I'll Be Good

5.

"Daddy, I-" I winced as Ashton grabbed a handful of my blonde hair, dragging me down the hall and to the playroom. I bent down due to the obvious height difference, his hold on my hair tightening with each step.

"Get down on the floor and join them," he hissed, throwing me down. "I'm tired of your no-sex whining."

I did as he said, but looked up to see him standing there with his arms crossed. I let out a shaky breath and looked at the three other submissives. They were all just in their boxers but there were a few
stains on the fronts. Gross.

"Lucas," he snapped.

I nervously took off all of my clothes, sitting down in the circle. I have never truly felt as uncomfortable in my entire life.

"Kiss Zayn." He commanded, letting out a huff of irritation.

I looked to Zayn, who was almost as nervous as I was, crawling into the middle and bringing my face closer to his. Our lips connected and he shivered at the feeling of the metal lip ring. I ignored it,
focusing on making the kiss look believable.

I placed my hands on either sides of his jaw and soon we were pulling away for air, gasping as I sat back on my heels.

I dared to look over at Ashton, seeing that he still had a disapproving scowl on his face. He made his way back to me and tightly grabbed my jaw.

His fingers dug into the muscles in my jaw, causing a small wince to leave my lips from the pressure.

"You are going to play whatever the fuck they want you to play, and when we get home, I'll make you wish you listened the first time," He growled, pushing my head back as he released his grip. I sniffled and nodded, watching him and Liam as they left.

"It's okay," they cooed, rubbing my back.

I dreaded the ride home and walking up to our doorway, since I knew I would be getting punished. I don't know why I can't just listen to him like Calum does. I think it's because his face is too likeable to
fear.

"Punishment room," Ashton hissed, pushing me in the direction of the room. "When I get there, I want to see you naked and lying on the table."

"Yes, Daddy," I complied, removing my clothes and laying down as he
said. I shook nervously, completely bare, and eyed the room. It was rather simple, with wood cabinets and a sturdy table.

After about fifteen minutes of tense silence, I saw him walk in with
only sweatpants on.

"Sit up." He said rather coldly, watching as I complied. "Someone's a little wet, hm?" He smirked, rubbing the soft pad of his thumb over my tip.

I blushed as precum bubbled against his thumb. He stepped away from me, and brought his finger to his lips to suck on. Then he was off to the cabinets.

He came back with a blue ball-gag, a paddle, a cane, and a blindfold in his right while he had a flogger in his left.

"Do you know why you're being punished?" He asked.

"Because I didn't listen to you."

"And why didn't you listen to Daddy?" He slowly asked, tying the blindfold around my eyes. It made my cock leak to hear him call himself Daddy.

But in this instant, I wasn't supposed to be turned on by him and his devious language. I'm supposed to feel ashamed for what I have done.

"I'm stubborn," I admitted.

"Yes, you are, baby," he hummed, placing a teasing kiss to my lips. "Stand up."

I did as told, and stood wobbling in front of him, waiting for him to do something. He was suddenly behind me, which meant that I would have no idea when he would begin or what he would choose to do.

There was a soft sound like beads hitting each other and suddenly my
back was on fire. I screamed as he whipped me, the ends burning worse every time. I felt like I was being ripped to shreds. The pain was almost unbearable.

I wish it would end.

After about thirty hits (Honestly, I had lost count) he was finished, leaving me sobbing. His footsteps padded back over to me and he wrapped the ball-gag around my head, securing it in my mouth.

"We're far from finished, Luke," he reminded me, his words sounding both teasing and apologetic. Maybe this was hurting him too?

"But I'm sorry," I cried out beyond the gag. "I'm sorry I didn't listen!"

It took me a second to realize that my words probably sounded like a jumbled mess. Desperate pleas for him to hold back on hurting me any longer.

"You embarrassed me," he began, smacking my ass with the paddle. "I thought you wouldn't ever do that, but you did. You've broken so many rules, Luke."

"I'm so sorry," I bawled, screaming louder against the gag as he hit me harder with the paddle. I was bleeding. I knew that from the burning feeling on my skin and the strange wet feeling that ran down the backs of my thighs. Everything was pain and I just wanted to be loved.

The blindfold was slowly soaking with my tears and my throat and jaw were beginning to ache from the gag. After what felt like ages, he removed the toys, revealing his hazel eyes.

His facial features were softer than before. Maybe because he got all the anger out of his system. He seemed much more relaxed now.

"Go stand in the corner until I think you've learned your lesson," Ashton commanded, pointing to the corner.

I staggered over to where he pointed, trying my best not to cry any more than I already had.

"You will listen to what I say, now. Right?" He spoke in my ear, sounding smug as his hand went to rub at my shoulder. I flinched under his touch but still managed to keep my composure, even if my body felt like it was on fire.

"Yes, Daddy," I sniffled, staring at the dark corner. "I'll be good."

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It hurt to move whenever I took a step. I took a long shower, which was mostly spent crying on the floor of the shower or looking at my mutilated back.

"Lukey, come get dinner," Calum called out. Frantically, I wiped my face with my sweater and got up to go eat with them.

I wore a long-sleeved sweater and some boxers I had found, joining the other two at the table. There was meatloaf in the oven, but I somehow did not feel hungry.

My gaze was focused on the table as the sound of forks hitting the plates chimed in the room. My head snapped up when I heard Ashton ask, "Aren't you going to eat?"

I shook my head and swallowed what saliva I had left in my dry mouth. Everything felt raw. "No, Daddy," I replied hoarsely. "I'm not hungry."

He gave me a worried look, as I seem to be receiving often lately, but shrugged it off. I laid down in bed on my stomach when I was released from the dinner table. My back hurt too badly to lay on it.

Hopefully, things can get better.