Bound by Fate: Love And Desire

My First Punishment

[Trigger Warning]

Waking up to dimming light I looked around, forgetting I had my own room now. Sitting up I looked at my white night stand to see the clock reading 5:49. I panicked. I scrambled out of bed so fast I tripped on my blankets. Quickly changing into the ONLY outfit in my drawers I ran down to the kitchen. No joke, I was full out sprinting. Bursting into the kitchen a woman jumped practically three feet in the air. "Oh! My my my..." she continued to mutter things I couldn't hear. Seeming to be in her late twenties, but her muttering made her sound like someones crazy grandmother. "Melissa!" she shouted, pointing at me, making me jump this time. "Ah! Yes, yes, yes! I'm Clara!" she said with a gleaming smile, now taking on the look of a child. This woman confused me but never the less she was the one to give me the journal, I could tell she meant well. I guess she just may have been here a while. "Oh, Clara B? Lovely to meet you, but I'm afraid I cannot spare a moment. I've woken up late and I need Master Tony's breakfast as soon as possible." I explained, her finger pointing in my direction. "That's what I was doing!" she shouted, I guess she'd forgotten her objective before I barged in here. Pulling out a trey of nearly raw meat, that smelled of seasonings and a cup of blood. I near wanted to throw up at the sight. "GO go go! No tardies!" she said shoving me out of the kitchen nearly making me spill the glass of... blood. Which... somehow looked very alluring to me. Wait a minute... WHAT?!

Quickly, walking into his room with a knock from my shoe, trying to ignore the thoughts of the blood in my hands. The door opened just as he said it would. I stopped dead in the door way. He was standing in the center of his room, like I usually would. His arms crossed and an interesting smile on his lips. Glancing at the clock behind him, fear caused a pit to form in my stomach. 6:04, the clock read. "I-I-" I tried to stutter but his hand went into the air and silenced me. "Four minutes. You made me wait." he said sounding amused. "Tony I-" he stopped me again. "Who said you could call me that?" he questioned and I realized what I had just said. I said his name... no no no why!? I screamed at myself in my head as my eyes watched him in fear. "Your first punishment little pet... are you ready?" he asked, I wanted to shake my head to say no, but his sister's words haunted my mind... never say no. Slowly, my head nodded in fear. Wishing this was all fake. He chuckled as his hand went down into his pocked and pulled out an object I'd never seen before.

The object looked to be a black, plastic handle with long strips of leather attached to it. "Do you know what this is?" he asked curiously. I shook my head no as I shakily walked and put his trey down on the night stand."It's a whip, one with many on it. Every time you say my real name, or don't call me master you'll get ten lashes. One for every minute you are late on a duty." he said making a tear run down my cheek, counting in my head that meant I got fourteen lashes. I wanted to fall to my knees and grovel, but my legs were too stiff to move. His hand put the object back in his pocket, his form walking towards me. "Strip." came that familiar order. I looked down in embarrassment as I had no choice but to start taking my clothing off. After a few moments I was left in nothing but a navy blue bra and red boxer briefs. I swallowed hard, afraid of the pain he'd inflict on me. "Face the bed." came his low, amused voice again. My back turned to him as I faced the bed. "You will not move unless I move you now, understand?" he asked and I nodded in understanding. I felt his strong large hands grab my sides firmly, slowly moving around my stomach. My body shivered in response, I didn't want him to touch me. Not ever, but his hands... made my skin buzz as if I somehow needed his touch.

He stood behind me, a tad too close for my comfort. I could feel his hot breath on my skin, his hands gripping my chest, making me jump. His hands moved and undoing the fabric from around me. Making it fall to the floor, I feared moving, I really did. His hands returned to my chest, massaging and toying with me. His fingers pinching my nipples hard in between them. Making me whimper in pain. His hands moved and slid down my arm, suddenly I could feel cold metal against my wrist. He'd cuffed my hands together and tied my bound hands to the iron pole of his bed frame. "Bend," he said pushing my shoulders and back down so I was leaning forward, his arm holding my waist back causing me to press against him. My ass against his crotch, making me blush furiously. At first I wanted to cry but now... I wasn't sure what I was feeling or thinking.