Dread seeped into every fiber of my being as his words hung in the air, like a looming storm ready to break. My knuckles turned white as my fists clenched the bedsheet beneath me, the fabric twisting and bunching under my grip.
“I didn’t” I lied to protest, to save myself from the punishment he just mentioned.
“You have no reason not to find the route to escape and the informer has no reason to lie”
A cynical chuckle tumbled in his throat, making the atmosphere even more suffocating.
Suddenly I felt his fingertips touching my thigh, and he slowly lifted my frock up, which must have barely covered my buttocks because of the position. His actions were deliberate, unsettling me further.
As he lifted my frock, exposing more of my body to his gaze, a wave of humiliation washed over me. I felt vulnerable, exposed, and powerless in front of him. I wanted to shield myself from his prying eye, to preserve whatever little dignity I had left.
“I must say I am quite impressed by the Choice” he said, his voice dripping with amusement, sending shivers down my spine.
It was not my choic. I wore what I had.
In a desperate attempt to regain some control, my hands instinctively reached out for his as he placed it softly on my back. I knew better than to trust this facade, he was merely setting the stage for the cruelty that was to come.
My body reacted in pure instinct, launching forward in a desperate attempt to break free from his grip. But his movements were quicker, and his strength was undeniable. Swiftly, he repositioned himself, leveraging his legs and arms to confine me. One leg was placed beneath my stomach, elevating my hips, while the other clamped around my legs. His hand pressed down on my upper body, fingers entwining in my hair.
I was utterly and completely trapped.
But still, I didn’t stop me from writing around; it was a natural reaction of my body to escape from the captivity and the awaiting Punishment.
“The more you struggle, the more painful it will be for you. So it is better if you take your Punishment like a good girl” his hand continued its shooting stoke through my hair, contrasting with his cruel words.
“You have committed three mistakes today, first, you thought about escaping me, second, I didn’t find you in the position I told you in the morning; and third, you pretend to be asleep in front of me”
He paused for a second while his fingers moved along my back, tracing a path that sent a shiver down my spine. It was quite clear that he was definitely enjoying my ordeal.
“How many spanks do you think would suffice for the mistakes?” He asked.
“I am not a kid that you will spank ” I retaliated.
“You are everything that I want you to be,” he shot back, his words dripping with possessiveness, “And be glad that I am leaving you just by spanking”
What a joke!
“I believe five spanks for each mistake should suffice to start ” his hand pressed against my buttock, a chilling sensation that sent shivers down my spine. “Now, count for me”
“I won’t” my voice dripped with defiance as I spat.
“That’s fine. I have all the time I need to ensure you comply” he chuckled, the sound dark and foreboding.
“Why are you doing this ?!”
“After knowing everything, why do you keep repeating the same question?” He sighed, his patience thinning.
“My brother is innocent” I blurted out, desperation urging me to defend my family.
“You know nothing” his voice took on s harsh edge. “Don’t waste my time. Begin counting”
Before I could protes further, his hand was already in the air, poised to strike. The impact of his palm against my flesh made me yelp out in pain, the sharp sting reverberating through my body.
“Count” he reminded me.
I cried.
The second spank Landed with a harsh intensity that sent shockwaves of pain through my body. My fists clenched even tighter, my nails digging into my own skin, as I gritted my teeth and squeezed my eyes shut, desperate to stifle my scream. But my resolve shattered as the next spank came down, an agonizing cry ripping from my throat.
“Please, it hurt so much, stop” I begged, my legs thrashing in a attempt to escape the torment.
The burning sensation on my buttocks was unbearable. I had never experienced anything like this, even been spanked as a child. I couldn’t fathom how anyone could derive pleasure from such pain. Every fiber on my being was repulsed by it.
“It is meant to hurt” he told me casually, “and the sooner you start counting, the sooner it will end”
I couldn’t hold back my sobs any longer, the tears soaking the sheets beneath me as I bit down hard to muffle my cries.
“Start counting from one” his hand gently rested in the back of my head, urging me to comply.
With a resigned nod, I allowed a whimper to escape, my body aching from the strain of being in that position.
“Good girl” he said, patting my head as if I were a pet.
“One!” I cried out as he spanked me.
“Two”
“Three”
My body convulsed with each brutal impact, struggling against his hold like a fish floundering out of water. I felt my skin heat and redden with each blow, the sharp sting making me writhe in his grip. The room echoed with my cries, and with each spank, a piece of my defiance crumbled away.
“If… Fifteen”
By the time he delivered the final spank, I was utterly spent. My cries had turned into gasps, and my voice was barely a whisper. Every ounce if energy had drained from me, leaving me limp and exhausted. Even as he released his grip on me, I couldn’t summon the strength to move. I lay there, a lifeless shell, my breaths coming in ragged pants.
“Now, I believe you must have learned a lesson because if not, then I am not sure about you, I loved it a lot and I would like to do it again to put you in place”
I sobbed, hiding my face in the mattress. I could feel the sheets drenching wet with my tears. My whole body was shaking as I was silently but violently shaking on the bed, and I was sure that his eyes were on me, void of any simpathy.
All I wanted was to be back with my parents, my brother, where I felt safe and loved. I yearned for the days when they shielded me from the harsh realities of the world and I didn’t have to face this kind of cruelty all on my own. The weight of my helplessness and despair pressed down on me, making it hard to breathe.
I can’t take it anymore.
Just when I thought that he must be satisfied by breaking my emotional control, he would leave me, but he proved me wrong when he suddenly pushed me out of the bed. I was lying on the edge, so I rolled down to the floor and landed on my back, adding more pain to my agony.
I winced, but he didn’t seem bothered by it. He sat on the edge of the bed, watching me as I sat on the floor, adjusting my clothes and whipping my tears, which must have satisfied him in his own twisted way.
His lips curled into a chilling smile as he leaned closer, his fingers gripping my chin.
“Remember this position” he sneered, his voice dripping with authority. “It’s where I expect you to be every time I return home” his eyes moved around my face, looking for any kind of defiance “Got me?”
Instead of replying to him, I kept my lips sealed.
“Got me?” He asked me again, and this time there was a warning in his voice, which forced me to nod my head. A tear escaped my eyes as I closed them tightly.
“In the morning, you asked what you needed to do to get the privilege of talking to your parents over the phone” he reminded me.
Hope flickered within me, and I nodded, my eyes welling up with tears at the thought of hearing their voices again. I desperately want to talk to them.
“I will tell you what I want, but first go and bring a drink me from the refrigerator” he instructed.
I was still contemplating the thought of talking or not talking to my parents because I wasn’t sure what he would ask me in return. Maybe I will find some other way to talk to them tomorrow, but his words cut through the air, making my heart sink into my chest.
“Remember, if you don’t want your parents to suffer the same fate as your brother, you would be wise to follow my every command”