THE PUNISHMENT

Know your right from wrong, sweetheart.

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CHAPTER XI

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“BOSS SAYS HE wants to see you in his office,” Anna said as she walked up to me in the garden.

I looked at her before looking back at the flower bed and continued with the watering. “I'm almost done. I'll go when I'm finished.”

“He says he wants you now,” she said in a firm voice, making me sigh and cut off the water flow. After dropping the hose, I wiped my hands on my uniform before stuffing them in my pockets.

“Well then, go on. Lead the way,” I said in a sarcastic tone as she rolled her eyes and walked away. Shaking my head, I followed her wordlessly.

The air around the both of us was bitter and tense. This always happened. Every time I got into a fight, this would happen. Because I would be in a bad mood and regret all of my actions and Anna would be pissed at me for not being mature and walking away.

She always hated when I got into fights because I was her closest friend and she came from a violent home.

Sometimes, I wish I was a better friend.

She walked me up until we were in front of Daniel's office, not sparing me a second glance before turning away and walking down the hall.

I shut my eyes and took a moment to prepare myself for what was going to happen behind his door. After a couple seconds of deep breathing, I placed my hand on the handle and pushed it open, letting myself into his office.

From the position of the door, I was directly facing Daniel's dark oak desk. Unsurprisingly, he was behind it, typing rapidly into his computer as I closed the door behind me.

The office was more spacious than I imagined it to be, with a large window overlooking the flower garden behind the desk. The desk was slightly more to the left, close to the bookshelf against the wall but not exactly touching it. To the right was just empty space with a black loveseat and a glass coffee table. There were small pieces that added an extra touch to the space like flower pots and art pieces, but I could tell that Daniel wouldn't care if they were there or not. He hadn't acknowledged since I had entered and he was the one that called for me.

“You called for me, sir?” I said, deciding to make my presence known.

He briefly glanced up from the monitor before looking back at it again. “I did.”

Cool, I refrained myself from saying. I stood awkwardly at the side of the room with my hands behind my back. I scuffed my feet against the hardwood floor, deciding that I wasn't going to say anything else until he finally acknowledged me.

Luckily, I didn't have to wait long because seconds later, he looked up at me with a raised brow. “Sit down.”

His voice came out as if mocking me, telling me that I should have done so without him having to tell him. Biting my lip, I shuffled over to the love seat. I knew why he called me here, but I wished I didn't.

He obviously caught me in my worst moments earlier that day, and for all I knew, I was about to be punished severely. Whether that meant having a long lecture or being shot in the ass was soon to be determined.

I could only wish that what he did to me, he'd do ten times worse to Lola.

Suddenly he got up, the light from the large window casting a shadow beside him as he walked around the desk to face me. I looked up at him, hoping that he wouldn't find the fact that I was meeting his eyes disrespectful.

The first thing I couldn't help but notice was the humour in his eyes. His lips were pulled into a small smirk, warning me beforehand of the mischief that he was most likely up to. My stomach flipped with both fear and excitement.

“Do you know why you're here?” he asked, his deep voice sending a delightful vibration straight from my ears to my pussy.

Discreetly squeezing my thighs together, I looked down at my knees and nodded. “I think so.”

“Why don't you tell me then?”

He sounded like he was on the verge of laughing and I couldn't help the sinking feeling in my stomach. All I wanted was to get out of there. I knew I said I didn't regret beating Lola up, but if it meant getting whatever Daniel had planned for me, then I wouldn't have done it at all.

“I-I got into a fight,” I stuttered out, hearing my heartbeat in my ears as I wringed my fingers together. I always had a habit of fiddling with my hands whenever I was nervous.

A moment of silence passed by us and I stole a glance upward to see if he was still with me. My gaze met his instantly, and resisting the urge to look away, I could see the demand in his eyes.

There's was more that he wanted me to see. He knew I knew what I did and I was just purposely keeping it back so whatever he hadn't in mind for me wouldn't be as bad.

With a reluctant sigh, I dropped my gaze back to my hand. “And I ignored Margeratta's warnings to stop and continued to hit her.”

He yet again said nothing and the heavy, expectant silence in the air made me cringe back at nothing in particular. “And,” I finally spat it out, “I walked out on her.”

He chuckled, filling the silent air with the sound of his humoured laughter. I peered up at him, wanting to find out what was so funny, but he didn't give anything away. It was only after gauging the mischief in his eyes that I realised why he found the situation funny.

He wasn't laughing at what I did. He was laughing at what he was going to do to me.

My stomach dropped and my heart leaped into my throat, but I kept my distress at bay and instead fisted the edge of my dress.

“You do know why you're here,” he confirmed, maybe trying to give me a reason to feel proud of myself. The only thing I was feeling in that moment, though, was fear for myself. “Do you want to be punished for that?”

Of course I didn't want to be punished! I mean, who did? But I took the cue. I knew exactly what he wanted me to do. He wanted me to beg and grovel and explain to him why exactly he should take mercy on me.

“Only if you're going to do the same to Lola,” I bit, successfully taking him by surprise as he leaned against the edge of his desk and rose an eyebrow at me. “I mean, we're both on toilet duty, aren't we?”

He chuckled, shaking his head as he pushed himself off his desk and stood up straight. “You're not on toilet duty.” I pulled my lip towards my left cheek and stared up at him with furrowed brows. “I've got something much worse for you.”

Anger went surging through my veins as I became defensive. “Why? What did I do wrong? Lola was the one who started running her fucking mouth! Lola was the one who pointed a knife at me! I only defended myself.”

“And then after you defended yourself and ensured your safety in the situation, you did what?”

“I thought her a fucking lesson,” I answered, not feeling any shame. I knew that I was probably digging my own grave, but nothing anyone said could make me regret what I did to Lola. She deserved what she got.

“You think that's right?” he asked, stepping closer to me as I crossed my arm over my chest and huffed.

“Well, if it wasn't me, it'd be someone else.”

Daniel chuckled, not coming off serious at all as I leaned back into the seat. “Fine. Punish me. Whatever.”

“And how do you want me to do that?” he asked, stepping right in front of me. I made to get up and stand too, but he pushed me down from my shoulders and grabbed a fistful of my unruly hair. Yanking it down, he forced me to look up at him as I winced. “Should I repeat myself?”

Daniel didn't repeat himself. I knew that much.

Shaking my head, I squeezed my eyes shut to hide my discomfort.

“Then fucking answer me.”

“No,” I said quickly, not wanting to get on his bad side. A sigh of relief escaped my lips once his hand finally left my hair, but my breath was stolen from me immediately after I had opened my eyes.

He was kneeling in front of me.

I sucked in a breath, feeling my heart beat rapidly in my chest the second he placed his hand on my knees. He trailed his hand up my dress, leaving a burning trail where his hand made contact.

I squeezed my thighs even closer together, feeling the familiar burning ache between them. Daniel smirked, noticing what I was doing even though I tried to be as discreet as possible. He grabbed my knees and, taking me by surprise, yanked them apart. I let out a sound of distress, but quickly pressed the back of my hand to my mouth as he raised my legs up to the point where my feet were on the sofa.

I was completely exposed to him, the obvious wet spot in my red panties being on view. He smirked, his brown eyes sparkling as my chest rose and fell with my harsh breathing.

“Do you want to take the punishment?”

Against my better judgement, I found myself nodding. His fingers tickled my skin, digging into my flesh as he grabbed my thighs and squeezed them roughly. If I could get off under the guise of being a good person and wanting to learn my lesson, then better for me.

But something told me that maybe it wasn't going to be that easy. He trailed his hand down my legs, only grazing over the spot where I needed him most before coming back up. With my hand over my mouth, I was successfully able to stifle a whimper but nothing could help the surprised yelp that escaped my lips once he brought his mouth down to my thigh.

“What are you doing?” I panted out, pressing my palms into the white leather of the sofa. It hurt to breathe and it hurt to not have him where I wanted him yet, but I knew better than to rush things.

“I'm punishing you.” He reached into my dress and hitched it up, snagging onto the waist line of my panties as he brought his hand down my leg and pulling my panties down with them.

Embarrassingly enough, I didn't make it difficult for him. I lifted my legs and helped him kick it off like the needy bitch I was. He placed his lips on my inner thigh, biting down on it softly as I felt myself gush.

I just wanted him to fuck me, was that too much to ask?

He chuckled against my skin, moving to the opposite thigh and biting down on it as well, except this time closer to my pussy.

“Daniel,” I whimpered, trying to press myself to him but he pushed me back roughly.

He let out a throaty chuckle and kneaded my skin, so close to my aching center. “I don't know why you're trying to rush me,” he said, bringing his finger closer and closer to my heat, but bringing it back up before he could actually touch me.

He looked up at me, his eyes glimmering with humour as I squirmed on the sofa beneath him. He leant down and bit my thigh again, so much closer to where I actually wanted him.

“It's not like you're going to like this.”

Before I could ask him what he meant, his lips were on my lower ones and I was sent into a world of pleasure that I knew wouldn't last long.

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I know this update is later than it usually is. Especially since I had the original chapter written months ago, but you know. I just finished reading a... not so family friendly book and I've noticed the errors in my smut.

I know I said that I'd talk more about what I'm planning to do with part 2 of this book today, but I just kind of want to get this out so I don't delay any longer.

I'll post the next chapter as soon as I have it written (because that one is actual smut and there's no point in building it up to this and then posting the main thing days later, yk?)

Anyhoo see yall in a couple hours or whatever.

Bye!!