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Your whimpers were impossible to quiet, no matter how hard you tried to smother them with the pillow in your arms. There was no ignoring the hot, throbbing pain scattered across your ass and upper thighs. It burned as if fire had been brought to your flesh instead of your girlfriend’s hand, and even if it didn’t so much as hold a candle to the punishment itself, it still stung like hell.
“Stop squirming,” Soifon instructed, her tone firm.
With a small, exasperated whine, you forced yourself into compliancy. The small twitches and shivers that had been racking your body stopped. Like your body was a little afraid of disobeying her itself. After tonight, it would be a long, long while before you ever decided to try your luck with Soifon’s patience again.
She perched herself on the backs of your thighs, low enough to be shy of your knees. A hand on your hip reminded you to be still, and then you could hear the cap of a bottle of lotion being popped. You almost started sinking into your sheets with relief on the spot.
The lotion was bliss from the moment it touched your skin. It was cool, drawing out the heat and ache upon contact, and the tenseness in your muscles began to fade for real. It was made better by Soifon’s palms working the cream into your skin. Her touch soothed the pain and took away some of the sting, and in place of a whimper a small, relaxed sigh fell from your lips instead.
The spanking part of these punishments was not your favorite. (Soifon never forgot that it was, indeed, meant to be a punishment. But that made the actions she considered rewards all the sweeter, really.) The aftercare, however . . . well, that had more than a few upsides. Turning your head to the side and slipping into a state of tranquility, you closed your eyes and hummed appreciatively.
“How bad does it hurt?” Soifon asked, her tone cool and almost professional.
“I won’t be sitting down for a while,” you decided, assessing your condition thoughtfully. “But there’s no need to visit the Fourth.”
Because Soifon was a little too skilled in these matters and knew just how to brush against your limits without actually crossing them. It was kinda admirable. And it saved you any embarrassing trips to the Fourth Division, where you would have to explain your situation to Unohana. Which was something you could really appreciate.
Soifon hummed in satisfaction, her hands massaging your thighs. “And what have we learned from this lesson?” she inquired.
You propped yourself up on your elbows with a sigh. “No more pet names at work,” you mumbled reluctantly.
“Especially not in front of my subordinates,” she agreed sternly, kneading the plump, bruised and reddened curve of your ass. “And not when I’ve told you several times already.”
“It’s such a cute name, though,” you pouted. “You are my sweet little honeybee.”