he left.

what does he expect me to do? twiddle my damn thumbs? hell nah. imma explore.

i walked back up the luxurious stairs, and my eyes quickly attached to the double decker doors at the end of the hall. the one room he said not to enter.

well he's not here...

i slowly walked to the tempting doors, and i placed my hand on the knob of it. my breathing turned heavy as i knew i shouldn't be doing this. i turned the door knob, only for it to be locked.

i tried to peak through the tiny crack in between the two doors, but i couldn't see anything. i gave up and turned around.

i looked up, to see a surveillance camera with a blinking red light.

shit. he didn't tell me he installed cameras. now he's gonna know i tried to go and snoop through his room.

i decided to just relax in my room, i sat on the bed and laid down. the bed felt as it was hugging me as i sunk in slower into the bed.

my eyes fluttered shut, darkness coming upon my world.

three hours later

"i see someone wanted to go investigate my room," someone's voice woke me up. my eyes opened, to see an angry ethan. his arms were crossed and his eyebrows were tugged together.

i sat up and stared up at him. "what do you mean?" i asked. he licked his dry lips before shaking his head. "you must think i'm dumb,"

and with those words, all the flashbacks from earlier flooded my mind. i bit the inside of my cheek nervously.

"so you did something i told you not to and your lying?" he got up in my face, his warm minty breath fanning over my nose. "sorry e-ethan,"

his eyes widened as mine did too. "daddy! sorry daddy!" i apologized.

he stood up straight and sat on the footrest on the end of my bed. he patted his lap, "come here,"

i got up and sat down on his lap. he shook his head and pushed me off. "no. lean over me, ass up."

i did as i was told as my ass stuck in the air. he rubbed my ass through my leggings as he roughly pulled them down. he rubbed the soft skin.

all of a sudden, his hand rose up then jerked down hard. i flung forward as i hissed. "ow!" i whined.

he rubbed my red cheek soothingly, then he forcefully hit my ass again. tears built up in my eyes. "dadd-y-y," i stuttered.

"not a word from you," he slapped my ass again. i bit my lip to percent me from making noise.

"starting now, count how many spanks you receive baby."

five minutes later

"46!" i squealed, sobbing. "ow daddy please stop..."

*slap*

"47!" i cried.

*slap*

"48!"

*slap*

"4-49,"

*slap*

"50!"

he rubbed my now sore ass gently. he pulled my leggings back up and picked me up so i was now straddling him. i cried into his broad shoulder.

"princess," he said, hand going up and down my back. i sat up straight, my eyes red and my cheeks stained with tears. "yes daddy-"

"listen to me next time," he said, swiping a thumb on my face. i nodded and dug my face back into the crook of his neck, sobbing.