Forced To Please {MxB}

7 | I'm Sorry

He violently picked me off the ground and threw me over his shoulder, and I knew I was fucked. What was going to be my punishment? I was scared, and I could feel my body tensing as he slowly walked back to the house, taking his time, no longer worried about being caught. 

He had shut me up, and hardly even tried I bet. My breath began to pick up as he walked up the porch steps, and all too soon I was dropped to the ground of the living room.

"Master please stop! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Darius's screams ran through the house and I moved to cover my ears, but Rocco quickly stopped me by dragging me towards the playroom by my hair. I could feel hot tears pouring down my cheeks and I tried to scramble to my feet to ease the burning in my scalp, but I only seemed to make it worse.

I was thrown onto the ground in the room, and I tried not to look around, knowing that I would find Darius getting beaten in one of the corners. I tried to curl into the smallest ball I could, hoping that I could disappear if I became small enough.

What had I been thinking, yelling like that and pissing off Rocco? I had known he was in a bad mood, and I simply made it worse! If I weren't so terrified I would've believed I deserved the punishment that I was getting ready to receive.

Darius had stopped making noise, and I was beginning to think he may have passed out, but Ezra was still hitting him with the crop whip, and I knew that I would suffer the same fate. Rocco knelt down and wrapped his hands around my throat, and I only squirmed for a moment before I was able to stop myself.

"Now Kitten. Which one of you two had the lovely idea of trying to escape?" Rocco asked, his voice sickeningly sweet, and I glanced at Darius for a moment. He was unconscious and although I couldn't see the damage all too well, I knew that he was in no shape to take another beating. 

He was still trying to recover from his beating from a week ago when he dropped a plate and broke it. He had already been covered in bruises and now he was covered in welts from the whip. Luckily, it seemed to be limited to his back and butt.

I gulped before glancing back at the general direction of Rocco.

"I-it was me... I told him that y-you two were leaving..." I muttered out quietly, and Ezra began chuckling from the corner where he watched.

"You didn't think we'd actually leave you alone in the house, did you Kitten? Do you think we are so foolish?" Rocco asked, and I immediately shook my head. "Now look at what you've done. Should our baby boy have had to get punished because of your foolish decision?" He asked, and I immediately shook my head, feeling a tear slip out the corner of my eye.

I saw Rocco motion for something out the corner of my eye, and Ezra grabbed something from off the wall where most of their "toys" were. I couldn't see it until Rocco put it right in front of my face, letting me see what he would be hitting me with. It was the nine tailed whip that had been used on me what seemed like forever ago. The ends were still as sharp as ever, and I whimpered slightly at the sight of it.

"Last time Ezra only hit you ten times with this whip. You hadn't broken a major rule back then. How many do you think you should get this time?" Rocco asked, a sadistic smile on his face. I began sobbing and covered my eyes with my right arm, and even though there wasn't much pressure on my neck, I suddenly felt as though I were choking. "Kitten." Rocco said sternly, and I immediately began to quiet down ever so slightly.

"fifteen..." I stuttered out, trying to control my sobs so that I could breathe.

"We'll do twenty-five then. For our Baby boy over there." Rocco said and he pulled me up surprisingly gentle for what he was about to do. I could feel myself beginning to hyperventilate as he sat me on the bed and took off my shirt, and Ezra put the same black ball gag in my mouth. I was then forced onto my stomach and my hands were handcuffed to the headboard again.