Cat came home after a long shift dancing at the Clown Room and sassed off her partner about not buying any sweets.
He had enough of her bratty behavior and said, "ok, grab my wallet, get in the passenger seat and let's pick some stuff up. I'll make you up a table."
She said, "alright, let me go wash my face and I'll come down."
"Nope. Now or never."
Cat obeyed and got in the car. At the store she put a hoody on to blend in. She was embarrassed to be seen outside the club in clown paint.
Cat's partner told her to pick out a cake, some pastries, and a guilty pleasure. She got a heart shaped chocolate cake with roses, two banana cream pies, a coconut custard and a make your own cupcake kit.
Cat starts eating in the car, and her partner stops driving and takes the cake out of her hands, and joked that she needs to learn to control her greed.
They get home and he tells her to sit at the table and ties her to the chair. Cat follows orders and he serves her the cake, pies, and preps the cupcake kit with a glass of milk.
"Not all of it, I really only wanted some cake tonight," Cat protested, "and can I have a fork?"
"Change of plans, your greed has gotten the best of you. I want this dessert off this table and on you. and thenif you ruin yourself well enough, I'll untie you, let you wash up and take you out for proper high tea."
Cat blushed and stared at her choices. She really did want a lavish date and to be spoiled. The cake was too intimidating and the pies embarrassed her so she looked at the cupcake ingredients. A bowl of pink batter, pink and green frosting, and white icing. She grimaced but took the frosting and filled up her top. One side green, one pink. With the icing she wrote BRAT FOOL across her chest. The batter was left and Cat couldn't think of anyway of avoiding it so she poured it over her head. The batter dripped down her hair in a heavy drape. Her partner told her she still had frosting left. She groaned and took it in her hand and smeared it in top of her head. "Happy?"
"Very."
Cat looked at the pies and sighed, planting her face into the coconut custard. She picked up her face holding the tin in her hands, keeping it pushed into herself. She let go and crust and cream and thick custard are all over her face and bangs. The banana cream pies she sandwiches into her head.
Cat is tired and humiliated and wants to give up. She wipes her face, pausing to assess the damage puts her chin in her hands. She sits in her mess dumbfounded.
Her partner let her pause for a minute of so then reminded her of the cake. Cat sat in front of it, and just let her face fall into cake. She left it there for a while, finally looking up from her pillow of defeat. Cat was cakefaced. Her partner said no leftovers, so she took the rest of the cake and stuffed her top. She was surprised at how good she felt. Her partner slyly smiled and untied her.