Mafia's bitch

I hate you

30 minutes later -

Claudia:

" you've been making a shit load of fucked up decisions lately". He speaks calmly as if he's not about to .. punish me?
" sorry is not gonna change it , I have given you multiple chances to fix your behavior ..But you didn't. The consequences of your actions should help you figure that out."

My eyes instantly grow wide at the last part of his statement. I begin to think about the all the possibilities, but he is already pulling me over his lap. He adjusts me so that my upper body is lying on the silk sheets of his bed with my hips directly on his lap. My feet can barely reach the ground , and just with the tips of my toes. My mind is everywhere right about now , this has never happened to me before ; I don't even know how to react.

"Ero-scar! You cannot do this-" I start to raise my voice as I desperately try to squirm out of his lap. He simply cuts me off with a shushing noise pushing his hand on my lower back to keep me still.

" I can , and I will punish you because you deserve it Claudia". He lifts my dress up swiftly, I quickly try to stop his hand with my own but he grabs my wrists and presses it onto my lower back into its original spot. If this wasn't already insanely uncomfortable, it definitely is now. He has both my arms pinned behind my back as far as they could possibly go and I'm practically naked in-front of him .. vulnerable.

I whine quietly into his bed as I am suddenly met with a hard slap to my bottom. My body jerks forward and I let out a loud sob " I'm s-sorry".

" I know your sorry baby," he speaks softly rubbing my thighs, " I just want you to remember how sorry you are".

And with that , he raises his hand and brings it back down forcefully on my bare skin. I yelp at the sting but before I could even catch my breath , his hand immediately comes down again.

His harsh slaps don't cease as I beg for him to stop and cry out at him for hurting me. Each slap harder than the one before , I stuff my face into his expensive bed spread and sob softly. I jolt every time his ringed hand makes contact with my skin , which I can imagine is now bruised and raw.

After what feels to be about 15 more minutes of torture, his hand caresses my backside somewhat lessening the burning sensation.

" C'mon , up you go babe"
He helps me off his lap as my dress falls and stings my reddened bottom.
"All done" he says , stroking my hair with an evil grin plastered to his face. He sat me down on his cold wooden dresser and I wince in pain.

" your getting thirty minutes of time out, for which I'm gonna leave you here , in pain and crying like the little bitch you are. After that , you will be forgiven.

He took a fistful of my hair and pulled my head back to look at him , making me whimper. He leaned down and kissed my forehead as I frowned.
" don't move , and don't make a sound . Understand suka?

I give him a small nod as he looks at me up and down in satisfaction and leaves the room.

I hate you..