Taken by One Direction

Chapter 5: Punishment

"I'll do it." Harry says, as he steps nearer to me. All of the boys roll their eyes.

"Harry, no." Liam said sternly. Harry pouted his lip and crossed his arms like a child.

"Why not?"

"Because you're a pervert." Louis hissed at him.

"I can do it." Louis told everyone. There were a couple groans, but for the most part a consensus. This was fun for me, watching them decide who was going to punish me for trying to run away from a bunch of rapist kidnappers; that was sarcasm, by the way.

Before anyone else said anything, a couple of phones buzzed with a text. Louis, Niall and Liam all pulled their phones out and groaned.

"Ugh, the stylists need us for something. Zayn, could you do this?" Liam asks Zayn. Zayn answers with a simple nod. Louis looks back and forth between Zayn and I before sighing and storming out of the room. I heard the door to the bus slam shut as he left, too. Niall and Liam followed his reluctantly. I gulped.

I was planning on having Louis there to prevent anything too bad from happening. I let out a shaky breath as I watch the other two boys in the room. Harry goes to stand by the door and make sure that I have no chance of escape. Zayn goes and sits on the bed. Both are now looking at me.

"Katie, come here." Zayn says softly. His face his hard, his eyes stern, but his voice was almost sympathetic. Wasn't this the guy who slapped me a few hours ago? I shrunk back further into the wall and held myself tighter. Harry raised his eyebrows at my actions, but said nothing. His mouth was twitching at the ends as if he was holding back a smile of amusement.

"Katie, you're only making this worse for yourself. Come. Here." Zayn hissed, now angry. All traces of sympathy gone. I didn't even care, though. He was going to hurt me either way, I may as well piss him off and make it difficult; even if it meant the punishment being worse.

"No." I snapped at him with a fake front of confidence. Harry's mouth gave away and he was smiling, now. He thought I was funny. Well, I am going to be pretty fucking hilarious.

"Excuse me? Don't you remember the rules?" Zayn yelled, getting off of the bed and coming to tower over me.

"Don't you remember the LAWS?" I shot back at him. Harry's amused smirk grew, while Zayn's eyes started to blaze. He didn't respond to me. Instead, he roughly yanked me up by my upper arms. He moved his hands to my waist and yanked me to him. I was too scared to fight back. He pulled me over to the bed and planted me in front of it. He sat down.

"Take off your trousers." He said as calmly as he could. I could still hear the fury in his voice, though.

"W-what?" I stuttered quietly.

"Take off your jeans." Harry ordered behind me. I could hear the smile in his voice.

"N-no. I-I d-don't-" Zayn didn't let me finish. He roughly put his hands on the top of my pants and yanked them down to my knees. With another tug, they were down at my ankles. I had to grab onto his shoulders to prevent myself from falling over.

He grabbed my ankle and yanked it up so that he could pull my foot out. He did the same with my other foot. I was about to step away, but he grabbed my wrist and flung me across his lap. My stomach was on his knee. Shit, I knew what was about to happen.

He placed one hand on my back to hold me down. I tried to wiggle free, but his grip was strong. I tried kicking my legs, but that didn't help. I begged and pleaded, but it got me nowhere. All I could do was close my eyes and wait for it to be over.

SMACK! His hand made an impact on my panty-exposed ass. I cried out in pain. I felt tears brim to my eyes, but I bit them back.

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

Each hit brought on a new wave of pain. It went on for a few minutes. I couldn't help myself; the tears were now flowing and I gasped and screamed at every smack. Zayn didn't seem to tire out at all, though.

SMACK!

SMACK!

I continued to cry as I lay across his lap and stared at the floor. I knew Zayn was about to smack me again, but something made him freeze. I heard it too.

"Oooh." Someone moaned. We both looked up to the only other person in the room.

"Oh, for god's sake, Harry." Zayn yelled at him. Harry stood by the door, still. His eyes were squeezed shut and his head was tilted back. His hands were... well... in his pants. I gasped when I saw that.

"OOOH! FUCK!" Harry shouted as suddenly there was a wet spot right in his crotch area. I blushed and looked away.

"Are you done?" Zayn asked, impatiently.

"Y-yeah..." Harry moaned. I could hear delight and pleasure in his voice.

"Would you mind leaving, Harry?" Zayn asked, frustrated that Harry didn't get the hint before.

"No, I'm good, I swear." Harry said. I wasn't looking at him, but I knew that he had winked when he said that.

"Jesus, Haz..." Zayn trailed off. All of a sudden,

SMACK!

I hadn't been expecting him to start up so suddenly. I gasped at the pain that was brought back to my attention.

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

Each smack stung, Now, by whole ass was burning. I felt like I was on fire. I bit my lip to try to hold myself from crying out, but it didn't work. After a few more minutes, Zayn stopped.

"JESUS HARRY! Go jack off somewhere else!" He shouted at the boy standing by the door. I didn't dare look up. I heard the bedroom door slam shut. I almost expected Zayn to start spanking me again, but he didn't.

Instead, Zayn carefully turned me over and then pulled me up so that I was sitting on his lap. He tilted my chin so that I was facing him, but I looked away. I couldn't bear to meet his eye.

"Look at me, Katie." He said sternly. I didn't look up at him.

"Dammit, LOOK AT ME!" He said, his volume raising. Reluctantly, I looked up into his hazel eyes.

"What?" I tried to sound harsh, and not scared. Zayn raised one eyebrow at me, but other than that, did not comment on my tone.

"Are you going to try to run away again?" He asked me condescendingly, as if I were a child.

"Probably." I shrugged casually. I saw something flash in his eyes. I gulped. He quickly stood up, still holding me. He tossed me onto the bed, where I landed with a gentle thud. With a huff, he stormed out of the room, slamming the door and locking it shut behind him.

I crawled off the bed and into the corner of the room, furthest away from the door. My butt was on fire, but I sat on it anyways. I curled up into a ball and hugged my knees. That's exactly how the boys found me two hours later.