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works/763743.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F
  Fandom:
      Glee
  Relationship:
      Marley_Rose/Kitty_Wilde
  Character:
      Marley_Rose, Kitty_Wilde
  Additional Tags:
      Dom/sub, Light_Bondage, Pet_Play, Punishment, PWP
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-01-04 Words: 2438
****** Would you pull that crap with Annette? ******
by Edwardina
Summary
     Glee kink meme fill. Kitty!Kitty has been a very bad girl and Marley
     decides to punish her.
Notes
     Another Glee_kink_meme fill.
     Very slight mention of Marley's ED, if you are sensitive about that.
Marley made up her tray carefully, with two glasses of skim milk and two mini-
packs of Oreos. Therapy or no, she was trying to keep from eating sweets and
didn't intend to eat her cookies, but she hardly ever had guests over, so she
wanted to make sure she offered amenities to Kitty so both she and her mom
could be proud to have her in their home. Kitty was so picky and judgmental.
She was probably up in Marley's room judging every single thing in it.
With the tray balanced carefully in her hands, Marley climbed the stairs up to
her bedroom, and sure enough, there was Kitty, holding Marley's "nervous
knitting" with an expression of extreme distaste on her face and picking at it
with a manicured finger.
"Kitty!" she said. "Please don't do that. It'll unravel."
"What the heck is it?" Kitty demanded, slinging it carelessly. Several stitches
flew off the needle.
"Oh, no," Marley couldn't help moaning. It was just a half-finished scarf that
had several mistakes in it, but it was part of Marley's therapy. It gave her
anxiety an outlet, something to plan and do with her hands that was supposed to
give her a feeling of accomplishment or something. "Seriously, Kitty, you're
messing it up. Please just put it down."
"It's coming apart," Kitty said, as if Marley hadn't just told her it would.
"Sorry. Hope it wasn't super-important to you."
She dropped it on the floor and gave it a careless kick with her snowy-white
sneaker. It flew a few feet across the room, vaguely toward the corner where
she'd been keeping her small basket of skeins and needles. The skein attached
to the scarf bounced, several wide loops of sky blue yarn flying off it.
The tray nearly shook in Marley's enraged hands. She put it on her dresser. To
think she was trying to serve this girl milk and cookies!
"Jeez. Don't look so upset," Kitty said. "It had holes in it already."
"Kitty," said Marley in her firmest voice. "That was bad. Very, very bad!"
Wrinkling her nose, Kitty just hissed at her and climbed onto Marley's bed,
flicking her ponytail disinterestedly.
Marley's voice raised. "You are a very, very bad girl, Kitty!"
She watched Kitty's black-painted nails scritch and scratch at the blanket on
her bed as if she had claws. If it had been knitted, it probably would have
come apart. Kitty looked right at her, eyes glinting, and let out a shrill,
"Reoow! Hsssss."
"Don't you hiss at me!" Marley exclaimed in righteous dismay. "Bad Kitty! You
don't deserve this milk! And you don't deserve to be on my bed! Shoo! Shoo!
Off!"
With a rumbling noise that just ended in another displeased hiss, Kitty ambled
off the bed again, hands first, her body flexing and moving with an admitted
grace, even though her butt in the air was undignified as the flaps on her
Cheerios skirt rustled and flashed Marley a whole bunch of bare skin. Marley
exhaled, her breath hot in her own nose, and marched up to where Kitty was
preening lazily on her hip, like she wasn't even aware of having ruined
Marley's knitting even though the yarn trailed right by her.
"You are not having any milk, you bad thing," Marley informed her
dispassionately. "You need to be punished."
She moved towards Kitty, but Kitty jerked onto her hands and knees and was
across the carpet in a red and blonde squirm. But she couldn't move so fast
that Marley couldn't catch her by the ankle and drag her forcibly onto her
belly.
"Hssss! Rrrowrrrr."
"That was an ugly noise," Marley commented as Kitty wiggled, scratching at the
carpet with clawed fingers. "I don't like those ugly hissing noises. Good girls
purr and meow sweetly and get milk. You're really just a bad little pussycat.
I'm afraid I'm going to have to tie you up."
Kitty's head whirled around, her eyebrow arched. She forgot to struggle just
long enough for Marley to grab her other ankle and yank her a good two feet.
She wasn't the strongest girl in the world, but Kitty was very petite and most
of her muscles were in her legs.
"That's right. Bad pussycats who get into yarn they're not supposed to play
with get their paws tied up with it!"
Baring her teeth, Kitty hissed and kicked and put on quite a performance, but
even though her nails scratched at Marley's hands unabashedly, she allowed
Marley to grasp her wrists behind her back and wrap the chunky yarn she'd been
knitting with around them several times. So many times, actually, that she
reached the needle of her knitting and slid it off the rest of the loops so she
could keep winding Kitty up. Kitty meowed, a much more distressed-sounding
noise than a hiss, and that was much more pleasant to the ears.
On the wind of yarn around Kitty's wrists, Marley tied an extravagant bow, then
stood up straight, panting, to look at her work. Kitty was on her stomach, legs
spread, cheek against the carpet, and her face was red with rage, her eyes
afire.
"If you try to get away from me, I'll tie your ankles," Marley threatened,
noting Kitty's silent response. "Are you going to be a good Kitty-kitty and
stay still for me now? Give me a nice meow, kitten."
"Me-yooow," said Kitty, with barely-concealed impatience.
"That's a well-behaved Kitty," said Marley in approval. "But you still have to
do something for me before I'll consider you sorry you tore up my knitting."
Marley moved toward her dresser, seeing in the mirror that Kitty wiggled on the
spot, but didn't tuck her knees under her or try to roll away. She opened the
top drawer on the cheap wooden jewelry box she'd made at summer camp in middle
school, or at least painted and hot glued fake jewels to in a vague heart
shape, and found exactly what she was looking for: a pair of jingle bell
earrings. Just like most of the stuff she had, they were cheap, from a bin of
Dollar Tree Christmas junk or something like that. She'd had them for years and
only wore them at home on Christmas Eve, since they really did ring and make a
lot of racket. Carefully, she lifted one, and it gave a little jingle.
Obviously, Kitty heard the light metallic clang, because she'd lifted her head
when Marley turned with the earring.
"You'll have to wear a bell," she told Kitty, as if highly disappointed.
"That's how bad you've been. You'll have to wear this bell, and every time you
get into something, I'll know it because I'll hear the jingle-jingle-jingle of
a bad little Kitty. Aren't you a sorry puss?"
Marley easily hooked the earring right into the knot of the yarn, and the bell
dangled prettily from the bow, right between Kitty's slender hands.
"Just try and wiggle," Marley dared her.
"Mrrorwr," pouted Kitty, and the merest jerk of her shoulder had the jingle
bell ringing very loudly.
"There, now, you see? You have to be a good pussycat now. Don't you, Kitty-
kitty?" Marley petted her tightly pulled-back blonde hair, at first getting a
mere jerk of her head and consequential jingle of the bell. "Now, be a good
girl and let me pet you..."
Marley swept her hand along Kitty's hair gently, played a little with Kitty's
curly tail, and rubbed her back, and soon, Kitty was just a puddle on the
floor, meowing for her throatily and managing to purr. Her bell jingled now and
then, but she relaxed, and Marley smiled at her, feeling a bit better about the
whole thing.
"How's Kitty like a nice rub here?" Marley asked, reaching back and rubbing
right between Kitty's legs. The briefs worn under the Cheerios uniform – Kitty
had called them "spankies" very unironically and made Marley laugh – were thick
and certainly meant to keep everything under the skirt well-covered, but the
fabric still moved in a glide across Kitty's skin, which was obviously wet
underneath, and probably bare. "Oh," Marley said. "Kitty loves a nice rub to
her pussy, doesn't she?"
Kitty moaned in her throat, which became a purr at the end, her hips lifting –
which, of course, rang her bell. It was rather ingenious, Marley told herself.
Kitty really couldn't move without sounding it through the whole room, which
made the way it began to jingle rhythmically sweet and dirty as Kitty moved
back against Marley's fingers without shame.
"Meow," Kitty let out softly, a truly pleading noise, repeating herself as
Marley hummed. "Meow?"
"Good Kitty," Marley allowed. "Now, you keep your bottom perked up and hold it
nice and still! Don't you let me hear you jingling!"
Obediently, Kitty managed to freeze flexed on her knees. She'd probably have
rug burn, Marley mused, trying not to smile – red knees the whole school would
be able to see tomorrow. After a final merry jostle, the bell hung still.
"That's a nice puss-puss," said Marley approvingly. "Don't move."
She slapped Kitty lightly between the legs, making Kitty's thigh muscles jump
and her butt clench and the bell shift with a single ring.
"This is what bad, bad, mischievous bitch kittens get when they play with yarn
that isn't theirs!" Marley said lowly, smacking at Kitty's crotch.
It wasn't hard enough to hurt, she thought, but Kitty hissed anyway, eyes shut.
Soon, Marley had Kitty's legs sliding wider, and Kitty was somehow managing to
not ring the bell even as her knees spread – what a good Kitty! Marley smacked
at her pussy, which was hot and felt damp even through the red sling of the
stretchy polyester spankies, and swore she could feel where the fabric was
denting into the mound she was slapping so blatantly. She kept her smacks
short, sharp, barely snapping Kitty's crotch with her fingers, but it seemed
effective, because Kitty was hissing, then purring, then hissing again, then
yowling softly, legs beginning to tremble and jingle her bell softly. Finally
Kitty cried out, humping at the air with her butt wiggling, and Marley knew
she'd come, unable to keep her hips from jerking.
"Good girl," Marley said delightedly, and stroked her fingers lightly at
Kitty's cunt in a doting circle, feeling it contracting and pulsing even
through the fabric.
After a beat, Kitty groaned. "Me-yoowwww. Mmm."
"I told you not to jingle," Marley reminded her.
Kitty meowed in what Marley assumed was apology, but really, it could have been
a lame excuse. Actually, that seemed more like Kitty.
"What's that, puss? You can't help it?"
Marley slid her hand and tucked it around the curve of Kitty's crotch, almost
holding it, then gave Kitty a light spank on one butt cheek.
"Jingle, then," she suggested, and another encouraging smack made Kitty grind
into movement, her hips immediately finding a groove that made her grind right
on Marley's fingers. "Jingle, you bad cat!"
Huffing, Kitty gave her a falsetto but heartfelt miiiyyerrr and wiggled, her
bell shifting restlessly as she worked herself all the way into another orgasm,
this time wetting through her spankies so much that Marley could really feel it
in her hand.
"I bet you feel more like being a pretty little house-cat instead of a
troublemaker now," Marley said indulgently. "Let me check and see..." She slid
her fingers right up under the ruined crotch of Kitty's uniform and gave the
slick skin a pet, sliding until she'd pushed two fingers into Kitty's cunt and
was sinking them in slowly, insistently.
Kitty whimpered and tried to move her arms, resulting in a cacophony of
jingles, the bell swinging this way and that. Marley leaned casually onto her
elbow beside Kitty and pumped the way she knew Kitty liked, just slow and
gentle. She wasn't sure Kitty could come again so fast, especially with fingers
stuffed inside her instead of rubbing or smacking at her clit, but she had the
time and the patience to find out. Kitty quivered and rubbed her cheek into the
carpet and let out oh-shaped noises that weren't exactly feline, but Marley had
never exactly been so assertive before. Soon, she had Kitty's butt thrusting
and flexing as she rocked herself on Marley's fingers, face fitful, and Marley
asked, "Where are the noises good kittens make when they get their pussies
rubbed and fucked?"
So Kitty mewled for her pathetically, crying in the top of her range until she
shuddered and came, jerking bodily, bell announcing it with each jerk of her
muscles.
"Good Kitty," Marley said mildly, and slipped her sopping wet fingers away
again, patting Kitty's sensitive cunt and hearing the inevitable jingle she got
for doing so.
She got up and walked off like normal, heading to the bathroom to wash her
hands. She did sneak in a sniff of her fingers before she washed them – she
liked the way Kitty smelled a little different than her. When she returned, she
found Kitty still belly-down on the floor, contentedly still.
She could probably stay like that for a little while without getting sore,
Marley mused, but she didn't want to risk it. She bent by Kitty's side and
untied her easily, the jingle bell earring bouncing free to the floor, and
unwound her wrists.
"You can have some milk if you want," Marley offered. Kitty rolled to her back,
sitting up carefully and stretching her arms, slow and limber. Her knees were
stressed and red. Marley almost reached out to pet her again, but Kitty's high
pony already looked a little worse for the wear, and she had a vague carpet
print on her cheek. "Kitty? Was that... okay?"
"Yes, Marley," said Kitty, perfectly sweetly. "You made this naughty kitty feel
like a very good pussycat."
"Oh." Marley was relieved. She still didn't really know what she and Kitty were
doing. "Good. You're not sore, or anything?"
"Not yet. I'll take some milk, if you don't mind," purred Kitty.
"Do you want some Oreos?" asked Marley doubtfully, snagging the bell earring to
put back on her dresser, then fetching the tray from it. "I know they're
fattening..."
Kitty smiled up at her. "Mm, I would love an Oreo. That sounds so good right
now. Do you ever dunk them in your milk? It's super delish. You should try it."
And that was how Marley's mom found them a few minutes later: sitting on the
floor together, dipping Oreos into milk and giggling as they ate the crumbly
chocolate cookies, a pair of very good girls indeed.
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