violet spanking chloe?

"I told you to stay put in the car, didn't I?"  Violet paced in front of me, suddenly seeming taller.

"But I found the memory card that probably has evidence you can use..."

"Nobody asked what you found.  This is my case, which means I'm the boss."

Usually I got the vibes from Violet that she enjoyed the back and forth, appreciating people who have the courage to fight back.  But tonight she expected compliance, determined to defeat me.  So I hung my head apologetically.  "I'm sorry."

She raised her eyebrows, impressed (or skeptical?) that I'd given in so quickly.  "What are we going to do about this?  Gabe would be pissed to know you almost fucked up my investigation.  I don't think you want me to tell him."

My head shot up as I shivered at the idea of the verbal lashing he'd give me — just the harshness in Gabe's tone could bring me to tears.  And would he suspect the reason I'd broken in?  "Noo, I definitely don't..."

"Then I guess I'll have to spank you to teach you a lesson."

I blushed and looked away, only having half-expected her to actually suggest that.  It was that stupid toppy mood she'd been in since spanking Molly.  "I've learned my lesson, I promise.  You don't have to... do that.  It would be so embarrassing."

"You deserve to be embarrassed.  You're lucky they didn't catch us!"  She sat down on the couch.  "Are you going to get over my lap or should I call Gabe?"

just a little

There was a soft knock on the half-open door.  "You wanted to see me, Sir?" 

I looked up to see Chloe standing before Gabe, brown hair fallen over her shoulders, lower lip poked out in an adorable pout.  His face remained stoic, though his tone seemed slightly amused.  "You broke one of the rules today, didn't you?"  

She blushed and glanced over at me, knowing I'd told him exactly what she and I had discussed earlier.  "I just..."

"Yes or no?" he interrupted.  "And look at me, not Molly."

Now her cheeks were even brighter pink and she stammered, "Y-yes, Sir..."

ch31-ish violet's dilemma

"You and Gabe all chummy now?  It's fuckin' weird, bro.  What's up with that?"

Toby's expression remained flat as he closed the door behind me.  "We're here to talk about you."

I rolled my eyes, turning to him in protest, but he directed me to sit on the couch, then sat across from me.  "There's nothin' to say.  Yo can you get me more Addy?  I can't focus for shit."  I impatiently checked my phone, regretting that I'd blown up on Gabe earlier.  Now I'd have to endure a Toby-lecture, potentially guilt trip.

"You know I can't write you a prescription for controlled substances.  Were you unable to get in touch with your old psychiatrist?  Do you need a referral?"

"Why don't you just do it?  What good is having an MD if you can't hook a sista up."

Toby frowned.  "Violeta," he said in a too-serious tone as he leaned in towards me.  "Should we be worried about you relapsing?"

I gulped, wanting to lighten the mood, but on the doc's turf, wasn't gonna happen.  "Look... I'm just stressed.  I ain't gonna do nothing, was just mouthin' off.  You know how I am."

There was a tense silence as he waited for me to talk myself into a hole.  He knows me too well.  I just can't deal with the quiet for too long.

"Aren't you super stoked for vacay this weekend?  Are you gonna finally de-flower Clo?"

"As I mentioned earlier, we're here to talk about you."

"I'm done talkin' about me."

"Ha!  That's a first."

"Fuck off!  So you are gonna fuck her, right?"

another ch25 revision

Izaak flipped off the tv and turned towards me. “It’s time for your spanking, kiddo, and then bed.”

“Noooooooooo,” I whined dramatically, ready to throw myself on the floor like a kid, even though I was nervously excited to finally get a real spanking.  Adam hadn't had time earlier, and the one from Violet last night didn't count.  Izaak's spanking would give me all the warm fuzzies I needed to temporarily fill the pit of loneliness and self-hatred. “One more episode, pleaseeeeeee!” My best puppy expression had minimal effect on him, so I tried to snatch the remote, only causing Izaak to raise it out of my reach and wear a more serious expression.

“Sit down. I told you before dinner that we were having a discussion about your behavior at 23:00 sharp. You know how I feel about sticking to a schedule and being on time. No amount of your whining and pouting will change my mind.”

I obediently plopped back onto the couch, now folding my arms and letting the hot crocodile tears stream down my cheeks.  Izaak allowed my mini-tantrum, waiting patiently for my whining to subside before speaking. 

He's so sweet, letting me act out all of my emotions without stopping me.  I love him so much...

“What are you in trouble for?”

The scene was familiar, a replica of the hundreds of times he’d spanked me in the past. There was something comfortable about the ritual, knowing what was to come. “Being a bad influence, but I’m sorryyyyy!”

“What are you sorry about?” 

still revising ch25

As I hit send on the last message, my phone vibrated with, surprise, a response from Adam!  Typical for my heart to speed up with anticipation as I read.  Back from CT, let’s catch up?  Stopping by the office first and will pick you up at 11 for lunch.  

So many mixed feelings.... excited to get the attention, angry at myself for being happy when he’d treated me like a used toy, nervous about a potential spanking.  Part of me wanted to leave him on read as karma.  But I was too wrapped up in love and hurriedly typed in a confirmation that I’d be ready and waiting outside when he arrived.

Like me, my boyfriend grew up in a single-parent home, though struggled more financially since he has younger siblings.  As the oldest and without a mother, he’s learned to burden himself with everyone else’s problems, so I couldn’t really blame him for wanting to help his ex-wife with the kids.  Nevertheless, when he pulled up to my apartment with a bouquet of fake flowers, with 1/8 oz of weed hidden inside, because he knew the kind of plant I prefer, and an apology card, I remembered why I fell so head over heels for him in the first place.

“I thought we could have Japanese, then swing by your place to enjoy your gift.”

“Before you head back?”  

decided to scrap from ch25 (i think)

We’d been in his apartment for about a half hour, catching up with each other, enjoying the light-hearted banter.  Then Adam said, “It’s time for our talk.”

The change in tone sent a fiery sensation through my belly.  Even though I was glad for the attention, I was unhappy at his insistence on punishing me, especially since Izaak was planning to give me what I’d been looking for lately. “But we’re having so much fun... why ruin it now?”

“We’ve delayed long enough.  Care to review what you’re in trouble for?”

“Not really.”

He scooted me off his lap and stood me in front of him, glancing up with his piercing blue-gray eyes.  I tried to back away, but he pulled me back by my belt loop and landed a sharp swat on my bottom.  

“I don’t wanna do this…” I mumbled.  “Can’t we hang out instead?”  

Instead of answering me, Adam unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, sliding them and my panties to the floor, leaving me standing in front of him, completely bare from the waist down.  I blushed so hard that my face was probably the same color as my hair.  When I tried to cover myself, he ordered me to put my hands on my head.  “You asked for discipline. There’s no backing out of it now.  Tell me all you’ve done wrong since I last spanked you.”

“Really?  That was forever ago,” I said with an attitude, immediately regretting it and biting my lower lip.

“I’m waiting.” 

lol too sleepy 😴

"I regret what I said — to Molly, and to you, when we were outside.  I'm sorry.  There is no excuse for my words, but I want you to know that I didn't mean it..."

"I know.  Apology accepted."  Izaak placed a comforting hand on my shoulder, probably an effort to ease my anxiety, and it sorta worked.  I'd never want Izaak to think I really felt better off without them... I'm not as much of a dick as my father. 

izaak/toby beginning maybe

I met Izaak at the front door when he arrived, too ashamed to speak as I lead him upstairs.  We entered my bedroom and his long legs immediately strode to the couch, ignoring the wooden chair I'd placed in the middle of the room, expecting a traditional otk spanking.  He motioned for me to take a seat next to him.

Neither of us spoke for a moment until I looked up and our eyes met.  "You have not answered anyone's phone call for almost two weeks."

Gulping, I hung my head.  "I know.  I've been in a depressive episode."

He was silent, processing what I'd just told him.  "You were in a manic state last time I saw you." 

I nodded, noticing that I wanted to get defensive and trick Izaak into feeling pity for me.  I could recount past traumas and use psychiatrist jargon to make him think that I didn't actually deserve to be punished... to defend me against being vulnerable in front of him.  But I didn't react to that desire, instead keeping a solemn expression, hands folded in my lap. 

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violet's weekend with izaak and clo

It was so hard to be with Clo, knowing her secret, and knowing that I had to steal back the memory card.  What was she hiding on there that she didn't want me to see?  She must've been able to hack the card... I bet she knew the passwords anyway, if she and Sage worked together.  

Did Izaak know?  Was he protecting her?  

Those were the thoughts going through my mind as I jogged next to him, yawning at the crisp dawn air.  "Why does Clo get to skip out on this bullshit."

"She attends 5 other days in the week.  When was the last time you went for a jog?"

I rolled my eyes at him but didn't answer, too out of breath and