Rebel Chic

Chapter 16

I cried as I followed Frank into his office. He sat me down in the corner, facing the wall.

“Time out,” he stated. “Just for a little bit, baby, it's fine.”

He kissed the top of my head, running a hand through my hair. I sniffled, wiping my eyes as I heard him sit at his desk and work.

“How long?” I asked.

“No talking, Gee,” he said.

I whimpered as the door opened. Pete walked in, raising his eyebrows at me as I looked back to the wall.

“Frank, here's the papers, you've got a lot to catch up on,” Pete said. “Just remember, stay focused.”

“Yeah, man, I got it,” Frank said.

Pete left and I whimpered quietly, looking at the wall in front of me. I was sad that I had to be punished, I wasn't being a good boy. At least Frank didn't seem all that mad. He seemed even more upset about having to punish me.

I sat there for twenty-five minutes, staring at the wall in boredom until Frank finally let me go.

“Okay, you can go off and play or something,” Frank said. “Just stay inside the house.”

I got up, going to leave.

“Wait, I need my kisses first,” he said.

I giggled, hurrying over to give him a kiss.

“Now go on, princess,” he said.

I smiled and went up to his room. While in time out, I had made the perfect plan. Daddy was so sad about making me sad with time out so I wanted to make him feel better. I opened his chest and smiled as I picked out an outfit and slipped it on.

It had a white button up that i left open and tied at the bottom just above my belly button. I put on the grey tie, letting it stay loose. I changed from my day collar to my white leather one. I put on a red plaid skirt that barely covered my butt. Under that, I had a black lace thong. I put on white knee high socks and smiled.

I went downstairs and went to Frank's office. I giggled quietly, knocking on the door.

“Mr. Iero?” I called.

“Uh, come in?” Frank said, but it sounded more like a question.

I opened the door and Frank stared at me with raised eyebrows. I stepped in, shutting and locking the door.

“Gee, princess, what are you doing?” Frank asked.

“I've been a bad student, sir,” I said innocently as I stepped closer.

Frank smirked, leaning back in his chair.

“You have, huh?” He asked.

I nodded. “Just keep disrupting class.”

“Maybe you should put your mouth to good use then,” Frank said.

I smiled, standing in between his open legs. I buttoned his shirt, giggling when I saw the dozen of hot pink band-aids.

“Jesus Christ,” Frank muttered, buttoning it back up.

I giggled and Frank stood up, towering over me as I quickly stopped laughing.

“Think that's funny?” He asked.

I whimpered, shaking my head.

“No, sir,” I denied.

Frank grabbed my hips and pulled me closer, reaching around to grab my butt. He pressed his lips against mine and I held his shoulders. His hands kneaded my ass and I moaned softly, resting my head against his shoulder.

“Been so bad,” Frank muttered. “Does my baby need another punishment.”

I nodded quickly and he smirked. Frank bent me over his desk and I whimpered as I looked back at him. He took off his belt, and folded it in half smirking at me as he snapped it. I looked forward, breathing heavily as I held onto the desk tight in anticipation.

I felt the belt come down on my ass and I screamed softly from the sharp pain. Frank whipped me with the belt again and again as my eyes filled with tears from the pain but oh god it felt so good. He stopped suddenly and I took a few deep breaths. His hands kneaded the blistering skin and I cried.

“M-Mr. Iero, please,” I whimpered.

I felt him pull down my panties and push two fingers into me, slicked up with spit. I rocked my hips back against his hand, moaning softly. They stretched me, moving in and out slowly. Frank slipped in a third, fingertips brushing against my prostate. I whined, feeling the pleasure shot through me.

“Please, I need you, sir,” I begged.

Frank just kept slowly moving his fingers in and out of me, torturing me. He stopped moving them, fingers pressed against my prostate as he rubbed slowly until I was a panting, begging mess.

“P-please,” I whimpered desperately.

He finally pulled his fingers away and I sighed in relief. I felt the blunt head of his erection press against me as he slowly pushed in. I gasped, looking back and noticing the way Frank was watching himself push in. He bottomed out and looked up at me and I whimpered, turning my head away from the intense look in his eyes.

He started rocking his hips quickly, thrusting into me without hesitation. I moaned, feeling his grip on my hips getting tighter. It felt like only seconds before he was pounding into me. I cried out, feeling the slight burn of the stretch. Frank grabbed my hair in his fist and I moaned. His hips snapped forward in a quick rhythm. I held onto the desk, feeling the way my body would jerk forward every time he thrusted.

“Ah, Mr. Iero, ah, ah,” I panted.

All I could hear was skin on skin and my loud, high pitched moaning. The tight knot of heat was already threatening to fall apart.

“P-please, sir, c-can I come?” I whimpered.

Frank pounded into me, either not hearing me or choosing to ignore me. Either way, there wasn't even a faze in his rhythm. He spanked me again and I cried out, feeling him hit my prostate with every snap of his hips. His hand reached around and jerked me off quickly.

“Please,” I begged.

“Wanna come, baby?” He asked and I nodded quickly. “Go on then, princess, you can come whenever you want.”

I cried out, coming into his hand as I clutched onto the desk. But Frank didn't stop stroking me until I was all hard again. I cried quietly, shaking my head.

“I-I can't, not again,” I whined.

Frank grabbed my hips, slamming into me roughly. He grunted, landing another sharp spank onto my tender ass. I cried, resting my hot cheek onto the cold, wood desk. My whole body rocked every time Frank thrust into me. My insides were spinning and tightening and tingling and oh god the overstimulation was making me cry. But he just kept going, hitting my prostate harder and harder.

“Daddy,” I gasped, not even bothering with our role play anymore.

My mind was just so clouded over and all I could do was moan. I could feel the pressure building up more and more. Frank reached down, wrapping a hand around my throat. I gasped, letting out a soft scream as I came again, my whole body falling off the edge as I cried. Frank rode me out through my orgasm as I sobbed. He pulled out and I looked back at him, watching him stroking himself quickly.

“f**k,” Frank muttered.

I felt him come over my ass and a bit on my back. Frank took a few deep breaths, pulling up his pants and buttoning them up, putting his belt on. I laid on the desk, shaking and sobbing, covered in sweat and come. Frank picked me up, sitting in his chair with me curled up in his lap.

“Are you okay, princess?” He asked.

I sniffled and nodded. Frank smiled and kissed my forehead, running his hand through my hair.

“How about we go take a bath, yeah?” He suggested.

I nodded again and Frank carried me cradled in his arms. We went upstairs to the bathroom and Frank set me down. He filled the bath with warm water and bubbles. Frank helped me in and sat behind me after we both got undressed. Frank wrapped his arms around me and I sighed in content.

“I’m gonna have to go out tomorrow,” Frank said. “I'll be gone for a few hours.”

I pouted and Frank kissed the top of my head.

“Don't worry, not long,” he reassured.

“I don't want you to get hurt again,” I said sadly.

“I won't,” he promised.

I turned around, looking at the band-aids on his chest. He looked at them too and sighed. Frank picked at one, pulling it off.

“No! No!” I gasped. “Daddy! You need to get better!”

“Baby, I'm okay, I don't need the band-aids,” he reassured.

I winced as he ripped another one off quickly. Frank didn't even flinch as he continue to rip them off. I whimpered, looking at the red marks they left behind. I gave them gentle kisses and he smiled down at me. I sat up, burying my face into the crook of his neck. Frank rubbed my back and I smiled.

“I love you,” I said.

Frank kissed my forehead, hugging me tight.

“Don't you ever get scared?” I asked. “With everything you do being dangerous?”

“The only thing I'm scared of is losing you,” Frank whispered.

I smiled, kissing his cheek. I yawned softly and he chuckled.

“Wanna take a nap, baby boy?” He asked.

I shook my head. “I wanna spend time with you since you're gonna be gone tomorrow.”

I rested my head on his chest as my eyes slipped shut.

“Sweetheart, we can't even spend time together if you're half asleep,” he said with a small chuckle.

“I-I'm not asleep,” I denied.

I picked my head up, but felt it loll to the side slightly from my drowsiness.

“Alright, off to bed,” Frank decided.

I whined, shaking my head. Frank stood up, drying us both off with towels. He carried me to my room and got me into a onesie. It was so warm and comfortable. I leaned against his side as I whined quietly.

“Not tired,” I pouted.

Frank got me into my crib and within seconds I was asleep.