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A glass of cranberry juice mixed with Pink Whitney sits on the floor beside the beanbag chair. Ophelia sits in it, eyes on her phone watching TikTok. She keeps scrolling, videos of cute animals, crafts, and the like pop up on her FYP. She down the glass, pouring more of the premade concoction that sits in a jug next to the glass. She's on her third glass and so far, Ophelia doesn't feel the effects. That being said, she spent the entire weekend drunk and on a sugar high. So Ophelia is definitely still hungover and on the way to being drunk again.

A single text to Judy notifying her that Ophelia is back but will see her tomorrow on Monday is the extent of communication she's had today. It's Sunday evening. She drove back to Nashville around noon. She spent a few hours cleaning her messy apartment and even went to the basement to wash clothes. As Ophelia watched the clothes spin in the washer she had almost thrown up since the sight made her dizzy. She's back in her apartment stretched out on the beanbag chair and finishing off the last of the Smirnoff Ice pink lemonades. Mixing her drinks was a good idea in Ophelia's book.

There's a knock at the door. She sways to her feet, glass in hand. It was probably Judy or Aunt Azalea. She checks the peephole and audibly groans at who she sees. "What?" She opens the door for Samantha.

Samantha's eyes look at her disheveled appearance up and down critically. "You're drunk."

"Yes ma'am." Ophelia shuts the door in her face. It only opens back up. She glares at the redhead. "By all means, come inside." She stumbles down the hallway and clumsily falls into her beanbag chair. The glass is empty so Ophelia pours another glass, drinking distractedly.

"Do you usually drink when you're upset?" Samantha walks inside, shoes off.

"No." Ophelia giggles. "I usually cry. Which I haven't done yet."

The redhead stands a foot away. She takes in the scene. Empty bottles of alcohol and food wrappers all surround Ophelia on the carpet. "When was the last time you drank water and ate something other than sweets?"

Ophelia downs her drink. She smacks her lips, savoring the sweet taste. "Thursday."

Samantha walks in a circle around her. "Mmm. Are you always this honest when drunk?" She has her hands in her pockets like usual. Which Ophelia finds lame, she wants to see her hands. It's one of Samantha's best features. She tells her as such and receives a chuckle. "You'll feel them soon, I promise."

"You promise?" Ophelia grins. She laughs at the older woman's hard glare. "The last time I was drunk was on my 21st birthday. I ran away from the bar and found a fire station. Apparently, the firetruck drove me back home, I have a picture of me with them on my phone." She grabs her phone but it slips from her fumbling fingers. "Dang it."

The redhead picks up Ophelia's phone and puts it in her back pocket. She then takes the empty glass from her hand and sets it far away. "Can you stand?"

"Yeah." Ophelia decided to show her and stands up. "See?"

Samantha smiles encouragingly. "Awesome! Can you show me to the bathroom? I have to go."

Ophelia grabs her arm and tugs Samantha forward. "Yeah, I can do that." She walks on two left feet to the bathroom. It's more Samantha leading them while Ophelia leans on her for support. "Yay, we made it!" She smiles at the other.

"Thank you, sweetheart." Samantha walks inside, her drunken companion still hanging onto her arm. "I'm going to pick you up now."

"Huh?" Ophelia tilts her head, lips pouted down in confusion.

She's picked up bridal style and placed inside the bathtub. Samantha quickly turns on the shower, all the way to the coldest setting. An inhuman scream lurches from the confines of Ophelia's chest. She tries to get out of the tub and away from the water but is held down by Samantha.

"This is to help you." Samantha holds her down so that Ophelia is on her back.

She kicks and claws at Samantha. Sputtering water Ophelia shrieks in rage. "Stop! Stop it!"

All Samantha does is tighten her grip. "If you calm down this will go a lot smoother."

Ages go by. Enough time has passed that the redhead no longer has to hold down Ophelia. She instead sits on the floor with her back to the wall. Samantha's clothes are soaked with water as well as the floor. Inside the tub, Ophelia stares up at the ceiling resigned to her cold soggy fate.

The water shuts off. "Stand up." Samantha holds out a towel in both hands. Ophelia stands and allows the redhead to wrap the towel around her shivering body. "Go dry off."

She does so without question. Naked inside her bedroom with the towel wrapped around her body, Ophelia rummages around for warm clothing. A knock announces Samantha's entrance. "I'm still looking for something to wear."

"I'll look. You sit down." Samantha carefully leads her over to the bed. It takes her a minute to find the thickest pair of sweatpants and a hoodie. She also grabs a bra, panties, socks, and a long-sleeve shirt. "Put these on." Samantha stands with her back to Ophelia after she places the clothing items on the bed beside Ophelia.

She hurries to get dressed, more awake now after the cold shower. Ophelia still feels off-kilter, but she knows when not to poke the bear. Dressed, she clears her throat. "Done."

Samantha turns around, face like stone. "Pack a bag, you're staying with me this week."

"This week?" Ophelia stands, goes to the closet, and grabs her duffle bag. "Like a few days?"

The redhead comes up behind her and starts choosing outfits. "No, you'll be staying with me all week. 7 days." She pulls out 2 long skirts, 1 dress, and a pair of dress pants that Ophelia never wore. Samantha then goes on to choose a few blouses, expertly matching them with the skirts and pants. She throws in a cardigan and a sweater. The entire time, Ophelia stands at the closet entrance dumbfounded. Samantha walks around her, folding each article of clothing and placing them in the duffle. "If you need more, we'll come back." She then goes and unplugs Ophelia's charger from the wall and throws it in with the clothes. "Go get your toothbrush and anything else you think you'll need."

Numbly, Ophelia does as she's ordered. She grabs her toothbrush, hair styling products, and her favorite lotion. Samantha had stopped her when she went to grab her hair-washing products, stating that she already had them at her place. In the end, Ophelia dumps all her items into the bag, watching it fill up with a pair of flats, her laptop and charger, and a throw blanket. Samantha hoists the bag up, and Ophelia eyes the veins in her forearm that strain from the weight. She sighs, blinking the delicious sight away. She grabs her pillow and tells the other that she's ready.

With a hand on her lower back, the older woman guides Ophelia from the apartment. They turn off all the lights and unplug some appliances on the way out. In the hallway, Ophelia locks the door. When she goes to pocket the keys, Samantha makes a noise of discontent. "Uh uh, give them to me." She hands them over, puzzled as to why Samantha needs them.

Inside Samantha's apartment, Ophelia stands in the living room. Samantha points at the couch for her to sit on and disappears into the bedroom. She reemerges less than a second later without the duffle bag. Ophelia sits on the couch, watching as the redhead goes and fills a glass up to the brim with water. She shivered, remembering the awful punishment that the domme had subjected her to. Her stomach rolls at the thought of ingesting multiple glasses of water again.

"Drink this, and take these." Samantha has a bottle of Tylenol in her hand. She shakes out 2 pills and drops them into Ophelia's open hand. Ophelia takes them, drinking half the glass of water. When she's done, Ophelia sits with the cold glass in her hands. She palms at the smooth surface, nervous at the silence in the room.

Neither one of them goes to speak. Samantha stares, watching Ophelia with a keen gaze. The weight of her stare causes a chill to race up Ophelia's back. She shivers, knocking her knees together.

"Are you cold?" Samantha asks, taking the half-empty glass away. She sets it on a coaster on the coffee table.

Too anxiety-filled to speak, Ophelia shakes her head. At the downturn of Samantha's mouth, a clear sign of displeasure, Ophelia says "No." Remembering herself, she corrects. "No ma'am."

The displeasure on her face disappears briefly. "Ophelia, I would like to talk to you about why you left." It appears again. "We need to be honest with each other and I realize I failed you when I didn't offer an explanation about Thursday."

"There's nothing to discuss." Ophelia stares ahead. "I would like my punishment now."

Samantha raises an eyebrow feeling confused by the younger woman's behavior. "What?"

"You said I would 'feel your hands' so let's get it over with." She slides off the couch and moves to place her body over Samantha's lap. Ophelia lies there waiting patiently. She thinks 20 spankings might be it since that's the usual amount. "Well?"

Above her, Samantha's jaw ticks. "Fine. Punishment first then we talk." She raises her hand high and then brings it down.

Ophelia flinches expecting the sharp sting to her bottom. However, the soft pat that lightly taps her butt makes her jump a fraction. This continues 4 more times. "There we go. Now will you be my sweet girl again?" The redhead helps Ophelia to sit up. She wraps her arms around Ophelia, setting the submissive in her lap as she leans back on the couch.

Dumbfounded, Ophelia stares into blue eyes. "Why?" Her shock transforms into hot anger. "Why didn't you do it seriously?"

The older woman shrugs bringing their bodies closer. "You're hurting, there's no reason to punish you more."

"But I want it." She grits out, trying to wiggle out from the domme's grasp.

"I'm not going to hit you." Samantha forcefully tucks Ophelia's head underneath her chin. "Be a good girl and tell me what's bothering you." Ophelia doesn't answer. Her anger is burning even hotter at the childish treatment she's receiving. "We'll stay here all night until you decide to talk."

True to her words, Ophelia and Samantha sit in stubborn silence for over an hour. Neither woman makes a move to speak. Instead, Ophelia quietly stews and chooses to glare then scowl at the decorative pillow in front of her. Throughout the hour, Samantha alternates between gently rubbing the submissive's back to rocking them.

"You heard what I told Erica?" The younger woman finally loses the 'silent game'. Behind her, Samantha softly hums an affirmative. "I've never had a girlfriend. Honestly, I felt pressured to date my first boyfriend. My family kept questioning me about dating and I became afraid. I thought they would realize that I...." Ophelia bites her tongue. She can't even say it out loud. She's never said it out loud.

"That you're bisexual?" Samantha prompts, voice quiet.

"No, I don't like men." Ophelia shrinks in on herself. Hiding her face in the crook of Samantha's neck. "I like girls...women. I love women." Her heart beats wildly as fiery waves of nervous energy burn Ophelia's body. "I've never told anyone that."

"I'm so proud of you sweetheart." A kiss lands on her head. Inside Ophelia's chest a warmth blooms from those 6 words.

She continues on, relaxed by the redhead's presence. "My family. They-um...they don't approve." Ophelia clutches her hands under her knees.

"I know." Samantha kisses her head again. "I know."

Together both women sit in companionable silence for a while. Samantha continues to run sooting circles into the submissive's back while the younger woman begins to nod off. The stress of the day finally catching up with her. 

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

HELLO! 

Sorry for the late update!

I've been busy with grad school. This shit is hard.

No update this weekend. I have a paper due soon that I must focus on. 

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