poly!chaeji fucking in front of u and ur hands are tied up but u still manage to be a brat by telling them u dont care which leads to them spanking ur puppy cunt and ass 🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴
“if you break them, i will spank you” chaeryeong huffs between breaths, still moving up and down on yeji’s strap. they’re sitting on the edge of the bed while you’re glued to the bedframe with your restraints. you know how much chaeryeong valued these, they’re real leather after all. so you were aware tugging on them would get a rise out of her.
“i don’t care” you spit, doing it again. that’s her limit, she stands up and drags a whine from yeji that tries to grab her hips when the toy slips out of her.
“come back” she pleads. “just ignore her. come here” but the redhead softly pushes her hands away and walks until she’s standing beside you.
“she’s being a brat, im not going to “ignore her.” she first grabs your face in her hand. making you look at her for a few seconds with no other purpose, but then you spit on her face, and she closes her eyes in surprise. scoffing as anger begins to run through her.
chaeryeong cleans her face gently and softly with her fingers, as if she didn’t have a hurry in the world, and yeji can only shake her head in frustration because not only are you disobeying, she feels like she’s being punished because chaeryeong is no longer bouncing on her cock. “get me a paddle” she orders, putting her hand out for yeji to put the red or black paddle, whichever she preferred, on her hand.
and she doesn’t need to ask for it, but yeji already knows to get the spreader bar too, and without much cooperation from you, to tie your ankles to it waiting for chaeryeong’s other orders. don’t get it wrong, yeji is nowhere near sub space right now. but unless chaeryeong was subbing, she had complete control.
“first” she softly taps your clit with the paddle “you disobey me and mommy” your dom delivers another, slightly harder tap that makes you attempt to close your legs. “then,” she spreads your legs back up with one of her hands, easily and expertly. “you try to break my leather cuffs” this time she hits you twice, the last harder than all previous ones.
“and then you spit on me?” one. two. three more taps, you can feel your clit throbbing now, and every hit stings more than the last, but she knows you somehow still enjoy it. “you know how long you’ll be without cumming?” she doesn’t even look behind her when she offers the paddle to yeji, who waits patiently while chaeryeong roughly and messily turns you around on the bed, now putting you on your knees.
it’s an uncomfortable position, but you don’t really care, not when you know what’s next. yeji gets more comfortable than chaeryeong was on the bed, and she kneads your ass for some time, wanting to catch you off guard, she keeps it up even when chaer wraps her arms around her chest and shoulders, pressing soft kisses on her neck. you tried to stay focused, expecting, but you were so distracted by the kissing noises already, that when she actually strikes without any words, unlike chaeryeong who started by scolding you, it finally elicits a gasp out of you.
“if only you had been good for a few more minutes” she tuts “just a few more.” you can’t see her, but she’s shaking her head, disappointed, which is the next thing she lets you know when spanking you with the accessory. “im so disappointed in you. aren’t you disappointed mistress?” and she turns to look at chaeryeong who nods into her neck.
“so disappointed. i thought she was better than this”
“guess you didn’t want to watch?” the ginger shrugs, rubbing the paddle on your ass before striking again. “that’s fine baby, since you were such a brat i think it’s fair we leave you here all tied up and finish off in the bathroom. yeah. i think that’s a good idea” and with one last hit they both get up and leave you there, no matter how many times you finally admit you were wrong and say that you’re sorry. all you can hear is the torturing moans of chaeryeong, along with the shower and some faint skin slapping from the bathroom across the hallway.
