Maybe If You'd Behave

Are you mad?

Chapter 39

The same day, 5:39 pm

In the bunker

Krissy's POV

I'm in my room, pushing my desk in front of the door, so that Sam can't get in. Do I really, honestly, think that my desk will stop him from getting in? No. But it's worth a try. Once I've pushed my desk in front of the door, I just stand there, not knowing what else to do with myself. I didn't really think this through.

Sam: Krissy Marie Chambers, open this damn door!

Krissy: And let you spank me? Absolutely not. I just told you I wasn't gonna let you spank me. Did you think I was kidding?

Sam: I think you better open this damn door, before I kick it in. You don't get to steal $300 shoes, and then just lock yourself in your room. Do you have any idea how much legal trouble you could be in, right now?

Krissy: You can tell me, if you want, but I don't really give a fuck.

Sam: Yeah. I know you don't.

He kicks my door in, and I jump in fear, because this mother fucker really just kicked my door in.

Krissy: What the fuck?!

Sam: If you wanna be disrespectful, and steal, and run from me for trying to make you face consequences for your own actions, you're gonna get spanked. I was actually considering going easy on you. Even after stealing $300 worth of shoes, I was gonna go easy on you. But I'm thinking that that won't work.

He starts walking towards me, and I don't know what I'm supposed to do. I REALLY didn't think this through. I knew he'd get in, but I didn't plan what to do after that. What the fuck am I supposed to do now?

Krissy: Sammy.

Sam: You lost your chance to talk about this. I was gonna talk to you about it, and try to find out why you did it. But then you decided to be disrespectful. So you lost your chance at talking about it. We're going straight to the spanking, and then, maybe we can talk about it.

I think about running again, but before I can, he's grabbing me by the arm and taking me to my bed. He sits down and forces me over his knees. He throws one of his legs over both of mine, and takes off his belt. He doesn't give me much time to process anything, before he starts bringing down his belt.

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Krissy: Why do you guys always have to resort to spanking?! Why can't we just use our words?! Talking is nice, and it works so much better than this!