Owned

Chapter 9: The Stupid Collar

A/N: Perrie's punishment collar up top.

Perrie's POV

I wake up with the gag gone and stretch my jaw. I feel around for Jade and pout when I can't feel her. I tie on her robe and walk downstairs to see her over the stove. "Good morning.", she says handing me a plate. "When can I take this off? It's itchy.", I question scratching at it. "If you mean your bra then you can take it off any time.", she grins grabbing the juice. "I mean this stupid collar.", I say. "Oh, that's not coming off for another week. This is a punishment, it doesn't end just because you're uncomfortable, it ends when I say it does.", she answers biting into a piece of toast. "Ass hole.", I mutter. "Heard that. It's back to the gag.", she says walking over. "Jade no.", I whine. She walks into the hall and disappears behind a door before coming back out with another ball gag.

The ball on this one is blue and the straps look different. "This one, attaches to you collar.", she says turning it so that the loop is in the back. She goes to put it on my mouth and I turn my head. "Perrie.", she warns trying again. I turn my head away again and she sighs. "I'm giving you one more try.", she says moving it up to my mouth again. I push her hands away and she lets out a breath before shaking her head. "I didn't think you could reach this part of training just as soon as you started but you always surprise me.", she says walking back to where ever she got the gag from. I smile thinking I won and go back to my breakfast.

I hear jingling and look over to see Jade walk in with a pair of wrist cuffs like when I was doing the crawling training. "What are you doing?", I question hiding my hands away. She doesn't answer and throws me over her shoulder and walks me to the couch. She attaches the chains to the other collar in her hand that's just a thicker version of the one I have one and cuffs my wrists to it. "What are you doing?", I try again struggling against the cuffs. She stays silent and secures it around my neck making my hands fly up towards my neck to keep myself from choking. She puts the gag in my mouth and clips it onto the other collar and I huff out a breath.

"We keep our hands to ourselves around here.", she says patting my head and walking back upstairs. I make a noise of protest and she walks down again. "Oh I'm sorry, did you want to come too?", she asks. I make another noise and she cups a hand on her ear. "Speak up, I can't hear you.", she teases inching closer. I wait for her to get close enough and kick her with the sun doesn't shine. "That's twenty five.", she groans. I mumble some very hurtful words into the gag and she rolls her eyes. "Don't be dramatic.", she says getting up. I do my best to flip her off but it doesn't work and I make a loud noise of anger. "Why don't you lay down and watch some cartoons?", she says pushing down and turning on the tv.

I say some more hurtful words and focus on the tv again. "You wanna get your spanking now or wait?", she asks. I glare at her and attempt to flip her off again and end up poking myself in the eye. "Ha. Now answer the question. One stomp for now two for later.", she says. I roll my eyes at her lack of care and stomp my foot once. "I saw that eye roll. That's thirty.", she says walking back into the playroom. "Follow.", she says coming back. I huff and follow after her. She leads me to one of the walls and unclips the handcuffs from the collar. She attaches them to two chains hanging from the ceiling making me stand up on the tips of my feet. "I'm thinking, paddle.", she grins turning around. My eyes widen at the large device and I start to pull against the chains.

"Tell me the safe word for something like this.", she say lowly. "Bubblegum.", I say. "Good girl. And how many did I say you were getting?", she questions untying the robe. I shiver from the cold air hitting my backside and clear my throat. "Thirty.", I answer. "Good girl. And tell me each five.", she says. "I complained about my punishment. I called you out of your name. I refused punishment twice. I physically harmed you. And I rolled my eyes.", I list. "And why am I punishing you?", she asks. "To teach me that I'm not in control.", I answer. "Not quite. Try again.", she says. "To show that my actions have consequences?", I say as more of a question. "Correct. Now do you wanna talk about your behavior or save it till after?", she says.