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Mommy Lena Luthor x girl reader

Summary: Lena has been your mommy for a couple of years now, you have always behaved like a good girl, but work had been stressing you out recently and you find yourself taking out your anger on her by accident. She doesn’t want to punish you, but discipline is important and she wants to be sure you’ll learn how to communicate properly. After and during the punishment you start to regress and she notices it.

Warnings: she/her pronouns, smut, mommy kink, light spanking, scolding, discipline, slight exhibitionism kink, punishments, corner time, caning, reader goes non-verbal after the punishment, age play (pacifiers, diapers mention and breastfeeding mention), pet names (baby, little one, darling, sweetheart), everything is safe and consensual.

Words count: 2.6 k

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You were about to leave your office when your boss called you back grotesquely, almost like he was talking to an animal. That day you had worked more hours than expected, and you had not been able to rest even a minute; everything had contributed to make your day worse, but above all, to make you lose any communication skills that were not railing against the ones who were talking to you.

You had tried every possible method during those exhausting fifteen hours of work surrounded by misogynistic and careless men: camomiles, relaxing music and other coping techniques to avoid throwing fists left and right, but nothing had worked.

The company you worked for was a major addition to the company that your fiancée, Lena, ran. Everything that was discussed or decided, then passed through the office of the one who had complete control over you. Everyone knew about your relationship, so they were especially strict and mean to you, but you never dared to tell Lena the truth, as much as you could, you wanted to keep your humble role in the company and if she knew how they treated you, she would have forced you to stay home.

The job consisted in finding new ideas to advertise and promote the company in the United States and abroad, this also required long periods away from home, but you were always chosen to accompany the boss on her travels.

“Y/N come here!” the dirty and mean man called you from his black chair placed in the middle of the office.

You stopped in your steps, and taking a deep breath, you walked down the marble corridor, your heels making clicking noises at every step. Your voice was about to break from the stress and tears you had been holding back all afternoon, but you forced yourself to talk anyway. "Yes? How can I help you, Sir?" you asked nicely, placing your hand on the solid wood door frame.

“You look adorable in that little pink dress of yours”. He said smirking in such a pervert way your stomach almost turned upside down. It wasn’t your first time he harassed you, but you decided to ignore it. You muttered a “thank you” and left the office in tears, running for dear life towards the car waiting for you outside the building.

As soon as you got to the ground floor and then outside the building, the driver opened the door and closed it as soon as he knew you were inside. The driver was a trusted man who had worked for the Luthors for many years, so he knew he didn’t have to ask questions about the state you were in. All he asked you for was confirmation of where you were going: the building where Lena worked.

In the back of the car, you tried to fix your makeup to the best of your ability, and to calm down before facing everyone you would meet in the next few minutes. You looked at the phone, but the messages you had sent to your girlfriend previously, still had to be seen. It was probably a busy day for her too. You couldn’t wait to spend a nice evening with her... and maybe... regress to enjoy your mommy all night.

As soon as you got to the company, you’d be on the top floor in Lena’s office. You knew that by now you would definitely have found the door open and could get comfortable on the chair or sofa if she wasn’t in her office. Normally at this time she was checking the daily work of the company, so with a nice sigh, you sat in the comfortable and fresh leather chair, your head was pulsating more and more and you seemed to be able to become small at any moment.

“Look at my baby girl!” You heard her happily screaming as soon as she landed foot in her office. The happy brunette entered her office with great joy, her black outfit giving a great contrast with her voice. “It’s so nice to see you! How was work today? Any good or bad news?”

And there she was, a Lena too happy and loud for your taste. Your eyes crossed for a few seconds and then looked back at each other. Her enthusiasm almost got on your nerves: you had spent all day receiving harassment and insults while she enjoyed the good life sitting at her shiny desk, life was unfair. You raised your eyes, immediately drawing her attention. “It was fine… as usual” you huffed denying her of a smile or even a look.

Lena was good at understanding your feelings, that was her role, especially when you were so small that you couldn’t communicate in any way. But at that precise moment, she made the wrong choice: to encourage you to smile and propose plans for the evening.

“Okay! So, I have planned a wonderful time for tonight! dinner in our favorite restaurant, the Italian one, and then how about a drink in the bar where we first met? would be a great idea to spend the evening in company and you know... remember how beautiful was our first night together"

“You are joking? Right?” You subtly laughed resting your head in your hands, your anger about to come out on the only one person you wouldn’t want for it to come out. “Tell me you are fucking joking”

“Baby, are you fin-“

“Do I look fine?” Your fists clenched and landed on her pristine desk, cracking the glass right in the middle of it. Lena didn’t even finch, she was used to rage outbursts, just not… yours. “Do I look like I want to enjoy a nice evening” you said the last two words mocking her voice. “I can’t stand anymore voices, anymore plans! I’m fed up with everything, and you are here making plans!? What kind of a fucking girlfriend are you?” Tears sliding down your flushed cheeks.

You looked down at the broken desk, not daring to lift your head. You know how dangerous her silence could be. You were now standing, having difficulty deciding your next move. You decided to stay silent and wait for her response.

You heard the sound of her heels coming closer and closer to you, your hands trembling, but you were afraid to hint at any movement. From the beginning of the dynamic, Lena had always shown that she was a sympathetic Mommy, who empathized with every whim of yours and helped you to be better, but that doesn’t mean she wasn’t strict in giving discipline, and this was the first time you ever spoke to her like that.

You expected her to match your anger, to yank your hair back and make you kneel at her feet, but instead, her voice was calm… dangerously calm. “Remove your dress and heels, place them on the chair and then bend over the desk, I’ll be removing you panties myself once you are in position”

You knew better than to disobey further, tears already wetting your hands and neck. “Yes Mommy, I-I’m sorry” you tried to apologize.

“Every word I didn’t ask you to pronounce will worth a smack with the cane on your thighs, so choose wisely what to do” her voice stern, advising you on your next moves.

You did as she asked: Your dress and your heels were laid on the chair, your breasts felt the cold of the office, and your nipples soon hardened. When you turned to assume the position, you noticed the open door at the end of the room, and for the first time since your words left your mouth, your looks met. She quickly understood what you wanted to ask. “The door will remain open, I don’t care if someone sees me giving you the discipline you deserve”

You nodded, remembering how much she liked humiliating you in front of her work team. You stood up, bent over the frosty glass of your desk with only your cotton panties on. You knew this was a decision of the both of you, you could have stopped everything with a single word, but it was important for you to be able to vent like this.

You had never been punished like this: they were usually just a couple of spanks on her knees, never standing or bent like this. You had never used objects other than her brush, and that was enough, but you both decided what was a limit and what wasn’t, and you knew that she would waste the opportunity to use one of the tools that you were least waiting to try: the cane.

You trembled and whimpered, fear making you jump at whatever noise. “Color?” She asked placing a soothing hand on your lower back.

“Green” you whispered. A sharp and merciless smack landed on your sitting spot, making you joint forward, your nipples brushing on the broken glass. You forced yourself to silently look straight, not wanting everyone to hear your whimpers.

“Louder” she commanded. “You weren’t so shy to talk just a few minutes ago, you seem to have a pretty good loud voice” she teased rubbing the spot she just hit. She knew how to push your weaknesses, your guilt of misbehaving to the one and only person you trusted with your life. “Come on, louder” she encouraged with a lighter smack.

“Green, Momm-Mistress” you corrected yourself, not sure on how she’d like to be called during such a punishment. Sniffles started leaving your throat and nose, scared you wouldn’t be mommy’s good girl anymore.

“I’m still your Mommy, this punishment doesn’t change anything between us. I’m teaching you that the way you just communicated with me was not right nor respectful, understood?”.

You could only nod, thinking of your luck for finding such a sympathetic girlfriend even in the most delicate moments. She continued to spank you several times, until your ass turned crimson, which also seemed highly painful to the one who was administering the punishment. "Now I’m going to lower your panties to your knees, you’ll take ten spanks with the cane, and I want to hear you count every single one" she recommended lowering the only garment that protected your skin from direct contact with the upcoming object.

“Yes, Mommy” you gently approved of her next move.

It didn’t take that long until the instrument was in her hands. Your whole body was shaking and you had no idea how much more it could hold on. Lena spent a few minutes getting you used to the texture and feeling of the object on your skin, sliding it up and down your back and thighs. Once lifted, you prepared for the impact, closing your eyes and contracting your muscles. This only increased the pain you felt immediately afterwards, a cry of pain left your mouth, now oblivious to who might be at the other end of the door.

After some seconds, Lena was still waiting for the number to be said. She gave a gentle pat over the bruised area, but you were slipping in a deeper headspace to quickly to answer. She ignored your pain and lifted the cane once again, hitting the exact same point.

Your eyes blurred at the pain, tears flooding and pooling next to your hands. You didn’t even think you were able to count to five, you didn’t know numbers in little space. Lena knew she couldn’t use the cane anymore, not while you weren’t in the right space to tell her your color.

You heard her sigh, and throughout the window reflection, you saw her massaging her forehead gently, doubting on what to do with you and with your behavior. You decided to close your eyes and just let your emotions out. “I- can’t-stressed-work-tired-please” you sobbed, leaning your forehead to seek some cool from the desk.

You felt soft hands placing your undergarment where it belonged, and helping you up standing straight once again. She didn’t force you to apologize or to look at her, she knew you to well. She just limited herself in petting your hair. “Ten minutes in the corner, Little one”

You nodded and headed to the corner dedicated to your time-outs, face facing the wall.

You heard her putting some papers away and placing her cane back in the little storage under the library. You also heard her dialing some numbers on the phone placed on the coffee table next to her couch. “Miss Luthor here, I wanted to purchase a new desk, Yes, wooden this time”. You felt her eyes on you, and guilt started running deeply into your veins. “That model is fine, I want it here in my office by the end of the week, thank you.”

Loud cries filled the room, your hands flying to pull your own hair from the guilt you were feeling. Lena rushed to your side, turning you around. “Nothing of that, sweet girl, we don’t want to hurt ourselves, don’t we?” She soothed with her beautiful soft mommy voice.

You were too small to answer and just threw yourself in her embrace. You mumbled an apology while buried in her neck, but she quickly hushed you. “It’s okay, stress can be hard to deal with for little one’s like you, Mommy should have checked on you better before making plans, Mommy is sorry too, my sweet angel baby” she cooed lifting you up.

You let her help you wearing your clothes, and she tried to ground you a little by snuggling you in her dark suit jacket. Before heading outside, she searched in her purse and pulled out a small pink pacifier for you to suck on until you reached your safe house and could latch to her breasts.

By now the building was empty, but even with thousands of people, she wasn’t ashamed to pick you up in her arms and cradle you until she could buckle you in your car seat. As soon as she sat you down, you complained about the pain with a sharp whine, doing grabby hands towards her.

She soothed you with head pats for a couple of minutes, until you settled calmly. “As soon as we are home, Mommy’s gonna give you a hot bath and a little massage on your sore bum, then I’ll change you into a diaper and feed you, kay?”

You just nodded, too tired to say anything else.

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Once you regained your communication skills the next day, you told Lena the cause of your anger, not omitting a single detail. After telling her about the harassment that you went through and the abuses that every day you had to endure, you were ready to spend the rest of your life at home, but this did not happen... indeed.

The next day at work, you found a particular name written on the office where your “boss” was just a couple of days ago. Your name.

You quickly discovered that Lena had fired every single man who disturbed you, and you were now the boss of the floor. On the desk there was a little note from her. “I know sweet girl, some days are harder than other and we might fail at communicating, but you know Mommy doesn’t like to punish you. Please, behave like a little good girl and do your best, Mommy will always wait for you at home. I love you my Angel Baby”

You wiped a tear and snapped a picture of the note, sending it to her with the answer: “I love you too, Mommy”

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