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“I told you I would not allow him to live once he threatened you, you need to learn very quickly Ialwaysfollow through with a threat or promise. You also need to remember what I told you about punishments for not doing as you are told.”
I stare at him as he unbuttons his jacket and shrugs it off.
“What are you going to do?” I ask as he starts undoing his cuff and rolling up his sleeve. “Spank me?” I ask as he starts to roll up his other sleeve.
“Exactly, glad to see you are finally catching on, sweetheart,” he replies. I turn to storm out of the room but Christian stands in my way. “I wouldn’t try and fight this; you are only making matters worse for yourself,” he warns before crossing his arms over his chest. A part of me is excited to see where this will go. Have I not been fantasising about him taking me over his knee? I want to know what it would be like. But I can also see I have made him mad, and that scares me.
Christian moves past me and sits on the sofa.
“Let’s try this without you fighting me. Lie over my knee.”
I stand there for a second too scared to move.
“I won’t tell you again,” he warns as he arches one brow. I chew on my lips as I do as I’m told. As soon as I’m over his knee, he pulls my leggings down to reveal my bare ass. He starts rubbing it and I have to stop myself from moaning. Why the hell am I as turned on as I am scared?
“You will receive fifteen. Five for each swear word that passed through your lips. I want you to count each one, lose count and I will start again.”
“Daddy, please,” I sob as the fear increases. “I’m sorry.”
“I have told you numerous times to watch your language and you continue to ignore me. From now on every swear word out of your mouth earns you five smacks,” he warns as he continues to massage my bare backside. Just as I open my mouth to apologise again Christian’s hand slaps against my skin, I cry out, not from pain, from the shock. Christian goes back to massaging the cheek.
“I don’t hear you counting,”
“One,” I call out before he can say anything else. His hand quickly comes down again and I cry out “two” as my eyes start to burn. He forms a pattern, massage, slap, massage, slap, never landing two blows on the same cheek or in the same place. By the eighth I’m no longer holding in the tears, I’m crying as I count each assault on my now stinging backside.
“Fifteen!” I call aloud as he lands the last one.
Christian doesn’t stop me as I climb off his lap and pull up my leggings.
“I hate you!” I scream glaring at him through the tears.
“No, you don’t,” Christian says calmly as he stands in front of me. He reaches out to take my hand but I snatch it away from him.
“Yes, I do! I hate you!” I yell at him again. I expect Christian to yell at me for screaming but instead, he reaches up and cups my face lovingly.
“The fact that you are saying you hate me, tells me a whole other story, baby girl,” he says softly.
“That makes no sense,” I sob not even trying to get away from him.
“When was the last time you told anyone you hated them? Never,” Christian says as he looks into my eyes. He runs his thumb over my cheek, wiping away my tears. “You won’t tell anyone how you truly feel because you are scared they will leave you. You hate your dad for leaving, you hate your mum for her abuse of you and the substances, you hate your grandparents for dying and leaving you, all of them leaving you alone and scared. So, you keep your true feelings bottled up and buried scared that others will also leave you. But you don’t hide your feelings from me and the guys, why? Because you know we aren’t going anywhere, you know we are here for you no matter how hard you try to push us away, that’s why when you tell me you hate me all I hear is how much you trust and love me.”
I stare at Christian as my bottom lip quivers and my eyes and throat burn. “Whatever you need to throw at me and your other daddies, whether it be physical or verbal, throw it at us we can take it and will never leave you alone.”
I stare into his eyes as I realise, he’s right, I do know that they will never leave me, they have shown me again and again they are going nowhere.
“I’m sorry,” I sob as I start to cry. Christian pulls me into his arms and holds me tight as I cry into his chest. He runs a hand over my head and whispers words of encouragement, but now the floodgates are open I can’t stop crying.
In one swift move, Christian scoops me up into his arms and carries me out of the room. I continue to cry into his chest as he walks through the house and up the stairs. At one point I hear Maximus asking what’s going on, but I don’t hear Christians reply as I cling to his shirt and cry even harder than I have in years.
Christian walks us past my room and takes us into his where he places me on the bed and lies down with me, holding me tightly against him as I continue to cry into his chest.
“You have been through more than anyone I know which has made you so unbelievably strong. But you have bottled up your pain and feelings for so long that you no longer know how to process them. You need to start letting us in and trusting us to know what you need,” Christian whispers into my hair.
“I know,” I reply as I wipe my face. Christian reaches into his pocket and pulls out his handkerchief. I take it from him and wipe my nose.
“I’m sorry for swearing, Daddy,” I croak as I look at him. Christian nods and presses a kiss to my lips.
“I know, baby girl, and I know you are going to be more cautious of what you say from now on,” he whispers as he runs a knuckle over his cheek. Christian presses a kiss to my nose before climbing off the bed and walking into his bathroom.
