A Collection of My Stories

Seven Letters // Part One

"Fuck you!" The words reverberate off the walls, Jake's eyes flash to my face - well at least I've finally got his attention I think to myself.
I hold his gaze from opposite his desk, defiant, angry, & committed to my actions.
Jake raises himself from his desk, slowly, deliberately making his way towards me he grabs my arm and steers my body towards the corner of the room. Spinning me around pressing me into the wall - hard smacks bring me crashing into the reality of the situation I've gotten myself into.

These smacks are hard, nothing like the usual warm up he gives me, before long I'm whimpering
"Jake! Owe! Ow!!!!"
"Yea, owe" he replies flatly
minutes more of relentless smacks and my hands begin to wander behind me, desperately trying to protect myself while also desperately trying to keep them in front of me
"Don't you dare, hands on the wall. Now." Jake warns in a tone I dare not test him in.
I place my hands on the wall as my pants are tugged down, along with my undies and I'm guided to step out of them. Two hard smacks connect with my now bared bottom.
"Hands on your head, nose on the wall - As I told you, I have some work that needs to be finished - you are going to have to be patient"
I follow his instructions, but that doesn't stop his hand from continuing its assault.
"And now, you can do it in the corner - with - a sore ass" he punctuates with hard swats.

With that he returns to his work and leaves me, blushed cheeks and all on display in the corner of his office.

When Jake finally finishes he walks over to where he's left me, now quietly crying to myself. He stops behind me and clears his throat before instructing me to face him. Turning my body, but looking at my feet I obey.

He lifts my face by placing his finger under my chin and I'm met with the face of a very angry Jake. I do my best but I'm barely able to conceal my smile, why am I like this?! Dude is so angry and I'm having to hold back a fit of giggles in response.

Catching my smirk a hard hand grips around my biceps and wheels me down the hall, arriving in our ensuite bath he all but throws me on top of the counter.

Grabbing a clean washcloth and a bar of hand soap he must have bought specifically for this occasion I think as I remember the threat of washing my mouth out. Wordlessly Jake soaks the cloth and lathers it in soap.

"Alright little girl, let's see if we can wash those words right out of your mouth yea?"
I look at him the way I always do when the patronizing 'little girl' enters the conversation, with irritated derision. Jake is having none of it and simple raises his eyebrows before demanding,
"Open"
I do as I'm told, of course, and open my mouth.
Jake rubs the suds over my tongue, and on the insides of my cheeks before tossing the cloth in the sink.
It's only seconds before I realize I'm not going to be able to do this, I'm already drooling and desperately trying to keep from gagging, failing miserably. My eyes are watering and I look at Jake pleadingly but he grabs my face forcing my mouth shut with smug satisfaction. I start to panic. I know I'm about to be sick. I move to lift myself from the counter and Jake has me firmly planted under his arms. Suddenly I remember:
"RED!" I sputter out just in time to launch myself off the counter towards the tub in front of me and throw up. It's the first and only time I've ever used my safe word.
"Oh! Oh my God! Sia"
Jake's says immediately shifting gears and lifting me to his lap on the edge of the bath.
"I'm so sorry love, I thought you were just being a brat. I didn't see the panic until the last second"
"Again" is all I'm able to get out as I manage to get myself to the toilet this time. Jake is beside me rubbing my back and when I've finished violently removing everything that could possibly be in my stomach he has me get in the shower.
"Alright love, take your time - I'm going to make you something mild to eat so you aren't going to bed on an empty stomach. When you are done come down and we will talk okay?"
"Okay" I nod, still reeling from my unexpected reaction, and feeling off about having used my safe word. I know it's there for situations like these and I know he isn't upset with me for using it, but I didn't like it.