Forged - [Donald Na x female oc]

[AE] - Chapter 29

Ray shook her head no ever so slightly.

"Tears. You think you could cry for me, Ray?"

Ray didn't move, nor reply. Her body had gone through fight or flight once again, deeming her frozen in place, as there was nowhere to run and no way to win a fight. Her breathing increased slightly, as had her heartbeat.

Donald chuckled a bit at her reaction, or rather the lack of, before abruptly forcing her to bend over his knee. He kept one hand at the back of her head, while the other on her lower back.

The sudden movement surprised Ray, but she tried not to resist him. She knew he would be more brutal if she did, and there was no point in trying to overpower him anyway.

"How many times have you lied to me, Ray?" his tone was still calm, but it was clear he was plotting something utmost horrible. The hand on the nape of her neck started gripping her stronger when she hesitated to reply. It also urged her to tell the truth.

"M-many times..."

"Give me a number. Approximatively."

Ray wondered where he was going with this absurd question. She wondered how she would even know how many times she had lied to him. Their whole interaction was born and built on lies. But she obliged and made up a number.

"O-one hundred?"

"Oh? Can you count that high?" he asked, mockingly.

Her answers were coming slowly.

"Yeah..."

"Then start counting," Donald said in a flat tone.

Ray didn't have time to process what exactly he might mean when the answer hit her. Hard.

She gasped loudly, in pain and in shock, as her body twitched hard. She wanted to jolt up, but his hand kept her in place.

Donald laughed at her reaction.

"Come on, count. Every time you miss one, we'll start over."

Ray couldn't reply. The slap started to sting her cheeks and she was utmost shocked.

"Count, Ray. Or you won't be able to sit down for weeks." He mocked her.

"O-one" Ray finally said as she finally inhaled. She barely even finished counting when yet another powerful slap hit her rear with force.

"Ah! ...two!"

"Such a good girl, keep going, Ray".

He mercilessly spanked her again, going harder each time.

He loved feeling her twitch against his knees and hearing her breathless count, she sounded closer to crying with each number. He loved it when he noticed Ray placing her hands over her mouth to stop herself from screaming. He loved the fact she was wearing a skirt.

With every slap, Ray's quiet whimpers became more apparent. He loved having her so weak in his hands, at his mercy.

Ray didn't plead for him to stop, even though she wanted to. She knew her begging would only amuse and probably arouse him, but he would not stop. She tried containing her cries, but the way he repeatedly hit the same spot over and over again made her weak to it.

She started to feel less sorry for herself and more hateful towards him. Every hit and every number she was forced to count prolonged her humiliation, but amplified her desire for a comeback. However, she knew that no matter how strong her feelings of disgust towards him would be, she had no chance against him right then.