His Little Stripper

"Yup I always get what I want and right now I want you"

I pulled my elbow up and aimed right at his throat he started coughing. While he was distracted I jumped off of his lap and ran straight out of the door. I saw boss sitting in his office while Lorenzo was serving drinks.

I quickly ran to boss and asked for my money which he gave me and high tailed my ass out of there. I jumped into my car and drove home.

I am one crazy ass bitch. I could get fired and be jobless by tomorrow. I thought

I arrived home and locked the door making sure all the windows and curtains were locked and closed. I never been so afraid in my entire life of any one. The only emotion I have ever felt was sadness. That was the day a couple of police officers came and told me that my mom was shot and killed. That was the worst day of my life.

I didn't realize tears were streaming down my face until the tears streamed inside of my shirt soaking the neckline. I wiped them away and grabbed my things to take a shower. I let the water fall on me as I stood there. Sighing I grabbed my shampoo and conditioner 2-n-1 and squirted some in my hand then scrubbing my hair after. I rinsed my hair and started washing my body with my watermelon body wash.

I stepped out of the shower wrapping a towel around my waist and staring at myself in the mirror. People always complimented me on my looks but my green eyes looked dull and my skin was kind of pale. I looked just like my mother, we had similar features and I had her green eyes and had my fathers blonde hair.

I grabbed an oversized t-shirt and slipped it on with nothing on under it. I didn't see the point it was my house anyways. I walked into my kitchen, grabbed some leftover Chinese food and put it in the microwave. I set the timer to 2 minutes and started walking to my living room when I seen the one person who made my heart drop.

Alessio.

"You know its not nice to hurt someone then run away" he muttered while typing on his phone

"Its not nice to claim someone then break into their home" I snapped he looked at me like he was warning me. I raised and eyebrow and looked at him "What?" I questioned.

"Watch your tone" he growled out. I rolled my eyes

"What are you? My dad?" I asked. His eyes darkened

"Come here" he commanded

"Excuse me?" I asked

"I said come here, Now before I drag you over here" I contemplated my options and he was most likely serious so I walked over to him. He grabbed my wrist and yanked me down so my chest and stomach were on his knees while my ass was in the air. I tried getting up but he pressed his hand firmly on my back so I couldn't move. He moved my shirt till it was laying on my back while my ass was exposed to him.

Is he going to spank me? He better not spank me.

"Hey asshole wha-" my voice was cut off by a loud slap and a stinging on my ass.

"Shit" I cursed out

"Everytime I spank you, you count it out say sorry daddy for all the things you did bad today. Okay." I nodded my head because if I didn't it would have been worse

Smack "One, sorry daddy"

Smack "Two, sorry daddy"

Smack "Three, sorry daddy" by the third smack I was full on crying. I didn't care if he saw me or not because that shit hurt like hell.

Smack "Four, sorry daddy"

Smack "Five, sorry daddy"

"Do you know what this last one is for" he said. I shook my head no.

"For not having anything on under here" he replied.

"I didn't th-" I was cut off by another smack.

"Six, sorry daddy" I muttered.

"That's the problem, you don't think now go put on Some underwear and come right back in here" I nodded and walked into my room slipping on some underwear before walking back out and sitting on the couch farthest away from him.

"Now lets talk".

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