What Have I Done Wrong

Chapter 1

It had been about two years since I had left my mother's house and moved in with my dad. Ever since I had left, I couldn't bring myself to go back and visit her. Not after what had happened. If I went back I'd risk him finding me and that was a risk I wasn't willing to take, no matter how much I miss her. Luckily, I'm living far enough away from the pain of my past that I can live a somewhat normal life. I'm no longer fearful of leaving the house by myself though on occasion I do get this feeling of paranoia. It's taken me a while to get to this take of my life where I feel somewhat comfortable in my own skin. Pulling up in my driveway, I feel the sense of dread growing inside of me. I get off my bike and take a look at my surroundings. Huh? Nothing there. I shake my head and dismiss it as just paranoia before going inside. Coming into my house, my dad called me into the kitchen. "Your report card came in the mail," he said with a stern voice.

"And?" I said knowing that it probably didn't contain any grade lower than a B.

"You got all A's," he frowned.

"Isn't that a good thing?" I asked crossing my arms over my chest while I resting my back against the cold refrigerator door which sent chills down my spine.

"No, because now I don't have a reason to yell at you," he complains and I burst into laughter. Weird dad. "Buen trabajo, mi amor," he smiles as he hands me the paper before exiting the kitchen. A sigh escapes my lips as I go into the fridge and grab a bottle of water before heading upstairs. Going into my room, I lock the door and get changed out of my volleyball practice uniform and into some comfy clothes. The feeling of being watched crept up on me like a spider crawling up your skin. The feeling continued to grow as my heart rate increased as I looked around my room slightly panicked. Once I checked every square inch of my room to make sure it was safe, I convinced myself it was nothing and finished my nightly routine before unlocking my door again. Plopping down on my twin-sized bed, I retrieved a notebook and a pen from my nightstand and began searching for apartments to pass the time. Getting so immersed into looking for an apartment, I hadn't noticed the knocking of someone who was at my door.

"Hey, Uhm, can I stay in here with you for a little while. They're arguing again," my step-sister Catherine asked as she awkwardly stood in the doorway.

"I go to work all damn day to provide for us-"

"I go to work too. I also cook and clean and-"

"Hurry up and shut my door," I groaned as I waved her in before noticing the plate she had in her hand.

"I-I also brought you food," she smiled as she tried to hand me the plate to which I refused to take. "Come on you need to eat," she stressed. I'll eat when my master feeds me thank you very much, I thought to myself. Everyone in this house swears I have an eating disorder. They always talk about how skinny I am or how I don't eat enough, but it's not that at all. I'm just not hungry most of the time, but when I am I eat everything on my plate. "So how are you and Richie doing?" Cat voiced, pulling me from my thoughts.

"Mhmm...What time is it?" I yawned as I checked my phone. "Oh s**t!" I realized I was late and that if I didn't hurry I would surely be punished. Rushing to hurry out of the door, I grabbed my bag and double-checked to make sure I had everything I needed before I left. Getting in my car, I sent a quick text to him before pulling out of the driveway. Arriving at the club, I hurriedly changed in my car before stepping out and locking the door behind me.

"Hello Ms. Venice," Marco, the bouncer of the club, greeted before he let me in. I replied with a small thank you and proceeded inside. After a bit of searching, I found Richie sitting with Brandon and Demitri on the red velvet couches while Shaneah and Mackenzie sat on the floor by their feet. Their outfits matched mine as we were wearing black lace bralettes with panties that matched and black bunny ears to go with it. Shaneah and I wore silver collars whereas Mackenzie didn't.

In this club collars let everyone know that you've taken so that there aren't any misunderstandings between which submissives were taken and which were free for the taking. Finding my place, I knelt on the floor right next to Richie's feet making sure to have my palms rest on my thighs and my head held down. Leaning down beside me, Master whispered in my ear.

"No kiss for daddy, huh?" His words come out as if he were pouting.

"Y-you haven't commanded me to do so sir," I quietly voiced not looking up at him.

"Kiss," he demanded and I gladly placed a slow and gentle kiss on his lips. Picking me up, he sat me on his lap and began to passionately kiss me until his kisses felt as if he were hungry. "We'll be in one of the playrooms," Master said before carrying me down the hallway. Once we reached an unoccupied room, he placed my feet on the floor and began to pace around me as I admired my outfit. "Damn bunny, you look so good," he smirked as his hand gently slid down my back. "Strip!" He ordered. To give my Master a little tease, I took my clothes off seductively while maintaining eye contact. "Bend over the table with your arms behind your back," he growled. Doing as told I bent over the table, placing my hands behind my back while my breasts pressed against the cold table. Hearing one of the many drawers open, I heard the clicking of metal. At first, the cold metal took me by surprise, however, I maintained my composure as he attached the cuffs that were on my legs to the table. "Do you know why you're being punished, bunny?"

"Yes sir," I mumbled. Receiving a harsh smack on my butt, I grew quiet.

"Why are you being punished?" He asked as he rubbed the now stinging area.

"I was late, sir," I said keeping my head down.

"Yes, you were. You're going to get 55 lashes with a paddle. You are to count and thank me for each one. If you do not thank me or miss a number I will give you penalty smacks. Do you understand?" He said all while rubbing small circles on my bum.

"Yes, sir."

"And your safe word?"

"Rose gold, sir." After finishing that statement a harsh smack came across my butt. "One, thank you, sir." One by one, more lashes kept coming down. By the last one, I was convinced that my backside was very much bruised. Uncuffing me, he led me over to the full body length mirror in the corner of the playroom. Turning me around, he made sure that my backside faced the mirror.

"Are you going to be late again?" Master asks sternly while holding my chin up to look at him.

"No, sir. I won't."

"Good girl. Look, bunny," he said softly. Turning my head ever so slightly, I was able to observe the paddle stripes that now decorated my now bright red skin. "Look at how beautiful they are," he smiled as he kissed my lips. "Do you like them?" He asked with a slight twinkle in his brown eyes.

"Yes, sir. They're beautiful," I blushed. They really were beautiful. I just love it when Master leaves marks on me because it pleases him and I aim to please.

"Just like you, bunny," he complimented as he placed a kiss on my nose. He knows how much I hate compliments but it doesn't matter to him as he expects me to think highly of myself. The last time I talked down upon myself, he punished me for a week by forcing me to walk around naked and for an hour every day I was to sit in a room full of mirrors and stare at myself. Never again will I voice my dislike for compliments. "I hope I wasn't too hard with you," he said as he examined his work of art with a grin. "I know your pain tolerance is very high and I love that, but I still want to make sure you're okay." Picking me up, I wrapped my legs around his waist while he squeezed my butt before giving it a generous smack. Carrying me to where the suspension chains were, he cuffed my hands to each chain and began pulling the chains until I was dangling two inches off the ground by my arms. Tying a blindfold around my eyes, Master walked away. The feeling of something pushing into my butthole made a squeal escape my lips. As I began pulling on the cuffs, they tightened around my wrists.

"Rose gold," I yelled and the pushing stopped. Soon the blindfold was taken off of me and my eyes opened to a slightly annoyed Master.

"What's wrong?" He asked as he gently grabbed my face.

"What w-were you doing, sir?" I asked looking to the floor. Lifting my head up with his thumb he showed me a butt plug. Shaking my head no, he sighed as he let go of my face.

"You've never even tried it."

"Master, I know I won't like it."

"How of you've never tried it?" Remaining silent, I directed my gaze back to the floor.  "You're trying it, mi amor," he said catching my attention. Looking up, he grew closer to me before holding my butt up with one arm. For squirming in his arms, I received two harsh warning smacks. His hand is even worse than the paddle. Even more so since my punishment from earlier."Relax," he coached as he slowly pushed the cold object into my small hole. Whimpering, I began squirming again. Smack. "I said relax! Unclench...there you go baby...just like that...it's almost in," he coached. Water started to build up in my eyes as he pushed. I didn't quite hate this feeling, but I didn't love it either. Smacking my butt again, I bit my lip hard as the hit landed right on the object.