Twisted

Chapter 18: Disappointed

Once inside, Spencer drops me and shoves me so I fall to my knees. I start to stand up, but one glare from Spencer tells me I should sit still. Dominic leaves the room and I am left alone with a very angry Spencer.

"Spencer, I'm sorry. Please don't..."

"Save it, Mia. I gave you everything. A roof over your head, food on your plate, and all the love that a man can give a woman," he replies with disdain, "Yet, all of this is somehow not enough. You're an ungrateful little slut, and I'm sick of it."

"Please Spencer, I said I was sorry. Can we please just go home?" I plead, scared out of my mind at the array of scary looking tools this room is equipped with. Spencer's sexual fantasies were fucked up but just by his wall of devices I can tell that Dominic's were far worse.

"No. Now shut up and take your punishment like a good girl. Now stand up."

As soon as I stand up, he drags me by my elbow across the room to a burgundy couch and tells me to sit and wait for him. I watch as he surveys the walls full of objects I'd never seen before. Too afraid to look up as he selects his tool of choice, I cast my eyes down to the floor, focusing on the patterned red carpet. Eventually his shoes come into view as he sits down beside me before forcefully pulling me over his lap like a child.

"W-what are you doing?" I stutter, completely caught by surprise. He ignores my question completely and instead secures me with his arm to prevent me from squirming. 

"Now for this stunt you pulled today, the first part of your punishment is to be spanked," he states matter-of-factly. What does he mean by first part? I also can't help but bite my lip at the thought of being spanked.

"I think 25 hits is appropriate for now. I will be using this whip courtesy of Dominic's wall of pleasure," Spencer informs me before gently stroking the fringes of the whip on my bare back as if to show it to me. The gentle feathery touch of the fringes sends a pleasurable shiver down my spine.

He slowly unties the sides of my bikini bottoms and discards them on the floor. His hand begins gently rubbing my bottom and my lips let out a whimper in anticipation.

"Now count for me, and after each number I want you to say thank you, got it?" he states, his voice stern.

"What? No! Spencer, I..." A shock of pain erupts on my bottom and I move to get up but to no avail as his arm has me locked into place.

"I said, do you understand?"

"Fuck off. I already said I was sorry. Why can't we just go home?" I pout, twisting my neck to look him in the eye. I know deep down that it's never a good idea to defy him, especially right now when he's so enraged, but I can never seem to stop myself. As a punishment for my defiance, another shock of pain erupts on my bottom as the whip is brought down on it again.

"Shit, Spencer! That hurts!" I bite my lip when I realize my panties unexpectedly start to get wet the more he whips me.

"Keep using naughty words and I'll add more lashes. Now, count." He whips my left cheek again and I wince, but don't curse this time.

"These hits don't count unless you start counting." After another five lashes that don't count, I give in. 

"One, thank you," I mutter softly, embarrassment flooding my cheeks in crimson. He pauses to smirk in satisfaction of my obedience. 

"That's my good girl," he praises me before bringing down another hit, this time to my right cheek.

"Two, t-thank you," I say, my pride crumbling as I shame myself for giving into him so easily. The next few hits go by and I'm able to bear the embarrassment as well as the pain.