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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Allison_Argent/Lydia_Martin
  Character:
      Allison_Argent, Lydia_Martin, Aiden_mention
  Additional Tags:
      Spanking, Dom!Allison, Sub!Lydia
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-11-25 Words: 3334
****** Work of Art ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     Allison can't get over her obsession with Lydia's ass, and it leads
     her to do things she wouldn't normally do.
Notes
     1. First time writing anything for Teen Wolf and first time writing
     spanking
     2. I have a five page essay due next week and yet I write nine pages
     of Allydia wtf is wrong with me
     3. I'm a mess smh
  This work was inspired by
      Anything_You_Want by subplotter
Allison had realized she was kind of obsessing over Lydia’s ass. She always
found herself looking at it distractedly, wherever the two of them were. She
could never truly focus on studying or doing her homework with Lydia around
because eye eyes would always drift over to the curve of her ass underneath
whatever skirt she was wearing that day, thin or frilly. Lydia was contributing
to Allison’s infatuation, without really realizing it, by always walking in
front of her, always taking the leads in their relationship.
When she first noticed it, Allison told herself she was just admiring -- Lydia
had a near perfect rear, full and round and, fuck it, there was nothing near
perfect about it. It was a real work of art, something Allison believed could
be put on display in the Louvre right beside the Mona Lisa.
She couldn’t really believe herself when she started fantasizing about Lydia.
This was her best friend, the one she shared a bed with at sleepovers, who’d
fake romantically feed her at restaurants because she thought it was funny. She
really couldn’t be having these thoughts about Lydia and herself. Thoughts
about Lydia pulling up her skirt to reveal nothing underneath and smiling
cheekily at Allison, one finger bent to beckon her forward.
But they persisted, no matter how Allison tried to deny them. Finally, she’d
accepted them and started to control them. At first, her fingers would fumble
and hesitate because she really couldn’t come to terms with touching herself at
the idea of Lydia, but she really, truly wanted this. So she’d trudge forward
and bring herself to orgasm at the thought of Lydia’s perfect little ass
squeezed with one hand and the other three fingers deep inside of her, Lydia
kneeling above Allison with her mouth in the shape of a perfect little O and
eyes screwed shut
She probably could have lived like that forever, with her fantasies of being
satisfied just squeezing and kneading and touching Lydia’s ass, until she
stumbled across the video that changed everything. She’d never really liked
porn, thought it was kind of disgusting and crude, but Allison felt like this
wasn’t really porn. It looked homemade, low quality: It was a girl lying across
what looked like a man’s knee (though the camera cut off right at his neck);
she was wearing nothing but a black thong with her breasts pressed flush
against a white comforter. Allison was just about to x-out, because she really
didn’t like porn, when the man brought his hand down hard on the girl’s ass and
Allison froze.
He did it again and again, the girl squirming almost violently under the arm he
had over her bare back, but he didn’t stop. Allison had her laptop on mute and
she was glad for it -- it was the middle of the night and she could hardly
imagine her parent’s reactions if the sounds of this video woke them up. When
the man decided he was done spanking the girl -- because really, it was him
deciding -- he ran a large hand, the same one he had used to inflict the pain,
over her ass cheeks and she stopped squirming and instead lifted up her ass for
him. Allison saw her say something and the man nodded, dipping his hand under
the curve of her ass and the girl’s face screwed up in what must have been
pleasure. The man must have said something because she nodded and they both
moved sideways, on the bed longways now, and the girl spread her legs wide,
giving the camera a good view of her thong pushed aside, the man’s fingers
fucking her vigorously and ceaselessly.
Allison felt her thighs clenching and heat pooling in her stomach. It kind of
scared her, that she liked this. This was the kind of things weirdos and people
who called their boyfriends “daddy” liked. She wasn’t those people -- she could
hardly imagine herself on the receiving end of it, sitting there and taking it
and then letting the person put their fingers inside of her until she came. But
her body was reacting.
She grabbed her headphones and listened to the video with noise, fucking
dripping at the sound of skin hitting skin and the girl’s moans growing louder.
Allison realized halfway through she didn’t want to be on the receiving end. It
was her hand she wanted smacking down on some girl’s ass. And near the end of
the video, when the girl came in what can only be described as an unbridled
manor and the man gently rubbed his hand over her ass again, she realized she
wanted the girl bending over her knee to be Lydia.
That was kind of what sent her over the edge, made her completely recognize she
wasn’t just admiring or fantasizing. She wanted Lydia’s perfect ass underneath
her hand and Lydia under her arm, falling apart with only Allison there to
piece her back together, using the same hand she’d torn her apart with. She
brought herself to orgasm that night quicker than ever before, vigorously
rubbing at her clit and pumping her fingers, having to remain quiet by biting
down on her pillow because of how hard she fucked herself.
Lydia called a week after Allison watched the video to invited her to sleep
over. She’d actually called, instead of texting like she normally would have.
Allison realized it was because she had been kind of avoiding Lydia lately -
- she felt as if she betrayed Lydia’s trust by even fantasizing about spanking
her, so she avoided talking to her and seeing her whenever she possibly could.
Allison couldn’t come over for movie night because she had so much homework,
her parents wouldn’t let, it was family night, sorry.
She fumbled for an excuse when Lydia called but couldn’t find a new one. Lydia
chirped, “Great! Just let yourself in, alright? See you at eight!” the second
Allison agreed to come over and hung up.
Allison was comfortable enough in Lydia’s home to open the front door and lock
it behind her. “Lydia!” she called. “I’m here, don’t freak out!”
There was no reply, so Allison made her way to Lydia’s room. She had to go
through the kitchen and living room to get there, and there were no signs of
Lydia’s parents anywhere in the house. She had hoped they would be there.
Lydia’s mom was the kind of mom who’d poke her head in to check on them, make
sure Allison was comfortable, ask if she needed a water. She’d started to do it
less and less, because at one point Allison was spending every weekend over and
yes, Mrs. Martin, she knew where the bottled water was.
Lydia was standing in front of her full body mirror, pressing hung dresses to
her body. Allison was relieved she was wearing her regular clothes, a simple
pink dress and tan cardigan. It wouldn’t have been the first time Lydia had
been in her underwear when Allison walked in, completely comfortable. This
thought sent a wave a guilt through Allison -- Lydia trusted her, she shouldn’t
be having these thoughts about her.
“Hey,” Lydia said, grinning, and tossed the dress aside.
“Hey,” Allison responded, still standing in the doorway awkwardly.
“So, I was thinking,” Lydia started, oblivious to how awkward Allison was
feeling, “Jonathan Green is throwing a party tonight, and with my parents out
of town, it would be really easy for us to go over there and have some fun.
Girl time, you know?”
“Yeah,” Allison said, finally crossing the room and sitting in Lydia’s
swiveling desk chair.
"I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever.” Lydia looked at her sharply
through the mirror and Allison kind of shrunk down in the chair. “Why is that,
Allison?"
“I’ve been kind of distracted lately,” she said. Not a lie, she told herself.
I’ve just been distracted by you.
“By what?” Lydia asked.
“Um . . . my parents have kind of been arguing lately. Stupid stuff.” That was
a lie. Her parents were getting along just fine.
“Oh . . . I’m sorry,” Lydia said, almost hesitantly. She almost started to say
something, still facing away from Allison, and then thought better of it. Lydia
turned to face her. “I can tell when you’re lying, Allison.”
Blood rushed to Allison’s face. Of course she would know, Allison thought to
herself. She’s your best friend.
“Sorry,” Allison said.
“I missed you,” Lydia said, and it was like a suckerpunch to the gut for
Allison. Lydia walked over to Allison and kneeled in front of her, resting her
head on Allison’s knees. It was such an intimate, vulnerable thing for Lydia to
do it almost knocked Allison’s breath away. “You’ve just been so great lately,
after my and Aiden’s breakup . . . I was kind of getting used to having you
around."
Lydia smiled at Allison and Allison couldn’t help but smile back. She couldn’t
keep this from her, she just couldn’t.
Allison knew the risks behind her words, but she still said, “I want to tell
you why I’ve been avoiding you, but . . . I don’t want to ruin our friendship.”
Lydia tilted her head at Allison, a sign for her to go on. Allison couldn’t
bring herself to say anything until Lydia said, “It can’t be that bad. You
managed to get yourself here, after all, in my bedroom.”
Allison swallowed hard and forced herself to say, “That’s part of the problem,
Lyd. I keep having these fantasies about you, these dirty fantasies and I- I
kind of like having them.”
Lydia pulled back from her, and it almost hurt Allison, but the look on Lydia’s
face was all curiosity, not disgust. “Really?”
“Yeah,” Allison said. She couldn’t hold it back now. All of her thoughts were
pouring out of her. “God, Lydia, I fucking love them. I feel so bad about it,
too, because you’re my best friend and I don’t want to keep this from you. I
feel like I’m betraying your trust.”
Lydia was silent for a few moments, and Allison felt like she was going to ask
her to leave, before saying, “Tell me about them.”
Allison shook her head, more out of confusion than anything. “What?”
“Tell me about your dirtiest fantasy,” Lydia said. Her face was entirely
serious, and her eyes were set. “I want to hear it. Honestly.”
Allison was hesitant, but she’d also hesitated to come here in the first place
and spill the truth to Lydia. A little more truth wasn’t really going to hurt
her.
“I found this video the other night . . . It was of this guy, um, spanking this
girl. And I just kept imagining it was you and me.”
“Me spanking you?” Lydia asked, eyebrow raised.
“No,” Allison said. She could ever imagine herself under the control of someone
like that.
“Oh.”
They were silent for what must have been a minute, but felt like hours to
Allison. She’d said all she needed to, and now it was Lydia’s turn.
“Alright,” Lydia said, breaking the silence.
“What?”
“I said alright. I’ll do it.”
Allison blinked and repeated, “What?”
Lydia rolled her eyes and grabbed Allison’s hand. “You keep having fantasies
about spanking me and, honestly, I’ve never been spanked. I’ll try it with you.
I trust you.”
“O-Okay,” Allison stuttered.
Lydia smiled at her. “So, how are we going to do this?”
Allison was silent for a moment, then said, “Can you make the lights brighter?
I kind of want to see better.”
“Yeah,” Lydia said, smirking, and stood up. Allison stood, too, and walked over
to Lydia’s bed. She decided if this was actually happening, she’d be
comfortable. She sat against Lydia’s pillows and the room’s lighting got
brighter. It almost seemed like it was daylight outside.
“Okay,” Allison said, deciding to take charge now. There was no point in being
here if she wasn’t going to take charge. “Now come here and lay across my lap.”
Lydia giggled as she listened to Allison. “Yes, ma’am.”
“Don’t mock me, Lydia,” she said. The grin fell off of Lydia’s face and she
adjusted herself so her ass was directly in front of Allison’s face. She turned
her head so she was facing the wall, not her headboard. “Face the other way.”
Lydia complied. “Are you comfortable enough?”
“Yes,” Lydia asked, her voice tight.
“Good,” Allison said. Her hands had started to tremble from the realization
that, holy shit, this was happening. She stilled them and slid on hand under
the back of Lydia’s dress, lightly caressing her ass. “We should have a
safeword incase it gets too much for you.”
Lydia hugged. “I’m sure I’ll be fine. But . . . how about pomegranate?”
Allison smiled faintly and said, “Fine. Only say it if you need me to stop,
okay?”
Lydia nodded, biting her lip. This was the cue for Allison to slide up the
skirt of Lydia’s dress and be face to face with Lydia’s perfect ass. It was
clad in lacy pink panties, the kind that allowed the view of everything but was
still a sort of barrier. Allison ran a hand down the curve of Lydia’s ass and
squeezed one cheek.
“Your ass is fucking perfect, you realize that?” Allison commented, looking
over at Lydia’s face. If Allison hadn’t known better, she would’ve sworn Lydia
Martin blushed.
Allison pulled down Lydia’s panties, about halfway down her thighs and ran her
hand up her thigh and back to her left cheek, which she squeezed again. Jesus
Christ -- it was even more beautiful bare. Lydia was pale, kind of a general
rule for all redheads, but her ass was milky white and blemish free. Allison
could feel Lydia’s pubic hair against her legs and tried hard not think about
how close her vagina was.
The first smack Allison gave wasn’t very hard, but Lydia still squirmed beneath
her. She gave the second on her right cheek, the opposite one. Lydia’s only
response was to jump slightly. She made no noise, so Allison continued spanking
her, alternating the cheeks every time, and she could feel herself spanking
harder and harder, almost too hard, until Lydia was continually squirming
beneath her.
“Hey, hey,” Allison said, running a hand over both of Lydia’s cheeks. “Calm
down, alright?”
Lydia had buried her face in the comforter but now lifted it up, looking up at
Allison. Her pretty pink lips were parted, more read now from biting down on
them. She and Allison made eye contact as Allison brought her hand down again,
harder than ever, onto Lydia’s left cheek, and Lydia groaned. The animal like
sound made Allison’s thighs clenched and she did it again and again,
alternating cheeks like before, until Lydia was telling her to stop, stop,
stop.
“Shh, shh,” Allison said, running a handover Lydia’s cheeks and thighs. “It’s
okay, princess. It’s alright.”
Lydia was breathing hard, her cheeks flushed and lips red and wet. She had hair
in her face, so Allison pushed it out, behind her ears. She stroked her hair
until Lydia had calmed down.
“You feeling okay?” Allison asked, smoothing Lydia’s hair with one hand and
stroking her thighs and rear with the other.
Lydia nodded and Allison felt between Lydia’s legs, just out of curiosity. Her
upper thighs were all but soaked.
“You’re fucking dripping,” Allison said, spreading Lydia’s legs apart slightly.
“Is it okay if I touch you, baby? Would you like that?”
Lydia nodded vigorously and Allison teasingly placed her middle finger inside
of her. She pushed it in as far as it would go and pulled it almost out, and
then continued the same motion.
Lydia had her eyes screwed shut and Allison said, “Eyes open.” Lydia forced her
eyes open. “Is this what you want from me?”
Lydia shook her head slightly.
“What do you want, princess? You’re going to have to tell me.” As she spoke,
Allison continued to pump her single finger in and out.
“I-I want your fingers inside of me, Ally,” Lydia said breathlessly. “More than
one. I want you to fuck me raw, Ally, please, please.”
“That’s what I thought,” Allison said, grinning down at Lydia and shoving a
second finger into her almost violently. Lydia gasped and Allison kept pumping,
entering a third finger and mercilessly bumping up the pace.
Allison leaned close to Lydia’s ear and whispered, though there was no need to
keep quiet, “You wouldn’t believe how many times I made myself come to the
thought of you, baby. I couldn’t fucking control myself, you turned me on so
bad. I fucked myself senseless to the thought of my fingers inside of your
tight, wet pussy, princess.”
Lydia moaned loudly, a real Oscar-worthy moan, and lifted herself off of
Allison’s lap. It was actually better for Allison this way. She didn’t have to
keep her wrist at an angle and she could reach deeper into Lydia’s pussy, but
she removed all of her fingers from Lydia and pushed her back down, giving her
a gentle smack on the rear. Lydia groaned loudly.
“I’m sorry, Allison,” she panted, no coaxing required. “It won’t happen again.”
“You’re right,” Allison said. “It won’t.”
Allison reached passed where her fingers had just been and reached for Lydia’s
clit, swollen and sensitive already. She barely brushed against it and Lydia
moaned loudly again, but stayed down this time.
“Good girl.”
Allison pushed two fingers into Lydia again, keeping the third out to rub
against her clit.
“You almost done, princess?” Allison asked and Lydia nodded, her eyes closed
shut again.
Allison started pumping her fingers in and out of Lydia faster than ever, her
finger rubbing against Lydia’s clit and causing her to gasp and moan and lose
her breath.
“You can’t come yet,” Allison told her, right when Lydia was close to going
over the edge. She removed her finger from Lydia’s clit and slowed down her
fingers. “I want you to beg for it, baby. Tell me how badly you need it.”
It took her almost a three minutes to talk. She kept opening and closing her
mouth, starting and then talking as Allison would press down on her clit
intermittently. She kept it together, though and finally said, “Please, Ally,
please.” Lydia was all but sobbing. “I need this so bad Allison. Please let me
come, Ally, let me finish on your fingers.”
Allison pressed down on Lydia’s clit and Lydia moaned out of frustration and
pleasure. She didn’t come, though, so Allison smiled down at her.
“You may come now,” Allison said, rubbing soft circles into Lydia’s clit and
pumping her fingers almost calmly.
Lydia’s hands balled up the comforter and she finished with the loudest moan,
one that would have woken up her parents if they were home. Her lips were in
that perfect O Allison had imagined her finishing with, eyebrows were furrowed,
her cheeks were flaming, and her ass was bruised. She looked magnificent,
something that belonged in the Louvre right beside Mona Lisa.
Allison milked Lydia’s orgasm for all it was worth and when she pulled her
fingers out, finally, Lydia’s eyes were open and she was watching Allison
intently. Allison sucked on one finger and put the other by Lydia’s mouth. She
gently wrapped her lips around it and sucked herself off of it.
Allison was wet herself -- Jesus, was she. But the brief research she’d seen
had said that Lydia would need her now. She instead of rubbing at her clit, or
better yet, making Lydia do it, she pulled up Lydia’s panties, pushed down her
dress’ bottom, and brushed that pretty red hair out of her face. “Come on,
princess.”
Lydia sat up gently and winced when she sat down onto Allison’s lap but still
wrapped her arms around Allison, burying her face into her neck. Allison
wrapped her arms around Lydia’s waist and rubbed her lower back, gently, and
waited until Lydia was slowly put back together by the hands that tore her
apart.
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