Kendall's POV
"Wes, Chase, Noah. Come in." I smiled as I opened the door.
"You're not supposed to be opening the door." Chase laughed as he came in.
"Julian is gonna kick your butt." Noah pointed.
"Noah, shush." Chase scolded him.
"Kendall!" Julian yelled as he came trotting down the stairs.
"Uh oh."
"Excuse us a moment." Julian gave everyone a smile and grabbed me by the loop of my collar. I followed him to the living room. "You've been pushing all of my buttons non stop, all day. You know you aren't supposed to open the door."
Right. Cause a murderer, burglar, and kidnapper is going to ring the door bell?
"I knew who it was."
"I don't care. You broke a rule."
He had added this rule not long ago, and my dumbass signed the bottom of the page.
"Freebie?" I asked in hopes he was feeling generous today.
"No. I've been lenient with you far too long." He sighed and rubbed his chin. "Go get a pan. And grab a bag of rice."
"Sir, that hurts-"
"Go."
I sighed and walked to the kitchen, I grabbed the smallest pan I could fit on and a bag of rice.
"Ouch." Noah said.
"Noah, shut up."
I walked back to the living room and dropped the pan on the floor, making a loud crash sound. Julian gave me a look before taking the rice and dumping it onto the pan.
"Kneel."
I dropped to my knees onto the rice covered pan. Luckily I wore my thicker leggings today.
"You have 5 minutes. Any noise, any movement, I start the clock over. Put your nose to the carpet."
I did so.
Today started out fine until I decided I wanted to be a brat. I started by calling him a "monkey headed, doo-doo face." And I couldn't tell you why. But that earned me just one, hard, smack on my ass. Then of course I did very small things after that. Including opening the door.
The five minutes passed very very very slowly. But finally I saw Julian's feet in front of me.
"Get up."
I sat up, peeling my knees off the pan, brushing the grains that stuck to me, off, and stood in front of him.
"Are you done being a brat today?" He asked.
"Yes, sir."
"Come here."
I wrapped my arms around his torso and laid my head on his chest.
"I'm sorry.""It's okay. How are your knees?"
"They're okay."
He lifted me up and I wrapped my arms around his neck while he wrapped his around my torso. He walked back to the kitchen and just held me while he talked with Chase and Wes.
"What's the plan for today?" Wes asked.
"can we just have a movie day?" Noah asked. "We go out too much. We could always utilize Julian's movie theater that nobody ever uses."
"That's fine with me." Julian said.
"Scary movies?" Wes questioned
"Hell no." I chimed in. "Not trying to have nightmares."
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Master turned Soft
Ficción GeneralJulian Hoff- a multimillionaire running a multimillion dollar business alongside his father. Kindness and compassion were never in Juliens vocabulary. Involved in the BDSM lifestyle, the sadistic, twisted master never kept a girl for more than the...