Many Journeys by Elleth  

Steeling

For the prompts:

Book Titles: Songs of Silk 
NSFW: Discipline 
Four Words: battalion, unsure, headstart, bliss

Morwen and Aerin perform a necessary exercise. (CW for implied abuse as reason for this scene. NSFW.)

Aerin twists under the warm palm stroking her ass through the worn silk shift - old, too expensive for the likes of her now. She pushes upward, bites her lips for quiet. It’s not a headstart into bliss, it’s a steeling exercise. Sharp smacks sing through the fabric lying flat again on heated skin, repeat until it feels like a battalion of unsure blows, and she imagines the red flush on the back of her thighs, before Morwen’s finger, almost cool, pushes to the center of her heat.

Her reward for the silence, and it’s from Morwen only she’ll take it.