Damon Salvatore.

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⚠️Warning! This book is for 16 and older so if your under 16 and reading this don't report this i gave a warning and told you not to read it. Everything in the book is consensual not real and should not be read by kids 16 and under⚠️

The decision to get a tattoo had been brewing in my mind for weeks. I had always wanted one, but the right moment and the right design had never aligned—until now. The idea of a small, meaningful tattoo felt like the perfect way to mark this phase of my life, especially after everything that had happened recently.

One Saturday afternoon, while Damon was out running errands, I seized the opportunity to visit a local tattoo parlor. My heart raced with excitement as I walked into the studio, my mind already envisioning the design I had chosen. It was a delicate script on my upper arm, a symbol of personal strength and resilience.

The tattooing process was both thrilling and nerve-wracking. The needle's buzz was a constant reminder of the permanence of my choice. As the artist worked, I couldn't help but feel a surge of independence and defiance. This was my decision, something I had chosen for myself, and I reveled in the feeling of taking control.

When the tattoo was finally done, I admired it in the mirror. It was beautiful—everything I had hoped for. I couldn't wait to show it off, especially to Damon, though I knew he had always been particular about surprises and changes.

Feeling a mix of pride and anxiety, I headed back home, eager to reveal my new tattoo. When I walked in, Damon was just settling onto the couch, his gaze lifting to meet mine.

"Hey, you're back," he said, a hint of curiosity in his voice. "How was your day?"

"Great," I replied, trying to sound casual. "I did something exciting today. I got a tattoo!"

His eyes widened slightly, and a flicker of surprise crossed his face. "A tattoo? Where is it?"

I hesitated, feeling a twinge of guilt for not telling him earlier. "It's on my upper arm. I was going to show you."

I lifted the sleeve of my shirt to reveal the tattoo. Damon's expression shifted from curiosity to a mix of concern and disappointment. He walked over, his gaze fixed on the ink.

"Why didn't you tell me you were getting this?" he asked, his tone tinged with frustration. "You know how I feel about surprises, especially ones that involve permanent changes."

I felt a knot form in my stomach. "I thought I mentioned it. I must have forgotten. I didn't mean to keep it from you."

Damon's disappointment deepened, and he crossed his arms, his demeanor growing more serious. "It's not just about the tattoo. It's about respecting the boundaries and communication we've established. Keeping something like this from me breaks the trust we've built."

I looked down, feeling a wave of regret. "I'm sorry, Damon. I should have told you. It was a mistake."

He sighed, his expression softening slightly. "I appreciate your apology, but actions have consequences. You need to understand that."

He guided me to the bedroom, his tone authoritative but not unkind. "You need to reflect on why it's important to communicate openly and respect our boundaries."

I nodded, my heart sinking as I realized what was coming. Damon retrieved the leather strap from the drawer—a symbol of the discipline he often used to correct behavior. My stomach churned, and I felt a mix of dread and resignation.

"Tonight's punishment is to remind you of the importance of honesty and respect in our relationship," Damon said, his voice firm. "I want you to understand that keeping things from me is not acceptable."

He gestured for me to kneel beside the bed, and I complied, feeling a mix of apprehension and remorse. Damon positioned himself behind me, and I braced myself for the discipline I knew was coming.

The first strike of the leather strap was sharp and stinging, causing me to flinch. I counted each one aloud, my voice trembling as I reached the tenth. The punishment was intense, each strike a reminder of the breach of trust and the need for clear communication.

When he finished, Damon helped me up, his expression a blend of sternness and concern. "Mya, this is not just about the tattoo. It's about maintaining our dynamic and respecting each other's boundaries."

I nodded, tears streaming down my face as I looked at him. "I understand. I'm really sorry for not being honest. I won't make the same mistake again."

He embraced me gently, his touch a soothing contrast to the discipline I had just endured. "I'm glad you understand. Our relationship is built on trust and communication, and it's important that we both respect that."

As I lay in bed later, nursing my sore skin and reflecting on the evening, I realized the depth of the lesson I had learned. The tattoo was a symbol of personal growth, but the punishment had reinforced the importance of maintaining trust and open communication.

Despite the pain, I felt a sense of clarity and commitment. Damon's actions, though strict, were aimed at strengthening our bond and ensuring that we remained aligned in our relationship. I was grateful for his guidance and the understanding we shared.

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