Janice POV
“So… you said, you have good news for us. That you may have found a lead behind your novel awakening mystery.” Daniel said walking into the sturdy.
“Yes I have.” I answered him smiling. I don’t really know if what I remember, may be the answer to all my questions… but I do hope it can at least be a lead.
“Yeah, why wouldn’t you remember… when you were too busy screaming *master fuck me harder* disturbing the whole neighborhood.” Vivian taunts catwalking into the sturdy.
Was I that loud? My cheeks, burned with embarrassment, my eyes glued to the floor. I heard my master chuckle… he should be helping me out, not laughing at me. This is partially his fault, to why am in such an embarrassing spot right now.
“Vivian, behave! Janice please go on and tell us what your recent discovery is.” Daniel said, helping me out of my embarrassing spotlight.
I cleared my throat a couple of times, tucked my hair behind my ear and started talking…. “I really don’t know if this would be the answer to our questions, but if I could vividly remember… while in the middle of writing you guys story, my sister just returned from OHIO were she went on a vacation. She gifted me this strange looking black pen, and just when I was right in the middle of writing you guys novel, I started using the strange pen. There’s a fifty percent chance, that the pen might be what we are looking for.”
“Okay, so where is this pen right now?” Daniel asked.
My master spoke out next, “If this pen is really what brought the novel, that we are to life… then I’m guessing we might not see it in the drawer, where I had it locked up.” Master brought out a key from his back pocket, he insert the key into the drawer keyhole and unlocked it. And just like our analysis the key wasn’t there anymore.
“The pen is not here.” Master announced.
“Wow and you are one hundred percent sure, you locked it in there?” Daniel asked just to be sure.
“Yes, I am very sure. Janice laptop, her book… and other writing materials that I locked up is still in there. Only the pen is missing.” Master answered still staring at the drawer.
“Well, what do we do next?” Vivian asked.
“I think it’s time I go pay my sister a visits.” I replied thoughtfully.
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I knocked on the door of my sister’s house nervously, I only had wait for like ten seconds before the door got open by Brenda.
My sister stood in front of the door motionlessly, her eyes enlarging by every passing second… “Is this for real? Am I dreaming? Yes, I have to be dreaming.” Brenda lets out, having a shocked look on her face.
“Yes! No! and No! You are not dreaming sis, now can I come in.” She didn’t really say the word *Come In* but since she quietly shifted to the side, I took that as an invitation into her house.
“Why are you in my house sis?” Brenda asked from behind me.
I plopped down on the couch before answering her… “Are you being hostile to me right now? like is there anything wrong with me visiting my elder sister, who I care so much about. Do I need to have a reason?” I returned her series of question, blinking my eyes like an innocent puppy.
“Are you seriously asking me that? Do you seriously want to play that game.” She asked, with both her hands placed on her hips, looking down at me with a *why are you here?* look and *Do not try to fool me* look.
“Okay, okay fine. I will tell you why I came.” I raised my hands up in defeat sighing.
“Now there is the Janice I know. She always has a reason to visit me.” Brenda shakes her head grinning widely then plops down on the couch opposite me, she crossed her leg and said…. “I’m all ears, tell me why you are here.”
“Do you remember gifting me a pen in the middle of last year, around June/July.”
She stared into space for a few minute, trying to remember when she gave me a pen.
“Uhm, You just came back from a vacation in Ohio and you gave me this strange black pen.” I added hoping she would remember.
“Ohh now I remember, my vacation in Ohio. You should have just started with the vacation, instead of stressing my brain. Anyway, I do remember gifting you a pen.. what about it?” Her full attention were on me now.
“Great! Can you tell me where you got it from? Was it in Ohio?” I asked sitting upright, waiting not so patiently for her to answer.
“Yeah, I got the pen from this weird looking antique shop back there in Ohio.” She answered shrugging.
“Okay, can you give me the address of this antique shop, in Ohio.” I asked her eagerly.
“Yeah sure. But why exactly are you asking for this address, are you going to Ohio. What is the deal with this pen? Is there something I should know.” Brenda asked looking so concerned.
“No, no no no of course not. I just love the pen so much that I need to get another one, and surprisingly i can’t find a single design like that. You might think it’s crazy, but I feel more inspired whenever I write with that particular pen.” I lied, fabricating a story that I hope she would believe.
My sister gave me a scrutinizing look at first, then shrugged… “Okay fine. I will give you the address, but I do not have the address of the antique shop. I only have the address of the hotel I stayed in Ohio.”
Ohh damn it. How am I supposed to look for the antique shop then.
My sister noticed the sad look on my face, and said… “Do not fret my dear sister, cause this Antique shop would not be that hard to find. The shop is the only antique shop in the street where the hotel is located.”
My mood lightened up immediately.
Brenda went on to write down the address in a piece of paper, gave it to me and with a little not so tight hug from me, I left her house and the next thing I know… I was on a plane headed to Ohio.
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“Two room please.” Master requested hitting the desk of the receptionist slightly.
“Why two, we are four.” Vivian let out.
“Well I will be staying in one of the rooms with Janice, And so I figured that you and Daniel would be happy to share the other room. Am I wrong.” Master asked with a tired look on his face.
“Yes you are. Why don’t the both of us share a room, and then… Daniel can share with Janice.” Vivian suggested a half smile on her face.
“No, that can’t be possible. Janice is my girlfriend and which means… she’s staying with me.” Master insisted, pulling me closer to him. I blushed uncontrollably. Sir Ethan just called me his girlfriend!!.
“What! no…”
“We have shared a room before Vivian, let’s just do it for tonight.” Daniel said tiredly, cutting Vivian of her protest.
“Then it is settled. Two rooms please.” Master winks at the reception, dropping my credit card on the receptionist desk.
The receptionists blushed, took my card and worked out the room for us.
Burning with hatred for the receptionist, I dragged the hotel room key from her and then stride angrily to the elevator.
Once we arrived at the floor where our room is located, I walked out of the elevator, located our room… and without saying a word to anyone, unlocked the hotel room and walked into the room.
“What’s with your mood pet?” Master asked closing the room door.
“Nothing master. Should I prepare a bath for you?.” I asked dropping our luggage in front of the wardrobe.
“I think I have been so lenient with you, slave and that’s why you now have the audacity to lie to me over and over again, without fearing the consequences.” As he talks… he pulled out his belt from his trouser in one swift move.
I shifted back in fear, trembling… “I’m sorry master. I won’t lie to you ever again.” I pleaded with him. It’s been long since my master belt touched my skin. I fear that the impact it would leave on my skin… would be really painful.
“I’m afraid, Sorry won’t solve it, Slave.” He said sharply, walking towards me in very dangerous steps.
I went on my knees… “Please master, forgive me. I will never lie to you ever again.”
Master came to an halt in front of me, grabbed my hair with great strength… and made me look up at him. “Of course, you will never lie to me ever again… at least after I must have dealt with you tonight, then you would learn a valuable lesson on why you should never lie to your master.” He smirked devilishly, so much that I feared for myself.
He yanked my hair painfully, dragged me to the bed in a not so gentle manner… “Please master, please forgive me.” I cried out, I felt unbearable pain as my head throb…. It felt like he was going to pull out my hair from my skull. It’s been so long I felt this way.
He pushed me to the bed, giving deaf ear to my pleas and cries. Master climbs on top of me, tore the upper side of my gown roughly… the part covering my chest leaving my still caged boobs exposed.
“Take off your bra and be fast.” He snapped at me, his eyes commanding. I hurriedly sat up and took off the bra.
“Good, now lay down on the bed and get ready for your severe punishment.” He smiled wickedly. I gulped.
My boobs stood gallantly, pointing up at the ceiling… my chest heaving in fear.
“Before I start, care to tell me why I am punishing you.” He waves his belts in my face, I gulped… my palm feeling so sweaty.
“You asked me what is wrong with my mood and I lied to you, saying nothing.” I answered truthfully.
“So tell me slave.. do you think, you deserve getting punished tonight?”
I nod at at first, then accompanied my nodding with actual words from my mouth… “Yes I do. A slave should never lie to his or her master. And I broke that rule. I deserve whatever punishment you dim fit enough to bestow upon me.” I might deserve the punishment, but I do fear it.
“Good.” He grinned, then raised up his belt and descended the head of the belt upon my unsuspecting boobs.
The iron head of the belt came crashing down heavily on my left boob, and then the right one… leaving me no choice but to scream into my palm.
I wouldn’t want the workers at the hotel knocking down the door.
His belt repeatedly hitting my boobs over and over and over again, my tits were begging for mercy… my boobs were redder than I have ever seen them before.
I screamed, I yelled, I shouted, I trashed my legs over the bed… begging and pleading for my master’s mercy… He gave me none. At a point I lost my voice, I lost the strength to cry or yell. So I laid there on the bed, while my master punished me… only small whispers of cries could be heard from me, to know I was actually still alive.
My master finally did stop, seeing I was already punished enough, that I have already learnt my lesson. He was right, I have over learnt my lesson… in the nearest future to come, I will never ever lie to my master ever again.
Master climbed down my body, down the bed and stood beside the bed, then he said…. “So slave… care to tell me why you were moody earlier?”
“I felt jealous because you winked at the receptionist, and then she welcomed it.” My voice came out hoarse and teary.
“That wasn’t so hard was it? Now is there anything you would love to say to I, your master.”
I nod my head, and then said…”Thank you Master, thank you for punishing me.”