retroductions | reverie overflow.

[A hurdle difficult to surmount, indeed. Sholmes feels the rippling of her tail, her reaction laid bare to him despite his inability to see her face, given that the rest of her is pressed against his lap.]

Tell me what goes through your mind.

[Gentler, she requests, and Sholmes does not go for another spank across her rear just yet — instead, he smooths over the areas that must still sting with a palm of his hand.]

[ literally laid bare, am I right? another hitchy, bracing breath as he palms her--expecting a blow that doesn't come, this time. then the relief of realizing he's not going to hit her again yet. her body goes limp ]

I... I. [ her mind is racing; how can she possibly slow it down enough to say? ] Do I look good? Not... not like disobedient child?

A disobedient child?

[Embarrassment is an obstacle, still. Appearances, perception, even in the presence of someone trusted.

Reassurance is no doubt necessary, though it comes easily. "Disobedient child" is not at all what he sees when he views her splayed across him like this, and his hand runs up her back, eases into her hair, stroking.]

My dear, you are beautiful lain atop me like this. It takes an inordinate amount of willpower not to touch you more than I am already doing. I think that far removed from any descriptor of "childlike".

[ beautiful. his hand in her hair, coupled with his words, goes a long way towards soothing her. difficult though it is to think she looks good in such an ungainly sprawl, knock-kneed and facedown, she has to believe he finds her to be so.

squirms, pressing her thighs tightly together. just enough pressure to tease at stimulating her clit, really, between the tension she herself provides, and Sholmes' thigh tucked close beneath her ]

Oh, please. Please touch me more while you are spanking me.

[Of course he’s beautiful. Tempting. Should self-control go flying out the window, he would like to do more than just have her bent over his knee, sprawled across him— But this is about her right now, not him.

He palms at her rear again, soothing where it had been stinging just before. That same hand, though, travels a little further down, until his touch is little more than the press of two fingers that tease in the spot she’s pressed tight. Her folds, slick and warm, with the cloth of her panties pushed out of the way.]

Relax. Just a little more.

[ relax, he says, and puts his hand there. all her breath leaves her in a soft, shivering exhale. his fingertips feel so warm when they toy between her legs; it's instinct to part her thighs again at his urging, just in case he might... ]

Herlock, I...

[Just in case he might slip a finger in? He is not in so much of a hurry, not quite yet (well, unless she asks), though he does tease at her entrance with his fingertips; moving in an almost languorous circle, catching slickness on his skin.]

Hm?

[Stop? Continue?]

[ he only teases at what her body really, really wants: the fullness of those clever fingers. spreads her thighs a little more with a frankly embarrassing, petulant sound, really putting herself on display for him, even as she turns her cheek into the bedspread. feels hot in here. like a phoenix flame. ]

Cup... [ breathy; it's a struggle to say the words ] Cup me like that, and if you are so careful, Herlock, I will let you spank me there.

[Oh, there's that eagerness, either shown willfully or obliviously -- spread before him almost obscenely, it is hard not to just give in and slide two fingers in, fill her up a little like she so desperately wants.

God, she's so warm. His hand lingers there, cupping firm but gentle at her cunt.]

There, and I would only ever be careful, my dear. So very reverent.

You have done this before?

[ she has. but she was the one sitting where Sholmes is sitting now.

to her, he feels divinely warm, not... the other way around. her heart is loud in her ears, heavy in her chest; still nervy, yes, but undeniably, there is a spark of desire now, too. despite her discomfort (backside already flushed and bruising), the cupping of his hand has her melting in his lap. it feels good. a comforting weight. ]

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