Kink Bingo - Spanking
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a_qTitle: Gold Star Girlfriend
Fandom: Gilmore Girls
Pairing: Rory / Logan
Kink: spanking
Word count: ~600
Notes: Short fic spawned from Season 6 GG marathon. Though kinky, it is rather prudish. One naked bum, that is it.
Logan asked her to do it. He talked a lot of bullshit when he was plastered, so Rory didn't take it seriously. She just dumped him into bed and called it a night. He didn't return to the subject in the morning and she filed the talk under 'drunken foolery'.
The thought didn't stay filed away all neat and proper. In fact, Rory couldn't stop thinking about it. She did a bit of research and suddenly started to see his firm ass with new eyes. She looked up methods, commentaries and tips. Random implements caught her eye in the stores; kitchenware, sport equipment, leather. Her shoe shopping went to a completely new level when she realized that certain pumps offered very nice options for other things she had seen.
Ideas buzzed in her head and she didn't know what to do with them. She knew that this topic she couldn’t talk over with her mother. So she caved in and talked with Paris. Who, not surprisingly, knew a lot about it. Her research was far more extensive than hers had been, with hard covers, cross references and photographs. Plenty of photographs. Over a glass of red wine Paris told her about how she had gotten an interview from the most exclusive gentlemen's club owner and famous dominatrix. During her one night adventure inside the S/M underworld, she had earned thousand dollars, three job offers and small following of submissives that just begged for her attention. She had reckoned them as worms and they had sent her thank-you notes and gift baskets. Rory wasn't surprised about that. Paris never did anything half-assed.
Rory planned and waited for the opportunity. It took two days to pick out the perfect outfit (nothing too unpractical like Paris had adviced), how to wear her hair, what to drink, what to say. After all that planning, the moment itself was easy and natural. She suggested it and Logan just smirked that charming way that always got him out of trouble. That fueled her anger and gave her strength to make the first blow. It was delicious.
She started with her open hand because that felt right. The first slap was tentative, the second one more firm. The third, fourth and fifth came in rapid succession and the sixth one was soft, more like a brush than a slap. Logan sighed. He kept his head down and ass up in the air. Rory sat by his side on the bed, one leg swung over his waist, half strapping him. That way she got more momentum, more power in her blows. She worked her plan, rotating the hard blows with soft ones, first one side, then the other. He muttered something incoherent against the pillows and every time he tried to jerk, she gave him one extra. Maybe he knew that she was improvising, maybe he didn't.
She loved the control.
When his skin had finally reached the perfect pink hue she had aimed for (not quite Hello Kitty but way past marshmallow), she stopped. He groaned, out of relief or disappointment, she didn't know. She moved away from him. Her palm stung but it all felt good. Perfect and balanced. He crawled closer, worked his way between her thighs and started the skilled lapping he knew so well. Rory sighed and leaned back, letting him work his gratitude.
This was the way to pay the rent.
Fandom: Gilmore Girls
Pairing: Rory / Logan
Kink: spanking
Word count: ~600
Notes: Short fic spawned from Season 6 GG marathon. Though kinky, it is rather prudish. One naked bum, that is it.
Logan asked her to do it. He talked a lot of bullshit when he was plastered, so Rory didn't take it seriously. She just dumped him into bed and called it a night. He didn't return to the subject in the morning and she filed the talk under 'drunken foolery'.
The thought didn't stay filed away all neat and proper. In fact, Rory couldn't stop thinking about it. She did a bit of research and suddenly started to see his firm ass with new eyes. She looked up methods, commentaries and tips. Random implements caught her eye in the stores; kitchenware, sport equipment, leather. Her shoe shopping went to a completely new level when she realized that certain pumps offered very nice options for other things she had seen.
Ideas buzzed in her head and she didn't know what to do with them. She knew that this topic she couldn’t talk over with her mother. So she caved in and talked with Paris. Who, not surprisingly, knew a lot about it. Her research was far more extensive than hers had been, with hard covers, cross references and photographs. Plenty of photographs. Over a glass of red wine Paris told her about how she had gotten an interview from the most exclusive gentlemen's club owner and famous dominatrix. During her one night adventure inside the S/M underworld, she had earned thousand dollars, three job offers and small following of submissives that just begged for her attention. She had reckoned them as worms and they had sent her thank-you notes and gift baskets. Rory wasn't surprised about that. Paris never did anything half-assed.
Rory planned and waited for the opportunity. It took two days to pick out the perfect outfit (nothing too unpractical like Paris had adviced), how to wear her hair, what to drink, what to say. After all that planning, the moment itself was easy and natural. She suggested it and Logan just smirked that charming way that always got him out of trouble. That fueled her anger and gave her strength to make the first blow. It was delicious.
She started with her open hand because that felt right. The first slap was tentative, the second one more firm. The third, fourth and fifth came in rapid succession and the sixth one was soft, more like a brush than a slap. Logan sighed. He kept his head down and ass up in the air. Rory sat by his side on the bed, one leg swung over his waist, half strapping him. That way she got more momentum, more power in her blows. She worked her plan, rotating the hard blows with soft ones, first one side, then the other. He muttered something incoherent against the pillows and every time he tried to jerk, she gave him one extra. Maybe he knew that she was improvising, maybe he didn't.
She loved the control.
When his skin had finally reached the perfect pink hue she had aimed for (not quite Hello Kitty but way past marshmallow), she stopped. He groaned, out of relief or disappointment, she didn't know. She moved away from him. Her palm stung but it all felt good. Perfect and balanced. He crawled closer, worked his way between her thighs and started the skilled lapping he knew so well. Rory sighed and leaned back, letting him work his gratitude.
This was the way to pay the rent.
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