Marinette's POV

As soon as Adrien mentioned punishment, I felt my panties dampen. I head to class and, after dropping all of my schoolwork from my week at home on the desk, sit in the back, as per usual.

"I heard she was in a mental hospital," I hear Alix say to Kim.

"Well clearly she needs to go back. They didn't fix her."

"Maybe you should learn how to whisper," I say, leaning up between them with a glare. They had the decency to look sheepish, but I don't buy anything from these people anymore. The class soon fills in and the lessons begin.

At lunch, I head home where I'm greeted by Adrien in my bedroom.

"Strip."

"Wha-?"

"Don't make me repeat myself, little girl."

"Yes, master." I quickly do as he commands, loving the way his eyes darken with each piece removed from my body.

He walks over to the chaise and sits down. "Come here. Bend over my lap."

As soon as I'm in position, he begins speaking as he palms my ass. "Do you know why you're in trouble?"

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, sir."

"You will receive five spankings. You will count each out loud. Every time you don't count, five more will be added. Do you understand?" I nod. "Words, Marinette."

"I understand." As soon as the words leave my mouth, he brings his flat palm quickly down to meet my ass, making me jump.

"One."

Again.

"Two."

Again.

"Th-three."

Again.

"F-our."

I don't want him to stop.

Smack.

Silence.

"Five more."

His hand comes down.

"One."

Again.

"Two."

Again.

"Three," I moan, my pussy dripping on his lap.

Again.

"Four."

Once more.

"Five." He massages my pink ass cheek, then swipes a finger through my slit.

"So wet. Is this for me, baby girl?"

"Yes, master."

He roughly thrusts his fingers into me, creating a fast pace designed to quickly bring me to climax. Just as I near the edge, he stops. I whine in protest. My body is flipped onto the chaise, and he quickly brings his mouth to my mound to take me all the way. As I climax, I scream his name, grinding my pussy on his face. When my breath finally returns, I see Adrien sitting at the end of my chaise with a shit-eating grin.

"As tasty as that treat was, maybe we should actually eat some lunch before we have to go back to school."

I glance down. "Maybe I should have a treat, too."

Before he can react, I'm on my knees in front of him, unzipping his jeans and releasing his member through the hole.

"Mar—" I don't let him finish my name before my mouth is on him, sucking like a lollipop. I bob my head, tongue teasing his hole. He groans my name and fists my hair, beginning to thrust into my mouth. I hollow out my cheeks and let him fuck my mouth to completion. I gag when his release fills my mouth, but I swallow anyways. Adrien falls back onto the chaise, panting.

"Jesus, Marinette."

"You're right. We need lunch." He looks at me in exasperation as I giggle, then we both clean up, get dressed, and head downstairs to eat.

After our meal, we head back to school. Unfortunately, the blissful ignorance we were in doesn't last, as we're greeted by the flock at the door.

"Adrien!" Lila throws herself into his arms. "I'm so glad you're okay!"

We exchange looks before he hesitantly asks, "why wouldn't I be okay?"

"It's okay, Adrien. You don't have to pretend anymore. We know she's been threatening you to make you hang out with her."

"Yeah! Why else would he hang around?"

"Maybe because he actually likes me?" I chime in, looking at them like they're stupid. They quickly pull him away from me.

"No one could like a whore like you!"

"Why didn't you just stay gone? Could have saved us all the trouble of dealing with you!"

"Now wait a minute-" Adrien doesn't get to finish his comment as the crowd grows louder with hateful things. I wear a mask of boredom, but the words fill the growing black hole inside me.

"Are you done yet?" I find myself asking, and they quickly come up with more insults to throw my way. I just walk past them and head to class, watching as they turn to coddle Adrien who looks pissed off. I just head to the bathroom and leave him to the wolves. He'll be fine. They at least like him.

As my hand wraps around the scissors in my bag, I can hear the disappointment I'll receive from Cat and Adrien.

"Marinette, no!" Tikki yells as I make the first cut, breaking down in sobs.

As the blade makes another trail, I feel relief in the stinging of the cut, and that causes me to sob harder.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." I keep repeating as I draw more crimson on my arm. Eventually, Tikki manages to wrestle the scissors away from me and throws them in the trash. She hugs my face and pulls me to the sink as I continue to cry. I calm down enough for Tikki to hide back in my bag while I wash my arm and fix my makeup.

Unfortunately for me, I never heard the door open.