This Relationship of Ours (+Extras)

spankings

Anonymous asked:

do harry and mia ever revisit spanking once they get back together as boyfriend and girlfriend?? how would that go or what would it be like for them??

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mia's flipping through her photos on her phone, trying to find a decent one of her and amara to post online for amara's birthday, but apparently they've taken a grand total of 8 altogether, so she's given up on it. she's going to see her tonight anyways. she's sitting on the sofa in her red dress, waiting for harry to finish getting ready for they could go.

going through her phone reminds her that she hasn't thought about certain memories in a long time. there are pictures of her when she had just arrived in London, and all the places she's been a typical tourist at. all the food she'd eaten and then finally pictures of her house to do a before and after photoshoot.

as she travels further back into the memories, it makes her grow fonder about the events that she's lucky to have captured, as as she scrolls up, she finds a few pictures of harry and her from when he was her dominant. harry's always been a little stubborn when it comes to the camera, but she'd gotten him to at least take a few pictures with her.

there's one with her sitting on his lap, his massive arms circled around her waist. she's got a smile on her face, but of course harry doesn't. there's another one harry had taken of just her neck and torso in which she was pressed against the mattress, held there by just a hand on her throat. a tingle runs through her as she remembers how and why she found herself in that situation.

there's one picture of harry's back on the occasion that he hadn't tied her up and let her fingers (and nails) roam around his body. he told her that he barely felt the marks, but he certainly felt them as he took a shower the following morning.

one picture in particular makes her pause. harry had taken this one because she'd asked him to. he was about to return back to London, and she had been emotional about it, deep in subspace, so he'd grabbed her and flipped her over, taking a picture of her backside to show her that he'd left her something to remind her of him while he was gone. mia remembers staring longingly at his picture for many weeks until he finally did come back and placed those red marks on her ass again.

she'd gotten punished for something she doesn't remember now, but the picture is so arousing as she briefly remembers the contents of that night. or specifically, the way his hand met her ass with a perfect strike every time, leaving her whimpering, but raising her hips back for more.

she recalls the delicious smack that rang through the air and the throbbing feeling that always came a few seconds late when he was already bringing his hand down again...how long had it been since he'd–?

she's been staring at the screen for so long, that it goes dark by the time harry comes down the stairs, and he peers at her with concern written on his face as she's just thoughtfully gazing at her blank phone.

"love?" he lowly murmurs, placing his hands on her shoulders, kneading gently. "are you okay?"

his hands feel amazing on her, it only fuels her more.

"yeah," she answers, clearing her throat. "just thinking."

he hums and walks around to sit down besides her on the sofa. and fuck, he looks so good. in a black suit, new rings, and a clean shaven face. he's a natural dominant, isn't he? "about what?"

"your hands."

"my hands?"

"yeah." she looks at him with a spaced out look. "and how they feel on me."