Molly's stomach churned with equal parts excitement and fear. This was it, her first tattoo. Days ago, she had heard about how several kids at her school had gotten their own tattoos, even though they weren't old enough for them. Not wanting to be left out, Molly decided to get one herself. She just hoped her mother, who expressly forbade her from getting one, never found out. She thought her friend Libby suspected something the last time they talked, but she dismissed it as her imagination.
Molly nervously fidgeted with her hands as she entered the tattoo parlor. The smell of ink and sterilized equipment filled the air, adding to her anxiety. She had done some research online and found an artist who gave tattoos at low prices.
The tattoo artist was a beautiful woman with long wavy dark hair, a lean muscular build, and mysterious eyes that made Molly forget her own name for a moment. "What can I do for you today?" she asked in a deep voice.
Molly swallowed hard. "I want a tattoo."
The artist leaned against the counter, her expression neutral. "And how old are you?" The tattoo artist questioned suspiciously.
"Uh... 18? I uh... I stopped growing around middle school." Molly claimed with a wide grin, hoping to high heavens that the tattooist wouldn't realize that she was lying.
The artist raised an eyebrow, and after a pause, she spoke and seemingly sounded convinced. "All right, let's see what you have in mind," she said, walking over to a table covered in various designs and images. "Have you chosen something specific?"
Molly's heart skipped a beat as she looked over the designs, her mind racing with the possibilities. She had seen some cool designs online, but nothing quite like these. The artist's work was truly impressive, with intricate details and vibrant colors that made the images pop. Molly hesitated for a moment, looking at the different designs. One of them caught her eye - a kiss mark. It was simple yet elegant, and she thought it would look great on her. "I like that one," she said, pointing at the image.
The artist nods in understanding, her eyes gleaming as she looks at the design. "Ah, yes. The kiss mark. It's a very popular choice among young girls these days. Why do you think it appeals to you?"
Molly shrugs, a little embarrassed. "I don't know."
The artist chuckled softly. "Well, whatever the reason, it's a beautiful design. Have you decided on a placement for it?"
Molly nods eagerly, her excitement finally getting the better of her nerves. "Yeah, I want it on my cheek," she replied before smirking almost naughtily. "But not the cheek you're thinking of."
"What cheek do you mean?" The tattoo artist questioned curiously.
Molly grinned impishly turned around and pointed at her butt. "My butt cheek, of course."
The tattoo artist raised an eyebrow, her expression a mixture of surprise and amusement. "Well, I've never had someone ask for that before. But it's your skin, your choice." The artist shrugged, amused. Secretly, she knew that Molly was young, not even close to the legal age to get a tattoo, but there was something about the girl that made her want to go along with her plan. "Let me just prepare everything first."
"Sure thing." Molly nodded, feeling relieved. She tried to keep her breathing steady as she watched the artist mix the ink and prepare the needles. She couldn't believe what she was doing. This wasn't just a rebellious act against her mother, it was also a stupid thing that she might end up regretting later.
But the thrill of doing something forbidden and exciting was overwhelming. She felt a shiver of excitement run down her spine, a strange mix of fear and anticipation bubbling deep in her stomach.
Once the artist was ready, she turned to Molly.
"Alright, there's a table over there, I want you to go over to it, take your bottom clothes off and lay down on top of it, flat on her stomach." The tattoo artist instructed.
Molly nodded, feeling her heart beat faster with anticipation. She hesitated for just a moment, then mustered up the courage to do what she had planned. She walked over to the table and did as the artist instructed, sliding off her biker shorts and skirt. With a deep inhale, she stretched out on the table, lying flat on her stomach, feeling the cool leather against the side of her face.
She heard the artist behind her, talking to herself, preparing the tools needed to initiate the procedure.
"Now," the artist said after a few moments that felt like an eternity. "You do know that this tattoo will hurt, right? I can give you a topical numbing cream to make it less painful."
Molly shook her head emphatically. "No, thanks. I'll be fine. I want to feel everything!" Molly replied, a hint of excitement in her voice.
The tattoo artist nodded, impressed by Molly's bravery, and then paused for a moment. "All right, then," she said as she looked at Molly's rather plump looking buttocks, and held the buzzing needle above them. "Here we go. Again, this is uh... gonna sting a little."
Molly sighed, closing her eyes and bracing herself for the onslaught of pain. The needle touched her skin, and she flinched, letting out a sharp gasp.
"Ow!" she yelled, her body twitching in discomfort.
"Now, relax, sweetie," the artist soothed.
Molly's initially brave facade crumbled, and she began to squirm as the pain intensified.
She bit down on her lips, trying to hold back her screams. The artist continued, with steady hands, creating the outline of the kiss mark tattoo on Molly's butt cheek.
The pain was intense, but Molly knew it would be worth it in the end. She tried to focus on breathing through the discomfort and distracted herself by thinking about how this tattoo would make her feel powerful and cool.
As the artist finished the outline of the tattoo, Molly let out a long sigh of relief. The pain was starting to subside, replaced by a dull ache. The artist picked up a new needle, this one dipped in black ink.
"Okay, this is going to be the worst part."
Molly winced, bracing herself for the pain to come. The artist started filling in the outline of the tattoo with careful strokes, each one causing a sharp sting on Molly's sensitive skin. As the tattooing process continued, Molly began to realize just how sensitive her bottom really was as she felt a sudden rush of heat spreading across her rear and making her lower regions tingle. The tattooist, oblivious to the unusual reaction her work was having on Molly, continued her meticulous task. After what felt like an eternity, she finally finished the tattoo. Molly let out a small gasp as the artist finished up, relieved to have the ordeal over.
"There, all done!" the artist pronounced, capping the needle and stepping back to admire her work.
Molly looked over her shoulder and saw at the new ink adorning her skin. It was a perfect replica of a red kiss mark, just like she wanted. Complete with a subtle shade of pink surrounding it, it looked just like the real thing. Molly smiled, appreciating the intricate details and the way the ink seemed to glow against her olive skin.
Her butt was a little sore, but she didn't care. She was proud of her new ink.
The artist cleaned up the area around the tattoo and covered it with a bandage. "Alright, you're all set," she said, her voice warm and comforting. "Just make sure to keep it clean and moisturized for the next few weeks, and it should heal up just fine."
Molly nodded, rubbing her now sore bottom with a faint smile of gratitude. "Thank you," she said softly. After she pulled her shorts and skirt back up, Molly paid the artist, and left the shop without realizing the mysterious smile on the tattoo artist's face as she walked out of the parlor.
As Molly walked back home, she couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment and excitement about her new tattoo.
It was her own little secret. One she couldn't tell anyone.
It was hers and hers alone.
Inspired by Kissing Amy's butt by Antonissen
