Taking Down!!!

Punishments

I woke up by the sound of rain and thunder. It was nice and calming. I felt relaxed and I took a deep breath. I opened my eyes and stretched. A moan escaped my chapped lips and I quickly brushed my tangled hair with my fingers.

I sat up and looked outside. The autumn leaves were wet and it was muddy. I heard the kids downstairs running around and screaming. I heard their little feet making their way up the stairs. Their little giggles filling my ears. It was nice. Their laughter was my favourite thing to listen to in the mornings.

"Kids?" I moaned. My voice cracked. My throat was dry and croaky. I couldn't move my legs. They were numb. Unmovable. "Shit!" I sighed. I tried again. Nothing. I still couldn't move. I tried again. I moved one of my legs, slightly. I cracked a smile and moved the other one. It moved. Both my feet touched the cold wooden floor. It made a loud squeaky noise as I took my first step. I took my second step and put on some clothes and made my way downstairs. I smelt pancakes. The sweet smell of maple syrup and pancakes filled my nostrils as I made my way into the kitchen. Standing there was Mr Styles, making pancakes in a white apron.

"You're up!" Harry clapped his hands as he turned to face me. Daddy. His apron had the word daddy written on it. It looked like a little kid wrote that. "How'd you sleep?" Harry asked. His plump lips moved slowly every time he said something.

"I slept well. Thanks for asking, Mr Styles. Hope you had a good sleep as well." I gave him a slight nod and a smile.

"Well, you don't look so well. You look pale. You look like shit." he mumbled under his breath.

"Excuse me?" I gasped.

"I was kidding, but you do look sick. What's wrong?" Harry asked in a worried voice. He walked towards me and tucked a strand of brown hair behind my ear. He cupped my face with his hands and tilted my head up. The crinkles by his eyes were visible and his green eyes looked straight into mine.

"I'm fine. I'm just a little bit exhausted." I whispered. He smiled and nodded. He bent down to meet my height, his lips inches away from mine. He licked his pink lips and got closer.

"I could make you feel better. My tongue, my lips, my fingers, they can all make you feel better." he moaned in my ear.

"Mr Styles, I-"

"Shhh, she's not here. You're all mine." he interrupted. His lips brushed against mine and his fingers made their way down to the zipper of my jeans. He kissed me as he started to unzip my jeans. He slightly pushed me against a wall as he let out a groan. He smiled and pulled away. "But I guess it can wait." He teased.

I felt flustered. I felt my cheeks get hot. I didn't want him to stop. I didn't want to wait. I want him. His fingers. His tongue. His lips. His everything. I needed him. I sighed and shook it off.

"Pancakes?" Harry asked. I gasped and jumped back. His deep voice interrupted my thoughts. I nodded.

"Just one, please. I'm not that hungry." I said. He shook his head and he laughed. His laugh made his chest vibrate and his shoulders move up and down.

"One? One doesn't just eat one pancake. You're eating two. And if you don't eat both of them, then I'll punish you. Now, would you want daddy to punish you? You don't want any spankings, do you? Or no pleasing and just teasing? You wouldn't want that, would you? So be a good girl and eat your food. I want you to have enough energy for later." he winked and smirked.

I legs felt weak and my breath fastened. I went numb. I couldn't speak. He left me speechless.

"Would you like to sit on my lap, or on my face?" He smirked. I bit my bottom lip and I shook my head quickly. "You sure about that? Don't disobey, daddy. Remember, I can punish you, baby. Now choose." he demanded.

"L-lap." I managed to say. He nodded and patted sat down on a chair.

"The pancakes are on the table. Now come and sit on daddy's lap." he grinned as he patted his lap. I sighed and sat on his lap. "Better." he chuckled.

"What about the kids?" I asked.

"They're in their rooms playing." he said as he kissed my neck. His lips felt soft against my skin and his hand made it's way up my inner thigh. He stopped and pulled his hand away. "And like I said... It can wait." he winked. "Please get up. My crotch is getting hard and I don't want to fuck you against the table. I would much rather fuck you against a wall." he explained. I gulped and got up from his lap.

He slowly got up and walked upstairs. Once again, leaving my speechless. His tall lanky body moved swiftly up the stairs and into an unknown room.

I've never seen that door before. Or that room. I slowly walked up the stairs and stopped at the door. I examined it. It wasn't like the other ones. This one was black. It was a black wooden door. My fingertips touched the doorknob. I sighed. My hand touched the doorknob. I quietly tried to open the door, but it was locked. I couldn't open it. I groaned.

"I wouldn't go in there if I were you." I heard Darcy's sweet little voice behind me. I was startled at first, but then I turned to look at her little face. She looked up at me with a straight face. "Daddy said that that was his playroom, and only he could go in there. He doesn't let mommy go in there because he doesn't like her. He spends most of his time in there. Sometimes, he doesn't even come out. He's always sweaty and icky when he comes out of that room. This morning, I heard him scream your name in there. I thought he was mad at you." Darcy explained.

I widened my eyes as those words came out of such an innocent child. I knelt down and held her petite shoulders.

"Darcy, uhm, why don't you go play in your room? Let's go play house." I said. She nodded and ran to her room. I got up and closed my eyes for a while. I opened them back up and shook my head. "A playroom?" I questioned myself.

"Every mans fantasy." I heard a voice behind me say. I turned around a bit startled.

"Can you people stop scaring me? Mr Styles, I didn't know you were... that kinky."

"You don't know many things about me, princess." he smirked as he walked back into his room and shut the door quickly.

"Playroom?" I asked myself as I walked towards Darcy's room.

Harry was a mysterious man and full of surprises.

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