"What the hell are you doing wearing that?"
Rhea walked into the room and began seething the moment she read the white text across your chest:
"LIV MORGAN REVENGE TOUR"
Even the arm she had in a sling was shaking with rage, which made you smile. The truth was, you knew exactly what you were doing: getting her attention.
"I thought you said I looked good in skimpy black tees," you pouted, leaning forward a bit to give her a full view of your bra and cleavage through the slits you had cut across your shirt.
"Not when it has that shit written on it," Rhea fumed, practically shouting, "Go change."
"Or what?" you challenged, crossing your arms.
"Oh baby girl," her low chuckle and an unsettling glint in her eyes made her seem even more dangerous now as she approached you slowly, "You should know the answer to that by now."
Of course you knew the answer: Rhea's go-to punishment when you were being a brat. But that was exactly what you were aiming for - it had been too long since you'd gotten a good, hard spanking from your domme.
"Bedroom, NOW," she ordered, shoving you in that direction with her free hand. It was almost a shame she was behind you now, missing you rolling your eyes completely. If she had seen it, maybe the bare-handed slaps she was hitting your ass with to keep you moving would have more force behind them.
Wasting no time, Rhea bent you at the waist over the edge of the bed as soon as you crossed the threshold to the bedroom. Looking over your shoulder as soon as you were released and had regained your balance, your eyes land on the wood-and-leather paddle she had already pulled out. Standing over you, she smirks and twirls it in her hand once.
"Bet you want to take that shirt off now," Rhea chuckled, gaze probing you for remorse or fear - you weren't sure which.
"Not really," you insisted, looking away from the "BRAT" that was carved backwards into the finished wood and making yourself yawn loudly.
"Bad girl," Rhea snapped, using the edge of the paddle to flip up your skirt and expose your panties before landing the first blow. It was a bit harder than what she usually started with, but you expected it enough to make sure you barely reacted.
"You might not yet, but you're going to regret buying that shirt soon, slut," she spat, hitting you again, hard enough to make you inhale sharply.
"Buying?" you laughed, relishing the slight sting, but still hungry for more, "How do you know Liv didn't just give it to me herself?"
The next hit from the paddle made you yelp in surprise and grip the sheets in front of you to keep yourself steady, just before another harsh blow landed.
The ache in your cheeks was more permeating now, the intensity getting closer to your ideal range of pain. Rhea noticed too, sliding one corner of the paddle across the damp spot in your panties, parting your swollen lips and making you whine.
"Dirty girl, getting wet from being punished," she teased, unable to contain the amusement in her voice, "Looks like Mami isn't being rough enough with you. Let's change that, hmm?"
Slap.
A moan rolls off your tongue as the stinging sensation plays off the ache again.
Slap!
You've started flinching when you hear the whisper of the paddle cut through the air.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
The more tender your ass gets, the harder you grip the sheets, reaching the upper threshold of what you considered more of a pleasure and less of a punishment.
"Feel like taking it off yet?" Rhea asked sweetly, setting her shoe down against the edge of the mattress so she could press the tip against your ruined panties, "If you do, we can switch right to you cleaning your mess off my boot."
"Taking what off?" you asked, so wet and wonderfully vulnerable that you'd forgotten why you were being spanked in the first place.
Your domme, however, seemed to think you were still being a brat intentionally. Before you realized what was happening, your underwear was pulled down and your punishment continued.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
The quick succession of harsh blows to your bare ass was inescapable as you squirmed, legs kicked open when you tried to move away. Your cries of pain punctuated the short time between them, creating a cacophony of suffering.
Just when you were about to tap out, there was a pause before you heard the paddle clatter to the floor. Then a weight shifting onto the bed made you realize you were now askew and, somehow, most of the way onto the mattress at this point. You pulled yourself up on your hands at the motion.
"Stay still, bunny," Rhea warned in response to your whimpers at the friction of her straddling you, "Mami is going to make sure you can't wear this miserable excuse for merch ever again."
The click of her switchblade opening made you jump slightly.
"What did I just say?" she tutted, sliding the blade under the bottom of your shirt.
Despite the cool metal giving you goosebumps, you did your best to stay still as Rhea tore through the fabric. Soon, her warm breath fell onto your naked back and she was reaching around you, easily ripping through the already cut-up front of your shirt.
Every time the sharp blade dipped back toward you, you held your breath - even with the pressure Rhea's weight was putting on your raw cheeks.
"Now then," she said, snapping the switchblade shut again, dropping it, and shifting her weight before grabbing your ass, "Does Mami need to keep punishing you, baby? Or have you learned your lesson?"
"I'm sorry, Mami," you say immediately, wincing at the light squeeze, "I won't wear anything you don't approve of again."
"There's my good girl," Rhea praised, moving off the bed, "Now stay still and I'll see if I can get a good photo of my work."
