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Something had changed. Wednesday’s return to Nevermore had not gone as she had expected. Eugene was excited to see her and schedule their first hummers meeting and had asked if she had kept the hive code during the summer break. Other students also greeted her and that was what bothered Wednesday, they were all far too cordial, far too familiar. Wednesday had much preferred it when they viewed her with disdain and fled from her glare. Bianca and her shoal greeted her as cordially as Wednesday desired, nods of recognition and nothing more, as it should be. Xavier and Ajax were almost nonexistent as they appeared and then were simply shadows on the wall as Wednesday walked past them without a second glance. Trouble began to arise when she was greeted by Tanaka, because of course Wednesday could count on the vampire to mar the first day back of the new term. Her and her partner Divinia were insufferable, either with or without Enid. What made matters more infuriating was their act of friendliness to Wednesday. They were Enid’s friends, yes, and Enid was Wednesday’s friend, but that did not automatically designate them as her friends, that was a presumption she did not enjoy.
Enid. Enid was her friend, that much Wednesday could not deny, at least to herself, even if she did not want to voice it and make it known publicly. However, it seemed public opinion was already formed, and she had very little evidence to dispute it. Especially as so many students continued to greet her and ask her if she was excited to see Enid again. Why were they asking that? What was the mindset of such a greeting? It turned out that it was their hug. One public display of physical affection in a moment of vulnerability and Wednesday’s reputation was ruined. Wednesday ground her teeth and glared at the young werewolf as they brought it up with a look of admiration on her face instead of fear. This was why Wednesday did not engage in physical affection, public or not, it led to wrongful perceptions of herself in others eyes, it led to misconception, and if she wasn’t careful it would lead to others expecting similar treatment.
No, even then Enid was the only one Wednesday had permitted to touch her, and perhaps permitted had been the wrong word, Enid had charged through all her barriers and took great delight in holding onto Wednesday every chance she got. Wednesday had to set some boundaries this year before it was too late. The stairs up to their room in Ophelia hall were as depressing as Wednesday enjoyed, dark and gloomy and horribly winding with the many many flights that she had to climb to reach the door. Wednesday stopped when she reached it, the dim sound of muffled pop music and Enid singing along could be heard through the walls and Wednesday knew it would soon transform into a large squeal of delight when Wednesday walked through the door. Yet she somehow managed it. As she had predicted without the use of her powers, Enid’s decibel count hit triple digits and without warning or permission her arms found themselves wrapped around Wednesday and she grunted as Enid crushed her in a greeting that Wednesday wondered if Enid would have done the very first day they met in their room.
“Howdy Roomie!” shouted Enid with delight, somehow lifting Wednesday up off the floor, an act of strength that impressed Wednesday and made her squirm inside, her body tensing in a way she had not experienced before.
“Put me down, Enid.” Wednesday said firmly, pouting in annoyance while Enid only smiled at her.
Things had definitely changed.
Wednesday fully came to understand the gravity of her ruined reputation when she reached their botany class on miserable grey Tuesday morning to hear snickers from students as she walked past them. The answer was soon revealed as she removed her backpack to find a note stuck to the back. She glared back at her classmates who all looked away but snickering continued to be heard. She scrunched the note up in her hand, determined not to let it get to her, not to let the words of her peers dictate what she was. However it didn’t help when Enid arrived and chose to sit next to her, a little closer than anyone else would dare, touching her on her shoulder in front of others. The impudence of it all only aided the new reputation she was gaining, declared so elegantly on the note now hidden in her hand that read; “Property of Enid.”
The notes, of various statements, continued to find themselves on her backpack for the next few weeks, earning snickers and wolf whistles from students everywhere she went. Yet none looked at her with fear when she ripped them off her backpack and chucked them at her. However the culprits were soon found one day when Wednesday rose from the bench at the quad and turned back to see Yoko with her arm outstretched towards her and a yellow piece of paper in her hand. Wednesday grabbed her wrist and squeezed without mercy, slamming her arm onto the table while the vampire grunted and groaned. Divina and Enid looked shocked, about to raise their voices until they saw Wednesday’s anger and decided to keep quiet.
“Care to explain yourself, Tanaka?” Wednesday demanded, her lips thin, her voice as sharp as a blade.
“Just…having some…fun.” Yoko managed to grin until Wednesday applied more pressure and then she groaned.
Wednesday had half a mind to see if Vampire’s bones were as easy to break as humans but was unfortunately stopped by a voice she had no desire in the moment to hear or listen to, yet stop she did the moment Enid spoke.
“Come on Wednesday, let her go. Please!” Enid asked nicely, too nicely.
Wednesday could do nothing but acquiesce, however she twisted Yoko’s arm once more to send a final message before letting go.
“Did you know she was doing this?” Wednesday asked, turning on Enid while Yoko rubbed her arm.
Enid blushed and stammered, looking ironically sheepish for a werewolf.
“Um, I may have had an idea.” Enid admitted.
“I see.” Wednesday said, pulling back and moving to turn away before looking at Enid with wide eyes.
“No…no Wednesday wait…wait!” Enid called out, running after her roommate after shooting Yoko a look of annoyance.
Wednesday glared at some young gorgon students that quickly jumped out of her way as she walked through the corridor, it was a small act of compensation that did little to help her bruised ego. Wednesday continued to walk, increasing her pace as she heard Enid call after her.
“Wednesday! Wednesday! I’m sorry! Come on! Please! Please just let me…let me explain.” Enid said, apparently not caring for what the situation looked like to those around them.
Despite how fast she was moving, she failed to escape Enid and found herself being stopped in her tracks by the werewolf, her hand held tightly and her arm stretched back behind her as she turned her head to glare at her friend, no her roommate. Friend was a term that was now on thin ice.
“Can we talk?” Enid asked, hopeful.
“There is nothing to talk about.” Wednesday asserted, yanking her hand out of Enid’s.
Enid flinched, yet did not leave, standing awkwardly close to Wednesday in silence, almost testing Wednesday’s conviction.
“Ooh, trouble in paradise.” a male student called out as a pack of older wolves walked past.
“Ahwoo.” a few of them called out as they snickered at Wednesday and Enid.
“Fighting with your girlfriend, Sinclair?” One of them asked Enid, his words causing Wednesday’s eyes to bulge.
Was that what they all thought they were? Partners? Romantically involved? The notes that Yoko, and possibly others, were placing on her person now made sense. Everyone was under the assumption that she and Enid were involved. Wednesday regained control of her emotions, choosing to channel her anger as she first produced a knife from her sleeve and threw it at the wolves. They all froze in shock along with Enid as the silver blade embedded itself in the stone wall near them. She had aimed for it, choosing to send a message to the group rather than send one of them to the infirmary. She kept her gaze fixed on them but internally berated herself for going soft. Another fault that had developed from her time living with Enid.
“Wednesday!” Enid scolded her, her eyes still wide as she turned to view her roommate.
“Okay, point taken, we’ll leave you alone to sort yourselves out.” one of the werewolves said before they all walked round the corner.
Wednesday gave Enid one more look of challenge before she turned to walk away. Determined to reach their room. Her desire was ruined by Enid grabbing her arm and dragging her to the side of the corridor. A door opened and Wednesday soon found herself inside a cleaning cupboard, a space far smaller than she would like. Enid closed the door as she followed Wednesday in and then turned to face Wednesday, the space between them practically nonexistent as only a few inches separated them.
“We’ve talked about this, you can’t throw knives at people.” Enid said, shaking her head slightly.
Wednesday pursed her lips and glared at Enid, however it only increased her anger as Enid continued to hold her gaze, unaffected by her death stare.
“Wednesday, you know that doesn’t work on me. Can we just talk?” Enid asked softly.
“Fine. Talk.” Wednesday said quickly, crossing her arms.
Enid gave her a look and then rolled her eyes, “Fine. I’m sorry I didn’t stop people from putting notes on your bag.” Enid said quickly.
Wednesday continued to stare at her.
“Or correct people when they thought we were dating.” Enid followed up.
Wednesday said nothing, hoping Enid’s guilty conscience would force her to continue to confess. Yet Enid now began to play Wednesday at her own game, her head turned and eyebrows raised to challenge Wednesday. However Wednesday stayed fast, determined not to lose.
“Is it really that bad?” Enid asked quietly.
Wednesday said nothing, choosing instead to inspect the grim floor instead of meeting Enid’s gaze. She was determined to ignore Enid until she suddenly stepped forward and held her arms up against the wall either side of Wednesday’s head, forcing the smaller girl to look up at the blonde, her blue eyes glowing in the dark of the cupboard.
“Are you angry because of what people are doing or because you know they’re right?” Enid asked, her voice a whisper.
Her question was the last attack Wednesday could take and her defences broke.
“It’s because of you!” She hissed, causing Enid to look at her in surprise.
“No one takes me seriously anymore. You have ruined my reputation with your desperate need to touch me at every chance you get.” Wednesday said, her words far more emotional than she planned. “And that hug, that damn hug I am never able to forget.” Wednesday added, her voice quiet, her
Enid pulled back slightly to better see Wednesday’s face before pushing in even closer, an act that Wednesday failed to challenge or stop.
“I don’t hear you complaining when I do. But I can tone it down in public if that will make you feel better.” Enid offered.
Wednesday nodded, her voice suddenly held captive, silence into submission by Enid’s close proximity.
“I’ll speak to Yoko as well, I will ask her to stop and others if I catch them.” Enid said, her words an olive branch.
“Thank you.” was all Wednesday managed to say.
“But you know Wednesday, if I didn’t know better, I think you’re actually beginning to enjoy the physical affection I give you.” Enid said with a smirk.
“I do not, I…” Wednesday began before trailing off as Enid placed her hands on Wednesday’s shoulders and pushed down slightly, using her strength to impress her point upon the seer.
“Could have fooled me.” Enid said, leaning forward so that her lips were against Wednesday’s ear.
Wednesday gasped as she felt Enid’s hot breath against her ear, the closeness of the contact similar to their hug, and Wednesday found herself yearning for it instead of resisting it.
“You don’t have to be ashamed of wanting it Wednesday, not with me anyway.” Enid said, moving her arms down to wrap around Wednesday and pull her closer.
Wednesday said nothing, her resistance left in ruins along with her reputation as she allowed the hug to happen, allowing Enid to do with her whatever she pleased. The hug ended and Enid pulled away, smiling sweetly as if she had won the lottery.
“If it helps, I’ve never put any notes on your bag or anything.” Enid said, earning a hum or approval from Wednesday.
“Although I probably wouldn’t settle for something as boring as a note on your backpack anyway.” Enid said, her tone far too playful for Wednesday’s liking.
“Just let me out Enid, I’ve had enough.” Wednesday said firmly, moving to push forward.
“Sure thing roomie.” Enid said, turning sideways to allow Wednesday to step forward.
She was just opening the door when she felt it, a sting ran across her bottom, dampened by the school uniform skirt she wore but still present. Enid’s hand and made contact with her body in a way she had never expected it to do and she had never expected to enjoy. Enid had spanked her. The force from Enid had been enough to jolt her body forward as she rocked on her heels. The action had made her eyes go wide and had driven the breath from her lungs but worst of all was the audible moan that went with the breath.
Curses.
She froze, her eyes wide and features like stone as she turned her head like an owl, to find Enid stood there, grinning like the wolf she was. Enid had heard her. Enid had heard her moan! Wednesday swallowed and watched as Enid processed the information and then smirked. No! Not that smirk, not that look, not from her, not from Enid! Enid drew herself up and bit her lip, raking her teeth across the line of pink before freeing it to speak.
“See, told you that you enjoyed it.” Enid said, punctuating her statement with a wink before strolling past Wednesday.
Wednesday closed the door after Enid left and shook as she realised Enid had her, had her between a rock and hard place. What would Wednesday be able to say when Enid wanted a hug again, she could no longer deny she enjoyed the physical affection the wolf gave her. Her body had betrayed her. However despite Wednesday’s fear that Enid would use their interaction in the cupboard against her, life at Nevermore somewhat returned to normal, or at least what Wednesday perceived as “normal”. The snickering seemed to disappear, Yoko seemed to return to ignoring Wednesday and her backpack returned to its non vandalised state. However, Enid also seemed to return to a state of distance, a move that confused Wednesday more than she anticipated. Why was Enid now being distant? She hadn’t even made a single move to touch Wednesday in any way shape or form. Whatever the reason, Wednesday thought it was a good thing, Enid had finally realised what Wednesday wanted and respected it.
It was two weeks later when Wednesday lost her temper and growled at someone, her eyes wide with anger and her tone forceful enough to make them recoil. She looked at the poor first year student in shock at her own ferocity, she was cold yes, but never unnecessarily angry. That was new. Yet as she walked away awkwardly she looked back at the young girl and the situation in confusion. Why was she so easily aggravated?
It continued through the rest of the day, and to make matters worse Enid continued to invade her space with her bubbly personality. She would veer closer and closer to Wednesday, forcing the seer to hold her breath in anticipation and then at the last minute fall short and not touch her, leaving Wednesday disappointed at the lack of contact and then confused at her own disappointment. Something she worried Enid didn’t miss as the werewolf seemed over the moon at Wednesday’s confusion. It was only two days later when Enid and Wednesday walked to their room in silence. Wednesday wearing a face of Thunder and Enid wearing an expression that Wednesday had never seen before. Her tone had been forceful and her features firm, her trademark smile gone. Enid was angry, and Wednesday knew she was the source of it.
“I do not appreciate you walking me back to our room like a child, Enid.” Wednesday said firmly, slamming the door a little too loud on purpose.
“Then you need to stop acting like one. You have been worse than usual lately, I know you like to act mean and scary but when did it stop becoming an act? I get that people like Ajax and Xavier annoy you. But that young gorgon boy was only asking us a question.” Enid said, crossing her arms as Wednesday moved to sit at her desk.
“I…I don’t know.” Wednesday said awkwardly, her fingers shaking as she held them over her typewriter.
“Do better than that Wednesday.” Enid demanded.
“It is not my fault everyone is annoying.” Wednesday snarled.
“You have always been annoyed by everyone but you’ve never acted like this. What is going on with you? You’ve been getting worse for weeks now, ever since…” Enid trailed off as she realised when Wednesday’s change in behaviour started.
Wednesday realised as well and to her horror watched as Enid relaxed somewhat and then smiled, sweetly. It was a sickening sweet smile that Wednesday could not stomach to look at, especially as Enid gave off such an air of gloating it made Wednesday queasy.
“You’re so insistent you hate it when I touch you.” Enid began, stepping forward, “but look at you, two weeks of me not laying a finger on you and you bite anyone’s head off who even so much looks at you.” Enid concluded as she reached Wednesdays chair.
“That’s not…I think you are reading far too much into things Enid. You’re ability to project really is incredible, your ability to delude yourself is-“ Wednesday began, doing her best to show no sign of weakness at her roommates close proximity.
“Drop the act Wednesday, it doesn’t work on me. Just be brave and be honest and tell me you miss me, and maybe I’ll give you a hug.” Enid said, moving one finger slowly across Wednesdays neck.
Her nail was extended into a claw and Wednesday could not stop herself from shuddering and gasping as Enid slowly dragged it across her skin. She had no way of knowing but she hoped secretly for the action to have left a red hot line against her form.
“I think your body is trying to tell you something Wednesday. Why don’t you listen to it? You might find it cathartic and even help relieve some stress. If you’re good and tell me the truth I might even give you what you really want.” Enid said quietly, her voice dropping to a whisper at the end.
“Oh? And what’s that? Peace and quiet finally?” Wednesday said with a wobble in her voice as Enid's nail scratched down her neck slowly.
“Peace and quiet depends on you.” Enid said pulling away and causing Wednesday to whine at the loss of contact. “If you ask nicely Wednesday I might even treat you to more of what you enjoyed in that cupboard. You only have to admit you want it.” Enid said, her fingers now trailing gently along her shoulder and down her arm.
Wednesday said nothing as she continued to shudder under Enid's ministrations. Every flick of her finger, every gentle caress had Wednesdays breath come short and fast until she couldn’t take it anymore and a quiet sound echoed in the room.
“Please.” Wednesday said, her voice barely louder than a whisper.
Enid smiled as Wednesday blushed and brought her lips close to Wednesday’s ear as she slowly dragged her nails up Wednesday’s shirt.
“Please what? What do you want Wednesday?” Enid asked sweetly, her tone infuriating Wednesday as she demanded she ask fully.
“Please…touch me.” Wednesday asked slowly, the words painful to voice.
“Where?” Enid asked simply, trailing her nails over Wednesdays collarbones.
Wednesday grit her teeth as she felt her body react to Enid's touch and knew she would he to give the werewolf what she wanted in order to get what she wanted.
“Please slap my backside.” Wednesday said quietly.
Wednesday felt Enid smile against her ear before she replied with two words that sent a shock down Wednesday’s spine.
“Bend over.”
Wednesday had never known Enid to be so demanding, so authoritative, yet her voice now deeper and huskier did something to her that she couldn’t explain as she rose from her chair and lowered herself down across her desk. Her legs were loose as they held her in place while she rested on her forearms across the desk, her head facing forward, unwilling to look Enid in the eye. She heard her chair roll away across the floor and then realised Enid was standing behind her as the floorboards creaked. She wondered if Enid was going to say something, make a joke that wasn’t funny or be her typical awkward self about the whole situation. Yet Wednesday found out all of those guesses were wrong as pain spread our across her right cheek as Enid brought her hand down upon it and delivered the first spank that Wednesday had asked for.
“Oh.” Wednesday said breathlessly as she shifted forwards across the desk.
She turned her head slightly to look back at Enid, noting the smirk that was now plastered all over her face as she held her hand up in the air, waiting for Wednesday. Wednesday moved back and presented herself ready for Enid to continue. Enid wasted no time in bringing her hand down again and as she did so Wednesday bit her lip in anticipation. The impact reverberated across her whole body, sending shivers up her spine and awakening something in her abdomen that she had never felt before.
“Ready to admit you like it, Wednesday?” Enid asked, not waiting for an answer before she brought her hand down again.
Wednesday grunted and pushed back towards Enid, determined not to give her the satisfaction of winning, of being able to read Wednesday. Another slap, this time more painful, met her and Wednesday moaned, moaned loud enough for Enid to hear and yet still she said nothing as she held her position, bent over across the desk. Wednesday had very rarely been on the receiving end of torture, growing up she had enjoyed delivering it in a variety of forms to her younger brother. The games they had played had often involved her taking the role of torturer, she had always assumed that role as eldest. But being the receiver was doing something to her, maybe it was the pain of the slaps, maybe it was the embarrassment of the position, perhaps it was the fact that it was with Enid. It could have been a combination of all three.
Enid brought her hand down again, spanking Wednesday’s ass through her skirt and grunted as she did her best to ensure the point was made to the seer as she moaned louder than before. Her back arch and her head raised as she shivered and then pushed back. She was desperate for more. She had gone two weeks without feeling Enid and had been unbearable to those around her, even the few she liked. This, it seemed, was a suitable retribution.
“I think we both know you’re enjoying this.” Enid whispered, bent over Wednesday’s form, her lips tight against Wednesday’s ear.
Wednesday gasped as she felt Enid’s soft lips press against her ear lobe and then down onto her neck. Wednesday shuddered under Enid and remained frozen in place under the blonde as she felt her chest press into her back, her arousal evident to Wednesday from the state of her nipples. She had to wonder if the feeling in the pit of her stomach was her own arousal, unlocked by the act they were engaging in. She did her best to slyly move her hands to grab her breasts, hoping Enid wouldn’t notice and to her shock felt her nipples through her shirt, hard and sensitive as she squeezed them.
“Ugh.” Wednesday moaned softly, failing to prevent the noise from escaping as her head raised up and Enid kissed her neck gently.
“You know…” Enid began, bringing her hands back into the fray as they slowly slid up the back of Wednesday’s thighs. “You might enjoy it even more if we moved your skirt out of the way.” Enid suggested softly, kissing Wednesday once more on the neck before pulling away.
She hated how needy she was in the moment, how evident her weakness was to Enid, but the removal of Enid’s weight upon her body had her whine pathetically as she realised just how much she had come to need it and want it. She could argue all she wanted, but she knew that both her and Enid knew her words would be empty. Instead she nodded, hoping it would be enough to please Enid to continue and feel the pain on an even higher level.
However nothing happened, Enid didn’t continue to spank her, she didn’t lift up Wednesday’s skirt, all she did was scratch the back of her thighs slowly with her nails, extended in her usual way, antagonising Wednesday in a way that Enid somehow knew would drive her insane. They were playing chicken, again, and this time Wednesday knew she would lose. It was only a matter of time.
Enid’s nails went up her thighs, disappearing under the hem of her skirt, causing Wednesday to gasp in anticipation as they rose higher and higher, until they were almost at the place she longed to feel them. And then they descended back down, leaving faint red lines of disappointment on her skin as Wednesday breathed out and moaned again. Forcing her to swallow her pride as she finally found her voice.
“Enid…please…” she begged, the pathetic sound of her voice somehow adding to her arousal, making her tense her glutes and shudder as she felt Enid’s hands land gently on her bum.
“Please what?” Enid asked in return, her voice once again the same sickly sweet tone that infuriated Wednesday.
“Please…please…underneath.” Wednesday whined, her voice and body shaking from desperation.
“If you want it that bad, do it yourself.” Enid ordered, her tone firm, sending a clear message to the psychic.
Wednesday hesitated for only a few seconds before she slowly brought her arms out to her sides, forcing her body to lay flat against the desk as her fingers found the hem of her skirt and she slowly pulled it up and over her bum, revealing it to Enid before finally doing her best to flip her skirt up onto her back. Enid took over in the end, making sure the skirt was folded properly so that it wouldn’t bend back over. Her underwear was simple, black cotton that covered her modesty fully and Wednesday wondered if Enid would allow her modesty to remain intact.
“Ready?” Enid asked, a hint of amusement in her tone.
Wednesday nodded, not trusting her voice. It betrayed her immediately. Enid’s spanks resumed and felt even better and as a result Wednesday couldn’t hold back the moan that travelled up her chest and out into the room. However Enid clearly wasn’t satisfied with only one and spanked Wednesday again and again, her hand raining down blows on Wednesday’s cheeks with a ferocity that made Wednesday see stars and grip the desk hard enough that her knuckles turned white. The pain was heavenly, the embarrassment and shame only added to it as Wednesday felt her body continue to heat up as she craved more.
“Hard…” she mumbled, blushing as she realised what she said.
“What was that, Wednesday?” Enid asked, her hand resting on her cheek, both able to feel the heat from underneath the thin layer of fabric.
“Hard…harder…harder…” Wednesday managed to say, no longer caring for her dignity. She needed the release, needed to feel it fully, unencumbered.
“Oh Wednesday…so needy…so greedy…” Enid said, clearly enjoying the dynamic.
Her hands squeezed Wednesday’s cheeks and then rubbed them gently, coaxing the soft flesh and causing Wednesday to gasp and coo from the touch. Her fingers trailed down between her legs and caused Wednesday to release a moan even louder than before as Enid pressed a single digit into her crotch and both knew instantly how wet she truly was.
“I think we both know how much you’re enjoying this Wednesday.” Enid stated, running her finger up and down the soaked crotch of Wednesday’s panties.
“Don’t worry, there’s no need to be embarrassed, I’m enjoying it too, although clearly not as much as you.” Enid said, her hands now gliding up Wednesday’s cheeks until they gripped the top of her underwear.
“Shall we see how much you can fully enjoy it if you’re honest with yourself?” Enid asked, her question clear to Wednesday as she nodded.
Enid smiled as she began to pull her underwear down and then moaned in appreciation when she saw all of Wednesday revealed to her, her sex wet with desire, and her cheeks red from the sting of her hand. It was a beautiful sight, and Enid appreciated it fully as she lowered Wednesday’s underwear to her knees and then left them there, keeping her legs somewhat locked in place. Wednesday whimpered as Enid slowly ran her hands up her thighs once again and then shivered as she felt her breath against her cheeks.
“Ooh…Enid.” Wednesday moaned, pushing herself back, arching her back.
“Are you enjoying this, Wednesday?” Enid asked, making it clear to Wednesday what she wanted to hear.
“...yes.” Wednesday said, admitting what she had tried to deny unsuccessfully.
“Are you enjoying me spanking you?” Enid asked, the question fuel to the fire that raged in Wednesday’s abdomen.
“Yes!” She answered, more readily, desperate for more.
“Do you want me to continue?” Enid asked, her final question as her hand hovered above Wednesday’s cheek, both aware of one another.
“...Yes!” Wednesday said, preparing herself as she shivered in anticipation.
Enid didn’t answer, she didn’t need to respond vocally, her actions would speak for her as she drew herself up and then brought her hand down, hard. Wednesday reacted immediately, her body arching even further and her head tilting back as she let out a guttural moan, loudly and freely as she no longer hid her pleasure from Enid.
“Does it feel good, Wednesday? Do you like being spanked?” Enid asked.
Wednesday moaned wantonly as Enid slapped her again, alternating from each cheek, right then left, then right then left as they both stung in the most amazing way as the pain drove Wednesday insane. She gasped as she felt her head be pulled back as Enid gripped her braids with one hand.
“I asked you a question.” Enid said, her voice a low growl, her eyes glowing.
“YES!” Wednesday shouted, no longer caring, her mind melting from the pleasure that was pulsing in her body from the pain.
“I knew it!” Enid said with satisfaction as she let go of Wednesday’s hair and brought both hands down roughly on her cheeks, enjoying the feel of them in her hands as she squeezed them, her nails digging into the red skin.
“Oooh…god…god…oh…oh…Enid” Wednesday moaned, her voice slurred as she pushed back against Enid.
“You misbehave again and this is what you will earn, understand?” Enid said, punctuating her question with a slap on both cheeks.
“Yes…” Wednesday managed to say, her mouth hanging open as the fire inside her grew to an uncontrollable size. She said nothing more as Enid continued to deliver blow after blow on her rear.
“You’ve been such a brat lately. It’s like you’ve been acting out on purpose, waiting for me to do this.” Enid said, her words causing Wednesday to grunt in agreement.
Each spank sent a wave of pain that rolled through her body before crashing to the shore as it turned into pleasure. She couldn’t think straight, couldn’t focus on anything coherent as moans poured forth from her lips along with the degrading plea for more as Enid intensified how hard she spanked her and Wednesday continued to moan.
“Enid…E…nid…gonna…gonna…OH!” Wednesday managed to say as Enid struck both cheeks hard in rapid succession.
“Gonna what? Gonna cum? From being spanked?! Oh Wednesday, you really are a masochist.” Enid said, striking her hard once again.
Enid watched with excitement as she continued to spank her roommate and best friend, her bum now such a deep shade of red that Enid had to wonder if it would start to bruise, but Wednesday continued to moan as she continued to spank her and Enid could tell that she was still enjoying it from the way her thighs were soaked with her own excitement. Enid reached out and grabbed Wednesday’s braids again, pulling on them tightly as she forced Wednesday’s head back as she doubled down on her efforts and spanked her as hard as she could again and again on both cheeks until she heard the most intoxicating sound.
Wednesday screamed. Screamed in delight as her eyes rolled back and her body shuddered and tensed and then shook. Enid let go of her braids gently and lowered her head back down onto the desk as Wednesday collapsed onto it, her energy spent. Enid watched as Wednesday’s legs shook from the sheer power of the orgasm that rushed through her.
“Oh Wednesday, you’re so beautiful.” Enid said softly, bringing her hands down to gently massage Wednesday’s cheeks, still hot to touch and still stinging from the pain as Wednesday gasped at the contact.
“You are. You are so beautiful, and so powerful, and amazing.” Enid said, doing her best to care for her psychic.
She leant forward and placed a chaste kiss on one of Wednesday’s cheeks, waiting for a negative reaction. However none came and so Enid continued, peppering Wednesday’s sore skin in light kisses, decorating the area with all of her care and affection and love while Wednesday remained where she was, willing to let Enid do as she pleased. Enid was happy to stay on her knees behind Wednesday, happy to take care of her if it meant her attitude would be better, if her mood would be lifted and she would be back to her normal unusual miserable self. She knew their dynamic had changed, changed irreversibly. Yet she didn’t care. She continued to whisper affections over her best friend as she gently caressed and loved her body.
After a suitable time, Wednesday shifted under her ministrations and Enid read the subtle sign as indication she wanted to get up. Enid pulled away and stood as Wednesday did the same. She pulled her skirt back down and covered herself, blushing and avoiding Enid’s gaze. Enid chuckled, it seemed so weird, and comical, they had done all of that and yet had never even kissed, had done all that and Wednesday was still embarrassed afterwards. That wouldn’t do, Enid would not have that.
She leaned forward and captured Wednesday effortlessly, her hands wrapping around Wednesday’s neck easily as she raised her head and then pulled her in, closing the distance between them as their lips met and Enid felt Wednesday relax into the kiss, sighing almost as if she had longed for it but never had the courage to ask for it. The kiss ended as Enid pulled away, still holding Wednesday tight as her blue eyes stared down into Wednesday’s brown. Enid smiled, her teeth flashing and her lips plump, her cheeks full of colour as she stared at her favourite goth.
“You don’t have to be shy with me, Wednesday. You know I love you, all of you. If this is something you enjoy, I’m happy to help.” Enid said, her arms finding purchase on Wednesday’s shoulders.
Wednesday looked up into Enid’s dazzling eyes and then looked away, unable to hold her gaze as she muttered her thanks. Enid smiled and pulled her closer, enveloping her in a hug that Wednesday knew meant a lot to both of them. Enid let Wednesday go after a moment and then leaned down and placed a gentle kiss slowly on Wednesday’s cheek.
“Let me know if you need anything, okay.” Enid said, before stepping back and walking over to her side of the room.
Wednesday stood and watched her go, wondering if the blonde had also managed to reach a climax of her own before shaking her head and heading to their bathroom. She closed the door and held herself against it, her whole body shivering from the afterglow of her time spent with Enid. She looked across the room at her reflection and knew that she had changed, she had unlocked a facet of herself she had no idea existed. Now that it was out, she had a feeling she and Enid would be engaging in certain extra curricular activities more often. She twisted her body and raised her skirt, admiring Enid’s handiwork in the mirror. Two red hand prints were clearly visible and Wednesday smiled at the sight.