Love in Captivity: Chains of Obsession

Punished

I woke with an arm tightly around my wrist. I tried to pull it off, and I heard a grumble. When I heard Colten say, "Yes, babe,"

"I need to use the restroom. May I please get up?"" I respond with a light whisper.

"Sure thing, babe, I'll go make us breakfast downstairs." He responded with a pleasant voice.

"Thank you," I replied hastily.

He retrieved the key and unlocked the handcuff, which helped me to my feet.

"20 minutes, okay? Then I expect you to be downstairs, he said with an arched eyebrow.

"Okay," I said, looking down on the floor. I felt my fingers brush under my chain and say, "Babe, look at me when I talk to you."

"Alright," I say sadly, looking at him.

"Alright, well, go to the bathroom or whatever." He said this as he walked out the door.

I went to the restroom and discovered there was no lock.

I quickly went to the restroom. Be careful that Colten didn't come in.

I walked out of the room and downstairs and saw Colten cooking something, putting the food on the plates, of course, but not before putting something on the food; it looked like medicine.

I hid behind the wall and walked out slowly.

"Eh, just in time, you like to cut it close, don't you?" he responded with a light chuckle.

"Sorry," I said lightly.

"Babe, it's fine, just eat," he said with a light smile.

After what I saw, I lost my appetite.

"I'm sorry, Colten, but I'm not hungry," I say in a clipped tone.

"Just eat it before I lose my patience," he said with his eyes cold.

"Colten, I'm not hungry," I say pleadingly.

"You have 3 seconds to start eating before I force you to," he says with venom.

"Fine, I say, as I eat my hunger gets the best of me, and I eat all of it quickly."

Once I finished, Colten took the plates from me, set them in the sink, and put out his hand for me, arching his eyebrow up, just daring for me to defy him.

I placed my small hand in his when he led me into a living room area. Sitting down on the couch, turning the TV, and patting a spot next to him.

I sat down on the couch beside him; his show had his full attention.

I started scratching my upper arm hard and digging my fingernails into my arm from a nervous habit.

Colten looked over at me and told me to stop.

I, however, didn't listen, drawing blood from my arm.

Colten then grabbed my hand to keep me from doing any more damage.

"Okay, I'm sorry for the things I'm about to do, but it's the only way you will learn," he said, looking at me angrily.

"What are you talking about?" I asked, fear running down my spine.

"Get over my knee," he said lightly.

"What?" I asked quickly.

"Now," he said, demanding.

"No," I said hastily.

"Alright, you leave me no choice," he said right before throwing me on his knees and holding me in place. My escape attempts all failed.

He then pulled down the boxers that I was wearing and my pants.

"What the hell do you think you are doing? I say angrily.

"Do not say such nasty words; you are only making this worse for yourself. It will be over before you know it. I am only giving you 5 smacks with my belt and 5 with my hand. That's all okay; it could be worse."

He slowly unlooped his belt. He slowly rubbed me before slapping his belt against my bum. It felt like fire against me.

Smack

Smack

Smack

"Only one more, babe," he said.

Smack

He set the belt down and gave me five smacks with his hand, holding on to him in a comforting way.

I was crying by the end of it when he pulled up my pants and his boxers before purposely setting me on his knee and rocking me, telling me how much he cared about me and how that hurt him more than it hurt me. He held me like a baby and took me into the bathroom, setting me on the counter and grabbing multiple things. First, he grabbed an alcohol wipe and whipped the wound I created in my arm. I hissed in pain, and he softly put a band-aid on it. Then he grabbed a pair of nail clippers and clipped my nails to a short length to keep me from hurting myself anymore.

He said the next time I did something like that again, he would rip them off. He said I needed to start listening; otherwise, we would just have a repeat of what happened earlier. He roughly grabbed my chin and said, Shall we get back to what we were doing? Time seemed to pass, and I lay on him watching movies. I will fall asleep soon due to all the crying.