"I-I am sorry, young mistress," you plead, trembling. It has been a long time since the last time someone threatened you physically like this or even scolded you. You are used to be being treated nicely and receiving pats on the back for your outstanding achievements. But being a servant is not something you ever thought you would have to do.
Anisha smirks, seeing the fear in your eyes. "Aww...Did I scare my little servant? Come here. It's still is just your initiation. It's not even a real punishment, just a taste of what you'll get if you don't live up to my expectations. You are lucky it's not mommy who's initiating you."
You come back to her, still on your knees. It's so humiliating. Even though you have agreed to become her servant, she has no right to treat you like this. What a spoiled brat! But if this is how ordinary people treat men, you wonder how the police will handle you. Or maybe, Anisha and Ayesha are just more cruel than usual because they are rich and spoiled. "Are you still planning to punish me?" You look up at her only to be met with an evil grin
"Consider this a taste of what happens to bad boys. Trust me. I'll go easy on you. Call me young mistress every time you address me, don't just talk to me as if we are equals. First of all, you are a man, and secondly, you are my servant. How can you be this disrespectful even after I just saved your ass." She lifts both her high-heeled feet once again. The heels look sharp and deadly. "Come on. Put your hands on the floor, palm up."
Are you going to let her do this? If this is just the initiation, what does an actual punishment look like? You don't have to do this. You will find some help somewhere else. Fuck these two! "Stop it already!" In desperation, you raise your voice for the first time.
"Huh?" She squints her eyes, and before you can register what is happening, you feel a stinging slap on your cheek. You look at her wide eyes, tears barely staying inside your moist eyes as your cheek burns from her slap.
You have had enough! "I said sto..."
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! You don't get to finish your sentence as she swings her hands, slapping you, again and again, drawing tears from you. Your cheek is throbbing in pain. "Stop it... I quit." You whimper, trying to get up, but she doesn't stop. Her eyes are glued to yours, her nose puffing in anger as she continues to assault your face.
"You. SLAP! Can. SLAP! Quit. SLAP! When. SLAP! I. SLAP! DONE! SLAP! PUNISHING! SLAP! YOU!" She is slapping you with all her force. She is fuming. But you have barely done anything!
Despite your best efforts, you can't help bursting into tears. You have never been treated like this! At least, not since the traumatizing bullying incident from college when a cheerleader beat you up for rejecting her. The painfully embarrassing moment you have buried deep inside comes flashing back. You freeze in place, unable to move. All you can do is sob while your cheeks are red hot.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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