Caregiver | H.S.

V

  "No promises I ever give, don't rely on me and I won't deceive"

Chapter song: Pisces - Jinjer

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Eva's P.O.V.

"I'll text you later," Kasey said as she walked out of my room, being frightened by Harry without a doubt.

I divert my attention back to the curly-headed man. His eyebrows are furrowed and his nostrils are flared. But I have to admit, him being angry is incredibly hot.

"What do you think you're doing?" His voice is soft, yet stern.

"We were just hanging out," I mutter, suddenly becoming very interested in my chipped blue nail polish as I fiddle with my fingers. A nervous habit.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you,"

I look up and meet his eyes and neither one of us says a word. His eyes suddenly becoming a shade darker. Oh, how I wish I could know what's going through his mind.

"Get up," He demands.

I slowly bring myself up from my comfortable bed. Harry immediately took the spot where I was sitting.

"Bend over my knees,"

I choke on some saliva, not sure if I heard him correctly. I had to of misheard him.

"What?" I ask, my voice barely audible.

"I said, to come here and bend over my knees," He said slowly.

I don't move a muscle, trying to rationalize what he wants me to do. Why does he want me to do that? I'm utterly confused.

"Alright then," I hear him say.

Before I can say something back, he pulled me down over his lap.

"What are you doing?" I yell, trying to squirm away from the tight grasp he has on me. I'm no match for his strength.

He leans down to my ear. My breath hitches as I feel his warm breath on my ear.

"Bad girls have to be punished." He whispered.

He pulls down my shorts, along with my underwear and slaps me. Hard.

"Count,"

Before I can react to what he said, he slaps me again.

"One," I whisper

Slap

"Two,"

Slap

"Three,"

Slap

"Four,"

Slap

"Five,"

I winced as he slapped me for the tenth time. He rubs his hand on my exposed lower half, soothing the burning sensation.

"You did so well, darling," He said as he pulled my shorts and underwear back up my legs and helped me up.

He got up from my bed and made his way towards my door before stopping and turning back towards me.

"Dinner will be ready in a bit," and with that, he disappeared from my room, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

He just spanked me. What am I, a toddler? He has no right to hurt me like that. To cause me to be in pain.

But there was a point where the line between pain and pleasure blurred, leaving me oddly wanting more.

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