What Have I Done Wrong

Chapter 3

(Flashback)

After being starved for five days, I was finally allowed to have some food. However, due to the lack of eating my stomach restricted my intake of food. The reason I was being starved in the first place was that I was gaining too much weight. He called me fat and said that no one would ever want someone as worthless as me. He threatened that if he found out that I ate anything he would beat me until I was black and blue all over. I didn't weigh much, to begin with. I was 125 lbs before this week started. Now I'm 120 lbs. "You're still fat, you dumb f**k," he hissed as he yanked my head back by my hair. "But, I can't have my toy dying on me now, can I?" He laughed as he threw the sandwich at me.

"T-thank you, s-sir," I managed as my voice cracked due to the tears I was choking back. Why his he treating me like this? What did I do to deserve this? Why won't he just kill me already? Why is he still toying with me?

"Eat," he growled bringing me out of my thoughts. I began to stuff my face with the delicious sandwich and ate about half of the sandwich before I became full.

"What's the problem?" He glared as he asked the question.

"I-I'm full, sir," I said just loud enough so that he could hear.

"So, you're being ungrateful?" Anger became the emotion that was most evident from him as his hand began to twitch. Please, someone. Save me.

"N-no, sir. I'm very thankful for the sandwich." Walking over to me, he yanked me out of my chair by my hair and led me towards the basement. "STOP! PLEASE!" I screamed.

"SHUT THE f**k UP!" He hissed as he continued to drag me.

"PLEASE! I'm sorry I'll eat. I'll eat," I begged. As we reached the basement door he opened it before pushing me down the stairs. My body twisted around as I tumbled down hitting the floor as I reached the bottom.

"Strip, now! You ungrateful piece of s**t," he yelled at me. Getting up, I tried to stand on my feet and realized that my right foot was now sprained as well as my wrist. Doing as told, I stripped naked not wanting to anger him any more than what he already was. Grabbing me by my hair, he led me over to the suspension chains where he attached both cuffs to my wrists before pulling the chain until I was dangling a foot in the air by my arms. I winced in pain as my sprained wrist began to hurt. "Why are you being punished?"

"I-I didn't finish my foo-" not allowing me time to finish, he swung at me using a bullwhip. I didn't scream out in pain as he continued using my body as his punching bag. My vision clouded as tears streamed down my face. I no longer felt pain, instead, I felt broken. Was this my purpose? To be beaten whenever he needed and used as a s*x toy whenever he felt like. As his whip began to leave cuts in my body, I thought about how close he holds me. I thought about how softly he kisses me. Is this really what love is? Once he was finished, he released the chains and my body fell to the floor. Picking me up, he laid me down on the bed as he went to get the soothing lotion.

"You know I had to punish you because I love you, don't you?" He stated as he began to apply the lotion to my aching skin. I think I began to bleed, but I'm not sure because my body laid limp on the bed.

"Yes, sir," I said void of any emotion as I gave him the answer I knew he wanted to hear. Climbing on top of me he began to kiss on my neck.

"I love you so much, Peaches," he groaned in between the bites he placed on my neck and shoulders. Before I could respond, he slid himself harshly into me. After that, I learned to eat all my food whether I was full or not.

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"Please! I'm sorry, I'll eat. I'm sorry master I'll eat," I cried out. My cries were silenced when I felt a pair of soft lips connect to mine. The kiss was gentle and compassionate. When I opened my eyes he pulled away.

"Bunny," he said worried as he watched me. Pulling me closer, sir hugged me tightly.

"It happened again, didn't it?" His body stiffened in response and that was the only answer I needed. "I'm so sorry, master. I didn't mean to," I said as my eyes began to water again.

"Bunny, it's okay. Calm down. You're safe, I promise," he said as he placed a kiss on my head. My episode must've been really bad considering the fact I hadn't even noticed that his mother was here. We always meet her at her house, so if she's here that means that something serious happened.

"Mariah, are you alright?" She questioned as she reached out to me. Whimpering, I hid my face into master's chest. Peeking out, I could see the hurt expression on her face.

"Mom, it's okay. She gets like that after an episode. I promise it's nothing personal. She'll be fine in a little while. Richie, go take Mariah to your room and get her all clean and dressed," Mateus spoke as he hugged his mother close. Carrying me to his bedroom, Richie gently placed me on the bed.

"Are you alright, princess," he asked as he stared me in the eyes. I began to blush at how dominating even the kindest gesture was on him. I'm so glad to have a master like him. Wrapping my limbs around his torso, I placed a kiss on his chest before smiling up at him and nodding. "Good, now let's get you dressed, little one," he smiled as he helped me out of his clothes. It's become rare now that I have these episodes, but when I do master lets me be little and he becomes Daddy. I'm really shy when I'm in my head-space since I'm only two, but I behave very well. "Come on baby," Daddy says to me. After getting me dressed, he placed me on his hip and carried me into the living room.

"Hi, Riah," his mother cooed as she saw us come into the living room. She knows about what type of relationship we have and is very accepting of it. I mean, her husband and her were the ones who influenced their eldest sons to be into it. Blushing, I smiled and reached my arms out to her. Taking me in her arms, she smiled as she sat on the couch bouncing me on her lap. "Do you want to tell me what happened, little one?" She asked as I snuggled into her chest. Thinking about it for a moment, I shook my head deciding that it was best to just repress the horrible memory. " Alright, princess," she cooed. "So you two had a proposition for me?" Their mom asked as she directed her attention towards her two sons.

"Yes, mother. We've decided that we want to open up a school," Mateus starts.

"What kind of school?" She questions as she lightly tickles my cheeks before placing a paci in my mouth. Smiling up at her, I giggled before daddy spoke up.

"Well, that's the thing. We want to create a school that specifically made for b**m," Daddy explained.

"Keep talking," she said as her interest seems to have been peeked. Daddy and Matt then explain how the school will be set up. The school, from how they explained it, will be huge and divided into different sections. A section specified for each kink and instructors there to educate the students on how to safely conduct their kink. There will also be a class where everyone will be educated on each kink before deciding which one they are most comfortable with. I have to admit, watching Daddy talk about his dream makes me feel all tingly on the inside.

"So, what do you think ma? Can it be done?" Daddy asked as he took me from her and placed me on his lap.

"Si, mijo," she smiled at her sons. "Me encanta la idea. Who will you get to teach?" She asked. 'That's a good question,' I thought to myself looking up at daddy.

"Well, we were hoping that you and dad would teach a class," Matt explained. Their mom was a dominatrix and their dad was her submissive. It was thoughtful of them to consider their parents to be teachers at the new school. "We will also talk to Neo, Cassandra, and Colton about them assisting as well."

"That sounds great. I can't wait to see how this project turns out, but I know that this will be great. I'll talk to your father about seeing if we can teach a few days a week," she explained.

"Great. It was nice seeing you mother," Matt said hugging his mother before Daddy and I hugged her. Placing a kiss on my cheek, she smiled before she left.

"Let's go, princess," Daddy smiled.