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Late for Supper-W.V

Prompt- you had survived the apocalypse, stuck in outpost thing. While being alive was nice, having Wilhemina Venable around was even better. Except, for when you were late.
(Whipping-smut)
Your pov:
I rummage through my wardrobe, looking for a dress I haven't already worn these past few days.
For someone who loves clothes, having 10 pieces of clothing hurt more than watching my town blow up.
Seeing all this purple reminded me of Ms.Venable and her dark purple lipstick, since her lips were always something I focused on.
I had such strong feelings for her, but her feeling the same about me is crazier than this whole apocalypse.
I feel myself getting wet just thinking about her.
I lay myself on the bed, putting my hand in my pants, imagining it was her here with me.
My eyes shut tight as I cover my mouth from making any sounds.
Venables pov:
Watching the clock at the dinner table, I wait until the arm clicks onto 7:45.
It's dinner time now.
I wait a few seconds until I hear footsteps from purples arriving to the table, sitting down.
My eyes scan around the room, searching for y/n.
Where was she?
I had developed attraction to the woman over time.
Seeing her read or in her purple dresses.
I stand up, as I stomp my cane on the hard floor.
"Resume dinner, I'm leaving to get a certain purple who is late to dinner." I state.
I walk to her room, opening it with no hesitation.
My eyebrows lift as I see her struggle to cover herself with her bed sheets.
"Oh my.." I say.
I laugh, walking closer to her seeing her in this state.
I admire her smooth body, looking her up and down as I bite my lip.
"What is this?" I say, swiftly pulling the sheets off.
She was speechless, like a deer caught in headlights.

"Get up."
"Get up!" I demand.
She slowly sits up as she gets off the bed.
Seeing her this way made me so hungry.
I quickly take one of the sheets, wrapping her like a mummy while I look into her shimmering eyes.
I walk over to the door, opening it as I lead her out.
Your pov:
I still tremble, thinking about what just happened.
Walking through the empty halls, I follow the red haired woman as she leads me to another room.
We get inside as I look around seeing straps on the floor and the ceiling, as well as a rack full of whips.
"Stand over there." She states.
I walk over to where she pointed, as she straps me up.
My arms were being held up as my legs were being pulled down.
I was almost shaped like a star.
The sheet falls off of my body as I take a deep breath in feeling the freezing air on my skin.
She picks up a dark brown whip from her large collection.
My breaths start to speed up as my eyes tear up.
I was worried, but she was so attractive.
I wasn't sure how to feel.
She comes back, looking me up and down.
A few seconds go by until she suddenly clenches my throat.
She sees my watered eyes making her squint.
"Isnt this what you wanted?" Her voice lowers while her hand still has a tight grip on my throat.
"Mhm" I whimper.
She harshly lets go.
She then walks around me while she traces her nails along my cold waist.
I feel goosebumps grow on my body, while my nipples get hardened.
Now I couldn't see her face since she was behind me.
"Wait-" I say.
"Is there- a safe word?" I hesitantly ask.
That was so stupid.
She laughs as I then feel her warmth by the back of my neck.
"My first name" she whispers.
Wilhemina.
A few seconds go by until I feel a harsh slap on my back.
I scream, shivering.
"Whore."  She says underneath her breath, I heard of course.
I feel another hit on my back as tears start to stream down my cheek.
Over and over again.
After a little, the previous whips start to sting, burning horribly.
It was the 8th whip.
I stopped screaming, it was more of just a small whimper.
My cheeks had become cold because of my dried tears.
I wait for the next hit until I hear the woman walk back to face me.
With my face down, I was staring at the floor.
While it burned, I still felt the wetness between my thighs.
I see the whip drop to the floor as another tear falls as well.
I feel Venables cold hand on my chin, lifting my head as I see her straight face again.
Venables pov:
I see her tired eyes, noticing how heavy they were.
I quickly go in, kissing her soft lips.
I didn't question what I did.
She was a slut.
For me.
She then kisses back, leaning into me.
She sticks her tongue into my mouth as I grab her breasts.
With one hand, I untie her arms from the chains.
Once they were untied, she immediately puts them on my waist and my neck.
We slowly go down on our knees as she unbuckles one chain off of her ankle as I do the other.
Now she was free from the chains, allowing her to push herself onto me even more.
She stops the kiss, taking in the cold air.
Your pov:
Looking at her deep brown eyes, I realize I didn't want to do this.
I don't want to do this if this is one of the first times we've been alone.
Switching from staring into her left, to her right eye, I hope she isn't loosing interest.
I would rather do this than loose her.

I hesitantly go in again, hoping she'll forget about it, but she pushes herself back.
Oh god.
It's over.
"Stop rushing it." She whispers.
She pulls the sheets that I had walking into the room earlier, as she hands them to me.
"Cover up."
She hands me the sheet as I hold her hand. We struggle to get up for different reasons.
She walks over to get her cane, heading to the door.
"Don't be late to breakfast tomorrow." She says.
Winking at me, she walks out the door.
I look at the door like she's still there.
I had now discovered a small glimpse of her real personality.
Who was Wilhemina Venable?

Heyyy, I feel like this one kinda sucked and I'm sorry I've been kinda unactive.
Ive been trying to finish this story for like 2 weeks so it's kinda stupid, but leave recommendations of any characters or ideas you would like, and thank you for the support <333
-A