You listen to him dress, and you listen to him leave like you knew he would

“And, uh, t-take that!” Morgana lightly swatted Carly on the butt again. Carly let out a moan, and Morgana turned to Nick, looking like an eager puppy hungry for a treat.

Nick was glad to see Morgana was being more confident. It was a good show of growth on her part, and he was proud of her. But he also felt a little unsettled.

“Is that all?” Carly asked with a throaty moan. She flashed a cheeky smile at Morgana, then turned her eyes towards Nick.

That look in her eyes… it made the uneasy feeling he had grow.

Then he caught a flicker of movement out of the corner of his eye. It was Mary! She was shifting uncomfortably on her seat, and chewing on her lip. Nick tore his eyes away from the scene in front of him for the first time, and looked at her.

She looked just as unsettled as he felt.

Nick wasn’t sure what to do here. Was Mary uncomfortable because of the scene itself, the subject matter, what? Or was it something deeper?

He didn’t want to interrupt what Morgana was doing, because it was for his sake. But he didn’t feel comfortable just letting his thoughts go unspoken, or Mary’s.

“What’s wrong?” He whispered to his wife.

Mary jumped in surprise. She bit her lip. “N-nothing, it’s just…”

Her voice trailed off as she felt Morgana’s eyes upon her. She was looking warily at the two of them, and Mary sank into her seat.

She gulped.

“S-sorry,” Mary apologized, looking down in shame. She didn’t mean to distract Morgana like that. She could see it all over the goth girl’s face, she was stunned and confused, and the confidence was draining out of her faster than the color was draining out of her cheeks.

“I just…” Mary knew that one of her worst qualities (or best, depending on who you asked) was her inability to just let things go. She knew that the right thing to do was swallow her misgivings and just let this play out, but…

She couldn’t.

“I think this is… missing something,” she said finally. Her face burned even hotter.

Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin looked back at Mary, confused. Carly propped herself up on her arms and had the same look of confusion on her face.

“Missing something?” She asked. “What are you talking about?”

Morgana looked petrified.

“It’s just… I-I kind of… don’t understand it?” Mary stammered. Her eyes flickered from the paralyzed Morgana to the women on the bed. “I get, um, why you’re… d-disciplining… Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin. Because, she, uh, is being a brat. So… yeah. But… what about Carly? Why are you spanking… her?”

That was the part that didn’t connect for Mary. She understood Morgana’s motivations, but as far as Carly was concerned, it didn’t click for her.

Nick flinched. That was it. The source of the unsettling feeling.

He didn’t have a lot of experience when it came to BDSM and sadomasochism. Most of his experience was related to Gina, who played things off a lot like Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin was doing right now, being a brat and taunting him until he “disciplined” her.

But… Carly was acting differently. Not that she couldn’t be a brat- Nick knew full well that she was more than capable of doing that. But…

Right now? She was just going along with Morgana, and enjoying herself. Morgana was giving discipline, but for what? Nick didn’t even know what the setting of this “roleplay” was supposed to be. Why was Carly getting punished?

Carly herself looked surprised. She glanced up at Morgana, and saw the look of horror on his face.

“…You’re not wrong, there,” Carly blurted out, shocking Morgana out of her stupor.

“EH!?” Morgana jumped in surprise. Her eyes went wide. “W-wait, what-what are you talking about?” She stammered, coming back to her senses. She looked quickly around the room, confused. The spatula felt heavy in her hand.

Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin let out a silent sigh of exasperation and rolled her eyes. She sank back down onto the bed and shook her head. Apparently, they wouldn’t be getting to the fun part any time soon.

Which just wouldn’t do at all.

“Morgana, I get what you’re trying to do,” Nick said, standing up and approaching the bed. Morgana pulled away, her eyes bugging out in surprise. This wasn’t part of the scenario, but what was she supposed to do? Tell him to sit down?

How would THAT work?!

“Morgana,” Nick said gently, looking into her eyes, “I really appreciate what you’re trying to do here. You’re acting out this fantasy for my sake, isn’t that right? Because of that dream of yours, that you had last night?”

Morgana swallowed and nodded. She glanced down at Carly for a second and then back up at Nick. “I-I did,” she confirmed. “It’s just, uh… w-well… also, I… I wanted to change myself. To become a more confident person!”

Nick could see that in her eyes. And he totally supported that decision on her part. “I’m on your side with that,” he assured Morgana with a smile. “In fact, I’m rooting for you to do the best you can here, you’ve been great so far!”

Morgana’s face brightened with relief as her confidence swelled back up, like Nick’s erection. “Do-do you mean that!?” She asked excitedly.

Nick nodded. “Yeah, I really do,” he said sincerely.

“But what Nick and Mary are saying is that the setting doesn’t quite fit,” Carly pointed out, sitting up on her slightly-sore ass. She flashed a charming smile and batted her eyelashes. “The best part of a play like this is, well… that the punishment feels cathartic. And I think we kind of missed that, in our haste to play the scene out,” Carly admitted with a shrug.

Morgana bit her lip. Carly wasn’t wrong there, she could see that…

“So… wh-what should we do, then?” Morgana questioned. It was too late to back out now. That would make things just feel completely weird and, frankly, a little insane, and Morgana didn’t want to seem like she was crazy.

“Well, it’s simple,” Carly said, sliding off the bed. She took the opportunity to strip out of her maid costume and present her naked body to Nick and Morgana. “We just need to find a pretext to punish me, that’s all.”

Her eyes flickered over to Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin for a second, who looked up at Carly, confused.

Carly licked her lips and moved in close to the assassin, and before she could even react-

…Well, no. Any other woman would have been caught completely by surprise by Carly’s attempt to kiss her out of the blue. But Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin was a trained killer with superhuman reflexes, and she snapped out her gloved hand, grabbed Carly by the wrist, and yanked her down to the floor, leaving her where she was. The cold-eyed woman glared down at her, scowling.

“Carly!” Nick was at a loss for words. Like all the women in the room who had names, he hadn’t responded to Carly’s actions a little too late. He looked at Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin in concern, and their eyes met.

She looked… tense. He couldn’t really blame her.

“Carly… what were you trying to do?” He asked with a sigh. He gestured to Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin. “Can you let her go, please?”

Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin looked like she would rather do anything but. With a silent sigh of exasperation, she let go of Carly and crossed her arms over her chest, and scowled. But she obliged him all the same.

“Sorry,” Carly apologized sheepishly. She stood up and brushed herself off. “I was just trying to have a little bit of fun, but, well…”

She glanced at Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin, who stuck her tongue out at her in response, not accepting the apology at all.

“…I think she was trying to kiss her?” Mary questioned. That’s what she could see from her seat. “That’s, uh… I don’t even know what to say.”

“That’s right, just a little game,” Carly said, touching her fingers to her lips. “I was kind of curious what sort of fetishes our cute little assassin might have.” She winked at the other girl, who rolled her eyes in response. But her face softened, and she wasn’t glaring anymore, so Nick took that as a good sign.

Morgana bit her lip. “Is that… really okay?” She asked, not sure what to say.

Carly shrugged. “Sure it is!” She chirped. “Why wouldn’t it be?”

“I think what Carly means is that it’s not okay,” Nick stepped in. “She wanted to do something ‘bad’ so you’d have a reason to punish her.”

Carly snapped her fingers and pointed at Nick with a nod.

“…Oh.” Morgana looked a little confused for a second there. Then she shrugged, not sure what else to say to that.

“I mean, it’s not the worst plan, right?” Carly pointed out.

Nick could see where she was coming from. He wasn’t sure if he totally agreed, but he wasn’t going to make a giant fuss about it, or anything. He was just… a little uncertain if this was the proper course of action, that was all.

But nothing he said would likely have an impact on Carly when she set her mind to something.

“Then again… maybe there is something else we could do?” Carly’s eyes slid from the assassin, and landed on Mary.

Mary wasn’t nearly as adept at fending off surprise attacks as the trained killer. But Carly was a lot further away from her, so she at least had enough time to leap to her feet and wave her hands frantically at the other woman. “Wait! Hold on a second!” She gasped, not wanting to be kissed by another woman like this.

Luckily, Carly was kind enough to understand that position. Which was why, instead of planting a big ol’ smooch on Mary’s open mouth, she just kissed her lightly on the cheek.

Mary recoiled in surprise, but relaxed, even though her face was burning. “What… what was that for?” She grumbled, leering at Carly in frustration. “You didn’t have to do that…”

“I know,” Carly replied. “But hey- it was fun.”

She turned to Nick and wiggled her eyebrows. “I’m soooooo sorry, Nick,” she said with exaggerated remorse aching in her voice. “It was so presumptuous of me, to kiss your wife like that. It’s really not something I should have done…”

Nick didn’t really know what to say to that. He just stared at Carly, confused. Well… he supposed he understood her reasoning, at least, even if it was a little ridiculous. For Carly to make this much of a fuss about… well, everything, it seemed kind of…

Twisted?

But she had, at least, given Morgana a pretext for her deserving to be punished, so that wasn’t something he could necessarily oppose.

“Okay, well… Morgana, I think, um, that Carly has done something bad,” he said, unable to keep the awkwardness out of his voice, “kissing Mary like that. Wouldn’t you agree?”

Morgana stared blankly at him, not getting it.

Nick gently elbowed her in the side.

“Oh!” She jumped in surprise, as realization dawned on her. “Oh, yes, yes! You’re absolutely right!” She said, nodding swiftly. “Yes, um… kissing, kissing Mary, like-like that, that’s, uh, n-not, um, not okay! So, uh…”

She held up her spatula like a sword and pointed it at Carly, which was a rather ridiculous display, in the cosplayer’s opinion, but quite adorable and very on-brand for Morgana, she had to admit.

Carly cracked an amused grin. “Well, okay, then, I surrender,” she relented, holding up her hands. She walked back over to the bed, shaking her enhanced ass as she passed Nick by, and climbed onto the mattress again and resumed her original pose. “I humbly submit myself… to your… aggressive reeducation…” she purred.

Morgana gulped. She wasn’t sure what to say to that. She looked over at Nick, who was equally perplexed. But he was also glad that they could finally get things moving.

Not nearly as glad as Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin, though.

“W-wait!” Mary gasped. She was still holding her cheek, and the rest of her face was burning crimson. “I don’t… I don’t understand, why-?!”

“Well, for one reason…” Carly looked up at Mary and wiggled her eyebrows. “Now, I have a fetish of yours, Mary…”

Mary let out a squeak.

“Oooh!” Holly leaned in eagerly and licked her lips. “This is getting interesting, now!” She giggled gleefully. “So… Mary here, what sort of fetish could you have given Carly, now, I wonder, hmmmmmmm?” She asked, knowing full well what fetish Carly was likely to have inherited from the flustered woman.

After all, Mary was a fairly vanilla woman. Unlike Holly, who possessed such a rich and varied selection of fetishes that Carly would never be able to guess which one she passed on if the two of them made contact, Mary really only had one significant fetish that Holly suspected would meet the bill. Everything else was way too specific to her as a person.

“Tell me, Carly,” Holly asked from her cage, wiggling her eyebrows. “How does it feel to have Emmy back? To be a mom, again?”

“Huh!?” Carly jerked up from her bed in shock.

“Holly…” Nick glanced at Holly and gave her a warning look. He wasn’t sure he liked the direction she was going with this, and he definitely didn’t like Holly bringing up Emmy in a sexual context, even if it wasn’t direct.

“Hey, sor-ry, I was just asking,” Holly said, raising her hands. “Since she’s probably inherited Mary’s fetish for, ahem… …Fertility.”

The bluntness of her declaration made Mary go stiff. And it made Nick go stiff, in a different way.

Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin looked confused, then stunned, then, for a moment, jealous, before returning to her original state of exasperation. She sighed silently and shook her head, and glanced sharply over at Morgana past the stunned and confused Carly.

“HEY!”

Morgana smacked the spatula down on the bedframe so hard, the smack it made echoed through the Master’s Suite. For a second, she was afraid that she was going to break the thing!

But she had accomplished what she’d set out to do, to an extent. All eyes were on her, now, for better or worse.

Right now, Morgana definitely felt “worse”. She gulped and looked uneasily around at the others, feeling a wave of doubt rise up again, no matter how hard she wanted to remain in control. She forced those feelings down and stood her ground, looking fiercely around the room.

“I’m still in ch-charge, here!” She barked out, looking like she couldn’t be less in charge if she tried. “Don’t… don’t look down on me!”

Morgana was, quite frankly, adorable, in Nick’s opinion. He had to resist the urge to say that out loud, though, and make her feel even more self-conscious. But it was the truth, as far as he was concerned. Her determination to see this through, even though the scenario had gone completely off the rails, was admirable.

“Mary, um… pl-please, sit back down,” Morgana said, pointing the spatula at Mary.

“Uh…” Mary’s mouth dropped open, and without saying another word, she returned to her seat. Too much had happened in the last five minutes for her to make a big deal out of anything, at this point. She was too flustered and confused.

Morgana sighed in relief. Then, she turned and looked at Nick. He saw the pleading gleam in her eyes, and didn’t need to be told twice. Or even once, for that matter. He knew how important this was too Morgana, and that she couldn’t really give him orders without breaking the fidelity of their little “role-play” here.

“Yeah, sure,” he said, sitting down as well.

“Now, um, H-Holly, please, stop talking,” Morgana chastised her. She scrunched up her face to look as mean as possible. “Unless, you’d like to join these two on the bed, perhaps?”

Holly opened her mouth. She was about to tell Morgana how bad of a threat that was, because there was nothing she’d like more. But she restrained herself. Being cheeky and flirty would only make things worse, and more uncomfortable for the goth girl. So, she closed her mouth and nodded quietly.

That just left Carly. Morgana looked at the cheeky cosplayer. Somehow, Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin had gone from the biggest troublemaker in the room to the most obedient. Even the assassin herself was surprised at that.

“Carly, um…” Morgana’s hand trembled, but she forced herself not to let her voice do the same. She looked sharply at Carly, and tightened her resolve. “Return to your original position,” she ordered, trying to sound mean.

To her relief, Carly complied. But Morgana wasn’t done yet. It wasn’t enough for Carly to do what she was told- Morgana needed to assert her dominance, or else she wouldn’t be able to regain the flow of the room.

So, even though Carly was following her instructions, Morgana still swatted her on the butt with her spatula.

“Ah!” Carly gasped, jumping slightly. She looked back at Morgana with her mouth open in questioning surprise.

Morgana looked sharply at her.

“That was for not moving fast enough!” She scolded the other girl. “You’ve been a bad girl, kissing your master’s wife like that, when you’re j-just, a, um, l-lowly maid!” She scolded Carly.

Carly’s eyes widened and she nodded, approving of Morgana’s sudden improvisation. That actually worked perfectly for their little setup!

“And, not only that, um… you have other things you need to be punished for, as well!” Morgana knew she was getting a little carried away, but she didn’t care. “Like, for example… thinking you can, uh… pre-presume to trick your master into getting you pregnant, when only HE can decide when that’s going to happen, you baby-crazy b-b-b-bitch!”

Morgana nearly bit her tongue off with that last part. But she stuck by it, even as Carly looked at her in stunned shock. Mary’s mouth dropped open. Holly rolled on the floor of her cage in laughter, Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin smirked, and Nick tried to ignore how hot that sounded as best he could.

But it wasn’t easy.