Passion Perfect

Title; Punishment
Author; Kelly Min | moonshinescribe
Word Count; 1,144
Rating; NC-17
Pairing(s); Andy/Miranda, Andy/Emily, Emily/Miranda
Summary; Emily leaned, digging through a drawer beneath the desk. Andy leaned to try and see, falling off Emily's lap in the process. As she hit the floor, she glanced to see two sets of disapproving eyes. Emily gave a sigh...
Disclaimer; Don't own 'em.
Notes; Not beta'd, typos are my own. First time EVER writing for this fandom. Unsure as to how well or not well I did. :/

Miranda raised her hand into the air, with Andy's exposed bottom bent over her desk. Her face was placid, as she delivered a firm spank to Andy's left cheek. Andy let out a soft moan, as the pinked area slowly faded back to peach. Miranda couldn't help but feel something surge within her at the simple sound.

"Do you understand now, Andrea?" Miranda's lips puckered. "You cannot give me excuses. I expect results." Another spank, on the other cheek this time. Andy moaned a little louder this time. Miranda's lips curled only slightly. "Noises do not equal words. Speak."

It took Andy a little to recover from that. "Yes, Miranda. I understand."
"Good. Now, remove your shirt."
"Miranda, I --"
"Tsk. Do as I request, I'm your boss. Remember?"

Andy gave a nod. "Yes." Miranda stood there silent, watching. Waiting. Andy tugged her shirt over her head, revealing the black lace bra underneath. Miranda averted her own eyes only to get rid of the hitch in her throat. "Mm, skirt as well. I think. And shoes."

Instead of readying to complain, Andy just complied. The skirt dropped to the floor, the shoes kicked aside. Now Andy was in a black lace bra and panty set. Partially sore rear-end. It was a sight that Miranda could more than get used to. But she wouldn't admit that openly. No. Not yet.

"Well?" Andy's impatience would cost her. Miranda's lips puckered once more. She recieved a firmer spank, right in the middle of her bottom, which caused Andy to jump slightly and grab hold of Miranda's arm to take balance.

"You shouldn't be so impatient with me, Andrea. That doesn't sit well with me. I'm going to have to punish you." Miranda's voice was firm, her hand placed on the desk. Andy raised her eyes to Miranda, silently pleading.

"Oh don't beg, it doesn't become you. It's simple, you need to be taught a lesson." She then pressed the intercom. "Emily, could you come in here?" Allowing Andy the needed moment to swallow down the lump in her throat. It was then that Emily breezed in, lovely as ever, and she stopped at the sight before her; allowing a smirk to form on her lips.

"Emily, I am afraid Andrea has become impatient with me." Miranda tsked some as she glanced in Andy's direction.

Emily licked her lips. "And you want me to punish her?"

"Wait, YOU punish me? Miranda, I thought that -- "

Miranda raised a hand to silence her. Then gave a nod to Emily. Emily swiftly stripped down to her bra and panties, wearing a strapless silk bra in a red color and a g-string that hugged tightly to her butt. Emily sat on the desk, motioned Andy over. Andy pleaded to Miranda again, but the look on Miranda's face said clearly she needed to obey. Andy approached.

"Sit on me." Emily instructed; as Andy did as told. Emily tore away Andy's bra, letting those lovely breasts be exposed. Leaning down, she took a nipple into her mouth. Andy gasped, arching back, she threw her head back. Emily sucked like a baby on that nipple, running her hands down Andy's slim sides. As Andy began to moan every-so-often, Emily would not let up. She grazed her teeth over Andy's nipple, then as she felt the shudder, bit down and tugged. Andy cried out. Emily popped the nipple from her mouth.

"Emily," Miranda had been watching from her chair, looking calm as ever. "use what you wish on her."

Emily looked like she was considering this. "She is going to learn her lesson well, Miranda." Her eyes flickered dangerously.

"Good. I can always count on you."

Emily leaned, digging through a drawer beneath the desk. Andy leaned to try and see, falling off Emily's lap in the process. As she hit the floor, she glanced to see two sets of disapproving eyes. Emily gave a sigh as she pulled a strap-on dildo out of the drawer, the fake head covered in little pressure bumps. It was long and curved. She put in on. Andy gulped.

"Back on the desk. Quickly." Emily's tone was not one to be messed with. Andy got up quickly and sat on the desk. She barely had time to take hold of it, before Emily drove the dildo all the way inside Andy. Andy cried out again, feeling Emily's arms wrap around her body. She began to pound fiercely into Andy. The desk began to shake, Andy's body was bouncing and she was making all kinds of sensual noises. It was music to Miranda's ears.

"That's right, scream, you bad girl. This will teach you. You will obey and not second-guess Miranda. Or is that how you are? Did you pull all this to have this happen? Is this how you like it?" Emily spoke hotly against Andy's ear. Then she bit the lobe. Andy's throat was dry, her hips bucked slightly.

"Oh you are quite the little wonton, aren't you? Yes, that's what it was. You wanted this. Oh you dirty girl. I'm going to show you just how bad of a choice you made." And then Emily stopped, mid-thrust, pulling out. Andy gasped. A soft sheen of sweat coating her body. She hadn't expected that. The dildo was now dripping with Andy's juices.

"Emily, no I -- no I didn't -- I mean, I -- oh god, please, continue."

"Are you prepared to beg? To promise to me you're not fooling me?"

Andy's face scruched a bit. Snagging Emily, she pinned her against the window. Miranda swirved to keep watch. Andy mounted herself on the dildo, moaning as she buried deep. Putting her hands on the window, she began to ride the dildo. Emily was only momentarily surprised, then she smirked. Taking hold of Andy, she began to pump back in like, thrusting their hips together with dangerous force. When Andy began to bounce, Emily leaned and bit her neck.

The glass was fogging and holding moisture now. Emily's body was thumping against it. Andy was disappointed as she felt the dildo disappear once more. Emily's heated gaze was locked on Andy; she made her bend over once more. Andy then felt the dildo invade her through her backside. Emily took hold of Andy's arms and began to thrust once more.

Eventually, it did lead to begging. "Please, please. More. Harder. Oh. Oh god, harder!" Andy, begging for more. Emily brought her to the very brink, Andy felt this overwhelming surge deep in her belly and it expelled all over the rug. Panting, she fell to the floor, while Miranda and Emily shared a light kiss and Emily left. Miranda watched Andy a moment.

"Have you learned your lesson?"

Andy swallowed down air. "Yes."

Miranda waved her hand. "That's all."

And when Andy was also gone... the smile appeared.