Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 43128 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 216(@200wpm)___ 173(@250wpm)___ 144(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43128 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 216(@200wpm)___ 173(@250wpm)___ 144(@300wpm)
Did I have a choice?
I swallowed hard and took a deep breath. In a very tiny voice, I answered, “I think so... sir.” The word still felt foreign but didn’t necessarily feel more fucked up or wrong than my current situation.
My body began to tremble with the overwhelming nerves exploding from inside, but I didn’t want Thomas or Stefano to see that anyone had the ability to break me. Inner strength was all I had left. Being kidnapped, captive, stolen away was my new reality, but I needed to stay strong. I’d tried begging and begging hadn’t work. So I had to regroup. Approach this situation differently. I needed strength and determination to survive this.
I could survive this.
And there would be a time. A time when they least expected it, that I could escape. I could somehow wake up from this nightmare. But for now, I had no choice but do as commanded. I needed time... time to figure out how to save myself. I would remain strong no matter what occurred on the other side of the door.
Stefano’s face lit up, and he stroked the back of my head. The act didn’t feel loving, but rather condescending. Humiliation was clearly a tactic of his. “That’s my good girl. You just do as I say and don’t fight me in the slightest. Swallow that pride raging inside of you. Your pride is only the first of what you’ll lose while here.” He opened the door and gave a nod to a man who stood at a video camera. “Meet Gio. He’ll be recording this session tonight.”
I walked into the pristine bathroom, fiddling with my fingers as I gave Gio a small awkward nod. I was standing in nothing but my panties in front of a complete stranger. Two complete strangers, though I had already been more vulnerable and intimate with Stefano than most men in my past. I didn’t know what to do or say to Gio, but I could see the red light was on the camera and knew that there was no turning back. Thomas would be watching. Stefano was waiting.
“All right,” Stefano began. “Let’s get you out of those panties.” His command was firm.
Only pausing to appreciate my breasts for a moment, Stefano took hold of my panties, squatting as he pulled them down all the way to my ankles and lifted my feet one at a time to step out of them.
Glancing up and staring at my exposed and completely naked body, he scowled and stood up. “Naughty, naughty girl.”
I flinched at his words and the stern expression on his face. I had no idea what I had done wrong. I’d done exactly as he’d asked.
“Only very bad girls have hair on their pussies,” he lectured.
I glanced down at my brown little curls of hair and then back at him in disbelief.
“We do not tolerate our soon-to-be wife and the mother of our child to ever have body hair. This is not acceptable.”
He took a step forward, lifted my arm, and ran his fingertips along my armpit, nodded, and then ran his hand down the front of my leg and nodded again.
“Lucky for you and your ass, you at least took care of the rest of your body hair. But,” he said as he went and sat on the edge of the tub, “you’ll still be punished for a hairy pussy.” He patted his lap, which I assumed meant he wanted me to lie over it since he used the word punished.
“I... I’m sorry.” I had no idea what to say or do. The humiliation of this entire conversation was almost too much to endure. And the fact that it was all caught on camera made it even worse.
“Mistakes happen. But that does not mean that there won’t be consequences.” He patted his lap once more. “Now come here. I haven’t got all day.”
Oh, Jesus.
This was it. I was about to be spanked for the first time in my entire life. Spanked over a man’s knee. Was this really happening? Was I really standing naked in front of two men and a camera? All because of my betrayal of a powerful and ruthless mafia family. My choices were either death or... shame and humiliation?
My legs trembled and when I took my first step, I wondered if my knees would buckle from beneath me. As if I were moving in slow motion, I somehow reached Stefano and placed my body over his lap, feeling the firmness of his thighs beneath my belly.
“Now, before we start,” he said as he ran his palm along my naked behind. “Some punishments will also earn you extra comforts if you submit properly.”
I nodded as I stared at the tiled floor beneath me.
“Each comfort will depend on severity and how well you take the discipline.”