Mi Salvador

Punished

Ascella's POV
I walked downstairs to make breakfast and saw my dad asleep on the couch, still in his button up and tie. He looked like a mess. He had stubble growing again and he was drinking more...
I sighed and made him some hangover curing food before sitting down and eating quietly. Shifting from the couch didn't faze me and soon my father came sauntering over to the table.
"Shit." I heard him whisper. He rubbed his eyes and sat across from me, "Hey."
"Morning." I whispered. He ate quietly, and I had nothing to say. God, I don't know why seeing him like this is making me so upset...maybe I haven't really seen my dad such a mess in a while...maybe it was what happened last night...

He stumbled into the house, obviously tipsy. He smelled like sex and booze...my dad was always neat and presentable. He barely drank, but this time it was different. He landed on the couch and I took his coat off of him, "Do you want some water, dad?" I cupped his face, seeing his bloodshot eyes. He sighed and pressed his forehead to mine, eyes closed, "I should have never taken you in..." he muttered, causing my heart to break slightly. I got up and laid him down, "Get some sleep, dad..."

I could feel tears well up in my eyes. My dad looked up at me and immediately noticed, "Ella? You okay?" He set his fork and spoon down to reach for my hand, but I pulled away and got up. As I looked back at him, I could see the hurt in his eyes, and I broke down. He got up and held me close, "Hey, hey, hey, Ella Bella what is it? Habla conmigo..."
I shook my head and tried to pull away from him. There was a knock at the door and my dad let me go, answering it. I sat back down at the table as I heard Amanda.
"Hey, Nick, you mind if I come in?"
"No, not at all. Ascella, could you get Amanda a plate?"
I did so and set it on the table. My phone started to ring and I could see Paulo's caller ID. I answered, wiping my eyes.
"Hey."
"Hey, they allowed me out of the hospital yesterday, wanna come over?"
I sighed, "I don't know...maybe."
"What's up?"
"Nothing. I'm fine." I put my plate in the sink, "How was your Christmas?"
"It was fine, my sisters liked the stuff you got them."
"That's good..." I let the water in the sink run, "Did you like what I got you?"
"Yeah, it's great." He responded, "I'll wear them when I get back to walking."
"Yeah..."
"Ella, que paso?"
"Nothing, I'm just tired." I turned the sink off. I heard him sigh over the phone, "Hey, tell me."
"I'm fine."
"Ella..."
"Paulo, its okay. You just rest up..."
"Okay, then..."
"I'll see you later..."
"See you, Ella."
"Bye."
"Bye."
I hung up the phone and texted Rafael.

Hey, I'm in a really bad
mood right now, you free?

Raffa: Of course, I am,
want me to pick you up?

No, I'll go to your apartment

Raffa: Alright, be careful

Smut/Spanking Warning
That was the last thing he sent before I grabbed my purse and coat.
"I'm going out."
"Ella-"
"I'll be home by 7."
"Ascella-"
"Just call me if you need anything." I walked out the door, closed it behind me, and got into my car. I drove to Rafael's place and knocked on the door. He answered and let me in.
"What's-"
"I want you to spank me."
"What?"
"I want you to spank me. Please, I want you to punish me." I went to him and grabbed his hands, "Please...I don't want to feel the way I'm feeling right now..."
"Ella...I don't want to hurt you..."
"If I want you to stop, then I'll tell you. Please, jefe..." I begged, taking off my shirt and undoing my jeans. He stopped my hands and pressed his forehead to mine, "If it'll make you feel better, then I will...but I'll stop if it's hurting you too much."
I nodded and he slid my jeans down my legs, kissing my thighs. I helped him get them off and he got up, and sat on the couch.
"Ascella, I want you to lay across my lap on your stomach, do you understand?"
"Yes, jefe..." I whispered, complying to his commands. He smoothed his hand over my bare back all the way down to the end of my but.
"How many?"
"15..."
"What?"
"15, sir...jefe."
I could feel his growing erection pressing against the top of my pelvis, just under my bellybutton. He took in a breath and his hand left my skin before making hard contact with it. I gasped, "One."
Another stinging smack came down. "Two."
He was quick, but not too quick. He kept going and I held back my tears. I almost lost count, but regained myself quickly.
"Ten." I kept my head up, not succumbing to the desire to put it down and cry. Five more...just five...I could sense the hesitation in him now.
"Keep going." I cut our silence. He did, his smack gentler but still painful due to how sensitive my ass was now.
"11"
Another.
"12"
Again.
"13"
Closer..
"14"
Last one.
"15"
It was quiet. Rafael slipped out from under me and and I laid against the couch, the spanks still burning my butt. He soon came back and rub oil on my cheeks, eliciting a whimper from my lips. He shushed me and lifted me up before laying on the couch with me on top of him. We laid in silence as Rafael rubbed at the sensitive areas soothingly, his lips trailing kisses against my forehead.
"Why did you want that, Ella?"
"Because I'm a bad person."
"No you're not."
"Yes I am..."
"Why are you really upset?"
I sighed, "My dad came home...tipsy. He still drank more the moment he came home and I could see the hickies all over his neck. Then, Amanda came over..I'm sure it wasn't her who gave him the hickies, but there was still so much tension. And my dad said something that upset me while he was drinking and I just couldn't handle being around him..."
"And you though being punished would help? Baby...cariño, that's not your fault."
"I feel like a burden, Raffa..."
"You're not. I swear to god you aren't." He murmured into my hair. I got up and went to get some water for myself and Rafael followed, his arms around my waist. I could still feel his evident erection.
"Do you need me to help with that?" I reached behind me to rub it softly. He moaned into my neck, which caused me to laugh. I turned to face him and kissed his lips, gently, "If you wanna get rid of that, you better get me onto this counter."
"But your-"
"I think it'll feel nice on a cold counter..." I whispered. He lifted me onto the counter and immediately buried himself in my neck, his clothed erection was rubbing my thinly clad core.
"I think you need to shed a few layers."
I helped him take off his t shirt as he pushed his sweats down to reveal himself. His hands made contact with my underwear and he tore the fabric off of me, causing me to gasp.
"Those were the ones I bought you, I'll buy you a new one for your birthday." He growled, rubbing his tip against my folds. I threw my head back as he thrusted inside of me quickly.
"Fuck." I held myself up on the counter and moaned. He kept going at a fast pace, leading my orgasm on quickly.
"Raffa...Rafael, I'm gonna-"
He bit my neck and groaned, "Go ahead." He went faster, slamming into me. I moaned out and he let out a cry into my skin as we both came. Our pants filled the kitchen and Rafael pulled away, looking into my eyes. His still hard penis inside of me. I looked down at the mess we made before he lifted my head up and gave me open mouthed kisses.
"You're so fucking beautiful, Ascella..." He whispered between kisses. I smiled and pushed his now wet hair from his forehead, "I love you, Raffa."
"I love you too, Ella."