Lady Lesso X Reader One Shots <3.

Attitude Adjustment. NSFW

CLARISSA DOVEY x LADY LESSO x READER.

i adapted this from another one of my fics and added Dovey into it :)

Summary: Lesso thinks you need a punishment, Clarissa unfortunately agrees.

Warnings: Mistress!Lesso, Mommy!Clarissa, Student!Reader 18+, spanking, mild dirty talk, ending in fluff <3

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"Leo, is this really necessary?" Dovey carefully asked as she paced back and forth throughout her office. Her mind was running wild with the knowledge of your upcoming punishment.

Lesso stood leaning against a wall, a dark chuckle leaving her throat as she held a cane wedged between the palm of her left hand and the floor, "Oh, please, my love. You and I both know that she deserves more than a spanking. If anything, I'm being beyond lenient."

Clarissa playfully rolled her eyes, more in frustration with herself than anyone else. She was always so soft when it came to you. Too soft. You had been getting away with quite the bold behaviour for some time now and Lesso was insistent on eliminating any misconduct from you. Fast.

"You're right," Dovey admitted as she stopped in her tracks, looking over into the red-heads eyes for the first time since the conversation had started, "You're right, darling. But it doesn't make it any easier."

"Don't worry, my Love. I'll take care of it."

Just as Lesso finished speaking, the door to Clarissa's office flung open and you tiredly shuffled inside, both women shooting you very different glances.

"Look who the cat dragged in," Lesso smirked, to which you rolled your eyes as you flung your bag away from you without care.

"Darling, what happened?" Dovey immediately rushed over to you, stopping only once she was in front of the leather couch you had dropped onto. You looked a mess; the tulle of your dress ripped to shreds, hair falling from its up-do, lipstick smudged. Dovey couldn't believe her eyes.

"It's been a long day," you sighed dramatically.

"It's about to get even longer," Lesso chimed and you narrowed your eyes at her, shooting her a confused glance. She was always ominous when she was in a bad mood. Great.

"What happened to you, sweetie?" Dovey pressed further, ignoring Lesso's comments and the attitude that was seeping out of you. Her hands sat on her hips. She was concerned.

"I may have gotten into a fight," you mumbled quietly and quickly, not daring to look the woman in the eyes.

"[y/n], look at me when I'm speaking to you," Clarissa scolded lightly, her worry growing with every second, "And speak up, sweetheart. What happened?"

You opened your mouth to repeat yourself but before you could get another word in, Lesso interrupted the conversation, making her way over to the both of you, "She said she got into a fight. Again."

You glared at your curly haired girlfriend.

"A fight?!" Dovey was appalled, "again?! [y/n], this is—"

"Ridiculous," Lesso finished Clarissa's sentence for her, "Pathetic, really. You cant keep your hands to yourself?"

You rolled your eyes, "It wasn't—"

"Your fault? No, it never is. Is it, baby?"

The red-head was now crouched in front of the couch, eye-level with you. A stoic, almost-mocking look was accompanying her face. A stark contrast to Dovey's alarmed expression.