Mr.Styles// H.S

Chapter 2

The only words that are going through my head right now are "holy shit".For some reason this thought of him made me kind of happy and I know it shouldn't have.

"Bend over this desk." He says in a demanding way. Obviously I obey and as I'm bent over I see him pulling out a really long ruler.

In my head I'm like "no bitch. But kind of yes bitch".As he's walking over to me I just analyzed him and he looked so angelic. His hair was so perfect and he looked so good in a suit.

He pulls up my skirt so roughly revealing my underwear."Uhh what the fuck are you doing" I said.

"Watch your language with me. I'm giving you a punishment. By the was, when we're alone, call me daddy ok princess? Ok."

Did he just say daddy???? And did he just call me baby? Wtf is this guys problem? I turn to him and in confusion I said "daddy??"

"Yes,princess" he says with a smirk cause he knows I meant it as a question, not calling him daddy.

I say "I mean, why the fuck did you just call yourself daddy?"

"Because you'll be calling me that for now on"

OK what the ACTUAL FUCK. He's hot and all but me calling him daddy? Why? Does he do this to everyone he punishes or does he just finds me attractive? Which I doubt because I didn't look like the average "pretty girl" I had long light brown hair ,hazel eyes, I wasn't skinny or fat. I was average. I had glasses but never wore them and I was short. I felt like crap compared to other girls but that's besides the point.

"You're going to count out loud for daddy ok princess?"

"Uhh.. Okay?" I said hesitantly.

"One.."

Holy shit this is torture. It hurt like hell and definitely burned.
"Two.."
"Three"

By the time we hit 30 I swear my ass was on fire. There were tears running down my face and I couldn't understand how he could do this to someone even if he has to.

He pulls my skirt back down and grabs my face. He tries to give me a kiss on the cheek but I quickly pull away running out of the class and he tries to stop me but I look back at him in disgust and leave.

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