***LONDON’S POV***
I spend most part of the night crying and when I finally have respite to sleep, it is the early hours of the morning.
Immediately as I close my eyes, I feel a cold cup of water splash on my face, I scream as I throw my hands up, fighting for my life.
“Jeez! Zane, you can’t do that to me, that is rude,” I scream out as he pulls me towards the door.
“Punishment time, little girl,” he grits out.
“Please, I am sorry, Daddy,” I go into Little girl mode instantly, and as tears spill down my glossy pink cheeks, I try as hard as possible to fight Zane but surrender with how powerful he is.
“Come on, little girl, take off your clothes, I will roast that butt of yours until you understand the principles of discipline,” he mouths out.
I know this is for my protection, for my own good, but is that really true? Is that how we want it to be right now? I wonder faintly, taking everything in my power to restrain myself.
“Please, you should truly calm down, Daddy,” he says.
I removed the t-shirt I had slipped into last night. It was Zane’s shirt, and it had comforted me when he left me to cry my eyes to sleep.
I should be mad, I should get back at him, but I am into too much deep shit and I have gotten into problems too many times.
As I crease my forehead, I stare passed Zane as I see the same big hair brush I saw yesterday, and I feel my entire body vibrating.
“I don’t want the brush, please,” I beg and my eyes don’t leave the brush.
“You will learn how to obey me, London. I can’t stand to lose you, do you understand?” he says as he starts taking out his belt.
“We will end with the belt and you will get fucked in the ass, London. Now, get into position,” he says as he flexes the belt into two.
“Daddy,” I beg silently, hanging over the sink.
“I want your hands holding that sink so tight, little girl, if you take it off, I will increase the strokes,” he tells me.
I was a whimpering mess and as Zane picked up the brush, I stood on my tiptoes.
“Don’t…” I cry out as I hold the marble countertop.
Zane chuckles, but his hands grip on my waist holding it so tight.
My body starts shaking, I feel my entire body going into submission mode.
“I need a new safe word, please,” I beg.
Zane stops his eyes on my body.
“Choose it, London,” his words make me feel assured.
“Red! I choose red,” I cry out as I anticipate those blows.
The first four fall on each of my butts, making me cry out heavily, tears hitting my eyes.
“Owie! Owwwie!” I cry, soft tears blinding me almost immediately.
“You need to tell me what you are being punished for, Little girl,” he states, peppering my ass cheeks with the next four blows.
I was dancing with my toes, making it feel so uncomfortable.
“I want to rub it… Please, let me rub my ass,” I beg.
“You get punished for rubbing, honey. Don’t dare me,” he says hitting me under the ass cheek.
I cry so loud that I fear my throat is going to burn.
“Speak!” he orders.
“I… Ran out of the house when you were about to give me a punishment. And I stayed out for hours before returning home,” I tell him.
“Where did you go to?” he questions.
When I hesitate, catching my breath, Zane hits me continuously until I feel weak in the knees.
“You waste time, you get roasted,” he says patting twice on my already swollen butt bowls.
I open my mouth several times but close it when words fail me. Catching my breath, I try again and hope this time it comes out the way I want it to.
“I was at the tree at the end of the hallway, and I was enjoying the view of the stream that I didn’t see the time go by and when I got home, it was time for dinner, I am sorry, Daddy,” I cry harder.
“How will I know you aren’t lying to me, London? Huh? You’ve tried running from me several times,” he breaks our, breathing hard behind my neck.
The strokes were coming harder, and I had to catch my breath at each latch, I couldn’t even come to terms with how exhausting crying was.
As long as Zane isn’t done with me, I still have blows to suffer from. I wouldn’t be sitting for ages.
Zane groans behind me as he hits me ten times. He didn’t make me count any of the strikes, and my legs were weak, I was wet between my legs, which made me so embarrassed considering how hurt my butts hurt.
Zane goes down between my legs, he rubs at it playfully, using the handle of the brush.
I close my eyes, my body convulsing with heat, pleasure taking me through a tight grasp.
“You are wet,” it was a confirmation, thus, I closed my eyes, shifting my head to the side, avoiding eye contact with Zane.
I was mortified enough as it was, right now, I just want to finish this session.
I nod.
I feel the thick head of the brush handle slide through my slit and I close my mouth, moaning.
“Spread your thighs, London, I am going to make you feel good,” he tells me.
I nod my head as I obey. The brush handle between my thighs made me cry out, but it was more from pleasure, not pain.
The brush that had caused me pain a few minutes ago was now the bane of my excitement.
“Daddy…” I moan as the fact handle slide into my pussy.
Zane was fucking me with a brush handle.
My heart was thumping mercilessly.