After Hours Discipline (Bruce/Steph)
Notes: This is for Disco who made a post about wanting to see Steph doing a bit of a kinky schoolgirl roleplay. Bruce or Babs were preferred and for this one, I chose Bruce (but I might revisit this in the future). Enjoy!
Notes the second: Major thanks goes out to Fleet, Lingy, and the awesomely talented Quip3 who gave me great writing advice (that I tried to apply here) and assured me that this was indeed sexy.
The schoolgirl skirt and shirt isn’t out of the ordinary. Stephanie has worn something similar at least twice before (once in middle school and then in that undercover mission at that boarding school), but here with Bruce watching her with hunger gleaming obviously in the depths of his dark blue eyes… She feels more than a little bit exposed.
It’s a good feeling, one that makes Stephanie squirm in her seat and press her thighs together. She’s wet already and there’s no way that Bruce can’t smell the scent of her sex even from where he sits a few feet away playing at a headmaster’s sternness. “Why did you want to see me, Headmaster Wayne?”
She crosses her legs at the ankles and tries not to look nervous as Bruce smiles at her from over the top of his huge desk. They’ve done this before –roleplaying, not the schoolgirl thing– and Stephanie still feels a bit anxious when the game starts. When the clothes start coming off and Bruce’s hand fits hot and hard over the curve of her sex, then Stephanie won’t be able to think of anything else.
Bruce’s smile widens and he steeples his fingers in front of his thin lips. “You know why I called you here, Miss Brown,” he says in a voice gone low with hunger. “Don’t try and play games with me.”
But that’s what they’re both here for: a game.
The thrill of being someone else for a little while. Someone that doesn’t have a bat-shaped target splashed across their chest. Someone that has no problem being bent over someone else’s desk and spanked.
Heat works through Stephanie’s body like a fast burning fire and she bites her lip hard to silence a low sound of need as Bruce looks at her, looks right at her and probably sees how close she is to ruining the upholstery of his fancy ass chair.
But she can’t.
Not yet.
Not while the game is still in play and Bruce is waiting for her to make her move.
Stephanie shifts position in the chair so that her legs can dangle over one of the arms and she pushes a bit of loose hair behind her ear. The look that she gives Bruce is hot and just a bit indolent, rebellious just the way that Bruce likes it.
“I know that you’re a dirty old man,” Stephanie says in a teasing tone as Bruce leans back in his chair and moves about until he’s finally comfortable. She relishes the look that he gives her as she twirls her hair around her fingers and licks her lips to draw attention to the bit of pale pink gloss that slicks them. “But humor me, Headmaster Wayne,” she drawls in a deliberately husky tone as Bruce lifts his fingers to undo the top button of his shirt. “What am I here for?”
She kicks her feet against the arm of the chair, smiling at the dull thud of her patent-leather Mary Janes against the hard wood. Waiting is part of the game as well, and Bruce plays it to his advantage as Stephanie pretends to ignore him.
Stephanie can feel his eyes on her skin; can feel him focusing on the strip of bared skin between the hem of the black pleated skirt and her thigh high stockings.
There’s a creaking sound as Bruce leans back in his chair and then a low rush of air makes Stephanie look up. Bruce is standing now, palms pressed flat to the top of his desk with a fierce stare making Stephanie’s breath hitch. He looks her over from head to toe, gaze lingering on the gap at the top of her pressed shirt where a few of the dark blue buttons have been undone.
Stephanie has to fight the urge to moan from that look. She squirms again, rocking her hips in an instinctive little motion that causes her clit to rub up against the slightly rough cotton of her panties.
She can’t stop the soft squeak that escapes her lips.
Bruce certainly doesn’t miss it. He smiles at Stephanie and then crooks his fingers at her in a come-hither gesture. “Do you seriously want to know why you’re here,” he asks in a deep tone that’s almost a growl.
Stephanie grins and then nods just before she sets her feet flat on the ground and gets up out of the chair. “Of course I do.” She starts to walk over to Bruce’s desk, hips swinging and causing the bottom of her skirt to flare out and draw attention to her firm thighs. “Are you going to tell me or do I have to ask again?”
“You’ve done something that deserves punishment.”
Stephanie raises one dark blonde brow at the older man and taps her fingertips against the polished wood grain of his desk. “Punishment,” she says. “What next? Are you going to ask me to bend over your desk so that you can spank me?”
The game is in full swing now, and Bruce only has to say a single phrase that keeps him perfectly in character while keeping Stephanie right on the edge. He gestures at the desk and smiles sharply.
“If you would be so kind, Miss Brown.”
