loud.
Something hot and wicked uncoils within Maleficent’s chest.
“But you have done nothing to earn such a punishment,” she says carefully.
“Perhaps,” Aurora admits, eyes dropping to the ground. “But while I may not do anything wrong, sometimes my thoughts turn to things I know I should not think of.” She meets Maleficent’s gaze again, and it burns like iron, the passion there, and Maleficent shivers beneath her clothes as Aurora reaches up to stroke her fingers over a lock of Maleficent’s hair.
“Very well,” she agrees, throat tight, feeling as if she is condemning them both to something they won’t return from. “Turn around and brace yourself.”
Aurora’s lips are parted, her eyes huge. Doing as instructed, hands flattening against the tree trunk, bent slightly at the waist, and Maleficent breathes deep and raises her hand.
The smack of her palm landing across Aurora’s backside rings throughout the night.
Aurora turns to look over her shoulder, pupils dilated, a flush already creeping across her cheeks. Slowly reaching down to gather her skirts, and Maleficent throbs with desire as Aurora holds the fabric bunched around her waist, exposing her undergarments.
“More,” she begs, breathless, and Maleficent is powerless to deny her.
Prompt: Drabbletag 5 - Chastise
Fandom: Maleficent
Pairing: Maleficent/Aurora
Rating: R
Word count: 250
Notes: Spanking, spoilers for Maleficent
“Please,” Aurora murmurs, her voice quiet, teeth marks in her bottom lip. “My aunts, they never saw fit to chastise me, I never experienced any…”
“Discipline,” Maleficent supplies when Aurora falters, and she does not miss the soft gasp that escapes Aurora to hear the word said out loud.
Something hot and wicked uncoils within Maleficent’s chest.
“But you have done nothing to earn such a punishment,” she says carefully.
“Perhaps,” Aurora admits, eyes dropping to the ground. “But while I may not do anything wrong, sometimes my thoughts turn to things I know I should not think of.” She meets Maleficent’s gaze again, and it burns like iron, the passion there, and Maleficent shivers beneath her clothes as Aurora reaches up to stroke her fingers over a lock of Maleficent’s hair.
“Very well,” she agrees, throat tight, feeling as if she is condemning them both to something they won’t return from. “Turn around and brace yourself.”
Aurora’s lips are parted, her eyes huge. Doing as instructed, hands flattening against the tree trunk, bent slightly at the waist, and Maleficent breathes deep and raises her hand.
The smack of her palm landing across Aurora’s backside rings throughout the night.
Aurora turns to look over her shoulder, pupils dilated, a flush already creeping across her cheeks. Slowly reaching down to gather her skirts, and Maleficent throbs with desire as Aurora holds the fabric bunched around her waist, exposing her undergarments.
“More,” she begs, breathless, and Maleficent is powerless to deny her.