[ feeling utterly exposed, she crosses her arms across her chest, and like that, she feels the goosebumps, the heat, her nipples missing attention. her backside stinging. her cunt slowly leaking. and... indignance ]
I am not bad!
[ funny how quickly the begging, whimpering tone disappears ]
[ that power is... unexorable. she cannot resist. she's flipped, tense from surprise, gasping, her hair strewn across her face, and pushes herself up immediately. ]
[ without being able to see, she could almost confuse them for Henry's hands. they feel like dozens upon dozens of Henry's hands. is that insane? everything he does, even exerting his power, feels distinctly him in some way that maybe only another wizard could tell. she reassures herself with this, even continuing to push against the force that will not give.
[She absolutely is. His eyes greedily rake down her back, too, all the way to the curve of her backside, one side a slightly deeper blue from where he spanked her twice. She can fight against his telekinesis all she wants, but this is where Henry Creel's strength truly lies — even weakened compared to its state at home, it's still nearly impossible to break out of it through normal means.
How's the state of her tail?
...Regardless, both hands grab either side of her cheeks and give her a hearty squeeze.]
[ her tail is still all but for the tip, which flickers in anticipation. a squeeze like that makes her jump, and she can't move away from it, so she simply growls into the bedspread. ]
[ it hurts. her brain hangs on the edge of a misfire: is this sexy, or is there something wrong? for him, at least, comes the satisfying crack and her buttock bouncing under the blow.
[It IS satisfying. He actually breathes out a note of appreciation which likely loses itself in her growl.]
I think I like doing this.
[Is that better, then? He smooths his hand over where his palm had just struck, a soothing motion which could possibly belie another spanking inbound. The tease of one.]
this is suddenly not enjoyable anymore. her chest gets a hard lump in it, and her throat, too, and her tail falls limp like a wounded animal's. real shame. real discomfort like a needle in her throat. ]
[Oh. The way she turns away makes him wonder if he really did cross a line he wasn’t even aware of.
The mattress shifts. Henry leans in, close, not quite over.]
Sprezzatura… You know I’d never make you feel that way to actually cause you pain. But I’m sorry. I’m still trying to… figure out what you really like.
[ aching, she buries her cheek deeper into the pillow. how stupid, she thinks, to be hurt by all this. even now, she's that fragile. she shouldn't let anyone know that—not least of all a man who covets secrets as dearly as Henry Creel.
Though maybe blue balls is the least of his worries if he thinks about how utterly quickly this went downhill, just for saying one wrong thing. Is there something else there, churning in her mind?]
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So she just gets a seeking look and that grin of his.]
A bad girl gets what she deserves.
[She knows what she was doing!!]
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I am not bad!
[ funny how quickly the begging, whimpering tone disappears ]
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You are. Acting so helpless when you know I can’t deny you. Playing with my heartstrings deserves a spanking or two.
[Leans forward, and over.]
You’re blushing. Maybe you liked it.
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[ touches her cheeks. she is. ]
What heartstrings? You are looking heartless from where I stand!
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Heartless? Now you're just being hurtful. Maybe I should flip you back around.
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He thinks she probably means that.
But-]
I could live with that.
[His powers manifest again, an attempt to flip her back around, not too harshly but definitely... unceremoniously.]
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How rude! Who raised you!
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No one very good. [Amusedly.]
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[ without being able to see, she could almost confuse them for Henry's hands. they feel like dozens upon dozens of Henry's hands. is that insane? everything he does, even exerting his power, feels distinctly him in some way that maybe only another wizard could tell. she reassures herself with this, even continuing to push against the force that will not give.
she really is exposed now. ]
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How's the state of her tail?
...Regardless, both hands grab either side of her cheeks and give her a hearty squeeze.]
And who raised you, throwing such a fit now?
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Band of devils.
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He echoes back without missing a beat-] I can tell.
[Smacks!! The other cheek!]
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[ it hurts. her brain hangs on the edge of a misfire: is this sexy, or is there something wrong? for him, at least, comes the satisfying crack and her buttock bouncing under the blow.
growling again: ] Make up your mind!
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I think I like doing this.
[Is that better, then? He smooths his hand over where his palm had just struck, a soothing motion which could possibly belie another spanking inbound. The tease of one.]
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Because you look beautiful, on display like this, taking a punishment. Held down with no other choice but to do so.
[But, a not-so-secondary reason-]
And I do think you like it. Letting me take control every once in a while.
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this is suddenly not enjoyable anymore. her chest gets a hard lump in it, and her throat, too, and her tail falls limp like a wounded animal's. real shame. real discomfort like a needle in her throat. ]
I don't want punishment. Henry, stop. Now.
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Ah, disappointment.
But of course he releases her.]
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I hate. Being demeaned.
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The mattress shifts. Henry leans in, close, not quite over.]
Sprezzatura… You know I’d never make you feel that way to actually cause you pain. But I’m sorry. I’m still trying to… figure out what you really like.
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[Leans. Tiny nudge.]
What about… me making it up to you, instead?
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without meeting his eye, ] No.
[ hashtag blue balls ]
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Though maybe blue balls is the least of his worries if he thinks about how utterly quickly this went downhill, just for saying one wrong thing. Is there something else there, churning in her mind?]
Sprezzatura. What’s actually wrong?
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crying again
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