Disclaimer: I do not own iZombie. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
A few minutes later Liv was holding a fly swatter and calling out, "Get out here!"
Slowly and awkwardly Peyton did as she was told, revealing that she was wearing a black catsuit with a very low cut cleavage, high-heeled boots and cute little cat ears, "I feel ridiculous."
"I think you look cute." Liv revealed with a wicked grin, "Mmmmm, it's totally what a total bottom like you would wear if she was pretending to be a top."
"You were the one who picked out this outfit!" Peyton whined.
"I don't see how that's relevant." Liv pointed out dryly, before handing her girlfriend the fly swatter, "Here, it's the perfect weapon of the wannabe top who has no idea what she's doing."
After taking the fly swatter Peyton frowned, "Is the point of all this is something you special by me topping you? Or humiliating me by proving I can't?"
"I guess that depends on how well you do, doesn't it?" Liv grinned wickedly, before turning around and getting on her hands and knees. She then wiggled her ass at Peyton, looked back at her and then in a mocking voice told her, "Punish me. I've been a bad girl."
There was a brief pause and then Peyton pointed out with a gulp, "You're still wearing your clothes?"
"So?" Liv questioned.
"So, shouldn't this be bare bottom?" Peyton pointed out.
"Do you want it to be?" Liv pushed.
There was a brief pause, and then Peyton leaned down to grab the waistband of Liv's pants and panties and slowly start pulling them down. Which Liv hadn't exactly been expecting, but it gave her great joy that Peyton did this, as it was one of her moves. Although this was likely as much about Peyton checking her out as it was using one of her moves. It was likely the same case when Peyton then left her like that for a few long seconds as she slowly walked around her, although nervousness was definitely a factor. Then finally Peyton was standing behind her again, lifted her hand up high, and bringing down the fly swatter on Liv's ass in a far too gentle strike, which had Liv scoffing and looking over her shoulder.
"Weak sauce counsellor." Liv mocked, "Looks like I was right, and we really have found something Peyton isn't good at."
Peyton took a deep calming breath, then whacked Liv's ass harder than before with the fly swatter and then telling her, "Take that back you filthy little ho!"
"Owww!" Liv exclaimed, before grinning, "That's better. Keep going."
"Shut up!" Peyton ordered sternly, her lawyer persona coming out to play, "Take it back you undead slut! Take it back or clean my shoe with your tongue!"
At which point Peyton walked around and stuck out her foot in front of her girlfriend, causing Liv to frown, "I'm not gonna-"
"Do it or suffer!" Peyton demanded.
"I want the suffering." Liv admitted softly after a brief pause.
"Fine!" Peyton grumbled, walking back around and slamming the fly swatter down on Liv's butt harder than ever before, "Take it then! Yeahhhhh, you like that, don't you? You nasty little pervert!"