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Daisy;
To say I was nervous would be an understatement. My palms were sweaty and I had to unbutton my blouse so I didn't sweat to death. I don't know what I was expecting tonight, but I knew it wouldn't be good. I can already picture me leaving the house in a sprint after meeting in his office.
I had called off dinner with Toby, sadly, but he didn't seem to mind and we rescheduled for next week. In the back of my mind I was hoping he would be upset and make a big deal out of it so I was guilted into going with him and blowing off Mr.Styles, but the other half of me didn't want to push off seeing Mr.Styles.
I knocked on the door, impatiently waiting for someone to answer. When Kit's cheerful face appeared I leaned down to give her a quick hug. I know you usually didn't have that kind of relationship with your student, but I just loved kids. I couldn't help it.
"What are we doing tonight Ms.Brown?" She asked as we walked into the dining room.
I set up my things and we both took seats at the table. Where was Mr.Styles?
"We're going to finish reading." I stated, pulling out the book. She grabbed the book from the counter, flipping through the pages to find where we left off, but before she could start reading I ask, "Where's your dad, Kit?"
She kept her eyes on the paper as she spoke, "Up stairs in his office. He said he has a lot of work to do. Oh and he told me to tell you to just go up there and knock when the hours up." She finally tore her eyes from the picture book and smiled at me.
My stomach tightened and I forced myself to smile back. I wasn't ready to get a full on scolding from Mr.Styles. I wouldn't of let him boss me around like this if he wasn't so intimidating.
As the hour passed my legs wouldn't stop bouncing up and down, nervously. The clock was ticking by too fast for my liking and I wanted to make a sprint for it. I could barely pay attention to Kit because my thoughts kept drifting to what would happen in his office.
"I'm tired, Ms.B." Kit yawned and shut the book, "I think the hours up." She gave me a small hug before skipping upstairs.
I took my time packing up my supplies, putting one item in the bag at a time. I couldn't take too long though because I knew that would aggravate Mr.Styles a lot.
Once everything was in my bag and I had nothing else to do to pass time, I slowly made my way up the elegant looking stairs. I had no idea where I was going but the dark hallways told me to just find a door with light peeking through it.
When I stopped in front of a door that was slightly a jar, I took one last deep breath to prepare myself for what was to come. I used my fingers to push open the door. It creaked a little and I peeked around to see Mr.Styles looking up from his desk. When he saw me standing behind the door his eyebrows raised, arms motioning for me to come in.
I took slow steps towards his desk. Once I had reached it my fingers gripped onto the side, knuckles turning white. He looked too casual. He leaned back in his chair with his arms crossed over his broad chest while I was shaking nervously.
"Are you scared of me?" He asked in amusement.
"Well I don't know what to expect." I slightly shrugged my shoulders.
"Daisy, you seem like a really nice girl." He said making my eyebrows furrow. Where was he going with this?
"Me, not so nice. I'm a very controlling man" He nodded, standing up and walking towards me.
On instinct I took a step back. Being in the same room alone already had my heart pounding.
"I can tell." I retorted once we were standing in front of each other.
He pursed his lips, "You disobeyed me, Daisy."
"I said I was sorry for missin-"
He signaled me to stop talking as he held up his hand with a disproving look. "Let me talk." He demanded. I only nodded once before looking at my feet.
"Your parents didn't discipline you very well. If you were mine I would've had you bent over my lap four times already." He said making me snap my head up to look at him.
"Uh-"
"I thought I said I was the one talking." He yelled, jaw clenching. My stomach flipped as I quickly shut my mouth.
"I was going to go easy on you, little Daisy, but now that you have just pissed me off multiple times.." He trailed off, clucking his tongue. I felt rather exposed as his eyes raked my body.
"Mr.Styles I really think I should go." I said quickly, eyes darting over his face for any sign that would indicate me to run.
He shook his head this time instead of yelling and took another step towards my smaller figure. "Are you curious, Daisy?"
"Curious?" I asked hesitantly.
"Yes." He responded bluntly.
"I don't understand what you're saying, Mr.Styles." I said awkwardly.
"Bend over my desk."
My eyes widened in fear. I knew this was going to be bad but getting spanked never crossed my mind while thinking of punishments he would give me.
"I said bend over!" He yelled, veins popping out of his neck. I couldn't help but let our a rather loud squeak. I fumbled on my feet before pressing my chest to his desk, butt in the air. "You've been so bad." He growled from behind me.
I was frozen in my spot as he stood pacing behind me. I could've got up and ran but I knew if I did that I'd have to face him again the next time we met.
"I'm going to spank you 5 times." He said as he appeared next to me. "I'm going easy on you, Daisy. Only because this is your first time."
My jaw dropped at his words. I felt violated. This was my students father that I had only met over a week ago. I knew from the beginning he was a controlling man but I never knew he was this controlling and demanding.
"I want you to count after each spank. Understood?" He asked. When I didn't respond he lightly squeezed my side. I frantically nodded, keeping my eyes on the wall ahead of me instead of looking at him.
"Use your words, Daisy. You have a mouth for a reason."
I couldn't even muster out a word as his hand held down my back. I could barely hear anything around me except for my heart that was pounding against my rib cage.
"Daisy." He seethed and I knew I had to respond or else my punishment would be worse.
"I understand." I choked out, my voice sounding raspy and scared.
"Good girl." He praised but not so nicely.
I let out a small squeal as I felt the palm of his hand land on my left cheek. I couldn't wrap it around my head that this was actually happening.
"One." I squeaked out. The smack hurt but it wasn't anything I couldn't handle.
"Two"
"Three"
I felt yet another smack on the same cheek but this time it was much harsher then the rest, causing me to wince in pain.
"Four." I said through my gritted teeth. By now my whole butt was stinging and I'm sure it was bright pink.
"One more, babygirl."
"Five." I whimpered out and immediately stood up, wiping a stray tear that escaped my eye.
I kept my eyes on the ground as I continued to hide my face from Mr.Styles.
"Daisy." He said softly, reaching out to comfort me.
"Don't touch me." I seethed, glaring at him before sniffling. His jaw visibly clenched as he took another step forward. I looked through my teary eyes to see him staring intently at me. Before he could do anything else, I ran towards the door and stumbled out.
"Daisy, come back here." He demanded but I didn't stop. "Now!" He seethed and I heard his footsteps chase after me.
I almost tripped as I ran down the stairs but I managed to make it to the front door before he caught me. As I ran to my car, I took one last look at the open door that Mr.Styles was now standing in. He looked beyond pissed and that only gave me a spark of energy to run faster. Once I was in my car, I sped away towards my house. It seems like every time I go to the Styles house, I leave shaking in fear.
A/N comment what you think?? i was kinda scared posting this because usually in stories like these things happen really fast but in real life you wouldnt just give yourself to someone who hurt you so im trying to mak it seem real.. idkkk lol