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Andrea senses Lena's presence before she sees her. She always could. Lena, so strong and domineering in the boardroom, always crumpled around her. Especially when Lena knows she has crossed a line.
Andrea had known this would happen. That Lena’s attitude would rear its ugly head the second Kara went to Argo. She and Kara worked so hard to constantly reassure Lena that they loved her, that they’d always give her what she needed to stay on the right track. Sometimes, Lena needs an extra reminder.
It wasn’t a matter of if Lena would do something to reassure herself that she’d still receive the attention she needed, but a matter of when.
Andrea looks away from her computer and turns her stern gaze towards the nervous silhouette in the doorway of her home office. Lena doesn’t speak, and Andrea can’t see her face, but she can feel Lena’s gaze on her.
“Either put yourself in the corner or close the door,” Andrea remarks. “I can’t concentrate when you’re staring at me.” She watches as Lena shifts on her feet, unable to tell which option Lena will choose. Andrea can’t force her to submit. Lena needs to decide if she accepts the punishment or not.
“Andrea, I’m sorry,” Lena murmurs. She steps into the office, pale features suddenly bathed in the warm light from the lamps. Andrea sighs through her nose, her eyes narrowing dangerously.
“I didn’t ask you to speak,” Andrea chastises. “You can stand in the corner and we can deal with your punishment, or you can leave my office and I will speak to you when I have moved past your infraction.”
Lena’s shoulders slump and her chin drops to her chest. Andrea watches her shuffle to the only empty corner in her office, a space kept free specifically for Lena. She smiles fondly at her girlfriend’s back. Andrea doubts the L-Corp board members would recognize their CEO like this.
Dark hair falls in waves, Lena’s face free of make-up. She looks smaller, almost innocent, decked out in flannel pajama pants and Kara’s much too large sweatshirt. Bare feet shift from side to side as Lena wrings her hands together. A beautiful picture of a repentant submissive.
“Stand still, Lena,” Andrea warns. “Hands on your head,” she adds, noting with satisfaction that Lena immediately complies. Andrea shuts her computer off and grabs a contract that she needs to read through by tomorrow.
She drops the contract on the sofa and lights the fire, moving deliberately so as to not startle the nervous one occupying the corner of her office. Andrea stokes the flames and watches Lena out of the corner of her eye, sighing as the troublemaker begins to fidget again.
Lena never could display patience whilst waiting for absolution.
Andrea crosses the room, causing a formidable shadow to cast on the wall in front of Lena. She pulls Lena’s pajama pants and underwear down to her knees and places a cool hand on her bottom. Andrea rubs gently, not missing the quiet moan that Lena doesn’t quite manage to stifle.
“Do you want this?” Andrea questions. She watches Lena’s jaw clench. It had already taken so much effort for Lena to plant herself in the corner, but Andrea needs to hear it. “I will still forgive you if you don’t wish to be punished. An apology would be more than sufficient for us to begin moving forward.” Andrea makes it clear that this isn’t required, nor is it for anyone’s benefit other than Lena.
“I want it, Ma’am.” Lena’s voice is quiet, strained. Requesting punishment is strangely harder than submitting.
“Are you sure, Lena? It will hurt and you will cry,” Andrea warns. She pats the bottom underneath her palm. “Unless you use your safeword, I won’t stop until I decide you’ve learned your lesson.”
“I understand, Ma’am,” Lena whispers.
“Very well,” Andrea nods. “Put your hands on the wall, girl.” Andrea watches Lena shiver, her hands shaking as they splay out against the walls either side of the corner. The position pushes Lena’s bottom against Andrea’s hand, and she ceases rubbing. “I want you to think about what you did and why you did it,” Andrea orders. “I also want you to think about what you could have done instead.”
“Yes, Ma’am.” Andrea sharply spanks each cheek, watching the pale flesh jiggle and blush pink. Lena yelps, but remains in position.
“A reminder for you to stay still,” Andrea states. Lena blushes, her eyes squeezing closed. Andrea always could reduce her to a penitent little brat with just her words. “Keep your hands on the wall and that bottom pushed out,” she instructs.
Andrea walks to the sofa, sitting elegantly with one leg crossed over the other. She delves into the contract, occasionally peeking over the papers to watch Lena.
Her relationship with Lena had always been difficult to describe. It started as more of an arrangement, Andrea being the one to step up when Lena needed to be held accountable for her actions.
It started platonically. Andrea had watched Lena fall into a downward spiral after a troubling phone call from her Mother. Lena was never like the other Luthors, and it showed in their treatment of her. Never truly loved or accepted, left to wander into adulthood with financial help only.
Andrea vividly remembers the day she found out Lena was seeing someone to keep her focused on college work, disciplining her when required. Lena hadn’t locked the bathroom door before showering, and her pink and bruised ass had been on show when Andrea walked in.
Lena had broken down, stumbling through an explanation as she cried into Andrea’s shoulder. For Lena, it wasn’t sexual. At least, not all of the time. She’d feel forgiven and safe, and in that moment she could pretend the hand striking her bottom belonged to someone who loved her.
To this day, Andrea is still surprised with how quickly she stepped up. It felt right, natural, for her to be that person for Lena. Neither of them truly meant for it to grow into something more, but there had been no real attempts to ignore the blossoming feelings.
Lena had since told Andrea, whilst drunk on scotch, that she was more like family than any of the Luthors had ever been. Andrea being the first person to truly love and accept her since her birth mother died.
Andrea knows that Lena thrives within their arrangement. Her required service, small chores and tasks staggered throughout the day, keeps her busy and her head a little less full. Andrea being Lena’s Mistress helps to keep her on the right track, guiding and punishing whenever necessary.
They weren’t completely exclusive when Kara Danvers came bounding into Lena’s life like an overeager puppy. Andrea had braced herself for the inevitable loss that never came.
Kara never found their relationship weird or wrong, or she at least was too in love to care. She'd listened to Lena's quiet explanation, and understood how important it was for Lena to have that in her life. Kara never seemed to be upset about her girlfriend warming another woman's bed.
For Andrea, it was simple. She and Lena could continue as they started, and Lena had another person to love, and help, her unconditionally. The occasional time when Kara climbed into Andrea's bed with them didn't exactly suck, either, but the boundaries are clear. They share a girlfriend and sometimes have fun together, but nothing more.
Andrea sighs, too lost in thought to continue with the contract for now. Her gaze lands on Lena's nervous form, her bottom lip catching between her teeth.
"Step out of your pants and underwear, girl, and come here," Andrea orders. Under her watchful eye Lena carefully folds her clothes and places them on the arm of the couch. "There," Andrea states, pointing to the spot in front of her.
Lena stands in front of her seated girlfriend, her clammy hands clasped across her stomach. Andrea's steel gaze inches up Lena's bare legs, slowly tracking upwards to meet bright green eyes.
"Tell me what you did." Andrea casually bounces her crossed leg, drawing circles with her ankle as she waits for Lena to respond.
"I was disrespectful to you, Ma'am," Lena shamefully whispers.
"How were you disrespectful?"
"I," Lena pauses, her eyes closing for a moment, "I purposely ignored our rules." Lena swallows thickly, "I didn't perform any of my required service and I hung up on you at work." Lena looks almost pitiful, regret and shame oozing from each pore.
"You hung up on me after telling me to go fuck myself," Andrea reminds her. "I believe this is the reaction you were looking for?" Andrea raises a brow, daring Lena to lie to her.
"Yes, Ma'am." Lena nods, gnawing on the inside of her cheek. What Lena doesn’t know is that Kara plans to come home tonight, but Andrea doesn’t want to tell her in case an unfortunate circumstance causes disappointment.
"I understand it scares you when Kara has to leave for a while," Andrea says. "I know you worry that she'll change her mind about you once there is some distance between you both. I assure you, Lena, that will never happen. Kara and I love you. Neither of us are going anywhere." Andrea sighs through her nose, studying the ball of anxiety in front of her.
"Tell me, Lena. What would have been an easier way to gain my attention?" Lena barely wins the fight against the urge to roll her eyes at the question. She knows exactly what Andrea wants to hear, and it’s humiliating that she’s being asked to say it out loud.
"I should have come to you, Lena mumbles, her eyes darting around the room. Her jaw clenches, waiting for the reprimand she knows is coming.
"Look at me when you're talking." The scold arrives, expected and cutting.. "I want you to be very clear, Lena, so there is no mistaking what you need," Andrea says, stern and unyielding.
"I felt myself falling apart," Lena snaps. Andrea's brow lifts at the tone, but she lets her continue. "I was testing you, okay? I needed to know you were still here."
Andrea sighs deeply, her tongue pushed against her teeth. If there is one thing Andrea can't abide, it's manipulation. She knows Lena didn't intend for it to be sneaky and dishonest, but that's exactly what it was. A trick.
"You are too smart and too good to be behaving like this," Andrea chastises. "I understand the need to push boundaries, I really do, but I refused to be tricked. There is no shame in asking for what you need, Lena."
Lena drops her head in shame. Andrea stands and closes the gap between them. Her finger tips Lena's chin upwards, forcing eye contact.
"This is not a game to me, girl, but your sneaky little plan has worked," Andrea murmurs, her face mere inches from Lena's. "Your outburst on the phone alone has earned you a trip across my lap. The manipulation on top of that will prove to be unfortunate for your behind."
“I’m sorry, Ma’am,” Lena whispers.
“I know, sweet one,” Andrea sighs. “Shall we get this over with so I can hold you?” she suggests. Lena nods, but doesn’t move. “Would you like me to help you?” Andrea offers, holding out her hand.
Lena slots her clammy, trembling hand into Andrea’s and allows herself to be tugged forward. Andrea guides Lena across her lap, softly shushing her whimpers. She rubs the soft skin presented to her, watching Lena carefully.
“What’s your safeword, Lena?” Andrea questions, her gentle hand attempting to relax tensed ass cheeks.
“Titanic.”
Andrea smiles. It never fails to warm her heart. They watched Titanic at least a dozen times during college, stealing Jack and Rose’s motto for themselves. You jump, I jump.
“And you’ll use it if you need to,” Andrea double checks.
“Yes, Ma’am.” Lena sounds solemn, the familiar position cementing the severity of her actions.
“Good girl.”
Lena hides her face in her arms, feeling Andrea’s hand settle on her lower back whilst the other gets to work. The first spank is nothing more than a gentle sting that fades just in time for the second to fall. It’s slow, methodical, but Lena is more than aware of the buzzing warmth spreading across her ass.
The pace quickens, Andrea’s hand clapping against the swell of Lena’s bottom with increasing force.
Lena whimpers when Andea’s arm wraps around her waist, holding her close as her knee lifts. The change in position gives Andrea access to sensitive sit spots, and Lena grits her teeth as the snacks continue to fall.
The stress and anxieties seem to seep from her body, the stinging radiating from her behind becoming the lone thought in her mind. Guilt abandons Lena in the form of tears that drip from her eyes, her chest heaving as she quietly sobs into the crook of her elbow.
“Almost done, sweet one,” Andrea murmurs. She grips Lena’s waist tighter, and she makes the last spanks count. Andrea’s hand claps forcefully down on the middle of Lena’s bottom, the tips of her fingers stinging her upper thighs. Twice more, and she’s done.
Lena’s sobbing, limply hung over Andrea’s firm knees as she cries away the remaining stress of her day.
Andrea blinks back her own tears, her hand rubbing punished flesh as she swallows her guilt. It works for Lena - helps her. She wants this, craves it, but Andrea doesn’t think she’ll get used to the sound of her girlfriend crying.
“You did so well, Lena,” Andrea coos. “Come now, let me hold you.” She helps Lena move, her heart melting at the way Lena scrambles into her arms. She holds her tight, one hand cradling Lena’s head against her shoulder, and the other tenderly soothing her warm bottom.
“Thank you,” Lena gasps out. Her body heaves against Andrea’s, and Lena clings to her as tightly as she possibly can.
“You’re such a good girl, Lena. I wish you could see how wonderful you are,” Andrea says. She rests her chin atop the crying one’s head, rocking them both ever so slightly. “Did it help?” she questions, her voice almost a whisper. Lena hums, nodding as she shyly burrows further into her Mistress’ embrace.
“Can we take a bath?” Lena asks, her voice muffled against Andrea's soft sweater.
"That would be nice," Andrea smiles, "but not yet. I think I'd like to hold my sweet girl for a little while longer. Is that okay with you?" Andrea turns her head, giving herself room to pepper Lena's head with kisses.
"Yes, ma'am." Lena preens under Andrea's affections, feeling lighter and protected. They stay there a while, Lena tucked against Andrea until there's a thump from upstairs.
The balcony door slams closed a moment later, and Lena’s head whips around to stare hopefully in the direction of the noise.
Andrea smiles softly, helping Lena to her feet. Kara, still in her super suit, is in the doorway before Lena can leave the office. Her arms are immediately full of a tearful Lena. Andrea watches Kara reassure her, soothing her tears and rubbing her back.
Kara’s eyes meet hers over the top of Lena’s head and Andrea gives her a small nod. Kara shoots her a rueful smile and reaches down to cup Lena's bottom.
"Andrea got you good, huh?" Kara remarks without an ounce of judgement in her tone. "Do you feel better, baby?"
"Yeah," Lena shakily replies. "Much better. We were going to take a bath, but…" Lena trails off and glances guiltily at Andrea.
"That can wait, sweet one," Andrea reassures her. Her smile is warm and wide, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "Why don't you find a night shirt to wear and then order some Chinese food for us," she suggests.
Lena nods, happy to have something to do, and relieved she doesn't have to pull pants on over her tender behind.
They wait for Lena to leave before sharing a knowing look. Kara has never punished Lena beyond restrictions and confiscations, and she respects Andrea's position as Lena's dominant, but she still wishes for more.
"I'm sorry for just barging in," Kara murmurs, pushing her desires down as she leans against the doorframe. Andrea rolls her eyes.
"You're always welcome here, Kara. You know that." Andrea narrows her eyes, her gaze roaming up and down Kara's body. "Rough couple of days?"
"Yeah," Kara chuckles. "You could say that. Clark's staying on Argo for the time being. Lois is pregnant."
"You say that like it's a bad thing," Andrea remarks, her arm lifting to rest on the back of the sofa.
"It's great news, seriously, I'm happy for them. It's just…" Kara sighs, scratching her brow as she winces. "It just means that I'll need to pick up the slack."
"Ah." Andrea purses her lips. "Well," she says, pushing herself to her feet, "luckily for you, the little troublemaker in the next room is a genius. And I just so happen to own a tech company," Andrea teases. Kara laughs, nodding as Andrea approaches her. "I'm sure if you asked nicely, we'll do whatever we can to help you."
"Thank you," Kara states. She walks with Andrea to the kitchen, feeling out of place around the immaculate marble. She glances at the sink, noticing the dishes that Lena has not yet cleaned. A part of her required service. "How bad was it?"
"It wasn't great," Andrea pulls a face, "but I nipped it in the bud." Andrea turns away from her and shoves her hands into the sink, gifting Lena some leeway just for tonight.
"I'm gonna check on Lena," she hears Kara say. Andrea hums a response and stares down into the dishwater. A hint of jealousy stirs within her, but she pushes it down. Kara is here for Lena, and Andrea needs to remember that.