She arrived home, only to find him standing at the door with his hands on his hips.
"You want to tell me what happened today?"
"I don't know."
"Your school called. Some dumbass social worker talk to you?"
"Yes, master."
"What about?"
"My grades are slipping." She said lying through her teeth, but if he really knew what had taken place, she would be in more trouble than if she was caught lying.
"Why does a social worker care about your grades? besides with your new boobs, you could get all F's and still pass."
"I don't know, I suppose the consulars were busy."
"Follow me." He ordered. The two of them walked into the kitchen. "Did you not clean this floor yesterday?"
"I did, master."
"Then why doesn't it look like it?" She said pushing her to the floor.
There were muddy footprints everywhere, including the ceiling. "I suppose I forgot, master. I apologize. I'll fix it now."
He pulled her up by her hair, and smacked her across the face. "I've written them down. This isn't the first time you've forgotten a chore."
"I'm sorry."
"Sorry doesn't cut it. I have company coming over tonight, and my kitchen is a mess." He said smacking her again. "Fix it, while I think of a proper punishment." He said shoving her back down to the floor.
She quickly began to finish the floor, hoping if she made it immaculate that he wouldn't beat her quite as bad.
A few minutes later, he walked back into the room holding the studded strap.
"I can beat you to a pulp for not cleaning the kitchen, or we can sex."
She thought for a moment. "What would you like?"
He smacked her across the stomach with the strap. "Pick."
She choked back the tears. "Sex."
He pulled her up by the hair. Wrapped her arms behind her in the strap, and led her to the bedroom.
He shoved her onto the bed, arms still tied behind her, she noticed the three men from the other night, all standing around the bed.
"Master?"
"Yes, you're going to have sex with all of us, while the other three watch."
"Can I change my mind and take the beating?"
"If you let all of us beat you."
She nodded. "Okay."
He put a strip of duct tape over her mouth. Unbound her hands, pushed her onto the floor, onto her stomach, and began to swing at her with the studded strap.
The next day before school. She walked into the social worker's office.
"I was hoping you might stop by." The social worker said, not turning from her computer. "Close the door, and sit on down."
She sat quietly until the social worker turned back around. She sighed as she noticed the bruises to her face. "Do you have a favorite female teacher?"
"No, not really."
"Okay. One moment." The social worker left the office, returning a moment later with her English teacher.
"Hi." She said quietly.
"Hi." The teacher responded.
"I never deal with matters like this alone." The social worker responded. "Not with the way people through lawsuits around these days."
She nodded. Her English teacher sat next to her.
"Who did this to you?"
"Nobody. I just wanted to tell you not to call my house again."
"I see you got punished for it, hm?"
She nodded.
"Do you have a boyfriend?" The English teacher asked.
"Well, me and my friend Whyatt have sex in the bathroom stalls all the time, but we're not dating. But he didn't do this to me."
"Who did?" The teacher asked.
"Nobody."
