𝖍𝖝𝖍 𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖙𝖘

NSFW Hisoka punishing his fem!s/o

Top! Hisoka

Bottom! Y/N

Author: LazyPerfectionist (on ao3)

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"Tsk tsk, I told you not to move so much, didn't I baby girl?" Hisoka crooned, looking up at you from between your legs. You couldn't help yourself - the way he moved his tongue and lips in small strokes and circles onto your heat had left you squirming and moaning, and you had finally involuntarily clamped your legs around his head as you rode out the pleasure of your first orgasm. It was his fault, he couldn't be mad at you.

"I'm sorry I'm such a bad girl," you uttered, arching your back as you sat on the bed, your legs dangling from over the edge and your upper body weight supported by your elbows.

He rose to his full height, towering over you on the bed, and wrapped his right arm under you, carrying you up to the head of the bed.

"It's time for some punishment," he growled, and you could barely conceal your nervous anticipation, feeling a flutter in your chest and your loins.

You giggled as he bound your arms above your head together with Bungee Gum, giving you a kiss and then a playful bite on your collarbone, before flipping you over so that you lay on your stomach. From there, he bound your arms to the headboard, and your ankles together.

"You're going to kneel and stay very still for me, little one," he assured, rubbing circles on your back. "Keep your back arched for me" - he paused to plant a kiss on the small of your back- "and count to 20."

20! Your breath caught in a small panic. He usually did 10, and even that brought you to your limits. You didn't think you could tolerate 20 of his slaps on your sensitive skin.

"You were extra naughty today, so you get twice as much punishment. Any questions or concerns?"

Your voice was shaky as you positioned yourself on your knees, your forehead just barely pressing into the bed. You quivered a bit as you kept this pose, worried about what the first slap would bring.

"What's my safe word, daddy?"

Hisoka hooked his arm around your thighs to keep you stable - the first time he had spanked you in this position, you had almost gone through the headboard, and that was an ER visit you'd rather not repeat. You could feel his lips curl into a smile against the flesh of your glute. "Bungee."

Of course.

"Are you ready, baby girl?" He purred.

You shuddered, bracing yourself for impact before whispering a yes. His spanks were incredibly painful but you'd started to get used to them. Started was the key word.

"One!" As his open hand made contact with your skin, you screamed out, tears coming to your eyes as you reeled from the searing pain. He pressed his lips against the epicenter of the pain, and whispered, "You're doing so well for me, baby, keep that form."

Another one shortly followed, on the other cheek, and you were worried you'd break out in sobs, unable to keep pace. "Two," you croaked out.

"That's good, love. Keep you back arched."

Three was just as awful as two and better than four. By the twelfth spank, you felt like you were never going to be able to sit down again, having suffered six spanks on each separate asscheek. Even though he was alternating, and giving you some chance to recover, these superhuman smacks still took the wind out of your chest.

"Do you want to use your safeword, baby?" He offered.

You shook your head, struggling to keep your back arched, but knowing full well that if you didn't go through with it, you'd have to start over in a couple of hours. Hisoka was very persistent in this way.

"Good."

13-16 were living death, and you could feel beads of sweat forming on your forehead. You felt sick.

"I wouldn't want my little girl to die on me," he said, squeezing your probably angry, red and bruised buttcheeks together before kissing the small of your back again.

"Just go through with it, Hisoka," you quipped, the pain messing with the fantasy. He let out a musical laugh, and the last four were delivered, and you cursed at the top of your lungs after yelling out the number 20, collapsing into the bed.

Yeah, you were never going to sit again.

He lay his body on top of you, continuing to kiss your neck and massaging your ruined bottom.

"Don't misbehave next time, love. I always have to discipline you quite harshly... I wouldn't want to ruin such a lovely sight."