Rebel Chic

Chapter 2

I clipped the sparkly leash onto Mitch’s pink collar, watching her look at it in confusion. I went downstairs, walking through the kitchen.

“Gerard, what the f**k are you doing?” Miley asked.

“Taking Mitch on a walk,” I said.

“Cat's don't go on walks,” he stated.

“Mitch does,” I said.

“Oh yeah? Why’s that?” He questioned.

“Because Mitch is smart, she loves going on walks,” I said.

“What the hell even goes through your mind?” Miley muttered.

“Language, Michael,” my dad scolded as he walked in, stopping when he saw me. “What are you doing, Gee?”

“Taking Mitch on a walk,” I said.

“Cat's don't…nevermind,” he said. “You need one of my men with you.”

“No, people scare Mitchie,” I denied.

“But--”

“No,” I interrupted. “I don't want them coming, I'm safe.”

“Fine, do you have your pepper spray?” He asked.

I nodded, patting my purse.

“Good, don't be out too long,” he said.

I nodded my head, walking out the front door. Mitch walked beside me, looking around at everything. I walked out passed the big iron gates that surrounded our house, down the street

“Isn't this nice, Mitch?” I asked.

We walked around for a little bit when a black car pulled up beside us. I looked in and saw Frank. He rolled the window down and I smiled.

“You're taking your cat on a walk?” He asked.

I smiled and nodded.

“Well, I have heard cats do like going on walks,” he said.

“See! You're the only person who agrees with me!” I exclaimed.

“How about you hop in and we can go get some ice cream,” he suggested.

“But Mitch isn't allowed into ice cream shops,” I said.

“We can go back to my house,” he said.

“Okay,” I agreed.

I picked up Mitch, getting into the passenger seat of the car. Frank smiled at me, driving down the road. We drove to his house and I hummed happily, petting Mitch, who was leaning over to sniff Frank’s hand that was resting on the console. Frank turned his hand up, scratching right under Mitch’s chin.

“Good girl,” frank muttered while Mitch purred.

“She likes you,” I said, watching the way Mitch took a few steps closer to him. “Ain't that right, Mitchie?”

Frank chuckled. “You're so cute.”

I blushed at his sudden compliment, looking down at Mitch.

“What kind of ice cream do you have?” I asked.

“What kind do you want?” He replied. “I can get you any kind you want.”

“Um, can I please have rocky road, Frankie?” I asked.

“Of course,” he said.

We pulled up to a big iron fence similar to mine. Although, this one said ‘IERO’ on the gate rather than ‘WAY’. The gates opened and he pulled up in front of a big house.

“Wow, your house is almost as big as mine,” I said.

He smiled, parking right in front of the walkway to the front door on the circular driveway. We walked inside and I looked around, as did Mitch. I followed Frank into the kitchen where a chef was. Frank said something in Italian and the chef hurried out, a bit of a scared look on his face.

“He's going out to the store to get you your ice cream,” Frank said.

I nodded my head, smiling happily. We walked into another room and sat on the couch.

“You know, my daddy says I'm not allowed to talk to you,” I told him.

“Well, maybe then I should be your daddy, then you'd have to listen to me,” he said.

“But--”

“Call me daddy, sweetheart,” he said.

I looked at him for a moment to see if he was joking or not. He was completely serious.

“Okay, daddy,” I said.

“Good,” Frank said, leaning down to pet Mitch, who was sitting comfortably at his feet.

“The other day you said if you were my daddy you'd bend me over your knee,” I said, “Would you really?”

“If you were being bad,” he said with a shrug.

“How?” I asked.

“Well, talking back, lying, not listening, breaking rules--”

“No, I meant how would you spank me?” I cut him off.

“Well, I don't like being interrupted,” he said. “That's worth a spanking right there. Now, I can let this one slide. Of course, unless you want to.”

I bit my lip, slowly moving to bend over his knee.

“Good boy,” he muttered, running a hand through my hair.

I felt his hand on the back of my thigh, giving it a comforting squeeze. He lifted my pink skirt up, his hand trailing up over my butt. I looked back at him nervously and he gave me a reassuring smile. I felt a hand come down on my butt, spanking me sharply. I whimpered, my hips jerking forward in shock.

“Not too bad, was it?” Frank asked.

I shook my head, sticking my butt up a little higher. He spanked me again, a little harder this time. Oddly enough, I actually sort of liked it.

“Count,” he ordered, spanking me again.

“One,” I said.

Smack.

“Two.”

Again.

“Three.”

I waited for the next one to come anxiously. There was a hot twisting in the pit of my stomach that I've never felt before but it was really good. I didn't feel another spank and I looked back at him in confusion.

“You're done, baby, five is fine,” he said.

I felt a little disappointed as he fixed my skirt back into place and sat me up.

“Now, where the f**k is he with your ice cream?” Frank muttered to himself.

I bit my lip as I watched him walk out through the door into the kitchen. He came back a few moments later, two bowls of ice cream in his hands. He sat with me and I smiled, taking one of the bowls. The ice cream was covered in whipped cream, sprinkles, and chocolate syrup. I smiled, taking a big bite.

“Good, princess?” He asked.

I smiled and nodded. My phone started ringing and I looked at the contact. My stomach dropped when I saw it was my dad.

“Hello?” I asked.

“Gee, where are you?” He asked.

“I'm on a walk,” I lied.

If my dad knew I was with Frank he'd be so mad. What if he takes away all my toys? I don't want that.

“You've been on a walk for a while now,” he stated.

“Well, Mitch just really likes going on walks,” I said.

“Just come home already, you've been gone for a long time,” he said.

“Okay,” I mumbled.

“Actually, I'll send a car,” my dad said. “It's dangerous outside, especially when you're alone. Where are you?”

“No, that's okay,” I denied quickly. “I just want to go on a walk for a bit, fresh air is good for me. I'll be home soon.”

“Okay, fine, be home soon,” he said.

“I know, love you, bye,” I said.

“Love you,” he said.

I hung up and looked at Frank.

“My dad is wondering where i am and wants me to go home,” I said.

“Well, you could just stay with me and never go home,” he said. “I promise to spank you more, I think you liked that.”

“I…I have to go,” I said sadly.

I stood up and Frank followed me. I picked up Mitch as we went out to his car. He drove me home, stopping a block away.

“You know where I live?” I asked.

“Well, you are technically the enemy,” he said. “But a beautiful one at that.”

I giggled, kissing his cheek.

“Bye bye, daddy,” I said.

“I think I deserve a real kiss in exchange for that one bite of ice cream,” he said with a smirk.

“Well, it was a really good bite of ice cream,” I said.

I got on my knees, leaning over to press my lips against his. He kissed back, a hand on my cheek. Suddenly, I felt a hand spank me. I gasped and pulled away.

“One to pull you over ‘til the next time,” he said.

I giggled, blushing as I grabbed Mitch.

“Bye, daddy,” I said.

“Bye, princess,” he said.

I smiled, getting out of the car. I set Mitch down onto the ground, picking up her sparkling leash. I waved goodbye to Frank once more before. Mitch and I walked the rest of the way home, stepping inside the foyer.

“Dude, I can't believe you actually took a cat on a walk,” Miley said while I took off my shoes.

“I did and she enjoyed it,” I stated proudly.

“Well, dad has been nearly losing his s**t,” mikey said. “He was so worried because you were out alone for so long.”

Mikey and I are never let out alone. We stay home and that's it. My mom has always homeschooled us. We're never allowed out passed the gates without either my dad or one of his men with us. He says it's for our protection, there's dangerous people out there. He's more lenient with Mikey, who is more likely to take over the family business. My dad has been teaching him everything there is to know. I don't really know what they do, but I'm content just sitting around and playing with my stuffies.

“Gerard?” My dad called.

“I'm in here!” I replied, taking off Mitch’s leash.

He came in and smiled. “How was the walk?”

“It was good, Mitch liked it,” I said.

“Good, well I think it'd be best if next time one of my men go with you,” he said.

“No, they're big and they scare Mitchie,” I denied.

“Then Mikey can go with you,” he said.

“Mikey would be allowed to go with me alone now?” I asked.

“Well, I do get to carry around my own gun now,” Mikey said, pulling out a pistol. “I'm gonna be taking over the business soon.”

My eyes widened as I stared at him.

“Put that away, Mikey,” my dad scolded. “You're gonna scare Gee.”

“Wh-why does he have a gun?” I asked.

“I think you should go wash up before dinner,” my dad said.

I looked at Mikey once more before picking up Mitch and going up to my room.