conejita

7

turning to grab the bags, alaric put them in an order. "pick one. choose wisely." he pointed to them.

alouette didn't know which one to pick. why did she even need to do this anyway? what if she picked the wrong one?

"the middle one." she whispered, looking down. he nodded, before grabbing the one on the left and right, and setting them on her dresser. turning back to her he gestured to the bag with his head.

she stood in hesitation, not moving a muscle. noticing her hesitance, he spoke, "go on, open it. see what you got." his entire demeanor terrified her. he was so oddly calm. she didn't know if it was a show.

taking slow steps towards the bed, she picked up the bag, it being filled with wrapping paper. it had quite the amount of weight to it, and she couldn't help her excitement.

a small smile found her face as she turned around to thank alaric for her gift. "thank-" she was cut off by crashing into his chest as he was right behind her. she didn't even hear him move.

he chuckled to himself before steading her. "oh don't thank me yet, you haven't even opened it." at his words she grabbed the paper, and set it gently on the bed before peeking inside.

a gasp left her lips at the contents. inside was a paddle, the thick wood being the cause of most of the weight. she sat it gently on the bed, making sure it was neat, before grabbing the second and last item.

pulling it out, her fingers shook. a bullet vibrator rested in her hands. she didn't know quite what it was, as for the paddle, but part of her wanted to find out, and the other wanted to run.

"what do these mean?" she whispered, mostly speaking to herself, but also asking alaric.

he stalked closer to her, until she was forced to sit on the bed, and brought his hand to her face, rubbing it gently. "it means you're a bad girl. and now," he turned her over, so she was bent over the bed. "daddy has the pleasure of making you a good girl."

he pulled her shorts down her legs, a long with her panties. wasting no time, the vibrator was pushed into her.

a gasp left her mouth immediately, and her tiny hands gripped the fabric of her blankets. she felt herself clench around it, and was thankful it was a lot smaller than the two fingers that were inside of her just that morning.

soon, the vibrations started and a long moan erupted from her chest. alaric decided that he would let her cum, and not punish her for doing so. but she would do it many times. until he was satisfied.

the feeling was so new to her that she came immediately, her knees shaking. "o-okay! no more now?" she asked innocently.

oh the poor thing thought that was it. bless her heart.

"baby, that's gonna stay in there the whole time. be good okay?" he rubbed her behind gently, before taking the paddle down on her.

a yell left alouettes soft lips. and she tried to turn over to tell him to stop, but another one landed instantly. "careful conejita, or else you'll hurt yourself more. count, and after each number say what you did wrong"

she cried out in pain. it was too much. the burning felt like fire and she wanted to extinguish it.

another landed, in the same spot as the other two. "three, i said a bad word."

another, this time on the back of her thighs. a piercing scream left her lips. "four, i ate cookies after being told no."

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"f-fifty!" she screamed, gasping to catch her breath. she had been told that she only had to count at 30, which made it much easier.

alouette at around 45, thought that maybe she should scream louder so that someone would finally call for help. it had been at least 30 minutes since they started, and still the police wasn't here.