I was right. Six hours later, I was cranky, tired and had accrued eight more future punishments, plus an entirely new wardrobe. Daniel had paid for everything and I wasn't sure how.
"Our last stop. Victoria's Secret," he announced.
"You can't be serious, Sir," I complained.
"I am. And I don't want to hear you whine anymore, slut. You have fourteen punishments to atone for. I don't think you want to make it fifteen."
"No, Sir," I mumbled. I definitely did not.
"Okay, here we are." He grabbed my hand and pulled me in.
"Can I help you?" A pretty, young girl asked us, a measuring tape around her neck.
"I have an appointment with Gloria," Daniel said. An appointment? This sounded serious.
"Alright, I'll go get her for you," she said in a perky voice and trotted away, ponytail bouncing with every step. Too soon, an older, but still attractive lady approached us. Her name tag read 'Gloria.'
"Hello, D," she greeted, "this must be Vals," she stuck out a hand and I shook it.
"Yes, this is her, think you can help us?"
"Absolutely. I've been browsing the store all morning looking for items that fit your specifications."
"Okay, I'll be back in an hour."
"Great." He turned to me then.
"Phone," I handed it over reluctantly. If Gloria noticed his domineering nature, she said nothing.
"Don't run and don't you think about doing anything that would displease me, understand?"
"Yes, D," I said. Gloria had to have heard that, but she still said nothing or looked concerned. Maybe it was her job to smile all the time, no matter what she heard. Phone in hand-my phone- Daniel exited, a satisfied smile on his face.
"Let's get started, shall we?"
"Alright," I agreed reluctantly. She then whipped out her own measuring tape and to my embarrassment, I discovered that I'd been wearing the wrong bra size for years now. I'd been sporting a 32 B while in reality I was a 34 C.
"Didn't you notice that your bras didn't fit right?" She asked with a gentle laugh.
"Not really," I answered honestly. She just laughed again. And then she beckoned me to follow her.
I was surprised with what she picked out. Daniel had picked out mostly pink, whites and pale yellows and baby blues to dress me in, but most of the lingerie Gloria had handed to me was black and lacey. The only exceptions were a red teddy, a deep purple corset and two white lacey bras just in case the black bras showed through some lighter tops Daniel had purchased. I didn't dare argue with Gloria.
Black bras, corsets, teddies, negligees, and a few matching bra and panty sets. All things that I would never ever buy myself. And everything fit perfectly. An hour later, Daniel strolled into the store and I was back in the clothes I had come in, four pink, striped bags in hand with Gloria at my side.
"How'd it go?" He asked Gloria.
"I think you'll be pleased." He started to pull out his credit card.
"Already paid for," she said with a smile. He didn't seem surprised and put his card back without a change of expression. He thanked her and took the four bags in one hand, while his other hand firmly grasped mine.
"Bye, D. Be, Vals," Gloria called out. I waved half-heartedly. And then Daniel handed me my phone back.
"I took the liberty of deleting a few of your contacts, but I wrote them down in case we really need them." He raised an eye when I just nodded. Truth was, I was too tired to argue. And I didn't feel like myself anymore. I had all new clothes, acted differently, spoke differently, and with a new nickname, with a guy I never dreamed I'd date. Plus, my watch was ten minutes fast! And while that might not seem like much, the little detail of my watch overwhelmed me. I coached myself not to cry. I couldn't let Daniel see me as weak.
My parents still weren't home so Daniel and I put away my new clothes. He told me to change into something new, so while he was in the bathroom, I put on skinny jeans, a fitted pink tee, complete with the non-sexiest, black bra and panty set I bought.
"Give me your old clothes," he demanded. I did and he eyed me critically.
"Good enough," he said, "we'll burn these later. Let's go."
"Where, Sir?" Wasn't this enough for one day? What else could he possibly need me to do?!
"My house," he responded, "You have fourteen punishments coming your way and I want you to meet my father so you'll be joining us for dinner."
"Yes, Sir," I replied meekly. I had forgotten all about the punishments. What was he going to do to me?
"Slut, I'm going to give you a choice. You owe now, fourteen punishments. Fourteen small punishments. Three small infractions equals one medium and five equals one large punishment. So, how do propose I break these down. I won't be giving you a choice in the future, but today, I will. Should I give you fourteen small punishments or a mixture between large, medium and small?" I did not know what a small, medium or large punishment consisted of, but I had a feeling that he would not care.
"Two large, one medium and one small, Sir," I answered. Best to break it up into the smallest increments.
"Alright." We has pulled up to his house and he led me. Funny, how this morning I was horrified and scared to even touch him and now, just hours later, taking his hand almost became second nature. I really wasn't myself.
And someone I had to pretend to be a happy, normal girlfriend in front of Mr. McAllister after being punished by his son!
We proceeded into Daniel's room and he pointed me to the desk.
"Get out your folder and a piece of paper." I did so and grabbed a pen from the mug.
"Yes, Sir," I said while following his orders. Did he want me to do lines? Write, 'I will not speak out of turn' fifty times?
"I want you to have a clear understanding of what punishments entail. Write down what I tell you, and DO NOT interrupt me. If you do, you will be given one big punishment. Understand, slut?'
"Yes, Sir."
"Small punishment include light spanking, short corner time- ten minutes, or mild humiliation." Medium punishments are mild paddling, mild corner time- fifteen to twenty minutes, bondage- same amount of time, mild humiliation. Large punishments include belting, corner or bondage time for a minimum of thirty minutes and severe humiliation.
"And then there are random punishments. I will use them to fit my needs after I see how you react. They include kneeling on grits, ice cube play, tickle torture and revoked privileges. I may add more later. And you may NOT ask questions. I figured today I'd use the random punishments so we see how you react."
"Okay, Sir."
"I believe you picked two large, one medium and one small punishment?"
"Yes, Sir." He smiled a truly frightening smile. He went to his bed and reached under it pulling out a box of grits.
"Ready?"
"Sir?" He sighed.
"Yes, slut?"
"Did you get this idea from Secret Life of Bees?"
"A generous and clever slut," Daniel chuckled as he poured a liberal pile on his hardwood floor at the foot of his bed. "Kneel," he commanded in a voice that sent shivers down my spine. "Wait." He changed his mind suddenly and I stopped, my knees slightly bent. I wasn't sure why he told me to pause but I was thankful for the reprieve, no matter how short it was. Until...
"Take off your pants," he ordered. That made me stop and stare dumbfounded.
"Sir?" I managed with a squeak.
"You heard me slut," he rumbled, "take them off! It won't hurt with jeans protecting your knees. Not that I need an excuse to have you undress."
I was still too stunned to move.
"Sir," I moaned, a plea.
"I asked you to take off your jeans," Daniel said in a dangerously patient, even voice, "I did not ask you to remove your panties or shirt or bra. But if you pause any linger, I will forcibly remove every article of clothing on your body." His tone never raised above an indoor tenor and it remained logical and calm as if he was reasoning with an unruly child.
As much as it angered and mortified me, I took off my jeans but kept my eyes downcast. Meeting his eyes would make it worse.
"Look up," he said and I did, as soon as my knees came in contact with the grits. He made me keep eye contact while I kneeled. He lounged on the bed.
"The pain was bearable at first. But as it dragged on, I felt it get to me, the grits cutting into my soft knees. I could feel my eyes sting with tears but I held them as I kept my gaze steady with his unwavering eyes. There was no sympathy or anger in his face. He was eyeing me as if I was some science research project that he did not much care for. I wasn't sure how much longer he planned to keep me there, feeling the pain, knowing that I was bleeding, but fighting the tears. He COULD NOT win.
"Danny," I heard a man's voice boom from somewhere below us, "dinner!"
"We'll be there in fifteen minutes," Daniel called back. Fifteen more minutes of this!? Could I make it? I tried to think of other things, but Daniel would clear this throat meaningfully every time my eyes dropped.
"If you drop your eyes one more time, slut, you'll be there another five minutes," he finally said breaking the silence. With my eyes trained on his, all I could think of was him.
"You can get up now," he said sometime later. Gratefully, I tried to get off the grits, but my legs were quivering.
Unfortunately, my knees buckled as soon as I got to my full height. I braced myself for hitting the floor and shut my eyes, but I didn't hit the ground. Instead, two arms caught me.
I opened my eyes and found myself looking right into Daniel's grey eyes.
"Are you alright?" He asked.
"Just lost my balance, Sir," I whispered. His concerned stare unnerved me. He set me on the edge of the bed and inspected my knees. I didn't need to look at them to know they were bleeding.
"Stay put," he said and left, returning a few minutes later with a wet paper towel, some cream, a broom and a dust pan. Once he swept all the grits up, he kneeled in front of me and treated my injuries with a gentle hand.
