### IRLove
{(set: $lostGame to false)
Leena could feel the heat from the plasma bolt on her cheek as it flashed past her face. Her battlebunny power armor was in bad shape, multiple flashing lights and alarms blared in her ears, she was losing suit pressure quickly, but if she could just beat this level, she'd get a full repair. She aimed both her railguns down the mothership's throat and pulled the triggers. *Click.* No ammo? Shit. Shit! Seeing its opportunity, the mothership fired its main cannon, incinerating her armor, and then her avatar in a gout of green light.}
GAME OVER.
PLAY AGAIN?
She tossed the VR helmet aside, cringing only a little bit when the expensive piece of tech bounced off the couch cushions and clattered to the floor of her apartment. With the advent of true neural integration into VR systems, their popularity exploded. Simulating any type of stimulus was now doable from the comfort of a living room couch with the subject entering a kind of dual awareness fugue state. It was a marvel of modern technology, but right now, it was being a BASTARD.
Leena scrolled through her social media for a while, munching on some snacks, until she got the notification she was looking for.
"I'm ready when you are kitten."
Lady Andromeda - 4:28PM
"EEEE okay hang on"
Princess Leena - 4:29PM
She grabbed the helmet and slammed it onto her head, mentally dialing up the public 'verse she and Lady Andromeda always met at. A fountain courtyard hanging in a neon nebula rebounded in front of her eyes like a rubber sheet. Quickly selecting her default avatar, she spotted her date, standing beneath a hot pink willow tree. Lady Andromeda may have been the name that crowned the woman's virtual head, but only Leena knew her real name, Shelby. The avatar Shelby inhabited was one that Leena had seen before, but was always impressed at the sight of. A flowing gown made of animated starlight. Like a 90's screensaver. Shelby's avatar was also much larger than Leena's, most likely 7-8 feet tall and proportionally sized. Leena's was more grounded, her pink battlebunny jumpsuit and aquamarine hair. Simple, but stylish.
[[Continue.|1]]### Warning!
This game contains scenes of spanking, analingus, breastfeeding, and ageplay.
''DO NOT PLAY IF ANY OF THOSE THINGS SQUICKS YOU OUT!''
[[Continue.|Introduction]]"Hello kitten, how did your game go?" Shelby asked as Leena drew closer.
"Ugh, lousy. I keep dying to the level eight boss like a bitch."
An eyebrow jumped up on Shelby's virtual face.
"Uh, I mean... Like a buhhh-ad person." Leena blushed irl, her avatar reflecting that.
"It seems that we'll be discussing your swearing later, won't we my dear?"
"Yes ma'am..." Leena said in a small voice.
"How are things going outside of gaming?"
"Oh! Pretty good! I got hired on as an intern with this design firm in Toronto. I start virtually on Monday."
"That's very good to hear!" Shelby offered a hand. "Shall we?"
Leena took it, accepting the private 'verse invite and watching a new scene rebound before her eyes. It was a nightbound beach, the sky unusually bright and star-filled, the lights from a small seaside town glowing invitingly behind the pair. Leena felt the sand under her feet, the wind sweeping salt spray and ocean smell up to her nose. It was identical to the real thing.
"Wow, this is great Shelby! I really like all the attention to detail!"
"Thank you, I was up late last night trying to get this one finished for you today. I'll have you know that I blew off this banker guy with an action hero avatar in order to make this 'verse extra special for you."
"As if you'd be interested in a guy like that anyway." Leena quipped and the pair laughed. "Okay, but you've got to let me pay you for this one Shel, this is way too much work for free."
"Nope. Not accepting any payment from you young lady."
"Why not?"
"Because I don't want our relationship to involve money. I make enough from my other clients."
Leena couldn't argue with that and decided not to say anything. A lighthouse burst into life out on a distant cape, its beam rotating languidly around the scene.
[[Continue|2]]Leena turned around to see a large, armless chair in the middle of an isolated patch of wood floor on the beach. Shelby sat down, the chair looking normal sized with her sitting in it.
"Come on kitten, you know what to do." Shelby said.
Leena did the required mental gymnastics to change her avatar's clothes and approached Shelby.
"Oh, that is sweet." The other woman remarked at her cupcake patterned PJs.
"I also did some preparation for today." Leena smiled.
"Well, let's take advantage of that, shall we?" With that, the woman picked Leena up like a child and placed her over her lap. Leena felt as if she were draped over a horse, the size difference most evident when they were close like this. She could feel the silky texture of the starfield gown under her and sighed contentedly.
"You know you spoil me." She said.
"Oh, but you do the same to me kitten." Shelby said, tugging the PJ bottoms down and exposing the girl's backside to the cool night air. "Remember to turn your pain limiter off. I don't want any of this to be wasted." Leena mentally flicked the limiter's switch, silencing all the auditory and visual warnings that suddenly appeared. Turning off one's pain limiter was heavily discouraged in VR due to a rash of unscrupulous sadists in the early days of the net creating 'verses specifically designed to inflict pain, traumatizing users and tripping the heart-rate failsafes on their helmets.
Leena never had to worry about that though because as long as she was in one of Shelby's 'verses, she knew she was safe.
"Are you ready my dear?" The other woman asked.
"Yah."
With that, Shelby began swatting the girl's upturned backside, delighting at the way her firm little tush bounced under her hand.
Leena giggled, the spanking more pleasant than anything thanks to Shelby's careful manipulation of the neural signaling in this 'verse. Each swat was like a stingy kiss, blossoming into pitter patters of euphoria. This was why Lady Andromeda was one of the most popular 'verse-builders on the VR net. The domme thing was just a side hustle to her, this was where her real art was. Painting with all the colors of the human nervous system.
[[Continue.|3]]Leena squawked at a particularly hard swat which somehow reminded her of a rose's thorn and old books at the same time. "Do you like my bottom?" She asked cutely.
Shelby smirked at the question. Leena knew full well that her avatar's blood was a color cycling rainbow, so her backside was starting to look like a confused octopus. "I think I prefer normal redness my dear."
Leena huffed exaggeratedly. "Fiiiine. You're no fun." The dancing colors suddenly halted on a natural pale pink.
"Much better. Are we thinking about why swearing in front of your domme is a bad idea?"
In between two bubblegum flavored swats, Leena replied: "Something like that. Ouch! Hey, that was just a regular one!"
"Gotta keep you on your toes, don't I?"
"Yes ma'am... Hey, so valentine's day is next weekend, do you want to do something?"
"Trying to butter me up Leenie? You're still gonna get a proper spanking no matter what." Shelby replied between smacks.
"No! Well maybe a little... Ouch! I just thought it would be fun."
"I think it would be fun too. Yes, let's do something. No gifts though."
"Right, okay." Leena said, absolutely planning to ignore those instructions.
Several minutes of heavier swats later and the girl was feeling pleasantly floaty and soft. Shelby cradled her in her lap and uncovered one of her copious breasts, offering the nipple to Leena who took it into her mouth. The flavor of the liquid therein was one of Shelby's specialties. It skirted right over most of the olfactory processing and went right for baser brain functions. It "tasted" like safety, and warmth, and mostly, love. She wrapped her arms around the bigger woman, lost in the ecstasy of the neuron massage she was experiencing. Of course, Shelby had manipulated the sensation for herself as well, but hers was more about raw dopamine. She leaned back in the chair, luxuriating in her work.
[[Continue.|4]]It was impossible to sleep in VR, but Leena was as close as you could get. Her breathing, heart rate, and brain activity lingering just above tripping her helmet's failsafes.
"How are we feeling little one?" Shelby asked.
A lethargic nod was her only response.
She brushed the aquamarine hair out of the girl's face. These were her favorite moments. Manipulating sensations and watching the reactions to that was fun enough, but this was real.
"I love you." A tiny voice murmured into Shelby's abdomen.
"I love you too my dear."
Leena was starting to rouse herself now. "I'm starting to get hungry, I think I should go take care of this. Will you still be here in an hour or so?"
"I'm sorry sweetheart, I've got a client that I need to see."
"Oh, okay. Maybe I'll try to get past that level again!"
"Let me know how it goes!"
"Will do!" Leena said, standing up and kissing the other woman. "See you later!"
With that, the girl winked out of existence. Shelby stood up, watching the virtual waves lapping the shore. VR had only been around for a handful of years, but these younger folks were taking to it with alarming ease. Some of them lived nearly their whole life in VR, but Shelby was old enough to prefer in person interaction over this. Granted, VR had provided her with a more than adequate budget to fund a modest lifestyle, but there was something missing. There was a veil between her and Leena. She wasn't even sure what Leena actually looked like. Avatars were constructed from a template that was based on a person's mental image of themselves, but Leena was an *avatar artist*. She of all people could make herself look like anything she wanted without the facade being obvious.
Shelby resolved to ask soon. Maybe on Valentine's day. Even if the irl Leena wasn't who she said she was or she lived far away, it didn't matter. She wanted to meet the mind that she had been playing with for so long. She *needed* to know that this was real. But then, what was real anymore?
[[Continue.|5]]A few days later, Leena was swiping in another palette for the outfit she was working on. She thought that a null 'verse would help her focus, but the murky grey haze in all directions seemed to be doing the opposite. She wondered what Shelby was up to right now. She had clients that she saw in VR of course, but she hadn't shown up online since the previous night. Her social window pinged and her heart jumped.
"Hello."
Bluehat - 11:24AM
She couldn't help but feel a little disappointed at the message. Bluehat was a friend, but they weren't who she wanted right now.
"Hi Bluehat, what's up?"
Princess Leena - 11:25AM
"Nothing in particular, would you like to play something?"
Bluehat - 11:25AM
"Sure. Barrow Bolt?"
Princess Leena - 11:25AM
"Yes, that would be good."
Bluehat - 11:26AM
Leena saved her work and dialed up a game lobby. Bluehat appeared shortly afterward. In truth, Leena didn't know much about them. They'd never met irl, but that wasn't uncommon these days. What was uncommon was that they never really talked much about themself. She knew that they "worked in finance", but that was about it. Even their avatar didn't reveal much. A basic, androgynous template with a custom blue bowler hat.
"How are things?" Bluehat asked.
"Oh, they're pretty good."
"Are you still seeing Lady Andromeda?"
"Yep! Right now, I'm trying to figure out what she might want for Valentine's. Any ideas?"
Bluehat was pensive. "Perhaps something you made yourself?" They grimaced. "I am sorry, I cannot offer much in the way of advice in romantic decisions."
"Oh, you're fine!" Leena smiled. "Let's play?"
"Yes, let's."
[[Continue|6]]They both strode into the game's gateway and Leena found herself in a stone brick corridor with a torch in her hand. The object of Barrow Bolt was to acquire as much treasure as possible without dying to traps and get out before the tomb collapsed. She had on a rucksack which contained a length of rope with a grappling hook end, a knife, and a small satchel full of sand. Bluehat would be somewhere else in the maze, identically equipped.
READY? GO!
Leena sprinted through the hovering text, coming quickly to a split in the passage.
[[Go left.|6-left]]
[[Go right.|6-right]]Some time later, the pair entered a public play 'verse intended for fetish exhibitionism, slightly overwhelmed at that menagerie of acts, sexual and otherwise occuring around them. Shelby offered Leena a hand and she took it, following the taller woman to a central seating area.
"Hey Shelby?"
"Yes Leena?"
"Can I call you mommy?"
Shelby was flustered, but the title had a certain taboo appeal that she admitted was exciting. "Of course my little one."
The girl giggled excitedly as they sat together on a couch next to several couples doing some more traditional dom/sub scenes. She curled up next to her new mommy who offered her a breast. Leena took it, suckling, feeling the hot excitement of eyes on them both. Shelby pet her hair, cooing. "Mommy loves her baby girl."
[[Continue.|12]]She took the left passage and came upon a dead end with a small chest in one corner. Leena made to approach the chest, but she felt something click under her foot and she was falling into an abyss.
[[GAME OVER|6-gameOver]]She took the right path, snatching up a few gems from an alcove in a wall as she went. The next obstacle she came across was an obvious trap hallway, the pressure plates and dart holes evident.
[[Use knife.|6-right-knife]]
[[Use grappling hook.|6-right-rope]]{(set: $lostGame to true)
Leena popped back into existence in the game lobby and folded her arms, pouting as she watched Bluehat expertly complete the game from above. Soon enough, they appeared in the lobby as well to a chorus of fireworks.}
"Good game." Bluehat said. "Would you care for a rematch?"
She considered, but shook her head. "Not right now. I think I am going to try to work on a gift for Lady Andromeda."
"Sounds lovely. Good luck!" Bluehat said, vanishing from existence.
Leena dialed up her null 'verse again and created a new project. A full avatar this time.
[[Continue.|7]]She jammed the tip of the knife into a gap in the flagstones. Her aim was to pry up the tile and deactivate the trap's mechanism from underneath, but after a particularly aggressive push, the tip of the knife snapped, sending her sprawling directly onto a pressure plate which clicked beneath her. There was the whoosh of the darts, and then, nothing.
[[GAME OVER|6-gameOver]]Leena tossed the grappling hook at the ceiling, delighting in seeing the hook lodge into the tiles there. She swung across the trap hallway, landing safely on the other side and continued, grabbing several sacks of gold coins from the floor.
[[Continue|6-right-ropeSuccess]]She rounded a corner and came upon a hallway of whirling blades. With a little bit of investigation, she found a panel which when pried away revealed a collection of spinning gears.
[[Use sandbag.|6-blades-sandBag]]
[[Use knife.|6-blades-knife]]She forced the sandbag in between the spinning gears, smiling as its girth halted their rotatation, and in turn, the blades' rotation. As she was passing between the razor-sharp edges however, she heard a sound like cloth bursting and turned just in time to see a shining edge flying directly at her face.
[[GAME OVER|6-gameOver]]She forced the blade of the knife into the spinning gears and smiled as it completely halted them with a clang. With that, she made her way safely between the razor sharp edges and continued on.
[[Continue.|6-statue]]There was a rumbing in the distance as Leena came upon the exit hallway. Here in an alcove, stood a statue in whose hands was a small, golden idol. The rumbling however was getting closer, and she knew that if she lingered too long, the hallway would collapse around her and she'd instantly lose. Bluehat was good at this game though and their score would surely be better without the idol's help, wouldn't it?
[[Swap the idol!|6-win]]
[[Run for it!|6-ran]]{(set: $lostGame to false)
She'd seen that one movie enough times to know how to do this. She lifted the idol as she placed the sandbag down, doing her best to make sure not to trip the scale mechanism in the statue. The rumbling was turning into loud crashing as she stuffed the golden statuette into her bag and dashed towards the square of light in the distance. She felt the tickle of impending doom just at her back as her lungs heaved and her arms pumped. Soon enough, she'd skidded into the lobby where Bluehat was waiting for her, catching their breath. Fireworks began popping off around Leena and she smiled. Bluehat smiled back.}
"Good game." Bluehat said. "Would you care for a rematch?"
She considered, but shook her head. "Not right now. I think I am going to try to work on a gift for Lady Andromeda."
"Sounds lovely. Good luck!" Bluehat said, vanishing from existence.
Leena dialed up her null 'verse again and created a new project. A full avatar this time.
[[Continue.|7]]{(set: $lostGame to true)
She wasn't prepared to take any chances and dashed towards the square of light in the distance, the collapsing tunnel hot on her heels. She skidded into the lobby suddenly as Bluehat did the same, a chorus of fireworks popping off around them.}
"Good game." Bluehat said. "Would you care for a rematch?"
She considered, but shook her head. "Not right now. I think I am going to try to work on a gift for Lady Andromeda."
"Sounds lovely. Good luck!" Bluehat said, vanishing from existence.
Leena dialed up her null 'verse again and created a new project. A full avatar this time.
[[Continue.|7]]Several hours later, she was finished. Shelby's face had been left as-is, but Leena had worked on nearly everything else. The starfield dress had been swapped with something that resembled the whirling vortex of light and matter around a black hole. The base of the dress, a brilliant glow, descending into the blackest black where it met the waist and chest. Her hair had been redone completely, into a style which was reminiscent of zero gravity. The color, a cycling palette of nebular light. She'd made the avatar slightly taller, but that was more for Leena than it was for Shelby.
It was some of the best human-shaped work she'd done in a while. It might make Shelby cry, and she secretly hoped it would. Finally finished, she took off the VR helmet and collapsed into her nest of a bed.
[[Continue.|8]]Eventually, the day Leena had been waiting for came. It was Valentine's day, and she couldn't be more excited. She put her helmet on and booted the system. Soon enough, she was in one of the public 'verses, people watching and waiting for a message from Shelby.
"Hello kitten, how are you?"
Lady Andromeda - 6:02PM
"Good! Are you online?"
Princess Leena - 6:02PM
"Yes, just a moment."
Lady Andromeda - 6:03PM
Suddenly, Shelby was in front of her, smiling brightly, but looking tired.
"What's wrong? You look exhausted." Leena said.
"Oh, well I was up late last night." She paused. "Making something for you."
"What a coincidence, me too! Happy Valentine's day!" Leena said, swiping the avatar she had made into Shelby's inventory.
"What's this?" The woman made a face before her entire form suddenly changed. The avatar looked great on her, even better now that it was in motion. Her eyes were glossy and Leena internally celebrated. "I love it. Thank you so much kitten. Let me show you what I made you now." She offered a hand and Leena took it.
They found themselves standing amongst a forest of colossal redwood trees, the canopy dizzyingly high overhead. The trees themselves were as big around as houses, and Leena noticed that some of them indeed, *were* houses. A round doorway and warmly lit windows shone from one nearby and they entered, finding the interior as cozy and inviting as the exterior.
"This is wonderful Shelby!" Leena boggled. "How long did this take to make?"
"About 56 hours. You can walk in any direction for a really long time before you loop back to the other side. All hand done."
"It's great!" She kissed the other woman who was now tall enough that she had to stoop to receive it.
[[Continue.|9]]"I did say no gifts though." Shelby said, pulling Leena in close to her.
The girl pouted. "That's not fair though, you made me something too!"
"Yes, and I intend to thank you for it later, but first..." She took a seat on a nearby chair and patted her lap. "Bring me that cute little bottom."
Leena shuffled over to the now quite large lap waiting for her. Bending over it, her feet left the floor. Feeling so little and helpless, she was happy that she had decided to add some more size onto the avatar. Shelby could change the scale if she liked, but Leena was sure she wouldn't.
"How do you feel about playing today? Perhaps a little in public?" The woman asked, rubbing down the round globes of flesh before her.
Leena felt squirmy, giddy at the prospect, but only managed a nod.
"Good, once we're done here we'll go to one of the unrestricted public 'verses." She replied, beginning the spanking. As always, Leena's pain limiter was off for this and she could tell that Shelby was taking advantage of that. This was a "punishment" after all. Swats came tinged with cinnamon and spice. The warmth of the sun, and the heat of a bonfire on a chilly night. It was stinging in a way that invaded other senses besides just touch, knocking out mental support structures, and breaking the girl down in the most delicious kind of surrender. Swats would come that felt like prickling shame and enveloping safety all at once, pushing Leena closer and closer to the release they both wanted.
Then it came, tears flowing freely. A waterfall of release and catharsis in the arms of someone who radiated love and acceptance like the fireplace in the corner of the room radiated coziness. Leena cried the way that only Shelby could make her cry, the stinging, throbbing heat in her bottom just an afterthought now. The impetus, yes, but certainly not the source.
Shelby bundled her up safely in her large arms, cradling the girl and walking out of the room, into the forest. Pleasantly cool mists carressed the sore, tender flesh of Leena's backside as the entire forest seemed to echo the taller woman's soft singing. The trees swayed, the light danced, and the birds provided backing vocals to the most beautiful lullaby that she'd ever heard. She knew that she loved this woman. Another gout of tears, but these were a different kind.
Eventually, she was into that pseudo-sleep that Shelby always enjoyed inducing. The larger woman stroked her hair, and then they were elsewhere. High in one of the rooms at the top of a tree, the canopy spreading out like cloud cover below, visible through person-sized stained glass windows.
[[Continue.|10]]Leena was coming around now, sitting up on the chaise that Shelby had laid her on. "Wow, that was... That was something."
"All a part of your gift, my dear." Smiled the woman.
"I see, well maybe I should give you something now, hm?" She slunk over to where Shelby stood by a window and wrapped an arm about her waist, fingers questing. Shelby gestured, the dress vanishing to reveal her ivory skin, from head to toe. Even though Leena had designed this part too, she still found it especially pleasing to see it in motion. The fingers found their mark and the woman moaned. Leena knelt behind the tree trunk thick thighs and parted the mounds of flesh there, revealing her tongue's target. She pressed it against the opening, forcing inside while her fingers worked on the front. Shelby made no attempt to mask her pleasure, letting out moan after luxuriant moan. The touches continued, building in fervor, her tongue sliding in and out slowly.
An orgasm in VR was a lovely thing because although you could not stimulate one without the same kind of interaction as irl, you could manipulate or amplify the sensation to any length or intensity that you liked. 'Verses existed solely to extend a normal orgasm into an hours long, semi-spiritual experience. Only the very intrepid sought *that* out more than once.
Leena pushed and touched, eventually bringing Shelby to a minutes long screaming climax, before the pair both collapsed on the chaise together.
"How was that?" Leena asked.
Shelby gave a thumbs up, head lolling. The pair laughed. Once both of their staminas returned, they'd continue the fun in a public play 'verse, but for now, this was all either of them wanted. It was a perfect time to ask her the question.
"Hey Leena, how do you feel about meeting irl?" Shelby held her breath.
Leena had considered asking the same thing at several points in the past, but she'd had bad luck with other partners. Some people just wanted to exist in VR and nowhere else. "I'd love to!" She replied.
Shelby let out a long exhale and smiled brightly. "Oh, I'm excited now. Here let me send you my details."
Looking at the information that she'd just received, Leena was puzzled. "Wait, this says you live in the same building as me. Is that the correct address?"
Shelby frowned, double checking what she'd sent. "Um, well yes. It is."
"So you're telling me we've been dating in VR for eight months and we've been neighbors the whole time?"
"Yes, I suppose it seems that way."
"What a world."
[[Continue.|11]]Finally, the day of their in person meeting had come and Leena was strugling to pick out underwear. She ended up choosing a pair with pink strawberries on them, leaning hard into the "little" aesthetic. With 15 minutes left to spare, she stared in the mirror, heart racing. She was sure that Shelby would be every bit as lovely irl as she was in VR, but what if the other woman didn't like Leena? She was pretty enough, but her pale complexion and dark hair and eyes weren't particularly striking. At least not nearly as striking as she wished they could be. But that was VR thinking. This was real life. She needed to remember that.
With a deep breath, she smoothed her clothes out and headed for the elevator, descending to the ground floor where Shelby's apartment supposedly was. She knocked, heart in her throat.
The first thing she noticed was that the woman who answered the door was actually slightly shorter than her. The face nearly identical to the avatar she knew, but with the kind of facial lines that betrayed an age of 35-40. The woman smiled, and stepped aside and Leena walked through the doorway woodenly.
The apartment was quite different than her own, furnished not just to be utilitarian, but also to be cozy and pretty. Plants hung from hooks on walls and the wicker furniture was heavily padded and inviting. At the behest of her host, she sat on the couch while tea was fixed. With the silence beginning to stretch, she spoke, feeling like it had been the first time in ages. "Your apartment is really cute."
"Ah, thank you! Most of my time out of VR is spent on that couch reading." *Was this a bad idea?* Shelby felt a tinge of anxiety as the water boiled. She worried that she had ruined a good thing. Of course, the girl was just as pretty in real life as she was in VR, but she worried that her own appearance was disappointing. After all, there was no way she could actually be an 8 foot tall goddess. She brought the teacups to the coffee table and sat down across from her guest, crossing her legs. "All this time together, but now that we actually meet, we have nothing to talk about!"
Leena chuckled. "Yeah. Sorry. I just- It's been a while since I met someone, you know, like this."
"Well, I'm sure we'll both get used to it soon." She smiled.
The girl fidgetted on the sofa, looking anywhere but at Shelby. Suddenly, Leena stood up, nestling into the spot next to her. Her body felt so warm against Shelby's. That was the kind of thing that VR missed.
And then Leena kissed her.
[[Continue.|13]]"It's good to finally meet you mommy." Leena smiled sweetly.
Shelby took the girl's hand and kissed it. "It's good to finally meet you too baby."
She made a face. "So, if I told you that I've been a bad girl, what would that mean?"
"Well little one, it would mean that you'd be getting your first irl spanking."
Leena looked down sheepishly in a way that made Shelby want to eat her up. "Mommy, I've been a bad girl."
"Have you now?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. "I think that means someone's little bottom is about to be very red and ouchey."
The girl pouted, a wonderful riposte in this verbal dance they were having, but Shelby would not be swayed. "Go into the kitchen back there and fetch me the wooden spoon from the jar by the stove." She smiled to herself as Leena shuffled into the kitchen to do as she was told. With the spoon now in hand, she turned the girl over her lap, raised the short skirt, delighting at the cute panties underneath, and rubbed down her target. "Are you ready dear?" A nod was her reply and she began, with just her hand to start.
The reactions were the first lovely difference. VR did its best to pick up and display unconcious responses to things, but it wasn't perfect. The chorus of squeaks and yelps were delightful, but the little kicks and squirms were even more so. "Tell mommy what naughty girls get."
"Ooch! They get spankings?"
"Mhmm. On their bare. Little. Bottoms!" Each word preceeded a smack. Shelby grabbed the waistband of the cute underwear and tugged them off the wide hips of her charge.
Leena protested petulantly, but a swat of the spoon on her bare flesh silenced that quickly. The older woman delighted to see a round red splotch blossoming on the girl's left cheek. "Hang on tight dear." She said.
The next swats all came in a flurry, the spoon beating out a merciless tattoo against Leena's rapidly reddening bottom. Before long, the sniffles had become tears and Shelby cradled the crying girl in her lap. "There, there little one, we're all done." She sang the same lullaby that she had sung back in the 'verse she'd made for Valentine's day and it seemed to make the tears come harder.
[[Continue.|14]]Eventually once Leena had calmed down, she offered a nipple to the girl and she accepted it, suckling against the older woman's chest for some time as she continued singing.
It was only a few months after that that they'd both transfered to a larger apartment in the same building, together this time. Now, online and off, Leena called Shelby mommy, and they both couldn't be any happier.
[[Continue.|E]]=><=
### THE END
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