#daddy!carol

"I said we didn't want anything." Wanda sighs as Carol presses a smoothie into your hands.

"But look," Carol gestures as you stick the straw and your mouth and happily sip the sweet drink. "That's clearly not true and I figured it'd help keep someone in a good mood later."

Realization hits you and you narrow your eyes at Carol's bride, then at her. "What's later?"

"We're having company." Wanda boops your nose and swipes the cup from your grasp. She takes a tiny sip and turns to Carol. "Too much sugar." Despite the criticism she gives you back the drink.

"What company?"

"Jessica."

The sweet taste in your mouth sours. "Which one." Carol watches you closely, watches the frown appear on your lips and the twitch in your brow.

"Jones. And you will behave."

Jessica is fine, Jessica Drew Spider-Woman, you like her she's fun and gives good ear scratches. Jessica Jones however, you can't stand her. There's just something about her that rubs you the wrong way. She talks down to you like you're an idiot and her eyes linger on Wanda in a way that makes you simmer in jealousy.

"I guess." You mumble and stick the straw back in your mouth, twisting away from the two woman and returning your attention to the television in front of you.

"You guess?" Wanda quirks a brow and sticks her hand out to grab your chin. "Try again."

"I'll be on my best behavior." You cede.

"That's what I thought." Wanda pats your cheek affectionately and moves her hand back to scratch your ears. "That's my good puppy."

It's late evening when Jessica arrives. You're out by the fire pit, warmth spreading from the flames. Wanda and Carol rise to greet their friend, leaving you to stew by yourself.

After a moment they all return. "Hi, Puppy." Jessica coos as she takes the seat across from you.

"Hi." You squirm as Carol squeezes onto the couch aside from you.

"So adorable." She says as she takes the seat on the other side of Wanda. You scowl at her, earning a grin. A sharp pinch in your side makes the look on your face drop.

"Be civil." Wanda's voice is soft in your ear, but her tone is firm enough to make you fake smile at Jessica.

You tune them out, sinking into Carol's side as the night stretches on. Wanda's telling some story, it sounds vaguely familiar, but you don't focus on her words, watching the way her hands move as she talks. The shadows from the fire dance across her face, making her look even more regal than normal.

"I remember and Jennifer lost her mind." Jessica laughs and dares to rest her hand on Wanda's arm as she does. The growl that leaves your throat is unconscious, you don't even register it until Carol clamps her hand over your mouth.

"Relax, pup." Carol hisses in your ear. Wanda flicks her eyes at your outburst, sees it's been dealt with and returns to her story. You squirm in Carol's grip until she releases your mouth. You sit up straight this time, paying close attention to Wanda's admirer.

"I'm going to get a drink, want anything?" Wanda says. Carol and Jessica both ask for a beer and you tug yourself up from Carol's grip to follow Wanda to the house. The witch raises her brows when she sees you coming but slows her pace till you catch up. She waits till you're inside the house to chastise you. "We don't growl at guests."

"She was touching you." You whine as you follow after her to the kitchen.

"She's my friend." She won't admit it but your jealousy does make her happy. "You will apologize before she leaves."

"I-" There's no way you're apologizing to that woman. No, she was touching what's yours and that's not okay. "That's not fair."

"You will apologize." Wanda says, tone leaving no room for argument.

"I don't get why you like her." You continue, not reading the warning signs of Wanda's tone. "She talks down to me every time we see her."

"You're exaggerating."

"She acts like I'm some dumb mutt." You protest, voice rising. "I'm not a fucking idiot."

Wanda's back straightens. "Watch your mouth, pup." Wanda snaps, turning to face you. "Fix your attitude now." You scowl, frustration building.

"She does it just to irritate me. I swear she's just a bitch to me." You whine.

"Enough." Wanda snaps. "That's enough of your foul language." She walks to the kitchen sink then snaps her fingers and points at her feet. You sigh as you follow the wordless command.

"I'm sorry, mommy." The apology comes quick from your lips. Wanda shakes her head, turning on the faucet and letting a soap bar run under the water for a 10 seconds. "You don't need to-"

"Quiet. Don't complain, you know what happens when you use those kinds of words. Now, open." Her fingers grip your jaw as you open your mouth.

She holds your jaw as she slides the soap bar into your mouth. The soapy taste makes you gag but she makes sure to hold you in place for 30 seconds before withdrawing the soap. The second she releases your jaw, you spit the leftover soapy bubbles into the sink. You turn the tap on and stick your tongue out, letting the water run over it.

"So dramatic." Wanda rolls her eyes as you choke out bubbles. She lets you finish then hands you two bottles of water and grabs two beers. "Hey." Her voice halts you as you're about to walk out the back door. "You will apologize to Jessica."

"Yes." You grumble and shove the backdoor open.

"Yes, what?" Wanda snaps.

"Yes, Mommy." You kick dirt up along the short path as you make your way back to the fire pit. Carol and Jessica are talking about something, you tune them out as you retake your seat by Carol. Wanda returns a moment later and distributes the drinks, taking one of the forgotten water bottles from your hand for herself. After a very pointed look from Wanda, you mumble a halfhearted apology to Jessica and settle into grumpy silence.

Despite the fire, you lean into Carol for warmth. You sit sideways on the small bench, back pressed against Carol's front. One of her arms is wrapped lazily around your waist and you grasp her hand with yours. You fidget with Carol's fingers, absentmindedly drawing them up to your mouth. She lets you gnaw on her index and middle fingers occasionally shifting them around to put pressure on different teeth. Her skin leaves a smoky taste in your mouth but you ignore it.

"Puppy likes him." You tune back in as Wanda says your name.

"Huh?" You mumble around Carol's fingers.

"Spider-Man. You like watching him on tv."

"Eyunnno." You mumble and look away from the her. Carol tries to take her fingers away and make you join the conversation, but you grab her wrist.

"Answer." Carol overpowers you and forces her fingers out of your mouth.

"Yeah, he's cool." You snap, desperately trying to pull her fingers back. Wanda clears her throat, demanding your attention. You shrink back into Carol at her expression and continue, voice softer. "I like when he flips." Carol rewards your correction, by letting you pull her fingers back into your mouth.

"He's certainly something." Jessica muses. "I still remember the first time I met that guy, he definitely leaves an impression."

They move on to telling stories about Spider-Man and while the subject is interesting, you find your attention waning. There are much more entertaining things in the house and you make an attempt to wiggle free from Carol's grip.

"Where are you going?" Carol pins you down, forearm firm against your chest.

"Inside." You squirm in her grip and spit out her fingers.

"Not yet." She places a kiss to your forehead, an attempt to soothe you. She pushes her fingers back into your mouth, you don't have the energy to bite anymore so you suck instead. Your head lolls against her. Noting the shift, Carol shifts slightly, letting your head rest against her shoulder. Wanda usually has you on a strict bedtime schedule and it must be past time because your eyes are impossible to keep open. The voices of the three women fade away as you fall asleep.

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Movement beneath you makes you grumble. You whine as you're gently shifted and then suddenly up in the air. Instinctually, you wrap your arms around Carol's neck as she moves to carry you inside. Someone scratches your head gently and you hum in appreciation.

Carol pauses for a moment and soft voices disturb you more. You whine softly and feel the rumble of Carol's chest as she chuckles. Then you're moving again. Carol carries you through the backdoor and up the stairs.

"Bath time, Puppy." Wanda ruffles your hair as you're brought into the bathroom.

"No." You groan and hold on to Carol more tightly. "Sleeping." You squeeze your eyes shut and turn your head into her shirt to block out the bathroom light.

"No, you're all smoky." You hear the bath water start to run and groan again.

"Bedtime." You demand.

"Carol." Wanda sighs and steps into the closet to presumedly get pajamas or towels.

Carol sets you down on the edge of the tub and squats in front of you. "Don't pout." You finally open your eyes just to pout up at her. She ignores your look and bops you once on the nose. She starts to tug your shirt over your head, but stops when it gets tangled at your arms. "Help me out a little here." Carol sighs.

You grunt as she tries to get your arms through the holes. "No." You whine and squirm.

"Quit it." She growls and holds your arms firmer, short nails digging into your skin painfully.

"Stop, that hurts." You throw yourself back without thinking. You slide free of Carol's grip. You fall backwards, off the edge of the tub, and right into the half full bath.

Your head smacks on the side and you land hard against the bottom of the tub. Water splashes up the wall and out of the side.

"Damnit, Carol." Wanda snaps as she walks back in at the commotion.

"Yeah, cause that was intentional. You know how-" Carol shoves herself up and stomps out of the bathroom.

"Caro-" Wanda starts to call after her apologetically but she's gone. The front door slams a moment later. Wanda sighs, takes a deep breath and then turns to you. She turns the faucet to cold, letting the tub fill up the rest of the way with cold water. She doesn't say it but you know it's a way to punish you for the outburst.

Your rub the back of your head that throbs where it hit the side of the tub and your shoulder aches from the awkward angle you landed in. "Why can't bath time ever be easy?" Wanda kneels beside the tub and waves her hand. Your wet clothes disappear in a second. "Let me see." She pushes your hand away, gently rubbing the knot on your head. The pressure makes the pain flare and you jerk away. "You're fine."

She scrubs your through your bath routine a lot faster and rougher than usual. Your skin is tinged red from her rough scrubbing. You try to get out, tired of shivering in the cold water, but she stops you. "Stay."

"It's cold." You wrap your arms around yourself. "Can I be done, Mommy?"

"No. Some extra time in the cold bath might make you behave a little better next time." She ignores you, letting you watch in silence as she takes a quick shower herself and then runs through her nighttime routine.

The water seems to grow colder every second and by the time she's done, your teeth are chattering. "Mommy." You whine, fully curled in on yourself in the tub.

"Just a little longer." Wanda hums and leaves the bathroom. "I don't want to hear another complaint out of you, either. Sit there and be a good Puppy for me." You swear you can hear her crawling into bed but she wouldn't do that, would she?

The water does a very good job drawing every bit of heat out of your skin and before long the feeling is gone from your toes. You try to sit upright, keeping as much of your body out of the water as you can, but the tub is completely full, leaving most of your torso and everything below submerged. You want to yell for her but she said she didn't want to hear you.

Somehow, you manage to doze off at one point because a sound in the bedroom wakes you up. You jerk awake, water sloshing around you. The water splashes up, hitting your arm for the first time in hours and you yelp as new shockwave of cold washes through you.

"Wha-" Carol sticks her head in at the sound. "Fucking hell." She sighs when she sees you then disappears. You hear soft voices, then Carol walks back in and quickly hoists you from the tub. You scramble into her grip, not caring how you instantly soak her clothes. Her body is so warm, you wrap around her as best you can.

She hasn't changed, still has the smoky scent from the fire earlier. She supports you with one hand while she turns on the shower. Her clothes are sopping already so she doesn't care stepping in with you. The water is warm, but it still takes a few minutes of the water running over you to stop shivering.

"Stand up, Pup." Carol eventually has to set you down to take off her clothes, throwing them up over the top of the shower to hang and dry. Wanda will have a fit up the water drops tomorrow but Carol doesn't seem to care. She showers quickly, then ushers you out, toweling you both dry. "Pajamas." She grabs the ones Wanda left out for you both and helps your dress.

The feeling in your extremities has kind of returned but the cold seems stuck in your very bones. You start to make your way to the bedroom. "Ah, brush your teeth first, then bed." Carol watches to make sure you grab the toothbrush from the holder then disappears into the bedroom.

You brush quickly, ready to hurry into bed but you halt in the doorway as the sound of Carol and Wanda's voices. They almost never argue in front of you, but now, you're just out of sight and have the rare opportunity. You lean against the door frame, careful to stay out of sight while you listen.

"Well obviously, I didn't intend to doze off." Wanda's whisper is hurried in her anger. "I didn't think you'd storm off and be gone for five hours.

"I needed some air." Carol bites back. "You acted like the mutt acting out was my fault." You cringe at her referencing you with so much venom in her voice.

"I know," Wanda's tone drops, softer, "and I'm sorry for that, but you know that's not what this is about. You've been on edge for a week. Just talk to me."

The room is silent for a moment, then Carol sighs and the bed creaks as she sinks down onto it. "I just- The other day, when I went to that galaxy to fight that cult group of the Kree. They had prisoners and I-" Carol's voice wavers, a rarity. "I wasn't fast enough. They were just kids."

Wanda hums softly. "You did everything you could."

"You weren't there."

"True, but I know you. And I know you did everything you could."

"It wasn't enough." The room falls into silence after Carol's words, until she continues. "I know it won't always be. I just have to do what I can, but it's just- this weight on my shoulders."

"They are very broad." Wanda mutters. "You don't have to do it alone. Let me help."

"You do. Everyday I get to spend with you helps. You and..." Carol trails off. "Puppy." She calls expectantly.

Sheepishly, you step around the corner of the door. Carol's sitting beside Wanda on the large bed. "What have I said about eavesdropping?" Wanda raises her eyebrows.

"Not to." You mumble.

"Your lips are blue. Come here." Wanda pulls back the covers and you take a few quick steps, launching yourself into the bed. Carol grunts as you fly over Wanda and land mostly on top of her. You wiggle into her and the warm covers.

She flips you over, pinning you to the mattress. You squirm, trying to push her off, but she holds you down, laying down on top of you. "No, wrestling in the bed." Wanda rolls her eyes.

"I have to warm up my Puppy." Carol kisses your nose. Then smirks before peppering kisses all over your face. Carol had just put your pajamas on but her fingers hook into the waistband and she pushes them down. "So, wet." Carol sighs as she drags two fingers through your slick.

"Spread your legs a little wider, Puppy." Carol mumbles as she nudges your knees apart and shoves her own waistband down. She waist no time lining up and thrusting into your cunt. You gasp at the intrusion. Even after all the times she's fucked you, her thickness still takes some getting used to.

It doesn't help that she's not exactly gentle. Carol ruts into you, grunting as you squeeze around her. You wrap your arms around her back, digging your nails into her shoulders. You whine softly, a wordless plea for her to rub your clit. You're not allowed to do it yourself.

"Mommy." You plead, when Carol doesn't assist you.

"What, Puppy? Mommy's tired." Wanda had been ignoring the situation happening beside her, but now she turns towards you.

"Can you touch me, please?" You pout, sticking your lip out. Hopefully it's still blue enough, you can get her to pity you.

Wanda sighs but extends her arm down and presses against your clit lightly. You whine and buck up, making Carol groan. Wanda watches intently as she rubs tight circles on your clit. "Mommy." Your cunt clenches around Carol as the tight feeling builds in your core.

"Shh." Wanda shushes you. "Let Daddy feel good."

"Gonna cum in you, Puppy." Carol moans, head falling against your shoulder. She buries herself inside you, grinding into you harshly. She groans as the first spurt of her cum shoots inside you. Your orgasm is so close, but Wanda yanks her hand away as Carol spills inside you.

"No, no, no." You hips cant up, chasing her hand. Carol's hips pin yours down. You grind up, desperately chasing stimulation, you can almost grind against Carol's abs, but Wanda grabs your chin harshly.

"You are not cumming tonight." She hisses.

"No." You cry, but continue to clench around Carol, draining every drop of cum from her balls. She humps into you weakly a few more times before pulling out with a sigh.

"Such a good Puppy." Carol mumbles as collapses beside you, leaving you trapped between her and Wanda. She kisses your shoulder as she curls into you, one arm stretched over your body to grasp Wanda's hand.

"Mommy." You whisper quietly, desperately needing someone to take care of the mess between your legs.

"Hush." Wanda coos. She gently strokes your hair. "I warned you to behave today and you did not. I won't reward that. Go to sleep, Puppy."

"I don't want to watch cartoons." You lean across the couch, reaching to swipe the remote out of Wanda's hand.

"Behave yourself, Puppy." Carol pushes you back, extending her arm behind her to keep the remote out of your grasp. "We're watching Homeward Bound, you like this one."

"No." You scowl and clamber on top of her to continue your fight for the remote.

"Sit down." Wanda snaps, poking her head into the room at the commotion. You pout at her but drop your butt back against the seat of the couch when she raises and eyebrow at you. "You know better than to argue with Daddy." You huff, leaning back against the couch and fold your arms over your chest.

"Aww pouty baby." Carol teases and pinches your cheek. You yank your head away, not giving her the time of day. She reaches around and tries to get the other side but you shover her arm away.

"Stop it." You snap and wiggle away, squirming as far away from her as you can get on the couch.

"Don't be a grump." Carol rolls her eyes as you brush off her attempt to pester you. "You heard Mommy."

"I'm not arguing." You grumble and pull your knees to your chest, curling in on yourself. You've been in a bad mood all day and had already received multiple warnings from both women about your behavior.

"You're not being cooperative." Wanda flicks the light in the living room off as she returns with a bowl of popcorn. She sighs at your position and takes the spot between you and Carol. "Why don't you come cuddle while we watch, that'll help you."

"No." You grumble against the skin of your knees. "I wanna watch something scary."

"No." Wanda shuts that down fast. "You'll have nightmares all night."

"I will not." You protest as Carol finally clicks on the movie and it starts playing. "Let me pick."

"No." Wanda hisses, turning to affix you with a look that has your blood running cold. "Just watch or you can go to bed early."

"Bitch." You whisper the word, so quietly you barely hear it yourself.

"Excuse me?" Wanda whips her hand out with lightening speed and grabs your chin. "What was that, Mutt?" Her expression is terrifying. You're vaguely aware of the movie pausing in the background. The room fills with silence as she awaits your response.

You swallow thickly. "Nothing, Mommy." You shake your head, fear filling your body. "Can we just watch the movie?"

"Go to the kitchen." Wanda snaps and tangles her hand in your hair.

"No, Mommy. Not the soap." You really don't want her to put soap in your mouth.

"You can have the soap or you can get spanked by Daddy." Wanda says, raising her eyebrows.

"How many spanks?" You ask, trying to get all the details before you agree.

"No, you pick and then I decide." Wanda says.

You weigh your options, last time she put soap in your mouth, you were coughing up bubbles for hours. "Spanking." You mumble quietly.

Carol stands up, all too happy to give you the spanking you ask for. She takes the place beside you and yanks you over her lap. "Please don't do it hard." You pout at Carol, hoping she'll take pity on you but she frowns at you. Wanda's fingers hook in your waistband and yank your pants and underwear down. She silently takes care to pull your tail out of the way. "I'm really so-" You're cut off as she slaps your ass without warning.

"Quiet, Puppy." Wanda snaps. "25 spanks and then you will sit quietly and watch the movie." You bite your lip, stifling a whine. There's no use arguing now, it's best to just take it. "Count for Daddy." You're expecting it, but the next slap still makes you jump.

"One." You whimper. You count, teary eyed as she spanks you repeatedly. Every time your voice falters she makes you repeat the number dragging out your punishment. By the time you reach 25 your ass is burning and throbbing. Tears run down your cheeks and sobs wrack your body.

"Hush." Wanda shushes you, kneading the bright red flesh of your butt. You cry in pain, looking back at Carol with glassy eyes in a silent plea.

"Are you going to behave?" Carol asks. You nod as she rubs your back, soothingly. "I'm convinced." She looks over you to Wanda.

"I'm sure you are." Wanda muses. She stops rubbing your bruised flesh at least, instead her hand drops lower finding the dampness between your legs. You whimper and can't help but hump into her hand. You hadn't noticed how aroused you've gotten but now that she's brought attention to it, you can't think of anything else. "Oh Puppy, quite the mess you've made."

She drags her fingers teasingly through your folds. You drop your head onto the couch cushion. Wanda pulls her hand away a second later, eliciting a whine from your throat.

"Bad puppies don't get Mommy's fingers." Wanda tuts and yanks your underwear and pants back up. "You sit there in your sticky mess and think about your behavior."

She pushes you off Carol's lap onto the ground. You pout at the loss of contact from each of them. "Aw poor puppy." Carol teases down. "Come here." She pats the couch beside her and you jump back up, squeezing between them. You try settle on the couch, squirming at the uncomfortable feeling between your legs.

"Sit still," Carol whispers in your ear. "And I'll take good care of you later." You still at her words, finally settling in a comfortable position at the promise.

"Is that so?" Wanda glares at Carol over your head.

SFW HC:

very serious about bad behavior- does not tolerate any of it

thinks it's adorable when you pout and try to give her puppy dog eyes but does not give in to your whims

does not allow you to call her ANYTHING but mommy (expect soap in the mouth or worse if you do)

also uses soap in the mouth if you curse though she tends to issue one warning if you're being mouthy

carefully monitors what you eat and drink to make sure you're getting all the nutrition you need (does not approve of how often Carol gives you treats)

tracks your screen time and only gives you limited access to the internet

amazing at cooking and rarely lets you help (if she does it's nothing with knives or heat)

sleeps like the dead, except for when nightmares wake her up

likes to hand feed you, especially bites of whatever she's cooking when you're keeping her company in the kitchen

has a set nighttime routine for you to follow every night

takes turns sleeping in the middle of the bed with you (Carol only sleeps on the side closest to the door)

love language is quality time and words of affirmation- loves just being around you (having you sit at her feet when she's in her office or having you watch her cook) and when you want something from her because you're overly affectionate

does not like when you steal her clothes to sleep in and gets angry when you chew on her stuff (especially chewing up her underwear which is a frequent occurrence)

pet peeve is mud getting tracked across the floor and constantly gets on you and Carol about dirty feet

could just magic you clean when you get dirty outside but chooses to hose you down because she wants to deter you from doing it again (it doesn't work)

very careful when taking you out in public and masks her and Carol's appearance so they're not recognized

lets very few people know of your existence

very protective but less possessive than Carol- she knows you could never leave and nobody could ever take you from her

does not reward good behavior as mush as Carol does- in her eyes good behavior is expected and the reward is her loving treatment of you

BUT does give you gifts sometimes with no reason attached when the mood strikes her

NSFW and Dark HC (nsfw first then dark):

uses her powers to switch you between having a cock and a pussy (you rarely get to pick)

likes to take her time during sex and draw as many orgasms out of you as she can

loves how sloppy and dumb you get when you eat her out and calls you her "messy puppy"

has more power than Carol in the bedroom but you're expected to obey them both

favorite position to fuck you in is missionary so she can watch your face

covers your neck with hickeys and bites every chance she gets but only lets you mark her on covered places (her chest and thighs)

likes to gag you especially if you've been bad so she "doesn't have to listen to you whine" during sex

prefers to drag your punishments out (withholding food, limiting interaction, ignoring your presence, chastity) but doesn't mind physical punishments for less severe offenses

can use her magic to make you feel pain without actually doing anything but prefers to make you hurt by hand

considers trying to escape the most serious offense and saves her harshest punishments for it (was more forgiving of it early on when it was expected but has zero tolerance for it now)

has a custom collar for you that she has you keep on at all times except to shower

sometimes keeps you leashed in public but knows it embarrasses you so lets you hold her hand instead

does not let you out of her sight in public and gets angry when you wander even if unintentionally

likes when you cry and beg during punishments because it assures her you're learning your lesson and that she's being a "responsible owner" in correcting your behavior

will heal injuries inflicted during punishments but only after you've felt their pain for what she deems long enough

The mechanic lock clicks, signalling Carol’s arrival. You crouch lower in the corner, glass plate in hand. The solid metal door swings open and she enters the room. The back of her head presents itself and you swing. The dark brown hair hits you a second too late, a second too late to stop yourself. You manage to pull back the force a little but the plate still connects with her head. Wanda stumbles, manages to catch herself on the wall. Crimson seeps through her hair, the sight shocking you. 

“Mommy-” You choke, instinctively reaching out for her. At your voice she turns slowly, her expression dazed. Her green eyes harden when she sees you and her expression morphs into something dark. You freeze, panic flowing through, then do the only thing you can. You run. 

You push past her and through the door she hadn’t managed to shut. You stumble up the stairs, tripping as you do. Somehow you right yourself and reach the top. The sunlight blinds you when you reach the main floor of the house, it’s been weeks since you’ve seen daylight. Carol and Wanda haven’t let you out of the basement since they brought you here. A pressing problem that presents itself as you turn blindly in the unfamiliar surroundings.  

“Puppy.” Wanda’s growl barely reaches your ears from the bottom of the stairs but it’s enough to fuel your feet. You run down the hall, entering a large kitchen. The thought of grabbing a knife crosses your mind but a fight would be pointless against either woman. 

Sunlight shines through the panels of a glass door. You tug the handle, locked. You pull harder, the door doesn’t budge. Your eyes go wide as a force slams into the back of your head. The force makes your head smack into the solid glass and bounces back. Spots cloud your vision as you crumple to the ground. Wanda appears above you, slightly blurry around the edges. Tendrils of red surround her, blurring her appearance even more. 

“I’m sorry.” There’s nothing you can do now, aside from begging for forgiveness.

“Shut your mouth.” Wanda hisses. Long fingers tangle in your hair and yank hard. The pain makes you whimper but somehow you manage to get your feet underneath yourself and let her yank you up. She harshly yanks your head, forcing you to look at her. You struggle to meet her gaze. “You hurt me.” It’s not so much her admitting weakness as it is remanding your actions.

Strangely a sense of guilt overtakes you. You hadn’t meant to hurt her, you assumed it would be Carol coming to see you, Wanda hadn’t come down in days after a different transgression you made against her.  

“I’m sorry.” You sob, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. 

“What did I say?” Her hand whips across your face before you can flinch. The tears come now, falling down your reddening cheeks. “Do not speak until you are given permission.” She yanks you, forcing you to stumble after her as she walks through the house. 

She brings you to the leaving room. You want to ask where Carol is, she’s usually gentler than Wanda, and often calms her down in moments like these, but she’s nowhere to be found. Wanda sits on the couch, yanking you forcefully over her lap. You know it’s coming but still whimper when your pants and underwear are yanked down around your knees. 

There’s no warning before the first strike lands on your behind. You jump forward at the pain earning a warning grunt from Wanda. Magic restraints bind you a second later, your wrists forced out in front of you bound together and your knees bound together at Wanda’s side. You form the perfect bridge across her lap and are totally helpless as she begins her assault on your ass. 

You can’t crane your head enough to see what she’s hitting you with, when you try to look she forces your head back down. It’s long and thin, maybe a cane, it doesn’t really matter, all you know is that it hurts. She hits you mercilessly, not asking you to count like normal, she’s made it clear she doesn’t want to hear your voice at the moment, but that doesn’t stop her from voicing her opinions. 

“You ungrateful brat.” She punctuates each sentence with another spank. “You want to hit me? You want to try to run away? You think you can overpower me? You little fucking slut. You have no idea how much I’ve sacrificed for you. You monster. After everything Mommy’s done for you, this is how you repay me? You filthy mutt. I thought we were making progress in your training.” 

She goes on like that, switching between degrading you and guilt-tripping you. The irony is not lost on you that she’s calling you the monster, like she’s not responsible for kidnapping you. Eventually, your sobs drown out the sound of her voice in your ears. You’re left only with the stinging remnants of each strike before the next one comes and the tears dripping from your face. 

Wanda continues far past the point where you fell limp across your lap. She wants your mind completely shattered in the wake of your attack on her. It gets to the point you barely even feel her new strikes, from the bottom of your back down your thighs to your knees feels like one big welt. Finally the hits stop coming. 

Her fingers replace the rod. She runs her fingertips along the assortment of welts across your skin. The pathetic whimpers that leave you are music to her ears. She examines her art a moment more before roughly shoving you onto the carpet at her feet. The movement brings fresh tears to your eyes, as the muscles in your glutes and hamstrings alight with pain. 

“Anything to say?” Wanda finally gives you the permission to speak. 

“I’m sorry.” It’s the only thing you can say, no other words would be accepted by her at this point. You can’t meet her gaze, mumbling your words into the carpet like a coward. 

Wanda scoffs like the apology offends her. She steps over your limp body and moves past you like you don’t exist. You turn your head to watch her back as she steps up a staircase you hadn’t noticed in your brief time upstairs. She doesn’t give you any other orders, just leaves you to the silence of the empty floor.