Twisted

Chapter 18: Disappointed

"Fuck!" I yell, surprised by the sudden increase in force. "E-eleven, thank y-you," I quickly stammer. 

"Uh, uh. No bad words. Each time you curse, I will add another five lashes onto your count."

"Ugh, fuck you," I mutter under my breath. 

"I heard that. You're already at 35 lashes. Do you want to add more?"

"No," I reply.

"Good. Now count," he orders me while bringing down another lash to my rear end. This time hurts even more and I have to bite my lip to avoid uttering profanities.  

After the rest of my punishment, he sets down the whip and rubs my sore skin for a few minutes. I moan in pain as my skin is very raw and surely as red as my flushed face.

"Daddy is proud of you, princess, for taking that so well," he praises before adjusting me so I am sitting next to him. My skin stings from rubbing against the couch's surface and I immediately stand up to relieve the pain.

Spencer stands up next to me before taking off his t-shirt and putting it over my head. He then places his hand on my shoulder to sit me back down and I oblige, not wanting him to punish me again. Even with that extra fabric barrier of his shirt between the couch and my rear, it still hurts like a bitch. I shift around uncomfortably in my seat, eventually ending up in a position where only one cheek has to make contact with the couch as the other one hovers above it.

As if on cue, the double doors open up to reveal Dominic and two girls: one with black hair and the other with blonde hair, both dressed in lingerie.

"I hope you all don't mind me interrupting your session. My father sent these two with me here for the weekend and I thought I'd show them the playroom."

"All good. We actually just finished up," Spencer declares. I exhale, relieved that today's punishment really is over.

"Are you sure? I'd love two more additions to our... party," Dominic smirks, his eyes locking with mine and sending me a wink.

Spencer looks back at me sitting uncomfortably on the couch and looks back at Dominic. "I think she's had enough for today."

"Come on, Spence. Are you going soft? All you did was spank the little minx. That's hardly a punishment."

"No. And I never said this was her only punishment for running away."

"Maybe tomorrow then," Dominic shrugs before turning his attention back to the two women.

Tomorrow? Are we not going back home right now?

"No, princess, we aren't." He responds, causing me to jump. I hadn't realized I was voicing my thoughts out loud. Spencer doesn't even look me in the eye. He just grabs my arm from behind him and forcefully intertwines our fingers together before forcefully leading me out of the room. He drags me up several flights of stairs and down several hallways. I guess he is pretty familiar with this place. He and Dominic must be good friends. 

Eventually we reach a hallway of bedrooms. He opens the door to one of them and pushes me inside before completely ignoring me.

He begins going about his nightly routine as usual while I lean on the bedpost and watch. I surmise we are spending the night here from looking outside the window and seeing the night sky. Spencer enters the en suite bathroom and looks around the cabinets below. He pulls out two toothbrushes and comes back into the bedroom to hand one to me.

"So... how did you know where I went?" I blurt out, fiddling with the toothbrush in my hand as a distraction. I can feel his eyes burning into my skin without even having to look.

"You really think I'm stupid, don't you? That I don't pay any attention to you?" he pauses to look me over, the look in his eyes revealing his disappointment at my betrayal. "I've been watching you this past week. I have security cameras in pretty much every room."

My eyes widen. I feel stupid but also embarrassed that he was actively watching me plan to betray him.

"I was just hoping you wouldn't go through with it in the end... But look where we are now," he sighs.

"Oh," I mumble, not sure what else to say. 

The next fifteen minutes go by in silence. Spencer showers and brushes his teeth while I stay deep in my thoughts. He knew my plan all along yet he didn't stop me because he had faith I wouldn't actually go through with it, but is that really what he is? A fragile man desperate for love?

I don't know why I feel this way, but his disappointment feels worse than his anger. He walks back into the bathroom and starts washing his face. When Spencer turns off the lights and slips into bed, I follow suit. The overwhelming feeling of guilt takes over me and I find myself wanting to comfort him, or maybe I just need comfort for myself. I crawl over to him and curl up to him, putting my head on his shoulder and expecting him to wrap his arms around me like he always does. However, instead, he flips over so he is facing away from me completely, leaving me confused and with an lonely pit in my stomach.