I woke up as usual to my 6 o'clock alarm. I took a shower before going to the kitchen. I was craving pancakes today so I made them for breakfast.
A few minutes later, Elijah came down. I set the plate in front of him and sat down beside him.
"Elijah?"
He hums in response.
"There's this party at the bar near our house. Please can I go this once?" I ask.
He appeared to be thinking for a moment before saying, "You can. But, absolutely no drinking, smoking and taking illegal substances. Understand?"
"Okay..."
"Say it back to me," He asks.
"No drinking, smoking or taking illegal substances," I repeated.
"Good."
I skipped up the stairs in excitement. I started thinking of what clothes to wear and what shoes to wear. I heard Elijah coming up the steps.
He wrapped his arms behind me, "I'll see you tonight. Love you."
"I love you too," I say, turning around and giving him a small kiss on the lips.
At 5pm, I walked into the building filled with party lights and people. Lots of people. Random strangers waved at me while some just looked as if they were silently judging me.
"Can I get a drink, please? Non-alcoholic."
Absolutely no drinking. Elijah's voice echoed in my head.
I'm not drinking alcoholic drinks. It'll be fine. The bartender passed me a drink that looked like a normal fizzy, carbonated drink. I took a sip before putting it down.
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23:00
I don't know what happened but I left the bar feeling all dizzy as if I was drunk. But that's impossible, right? As I was walking near the alleyway, I heard some people talking and me being me, started walking towards them.
I have no idea what happened after that because my mind when black as I fell into the darkness.
Moments later, I woke up to a bright light that appeared to be the sun shining through the window in my room. Wait, my room? How did I get here?
"You're awake," Elijah says, walking into the room.
"How did I get here?"
"We'll talk about that later. First, go take a shower, change, eat and then....we'll talk."
The way he said 'talk' sent shivers up my spine. I hurriedly went to take a shower and changed into clean clothes. I walked downstairs and saw a plate of food already prepared for me. I sat down and started eating. Elijah was sitting on the sofa in front of the television but his eyes were on me. It was almost as if he was mad. But he couldn't be, right?
I finished my food before putting it in the dishwasher. I was unsure whether to sit beside him or to go upstairs. My hesitation was probably evident on my face. He told me to stand in front of him.
"Let's talk about yesterday." He said in a tone I did not recognize. "Why weren't you home at 10.30?"
"I don't know," I answered honestly.
"You don't know? Let me rephrase my question. Why didn't you answer my calls?"
"I didn't know you called me."
"And why is that? Was your phone on silent again?"
"I-" I started.
"I don't want to hear 'I don't know'. When I ask you a question, you answer me with a 'yes' or a 'no'."
"Yes, my phone was on silent."
"How many times do I have to tell you not to put your phone on silent? Do you know how many times I called you yesterday, Phoenix? 23 times. 23 times I called and you didn't pick up. Did you know how worried I was when you weren't home when I came back?"
I stood there ashamed at myself for not thinking about that.
"Not only that, you didn't come back until after 11pm. I went out to find you and guess what, I found you passed out on the sidewalk, totally wasted like nobody's business. Didn't I specifically said not to drink?"
"Yes. But I didn't drink anything."
"Nothing? Not even any drink?"
"I mean-"
"Yes or no?"
"Yes. But it was non-alcoholic."
"Even more, the reason not to drink. When I say 'absolutely no drinking', I mean no drinking at all."
"I'm sorry."
"You will be sorry. For now, I need to calm down. Go to your room."
I went to my room thinking what exactly he would do. 10 minutes later, he came in looking much calmer. He sat beside me before pulling me into a hug. I was startled by his sudden behaviour but eventually relaxed into his hug.
"I'm glad you're safe, Nix. I don't know what I would do if you were gone." He said, breaking the silence.
He pulled away from me as his posture straightened.
"Now, let's get into the main purpose that I'm here. Have you ever been spanked, Phoenix?"
Oh no. This cannot be happening. Not so soon. I was supposed to be the one asking.
"Y-yes?"
Why in the world am I stuttering?
"Was that a question or an answer?"
"An answer."
"So you're not new to this then. Ever heard of domestic discipline, Phoenix?"
"Yes."
"Do you think you deserve a spanking?"
Can I say no? But, I made him worried. The guilt is eating me alive.
"Yes," I replied.
I deserve this.
"Give me your hand."
I gave him my hand. He took hold of my wrist before pulling me onto his lap. I immediately tried getting up, I'm not ready for this!
"Phoenix." He scolded.
I instantly stopped moving. I felt him put his hand on my back and his other hand rested on my bottom.
"Tell me why you're in this position."
"I drank, put my phone on silent, didn't come back on time, made you worried, um..."
"What else?"
"I don't know."
I felt him deliver a sharp smack to my right buttcheek. "I told you that I don't accept that answer. The main reason you're in this position is because you put yourself in danger. Do you understand, Phoenix?"
"Yes, I understand."
"Good." He says, delivering another smack to my bottom.
He rains his hand down repeatedly as I try to dodge the incoming spanks.
"Stay still." He ordered.
I stopped squirming but when the next one came, I struggled against him.
"Alright, I've had it. I was going to go easier on you but now I'm getting irritated. These are coming down." He says as he pulls my shorts and panties down.
I attempted to pull them up but he just smacked my hand. "Stop resisting me. You know you deserve this, Phoenix." He says before beginning the spanking again.
The smacks become harder after each strike making it harder to stay still. Tears fall from my eyes before I could stop them. It wasn't long before I was full-blown sobbing.
"I'm s-sorry!" I shouted.
I screamed and kicked, anything to get him to stop. But he doesn't relent.
"P-please f-forgive me!" I sobbed as I lay limp over his lap. No ounce of fighting anymore.
He stops, rubbing my back as he calms me down. "I already forgave you. Breathe."
I took deep breaths and quieted my heart down. When my cries were reduced to occasional sniffles, he sat me on his lap and put his arms around me.
"I love you, Nix. Please don't make me worried like that again."
"I won't," I say as I lay my head on his chest.
The rest of the day goes by. Elijah spoils me. Taking me out to my favourite restaurant and showering me with kisses. I think I could get used to this.