Brat

Chapter 10

   I got up and grabbed the remote to play the movie, and then Jackson pulled me in closer. While watching we laughed together, I cried in his shirt. The entire time he held me super close to him, and made me feel so loved and wanted. As the movie ended he kissed my hand.
   “So sugar plum, what movie you wanna watch next?” I scrunched up my face in disgust.
    “1, why did you give me a pet name I'm not even dating you. 2, if you insist on found so could it not be something so damn cringy?” I say getting up scratching my side.
   “Fine, fine OK. You wanna go out on that date now?” I shrugged and said,
“Sure. Whenever you wanna go daddy.” I covered my mouth quickly seeing as I didn't mean to say it. Hopefully he didn't hear that.
    “You go ahead and get dressed thick shake. Put on something beautiful for me?” “Gotcha. Now, since you decided to randomly whisk me off somewhere right this second, mind telling me where we're going?”
“First, we're going to subway. Then the second, is a surprise. So go.” I went upstairs and put on the clothes that I wanted to wear *Picture on the top/bottom* and went downstairs. I couldn't choose between black or white shoes though. I pick up my black vans and my white converse.
   “Jackson which pair should I wear, black or white?” I say coming down the stairs. He stared at me. Jackson started at my feet, and then his eyed slowly moved up my legs, and he started to lick his lips as his eyes got to my waist and stomach. Then he took his lip into his teeth as he looked at my neck, cheeks, and lips.
   “Um what?” he says shaking his head to get himself together.
   “Which shoes? White or black?”
   “The white ones.” he says with his eyes never leaving mine.

         ~Minutes later~
  We pulled up to the subway, and got out. Walking into the store the floor was sticky and it smelled like old pop. A girl and a guy came from the back room somewhat disheveled. The guys nametag says Dave on it. He smiled at me in a weird way.
   “Hey sweet legs. May I take your order?”
   “I'm taken already, however this is what I want on my sandwich.” I listed off everything I wanted while the man behind the counter kept looking at my chest, but somehow got everything right.
    “That'll be $6.50 beautiful.” I looked at him with disgust and said,
“Me and MY BOYFRIENDS order will be together.” Jackson looked at me and wiggled his eyebrows. I gave him back what I think was my best sarcastic smile ever. He got to the end of the line with me, and payed for our food. “Hey um your guys' sandwiches together cone to $13 even. You only gave me $5.”
      Jackson gave this guy his famous, panty dropping smirk. However, there was nothing but anger behind it.
   “Oh please believe, I am well aware of how much I payed you. You have a choice. I can short you the $6 and you can accept the $5 I gave you, or because I am Jackson Michaels, I can buy this subway. Then after I do, I can fire you, and send you to jail for having an affair with your clearly underage coworker. Make a choice.”
   “Alright, alright. Forget it.”
   “Thank you for your cooperation.” I say with a smile. Jackson and I walked out arm in arm. We pulled off, and while Jackson was driving I was eating my sandwich.
   “Hey toots.” I was too busy getting a piece of lettuce off my face to hear him.
   “Toots.” he seems to be a bit more stern this time.
    Mmm never would I ever think that sweet Italian sauce and chipotle would taste so good together with jalapeños and banana peppers.
   Next thing I know, the car stopped moving, and Jackson is looking at me like he was beyond mad.
    “Problem?” I asked with my crooked eyebrow.
     “Wow. You can actually hear me now? Is it time for the Lord's second coming? I was gonna take you mini golfing, and then to a famous bakery downtown, but since you like ignoring me, I'm taking you home.”
     “I DON'T WANNA GO HOME.” I started screaming. Mini golfing sounds like so much fun. He can't suddenly decide to not take me anywhere. Without saying anything, he got out of the car, and opened my door.
   “Stand up now.” I crossed my arms and refused. He grabbed my wrist and forced me to stand. He then sat back down, and forced me over his lap.
     “What the hell are you doing Jackson?”
     “Shame. You were only going to get 5. Now you're gonna have 10.”
     “10 what you son of a-”
SLAP
SLAP
SLAP
   “Wanna repeat yourself young lady?” I shook my head. SLAP. “Words baby.”
   Something within me compelled me to do as he said.
   “No sir, I don't.”
   “Ok then. So, before we continue, you do understand why I'm punishing you right?”
   “Yes daddy I understand.”
SLAP
SLAP
SLAP. The slaps continued, and they were getting me wet, but I wanted more. As if he could read my mind, Jackson slapped my ass 4 more times a little bit harder than the last few times.
    “Is that enough for you?” he says rubbing my cheeks
     “No, but can finish at my house please?” He nodded and pulled my skirt back down to cover my butt. I winced a little bit when I got back into my seat. Let's see just how rough he can be.