Tuesday morning was just like any other for Wallflower Blush. Slow. She liked her slow mornings. They allowed her to wake up properly and to steadily ease into the day. Slow mornings gave her the chance to catch up with the news and more importantly, to drink more coffee than was strictly healthy. Then again, there was no such thing as too much coffee, everyone knew that.

Besides, another benefit of a slow morning was that it allowed her dominant girlfriend time to get out of bed. It was a very good thing that her shift at the Taco Towers didn’t start until two in the afternoon, because a morning person, Sonata Dusk was most definitely not. It was ten a.m. already and the blue ex-siren had still not risen from her pit.

Wallflower decided that ten in the morning was quite late enough to have slept in, though she had to be careful how she went about waking her Mistress up. One did not simply go and wake Sonata up. She wouldn’t sit comfortably for a week if she did that. She had to be smart. She had to be sneaky. She smiled to herself as she began to prepare breakfast. Wallflower could do sneaky.

Sonata Dusk stirred in the large double bed in which she was laid. Groggily she opened her eyes, blinking away the remnants of her dream. Bleary eyed she searched for the alarm clock, which duly informed her it was thirty minutes past ten in the morning. “Too early…” she murmured to herself, rolling over in the duvet, her hand blindly searched for her girlfriend. A moment’s fruitless search told her she was alone. Denied her usual morning snuggle, Sonata laid in the duvet, debating her options.

On one hand she could stay where she was, cocooned in the heavenly warm duvet. On the other she could get up and see where Wallflower had gone, and why she’d left her in bed alone. A second of contemplation later and she decided on the first option. Turning over with a grunt Sonata found her partner’s pillow, which still retained her warmth and scent. Wherever her pet had gone, she hadn’t been gone all that long. Smiling to herself, Sonata buried her face into the pillow, breathing in the smell as she once more closed her eyes and pulled the duvet over her head.

Just as she was about to drift off into her slumber once more, another scent assailed her nostrils, wrestling with her olfactory sense and beating it into submission. It was a sneaky scent. A scent she knew her lover only used when she wanted her out of bed. It was the smell of scrambled eggs, chocolate pancakes and coffee.

‘No,’ the blue-skinned woman thought to herself, her half asleep brain trying to fight back with reason. ‘She always does this, and she always wins. Not today, Sonny. Today you sleep in. Don’t you let her win…’ Just as she was listening to the reasoned argument her tired brain presented, and was about to ferret herself deeper in the sheets her traitorous senses fired back with a devastating counter attack. ‘She has coffee. Black coffee. And breakfast…All you have to do is get up.’

Sonata decided then that, just like every other day, her pet would win this one. Besides, she mused as she hauled her carcass out of the voluminous duvet, Wallflower’s scrambled eggs were worth getting up for. She pulled on a loose pink bathrobe and dragged herself up to her bare feet.

Not bothering to put anything else on, or to tie up the bathrobe, Sonata caught site of herself in the mirror on the back of the bedroom door. Perky D cup breasts, slim flat belly, decent hips, damn she looked fit. Sonata ignored her scruffy unruly hair for the moment. That could be sorted out easily enough and breakfast called. She allowed the bathrobe to fall open as she staggered into the kitchen and sat down at the table.

As she had suspected, Wallflower was sat in the open plan living room on her favourite comfy chair, naked but for her blue collar watching the morning news. Sonata didn’t ask. Even when she was awake, she didn’t care what was on the news. News happened to other people, not her. Sleepily she felt around for the fork and, once she found it, she dug into the scrambled eggs waiting for her. “Thanks…”

“And a good morning-almost-afternoon to you, Sonny!” Wallflower got up and slowly walked over with an exaggerated sway of her hips that she knew for a fact would draw her lover’s eye to her naturally hairy bush and she sat at the table next to Sonata. “Here's your wake up fuel, Mistress,” she nudged the mug of steaming coffee into her eye line.

“By all the holy oceans…” Sonata moaned and yawned as she took a long drink of the just right temperature coffee. “Are you working in the backyard garden or the public garden today?”

Wallflower snickered at her girlfriend slowly waking up. Their backyard was a small one with a mix of different herbs and flowers. The ‘public’ garden, as it was known, was on the front lawn and it was larger with various seasonal vegetables, herbs and even three fruit trees consisting of apple, pear and apricot trees. “I’ve got some weeding that needs doing in the backyard, and I got a couple of jobs for afterwards. One's lawn cutting, the other's weeding out the hospital flowerbeds.”

“The hospital, huh?” Sonata giggled as she shovelled some more scrambled eggs into her mouth, “You may wear a sleeveless tee and short skirt. No bra, but I don't want any arrests, so you can wear that tiny lip splitting thong you’ve got.”

Wallflower, who had been attacking one of the chocolate chip pancakes, instantly perked up at the thought of that. One thing she enjoyed almost as much as tending to the flora was showing off her body. It wasn’t much, with her B cup chest and naturale everywhere else, but she loved to share what she had. “And ah...I can play while I work, right Sonny?”

“What time’s the hospital job?” asked Sonata as she downed what was left of her coffee and shoved the empty mug in front of Wallflower, silently requesting a refill even as she went back to her eggs.

“Noon,” Wallflower got up and rolled her eyes at her caffeine dependent girlfriend. Then again, she supposed she shouldn’t judge. She herself had already had three large mugs while she watched the TV. Thankfully, she had a couple of mugs worth of coffee ready to go in the machine. All she had to do was flick a switch. “I was gonna do that after I weed the back garden.”

As she received her refilled mug, Sonata gave Wallflower a grateful kiss. “You're already dressed for our private garden,” she noted with a smile, namely her pet was wearing nothing but her collar, “In the public garden you may 'lose' the thong, though. I will want a full 'disclosure' report when I get back from work later.”

Hearing that, Wallflower kissed Sonata long and hard, so long that the ex-siren had to playfully push her away. “You know how to make me happy!” grinning wide, the exhibitionist skipped over to the coffee machine and got herself her fourth mug full of the heaven sent liquid.

“Just so you know,” Sonata gave her girlfriend fair warning, because she did like to see her skip. And squat. And crawl…anything, in fact. “I'm going to the hospital with the camera. I love to watch you work.”

“I love to be watched while I play...I mean, work,” Wallflower laughed as she sipped at her coffee, because when she tended to her plants – she considered all plants her plants, that was the law – the line between work and play was extremely blurred. “Sometimes I miss having that memory stone, but having you on lookout is far sexier.”

Sonata held up an empty fork that had, until seconds before, been loaded with scrambled eggs, “I want to remember all of our play, even if someone else catches a glimpse, or when you get caught, then that adds to the excitement!”

Considering that for a moment, Wallflower ate her three cold pancakes before she eventually nodded her head in acquiescence to her lover’s point. “You're right. It does add to the fun. I like it when somebody gets a good look at my goodies.”

Sonata laughed so hard she almost snorted her precious coffee over the table. Thankfully she was able to stop herself before any such disaster could befall her. “They are always so busy watching you, they don't even notice my hand in my pants!”

“Then mission accomplished!” Wallflower playfully skipped around the room so hard that her breasts swayed and jiggled until finally she pulled Sonata into a hug from behind. A tight hug. A tight breast smooshing hug. A hug in which she took full advantage of the open bathrobe her Mistress was wearing and she groped her breasts.

“Hmmm…” Sonata turned her head in the hug and lovingly kissed Wallflower’s cheek, “I'm so going to distract you in the garden.”

“I'm so gonna let you distract me!”

“No,” Sonata corrected her, though she didn’t correct the placement of Wallflower’s hands. Where they were and what they were doing was very pleasing indeed. Her pet had talented fingers and those fingers were currently teasing her nipples like she was playing an instrument. “You are going to do the gardening, and try to stay focused. Letting me takes all the fun out of it.”

“Aaaaaaaaaw…” after a moment though, Wallflower stopped her whine and she giggled as she kissed her way up Sonata’s left ear. “Alright, the plants do deserve focused me.” And she would never, ever give her plants less than her best.

“That they do,” Sonata reluctantly removed herself from the hug and she went back to drinking her coffee.

When Wallflower realised the hug was done and her Mistress was continuing with her breakfast, the gardener picked up her empty coffee mug and she placed it and her plate in the sink. That done, she patted her abdomen, which was starting to give her a tell-tale ache. “I'm gonna go water the flowers out back,” she said as she kissed Sonata's head, “Have fun.”

As soon as the back door closed, Sonata moved. She left the breakfast table and she opened the window that looked out onto the back yard and the garden. She then flicked on the stereo and played a song she had been saving for just such an occasion. The moment Wallflower heard ‘Water the Flowers’, she giggled as she walked nude to the roses. She was determined to water the flowers! In position, she spread her legs and, after making a show of looking around to see if she was being watched, she peed.

“Woohoo!” Sonata cheered, completely enjoying the show of her girlfriend and pet urinated on the nearest rosebush. Entirely for Sonata’s benefit, she did a little shimmy and a dance in the dirt as her stream died out. A moment later and Sonata walked out carrying two fresh mugs of coffee. “Need some watering help?”

“Always, baby!” Wallflower smiled wider when, she took the steaming mug, she felt her bare feet sink into the soil around the rosebush. She resolved to never get tired of that feeling. The cold peat splooshing up between her toes when she wriggled them. “So many flowers, so little pee.”

“Pick a spot for me to water.”

“There, the violets,” Wallflower pointed to the flowers because she knew that Sonata didn’t know a rose from a tulip. “You need some help getting the spray right, Mistress?”

Like she was a naughty child, Sonata waved a finger at her pet. “You wish, and I deny,” she giggled as she moved her bathrobe out of the way and faced Wallflower while she squatted in position. Like her girlfriend she had no problem being naked outside. Unlike her though, she wore flip flops on her feet. Once she was centred over the violets, she released her own golden stream. “Be satisfied I'm letting you watch.”

“Daaaaamn Sonny that's so hot...” Wallflower paused just long enough to place the coffee mugs on the outside table and then, back in the flower beds, she squatted over the bluebells. Never taking her eyes off of Sonata’s little show, she pulled apart her hairy snatch and she started to rub herself off.

Sonata watched as first two then three fingers disappeared inside Wallflower’s bush. “That’s one way to water a plant. Give me a good show, Wall-e!” she called and, when she was doing pissing like a trooper, she moved back to the outside table to watch. Sonata watched as Wallflower’s fingers traced around her nub and then she rubbed over it time and again. “We are such nerds!”

Stood above the bluebells, Wallflower wasn’t holding back. She rubbed her pussy so hard and fast that the fingers of her left hand were a blur. Her right hand let go of her hair covered labia and she slid two fingers inside her dripping wet tunnel. “Sexy nerds!”

Having drunk her coffee, Sonata nodded, for she couldn’t argue with her lover’s statement. Instead, she took her empty mug and turned to go back inside the house. “I need more coffee, and you've had enough.”

“AAaaaaAAAAAAAH! W-Wh-Whaddayou know about my limit, huh?” Wallflower giggled stupidly at her rubbish drunken act as she came, squirting her cum all over the flowers and then she sunk down to her knees in the sodden dirt. The fact that it was her own juices that had wet the ground she was kneeling made it hotter.

Without looking back, Sonata called over her shoulder, “I set them!”

“Good point, well made!” Wallflower called back from the flowerbed. Down on her hands and knees in the dirt, with her pale green ass up in the air, she at last got on with the much needed task of weeding the bluebells. Inside the house, Sonata got herself a fourth coffee, collected the daily paper from the mailbox and she returned to the window to watch and read. Wallflower put on a very good show as she weeded out the entirety of the flowerbed. When she was done, she walked back to the house, treading soil from her bare feet that clung to her like shoes and sweat dripping down her legs from the sun. “Enjoy the show, Sonny?” she lifted up her dirty foot to step back inside.

“I did Wall-e,” Sonata answered, not even looking up from her newspaper. She knew her pet so well. Too well, it seemed. “And now you can choose to enjoy another show on your ass, or you can go back out and hose yourself off.”

Wallflower paused, her dirty soil covered foot hovering over the cream coloured shag pile carpet. “What kind of show, hand, paddle or cane?”

“I can multitask.”

As much as she wanted the attention, and she did, Wallflower wasn’t too keen on feeling Sonata’s cane on her ass again so soon after the last time. Quickly, she stepped back outside and she hosed herself down. The cold water was better than the cane. While she did that, Sonata walked over to the kitchen chair and moved it away from the table so there was adequate space. When Wallflower came in, she pointed to her lap. “For thinking about it at all, I'll use only my hands.”

Walking in with clean - but wet - feet on the cream carpet, Wallflower walked over to the waiting Sonata and she bent over her lap with her hands placed behind her back. “Yes Ma'am.”

With Wallflower over her lap, Sonata gripped her wrists tightly in her left hand. Her right hand caressed and fingered her naughty pet’s crotch until she was totally relaxed. “You dare to even think about muddying my floor?” She delivered a sudden pat on her butt. Another light tap landed a little higher and another came down on the other cheek. “I'd have you licking it clean. A good show is no excuse for naughtiness. I'll have your ass as red as your roses!” Abruptly a very hard, sound clap landed square on the thickest part of Wallflower’s left ass cheek. A surprised yelp shot out as her rear reflexively clenched

Sonata smiled and she had to bite her lip to keep from moaning as she gave a firm swat that impacted on her supple behind. A slight yelp escaped her pet on impact and Wallflower braced herself for the next tenderizing stroke. Ready for that though, Sonata instead lightly kneaded the cheek in her hand and slipped two fingers between her clenched legs until she relaxed.

“Ruining my cream carpet would be a bad bad thing, Wall-e,” Sonata purred as she fingered her slit. “Thinking about ruining my carpet is a good bad thing…” the dominant ex-siren said in a playful yet firm tone as she raised her hand again. “I’m still going to teach you a lesson.”

Another sound clap landed and that was quickly followed by another equally firm swat on the other butt cheek, both well-aimed strikes landing deliberately on the thickest parts of her rump. “Subs who tease go over knees.”

Wallflower Blush caught herself letting out an almost rhythmic stream of squeaks and moans as Sonata Dusk brought down a steady pace of firm claps. She was incredibly aware of the heat growing in her rump as the smacks found themselves landing over her entire upturned backside. Every inch of her once pale green flesh was fair game to the much older woman.

Any spot that could be made to jiggle was swatted into making the involuntary action. After the fifteenth firm and stiff spank, Wallflower’s playful squirms became honest wriggling as the sore heat in her bottom became more noticeable. The yelps got a bit louder but seemed silent compared to the sound of the most recent crack delivered to her bottom. “Do you feel sorry for thinking about ruining the carpet yet?” Sonata practically purred as she dragged her nails along Wallflower’s left cheek, “Or do you like being bent over my lap?”

Sonata didn’t allow her to answer though as she delivered another hard swat that made Wallflower scream out loud and kick her legs, it hurt so much! She felt the ex-siren’s hands gently knead her heated flesh and Wallflower was met with contradicting thoughts. Her butt was getting painfully sore and yet she was undeniably aroused at the same time. The spanking itself wasn’t exactly pleasurable, but everything else certainly was, especially the soft groping of her toasted derriere that was teasing her through the discomfort. A solid crack landed and Wallflower buried her face into Sonata’s thigh in order to muffle her loudest scream yet.

Wallflower Blush squeaked though when she felt Sonata’s firm hand grip her dark green hair. Sonata pulled on her hair until her pet was looking forwards once more and her rump received another stroke. Wallflower cried out, hot wet tears starting to flow down her pale green cheeks. “You dare to try and hide from me? I want your mouth free at all times.”

“Y-Y-Yes, Mistress!” Wallflower snivelled and sobbed, her tears mixing with the snot from her nose as yet another hard smack landed on her darkened bottom. Another hard clap landed and was quickly followed by another. Then, she abruptly stopped her rain of pain and Sonata thrust three fingers deep into her pet’s hot wet snatch. This bought out more yelps and moans from Wallflower, though these were moans of pleasure rather than pain.

Just as Wallflower was about to orgasm, Sonata withdrew her slick fingers from the dripping wet tunnel and, without warning, the steady pace of the smacks started up again, forcing a frustrated squeal out of the denied submissive. Wallflower’s eyes widened as the first new swat landed on her relaxed, unexpecting ass.

So close to cumming, her body clenched once more and her rump was being coated with another round of claps under Sonata's firm hand. They remained focused squarely on her upturned flesh that was quickly going from pale green to dull red to a bright angry red the more she was spanked. On the fortieth stroke, a stroke so hard that it made the tenderised ass jiggle and Wallflower lurch forwards on her Mistress’s lap, the gardener couldn’t take any more. “Orchard!”

As soon as Sonata heard the safe word, she immediately ceased her spanking and she returned to fingering her pet’s pussy. She had taken her punishment well and she had earned her release. “I love you, my beautiful Wallflower.”

By the time she was being fingered solely by her Mistress, Wallflower was a squealing crying mess, tears streaked all down her face and her punished ass cheeks were bright red. She was so scrambled that she didn’t know whether to moan or cry, so she did both. When she felt the fourth finger enter her steaming hot hole, her hairy pussy leaked all down Sonata's legs. “I...I love you Sonny...”

Gently, with so much affection, Sonata turned Wallflower’s head to face her. She delicately wiped her face clean on her bathrobe and she gave her a loving kiss. “I know you do, pet, and I understand you feel neglected once in a while.” She kissed her a second time, “I'm happy you opted for a simple spanking,” a third kiss found her trembling lips, while all the while, her right hand continued to play with the submissive’s nether regions.

“AAaaaaahn…” Wallflower, in spite of the pain in her behind, giggled softly as she was worked over, thrusting her ass back to meet her girlfriend's fingers. “I'm happy I did too, you're deadly with that cane, Sonny…”

“I do have over a thousand years of practice, you know.”

“You don't need to remind me, I can still feel it from the last time you used it on my feet.”

Still caressing her lover’s smouldering red ass, Sonata giggled, “Then that’s what gave you pause to track your muddy feet all over the carpet,” she could see her point. After that session, Wallflower had not been able to walk properly for three days. “Since you’ve been so good and taken your punishment so well, I'll take you to lunch before your hospital job, but you may drive. I can UBER back if I don't stay the whole time.”

“You'll ride in Flower Petal?” Wallflower giggled as she thought of her green VW camper van parked out front on the drive. “My van will be honoured to have you in her.”

“Seeing as how I'm not letting you put your work gear in my car, it seems fitting for you to chauffeur me around.”

“Alright,” Wallflower smiled as she was still bent over Sonata's lap. “Where are we eating?”

“Your choice as long as you don't choose where I work.”

“And I was gonna pick Taco Towers too!” Wallflower giggled when her snark earned her a gentle love tap to her sore backside. “Alright, how about that new diner place that's just opened up, Stripes Cup of Java?”

Choice made, Sonata helped Wallflower to stand up, then she too left the kitchen chair. “Dress in what I told you earlier, and you may have two cups of coffee for lunch.” Letting out a delighted squee, Wallflower took the lead up to the bedroom with Sonata following close behind her. On the stairs, the gardener offered her girlfriend a playful wiggle of her reddened butt which she kept up until they got into the bedroom.

In her closet, Wallflower carefully selected her loose white tank top and her shortest skirt that could be considered a skirt and legal. Socks and sturdy work boots completed the rest of the outfit. Sonata dressed in a pink skirt and red button up with a lace shirt. Unlike her girlfriend, she wore a bra and panties. Dressed, Wallflower did a twirl. “Does Sonny approve?” Sonata grinned as the twirl almost made her breasts pop from the sides of her top. She approved alright. “I even chose my baggiest top!”

“Well,” Sonata mused as Wallflower pulled up her tiny thong to hide a bit of her modesty, “Those patents do deserve some side boob and down blouse action,” she giggled, “And false hope of the valley of pleasure. I'm sure when you get to the public gardens that hope will be restored.”

“You know it,” Wallflower said with a laugh, “I'm sure a good few patients will be made better when I spruce up the flower beds.”

“I'll feel better. Come along love, time for lunch.”

Wallflower snickered as she followed Sonata through the house. “You know, we could have gone to the Towers. It is Tuesday!”

Sonata didn’t turn around, even so, she knew that her girlfriend would hear the eye roll she made in her voice. “I work tonight, ya know. Even I have a taco limit.”

When they were stood by her camper van that was stocked up with all her gardening supplies and decorated with a large pink flower on the side, Wallflower did a very good impersonation of Sonata from the first time she had seen her, “But it's taco Tuesday!”

Sonata Dusk turned a hard, cold steely glare on her lover, one that burned a hole straight through her. “Is someone still feeling comfortable enough to sit? I could put some plywood on the driver's seat.”

In an instant, Wallflower’s demeanour flipped one eighty. “You really don't have to, Sonny, I'm sorry.”

Likewise, Sonata brightened up in a heartbeat and delicately kissed Wallflower’s nose. “Still, you love to tease. Remember, you go over my knees.” She blew her a kiss and waited by the passenger side door.

Blushing hard enough that she earned her name, Wallflower scooted ahead to open the passenger door, “Yes Ma'am!”

“And I love you for it,” Sonata giggled as she sat down and secured the seatbelt in place, “To a point, anyway.”

Wallflower caught the wink from her Mistress and, giggling, she got in her van and put it in gear. “Hey,” she started as a thought occurred to her, “When are we having another play date with Aria and Chestnut? I haven't seen her in almost a month.”

Sonata shrugged her shoulders, “I dunno. Aria usually sets those up. I'm sure Dagi is being a pill or something.”

“Well, I say I haven't seen her, I mean 'not all of her',” Wallflower clarified as she navigated her way around some parked up cars along the road, “Chestnut sent me a picture of her latest scar the other day.” She shuddered and tried to put the image out of her mind. What she and Aria got up to was their business.

“I prefer welts over scars,” Sonata said with a reassuring smile as she laid a comforting hand on Wallflower’s knee. “Aria texted me, she was going to get Dagi out of her house, and then we will have a meet up.” Despondently she shrugged her shoulders, “It's getting Dagi to feel something other than a fifth wheel that’s the trick.”

“Yeah,” Wallflower cast a quick glance to her partner as she drove, “That was a few days ago, right? How did it go, getting your big sis out and about?”

“Aria hasn’t bothered to tell me, so I question if it worked at all.” Sonata Dusk answered without looking away from the road ahead. “Wall-e, I don't need sister drama. Let them work their shit out.”

“Alright, I get the message,” Wallflower admittedly wasn’t the quickest at picking up conversational cues, but even she could tell that Sonata didn’t want to discuss the matter any further. At the next set of lights, when they were stopped, she leant over and kissed Sonata’s lips. “Maybe I could send your sis some plants? I know a few to help with dep...what she's got.”

“I think the only plants she can grow at the moment would be mushrooms or mold.”

“She can't be that bad, surely?” asked Wallflower as she drove off at the green light towards the diner, wisely choosing not questioning the fact that she hadn't actually met Adagio Dazzle yet.

Sonata sniffed derisively, “As far as I'm concerned it's Aria's problem. Then again, she is a bit more, ‘insistent’ than me.”

When she thought of Aria Blaze, Wallflower snorted out a loud laugh. “Insistent is a nice way to put it. Aaaand...here we are!” she declared as she parked up in the small lot outside the faded blue diner.

“I do like this place,” Sonata stated as they walked inside. She was pleasantly surprised to see it looked just like a 1950’s style diner, from the red booth seats to the black and white chequerboard flooring. “I think we’ll come here again. You may eat anything you like, except the desert must be carrot cake.”

“Not bad for a new place, huh?” as she sat down, Wallflower glanced over at the large muscular man behind the serving counter and drank in his orange skin with the black stripes tattoed all over him – all over where she could see anyway – and his orange and black mohawk and found him quite dreamy. “I’d like him,” she giggled, “Smothered in carrot cake.”

“Maybe if you're good.”

“You're the best!” Wallflower squealed happily and then, when the orange and black dreamboat came over, she ordered a summer salad of black beans, spinach leaves, tomatoes, mango, cucumber, red onion, avacado and feta along with her coffee. Sonata meanwhile ordered the lamb gyro and lemonade /ice tea mix. “Enjoy your cute fluffy lamb,” the vegetarian pouted and ate her strictly meat free meal.

“Bo Peep should have kept better track of her,” Sonata, determined to wind up her leafatarian girlfriend, made an exaggerated show of eating.

“I hope ickle Lambikins tastes nice,” Wallflower shot back, wholly ignoring the few other diners who were paying more attention to what she was almost wearing that their meals.

Enjoying the tease, Sonata leant forward conspiratorially, “Just because you love to hear the screams of the vegetables.”

“You're lucky I love you,” Wallflower said as she shoveled a mix of black beans, avacado and feta into her mouth.

“That, I truly am,” Sonata took a bite of her lamb and said, “Baaaaaa!” A second later though and Wallflower’s pout deepened to adorable proportions and Sonata squinted across the table, “Can you turn down the cute factor a bit? I feel my sugar levels are going to go into overload.”

“Good. Then the lamb strikes back!” Wallflower did lighten up though and she soon giggled, “I can't stay angry with you. You're way too pretty.”

Sonata nodded to that and, after they had emptied their respective plates, Sonata ordered two slices of carrot cake and one whole cake to go because, like she said, her pet had behaved. please. That was all Wallflower needed to hear, and she veritably glowed as she led the way back to her van and opened up the passenger door.

When they arrived at the hospital, just five minutes before the clock announced it was noon, Sonata got out of Flower Petal and looked around at the large hospital grounds. “Where do you start?” she honestly had no idea. That’s why she had her Wall-e.

“Well,” Wallflower started, waving her hand in the general area, “I’ve got maintenance to do on these flowerbeds out front, then there's an outdoor patient relaxation area further in that needs some TLC.”

Sonata glanced around and, following Wallflower who had taken a bag of tools from the back of her van, she followed her to the outdoor relaxation area where she perched herself on a convent bench. She knew nothing about plants and gardening but even she could tell her pet had her work cut out back here. “I'll sit there to watch you off load and work hard. I'll move when it’s time. I almost like watching others watch you as I like watching you wiggle that ass.”

“Which ass, this ass?” Wallflower wiggles said ass as she carried her bag of tools - a trowel, little pitchfork and other things - on her shoulder over to the long neglected flowers.

“It’s better than the ass at the petting zoo.”

“Sweet talker.” When she got to the flowers, Wallflower strapped on her knee protectors and got down on her hands and knees to work. For the moment she wasn’t thinking about showing off for the few patients that were inevitably gathering at the windows to get an eyeful of her body, she had her own patients to care for.

Happily, Sonata took a seat at the bench, content to – mostly - watch the other's reactions to her girlfriend's work. As she had suspected earlier, the patients were so busy ogling and leering at Wallflower that nobody noticed her right hand disappearing down her clothes. It was like being invisible, not that she minded right then.

No, Sonata could happily watch this performance all afternoon long.

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