If Heather's evil glare was concerning, then her malicious smile was terrifying. She pinched your shirt and brought you up to her face, causing you to dangle in the air with your legs kicking out uselessly. Heather addressed you, a horrifying edge to her voice.
"Because of you, my cupcake is all smushed. Maybe you should know what that feels like. Let me give you a taste."
Heather let go of your body. You were still for a split second until gravity started doing its thing, pulling you down away from your captor's face. Instinctively, you flailed your arms, but that did not stop you from making hard contact with the ground. The impact winded you, and you tried to take a second to catch your breath, but this was interrupted by a shadow growing over you.
You looked up to see Heather's socked foot hurtling toward you. In your state, there was nothing you could do but watch as it came closer and closer to you.
THUD!
Heather's foot slammed down on top of you, plastering you into her sock. You tried to shimmy out from under it, but she just ground you down even harder. Your nose was also buried into the white cloth that was crushing you, so the air you were getting was far from fresh.
Your captor kept grinding her foot down onto you. "Now you know how my cupcake feels, being all smushed and stuck on the ground. Maybe now you won't make that mistake again."
After she spoke, Heather didn't do anything. She just stood there On top of you. Her weight was still crushing you, and you hoped that she would move soon.
After a few minutes, your wish came true and Heather moved her foot off of you. You examined the brunette, who had a self-satisfied glare on her face. There was nothing you could do but lay there as you tried to catch your breath. Once you composed yourself a little, you spoke up to the cruel girl who's brown eyes showed no mercy.
"I've learned my lesson Heather. I'm sorry, and I won't drop anything of yours again."
Her eyes met yours, and she started to laugh. "That's funny. By the way you're talking you'd think your punishment was over. Not by a longshot little guy."
Heather roughly grabbed your shirt once again, whipping you into the air. "I hope you're ready for part two of your punishment. I know I am."
With that, she threw you over to her couch. You hit the soft cushion on the back of the couch and bounced off, landing on the seat with all the grace of a bowling ball. At least this landing was a lot softer than the previous one.
You looked up to see Heather. More specifically, Heather's back. She didn't acknowledge you or pay you any attention as she lowered her legs. Her tan shorts came down like a meteor until Heather was on top of you, squishing you into the couch with her rear. She rubbed her butt on you, and you were slid across her cheeks from the friction in her jeans.
This new punishment had the advantage that it was on the couch, so at least there was some give under you now, but Heather readjusting herself was far from comfy. Finally, she settled, and you heard a TV turn on. At least she's found something to do, you thought sarcastically. You pondered how you got into this mess as the minutes passed.
After a few minutes, you heard whatever Heather was watching go to commercial. With the break in programming, she stood up. What you weren't expecting was to be brought up with her.
Heather looked down at the seat, and was confused when you weren't on the cushion. Then she laughed when she figured out what must have happened. Her hand reached for you, moving around her shorts for a bit before she found your body and peeled you off of her butt. She brought you once again to her face.
"Alright. I'm going to watch TV while I punish you. But since I'm such a nice owner. I'll let you decide how you get punished. You can either be my footstool or my seat cushion until I'm done. Once I'm bored, your punishment will be over."
What do you choose?
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