In Venere Veritas

Chapter 7 - Sing, Baby, Sing

Ville sat at his desk in his home studio, going over emails and preparing to leave for Los Angeles in a few days to record a live album, Serena was seated on the floor to the left of him, handcuffed to a desk drawer. It had been quite a day for the pair of them, Serena had woken up on the bratty side of the bed and now Ville had had enough of her. It was constant defiance and mouthing off. He knew she wanted to have an eventful night, no doubt trying to give her something to look forward to, as she still missed drinking.

"You're going to sit here, still and silent, until I'm done with this. Everytime you act like a little brat, I'm marking it down, and that is how many times I'm going to spank you later." he had warned her over an hour ago.

She was already up to thirty tallies in Ville's notebook. "I'm bored." Serena whined, leaning her head against the desk. She'd been sitting there for an hour and twenty minutes, so said the antique grandfather clock Ville kept in the room, a taxidermied owl sat atop it like some demented cuckoo clock.

Ville closed his eyes in frustration, picking up his pen and marking down another tally. 31.

Serena smirked, "You're boring."

Ville bit the inside of his lip and his jaw clenched as he shifted his eyes threateningly towards her, "Shut you fucking mouth, Serena. I won't tell you again." he growled through clenched teeth. He had really had enough of her. "If I hear your voice one more time, your cheeks will match your ass after tonight. Understood?"

Serena didn't respond, just yawned obnoxiously loud in his face. Ville snapped, grabbed her hair with his left hand and slapped her with his right. The blow took Serena aback for a moment, but then she grinned at him and chuckled, "You hit like a girl."

Ville got up from his chair so quickly it nearly tipped over, "That's it." he grumbled, taking the handcuffs off the desk and pulling her upstairs by her hair.

"Ow ow ow ow ow" Serena whined and giggled as she tried to keep up with his pace, but soon she found herself in the bathroom with him, "What? You're gonna give me a swirly?" she laughed.

"You are the most insufferable fucking twat..." Ville muttered through his clenched jaw as he forced her into the tub.

"Oohh drowning. Getting extreme with it, huh?" she laughed at her own joke, though getting slightly nervous.

Ville cuffed her around the radiator that sat beside the tub so she was forced to sit down in the tub and then he turned on the cold water.

"HEY!" she squealed as she was pelted with water from the shower. "Ville!" she was too far away to reach the knobs with her free hand or her feet, only her toes reached, but just barely. "I have my clothes on!" she shouted, water soaking her thoroughly.

Ville grabbed her jaw tightly to look her directly in the eyes, "I'm going back downstairs, when I come back up here, this water had better still be running or I'm going to lay into your ass until you have to use your safeword. Do you understand me, Serena?" He was very clear while enunciating the last three words, his tone more threatening than Serena had ever heard before.

Serena swallowed hard and nodded silently, she had really pushed him this time and she knew so. She sat in the tub getting drenched and watched him leave, slamming the door behind him.

When Ville left the room he couldn't help but laugh to himself, he couldn't even believe what he'd just done. He also couldn't believe Serena had been so bratty. This is the furthest she had ever pushed him, but if she wanted an ass whooping, by god he was going to give it to her. If he was lucky, he'd make her use her safeword. He was genuinely curious as to what he would have to do to her to make her use it. He sighed and turned back to his work, letting the shower head teach her a lesson.

Serena sat in the shower and she felt the lukewarm water turning colder by the minute and she had to admit she was getting nervous. She was really starting to shiver when finally the bathroom door opened. Ville casually walked in, not really looking at her. He passed by the mirror and fixed his hair and sighed with contentment. "Do you know why I put you in the shower?" he asked casually.

"Cuz I'm a dirty girl." she smirked despite her teeth chattering from the cold, but she just couldn't pass up the opportunity for a joke.

"Alright. 32 spanks and 4 slaps. You want to keep going?" Serena shook her head wide-eyed. "That's what I thought." Ville deadpanned. "Now, I'll ask again: Do you know why I put you in the shower?"

"No." Serena answered in a bored tone, her brows furrowed, but Ville shot her a look,

"33." he said flatly.

"What?!"

"34."

"Okay, okay! I'm sorry! 'No sir'!" she shouted.

Ville smirked sinisterly with satisfaction. Finally, he thought, he was finally scaring her. "I put you in the shower, Serena, because spanking and slapping wet skin hurts much, much worse." And with that, Ville unhooked the one end of the cuffs from the radiator and stood her up. He yanked her cuffed wrist high above her head, and slapped the other cuff around her free wrist, so she was tethered to the shower curtain rod.

"No, no, no, I'm sorry. I'm sorry!" she pleaded.

"Oh, you're about to be." Ville responded coldly as he unbuttoned her soaking wet jeans and pulled them down to her knees. He stood back up and gripped her throat with one hand and slapped each of her cheeks twice.

The slaps stung terribly and brought tears to her eyes, "No! Please, I'm sorry." she repeated, trying in vain to stop him from spanking her.

"Not yet you're not." and he spanked her ass so hard it echoed off the bathroom walls and Serena yelped loudly. Again and again, his large hands landed against her bottom. "This. Is. What. Hap–pens. When. You. Mouth. Off. To. Me." his words punctuated by blows to her ass.

"I'm sorry!" she cried.

"When. I. Tell. You. To. Shut. Your. Mouth. You. Shut. It. Un. Der. Stood?" he shouted.

"Yes!"

"That was 26. Do I need to do the other 8?" his hand was stinging terribly, he could only imagine how her ass felt.

"N-no." Serena's voice quivered, tears rolling down her cheeks. "Sir." she added before Ville even had a change to notice she had forgotten.

"Have you learned your lesson?"

"Yes, sir." she nodded furiously, sniffling.

And with that, Ville peeled her jeans the rest of the way off, along with her panties. He stared at her ass, running his fingers gently over the raised, hand-shaped welts, making her jump from the pain. Ville smirked, "So beautiful your ass is with my handprints all over it." he mumbled before kissing the sensitive flesh.

Next he uncuffed her and stripped off her shirt and bra and wrapped a towel around her to take her into the bedroom. "Come, we're going to lie down now."

Ville got her into bed and climbed in beside her before flicking on the TV. He laid his head atop of her wet hair as they relaxed. His arm wrapped around her naked body, his thumb gently rubbing her arm.

"Ha-ha." she said quietly.

"Hm?" Ville questioned.

Serena turned to look him in the face, "You didn't make me use the safeword." she teased and stuck her tongue out at him.

Ville bit his lip and smiled despite himself. "You're going to drive me mad..." he chuckled. "You still cold?" he asked, noticing her shiver though she was underneath the duvet.

Serena nodded, she had turned back to watching TV. Ville stood up and went into the closet to retrieve his electric blanket. Plugging it in, he wrapped it around her and then took her back in his arms. She sighed happily and snuggled into him. Serena had to admit, it was getting harder to not feel at home within Ville's arms.