Chapter Twenty-Five
I had assumed that once I was in the garage I would be put on my feet but instead I was carried through the garage and the basement to the elevator. Once in the elevator I was placed on my feet and turned to the side where Glen landed a dozen heavy handed swats before he even selected the floor we were heading to.
I was in tears by the end of the swats but Glen ignored that to select that we were returning to the first floor. Once the elevator stopped I was dragged directly back to the office and shove to sit on the couch. Glen plopped down next to me. I assumed he just wanted to be within arms length of me so I couldn't pull another runner and since I had no intentions of breaking the tense silence I didn't say a word and instead attempted to scrub my tears away with the sleeve of my hooded shirt.
We weren't alone for very long as Ray and Gordon stormed into the room not five minutes after we were seated.
"What the Hell was that Aaron? Were you trying to get yourself killed?" Gordon yelled at me furiously.
I shook my head keeping my eyes on the light grey carpet.
"Where were you gonna go? You can't just steal someone's car and drive off." Ray asked with a huff.
I looked up at that question and opened my mouth to answer but finding no answer to his question I snapped it back shut and slumped down into the couch. Ken stormed in the room at that moment and slammed the door.
"Aaron you have five seconds to start explaining yourself. If not you and Ray are going to have a chat about you being disobedient and messing around on the third floor, when he told you not to do it again, then me and you are going to discuss car theft." Ken ground out the last sentence and I began to panic again.
"But Glen already punished me for that!" I whimpered nervously.
"No I spanked you for running off, everything else still needs addressed." Glen said irritably.
"No!" I groaned unhappily
Ray was at my side in a second dragging me from my seat and across the office to the desk. Ken made it to the desk before us and stood on the opposite side clearing off the paperwork and laptop from the desktop. Once me and Ray were standing in front of the desk he turned me to face him and his hands went to unfasten my jeans. I immediately started slapping his hands away and tried to back away but he grabbed a hold of my belt loop and dragged me back to stand right in front of him and continued unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans. Once he had slapped my hands away again he and had gotten my jeans loose he jerked them down with a yank then spun me around facing the desk. Before I knew what was happening I was bent over it, chest to the work top, and my jeans and shorts were pulled down to my knees. I was being held down by a strong hand on my back so I couldn't stand back up and after a few seconds of trying to get free I went still just hoping to get this over with.
"Stay put Aaron." Ray ordered and then I heard a sound that sent me back to attempting to flee.
I heard the clink of a belt buckle and with the position I was in it didn't take me anytime to come to the conclusion of what he was going to do next. I immediately stood straight up and tried to get away but Ray grabbed me and had me back over the desk before I could blink and I was struggling with all I had to get away. When I felt him wrap an arm around my waist and pull me tight against his hip I tried to talk my way out of this nightmare.
"Ray, please don't! I know I shouldn't have been on the third floor and I really wasn't going to do anything, but I got curious about everything 'cause I am never allowed to look around up there, and then there was the camera room and I panicked and that's why I deleted the videos and shut down the security system and then I was scarred you guys would get mad it had shut down so I went to shut off the power to hide it, but I swear I wasn't trying to be bad I just got nervous!" I rambled distraughtly.
I didn't even have time to take a breath from my explanation because I hear a whoosh and then a thwack. A split second later a line of fire erupted across my ass.
"AHHHH!" I screeched and began to struggle harder.
"So basically you disobeyed me by going on the third floor. (THWACK) Then tried to cover it up so you wouldn't get caught. (THWACK) Then tried to cover up your cover up. (THWACK) This just tells me, that you would have lied if we would have found out some other way. (THWACK) That about right Aaron?" Ray asked calmly as he continued to attack my ass.
I was surprised he could sound so calm about all this I mean I was working up a sweat trying to get away and he just held onto me like I was a weightless little kid and kept bringing the belt down. I was also amazed I was able to hear what he was saying because I had taken to impersonating a banshee and not a good one at that.
"OWWWW, RAY! Ahhh shit…please I'm sorry!" I yelled as he stopped talking and just continued to land stripe after stripe.
It seemed like the more I yelled the faster he swung and eventually I began to sob and cough along with my wails. He continued to ignore my please and soon I gave up and all my focus was aimed around my scalding ass. I felt like he was taking a blow torch to me and no matter how much I tried to get away he held me tight and kept swinging.
Then all of a sudden he stopped. I of course continued to cry but he stopped which meant the belting had to be over. When I felt him loosen his grip and then start rubbing my lower back my frantic crying began to slow down and I was able to take deep gulping breaths.
"Are you going to be found on the third floor again?" Ray asked quietly after I had stopped bawling and was hiccupping.
"Noo." I whined and sniffed pitifully.
"Good, then I guess it's Ken's turn." Ray replied as if that was the greatest thing in the world.
"WHAT?" I cried in disbelief.
"You don't remember I told you me and you would talk about car theft?" Ken asked from right beside me as he took Ray's place of wrapping his arm around my waist to hold me still.
At the feeling of being restrained for a second time with my ass currently on fire from the punishment just finished, I felt a new sense of dread. The feeling multiplied as something flat and cold was pressed to my blistered skin.
"Oh no. Nonononono! Don't I get a break first?" I asked shrilly as I began to try and pull away.
I heard a chuckle from Glen and a snort from who knows which one.
"You got a break when we let you stop crying; now you're going to get ten with this," Ken patted the object against my sore skin a few times causing me to cringe away and hiss. "and, when you settle back down, you can have a nap."
Damn them and their, this-is-completely-normal attitude when they are killing my ass! I thought to myself irritably as the object was pulled away.
The next thing I heard was a whoosh as whatever he was using swung through the air, then a loud pop. The pain was immediate and literally knocked the air out of me. The object he was using covered my whole ass and was heavy so instead of just leaving a stinging burn like the belt did it also caused a deep ache to settle across the entire area it had just assaulted. I had just enough time to suck in a breath before a second whoosh and pop sounded and that's when I literally tried to jump out of my skin.
"What the fuck is that?" I wailed as I began to try and claw my way over the desk in terror.
Ken held me tight against him and shushed me, "Shh Easy Aaron. I am using a paddle so I need you to settle back down or I'm going to add more swats."
"No!" I cried as I tried to stand upright.
Three fast strikes landed low hitting my upper thighs with devastating accuracy. I dropped back to lying on my chest and reached my right hand back to clutch my burning thighs.
"Put your hand back on the desk. We are halfway done. Take a few deep breaths and then we can get this done with." Ken says firmly.
His calm tone does nothing to help me. The thought that I have to go through what I just went through, a second time, sends the tears I have been keeping at bay rolling down my face. I let go of my thigh and reach my hand out in front of me to grab the edge of the desk in a tight grip. Using my other arm to burrow my head in, I began to cry full out.
I guess he take my compliance as a sign that I am ready because he starts laying into me again. I cry out at each swat and when he swings down the final three in quick succession, right over the area I usually sit on, I am left an inconsolable, blubbering mess.
I am left to cry for a few minutes before I feel my underwear and jeans lifted up and gently over my ass. I then feel someone rubbing my back and talking to me quietly but I am too lost in pain and sorrow to know or even care what I'm being told. It must not be too important because I am not being forced to answer, nor am I being scolded for ignoring them.
It takes me a while to start getting myself back together but the back rub continues the whole time and when my cries die down to hiccups, hitched breaths, and occasional moans at how sore I am; I am lifted off the desk and pulled into a hug.
"It's all over now Aaron. You're all forgiven." Ken murmurs into my ear as he keeps rubbing my back.
I nod into his chest that I understand and the next thing I know I am being pushed away and then wrapped into another hug.
"Good job Ry; you did good." Ray says as he hugs me with one arm and uses the other one to rub my head.
I shake my head into his chest because I know I really didn't do good; I mean the desk is probably soaked in tears and snot 'cause I was a baby about it.
"Yeah you did, none of us expected you to take that without crying. It is normal, and if you didn't cry you probably would have gotten it worse because you crying shows us the message was received." Ray said as he gave my neck a gentle squeeze.
I released a shuddering breath and was then passed into another hug. This time it was Gordon who had me and he wasn't playing nice either.
"Be happy Glen is the one who carried you off 'cause I would have worn you out on the spot." He rumbled into my ear cause me to tense and whimper.
"You scared me runt; I don't do scared very well. I hope you never have to find out first hand because neither of us will be very happy if that happens. You understand me?" Gordon says softer and I relax again.
"Yes, Sir." I mumble in answer not taking my face away from his chest.
"Good." He answers and gives me a kiss on the temple before he pushes me away.
I am not prepared to be lifted up into the air but that's exactly what happens. Glen didn't bother hugging me; he just scooped me up into a fireman's carry and walks out of the office.
"Glen?" I squeak in surprise.
"Naptime." Is his only reply, as he continues down the hall to the third door from the office.
I am able to see when he opens the door that he has brought me to a sitting room I haven't been in before. There are two overstuffed couches and two overstuffed chairs surrounding a fireplace. In the middle of all the furniture is an ottoman.
Glen walks over to the ottoman and eases down to sit on it while at the same time pulling me off his shoulder to sit on his lap. I try to stand up but he wraps his arms around me and I'm so tired from all the crying and fighting I've done that the warmth his body puts off convinces me to lean into him and relax.
"You know if you would just talk to us about what happened to you that you've been hiding from us, none of this would have happened." He says quietly into my ear.
I don't know how to respond. I would rather never tell anyone what happened to me but at the same time I know he is right.
"I don't want nobody to know." I answer after a few minutes of silence.
"We all know something happened to you. We have had a lot of young guys pass through here. Most of them were abused by their families and that is why they ended up in the situation where they needed our help. We know what the signs are for sexual assault and sexual abuse. We also know the signs of physical abuse and emotional abuse. You are showing the signs of all of that. So though you aren't talking to us about it we know it happened. You holding it all in and not talking about it is only hurting you more than necessary." He says firmly.
I am in tears by the time he finishes talking. I hate the fact I am so easily read. I hate that they know I was hurt even though I have been trying so hard to hide it. I feel like a failure. Like everything I have done to keep this a secret has been pointless. My ass being on fire at the moment only solidifies that I am a fuck up just like my older brother used to tell me.
I cried into his chest for a little bit and after I calmed down again I felt a little better. The exhaustion I have been feeling for the last two months was really taking its toll on my emotional state. I had cried more since I got here than I have in my entire life.
Once I had settled down and was slumped into him letting my tiredness take over Glen leaned down and began to unlace my Converse. When he pulled them off and set them off to the side he wrapped his right arm around my waist and lifted me up. Using his left hand he grabbed the waistband of my jeans and stared pulling them down, I would have protested but my brain was too foggy from the sleep that was taking over my body and instead, I enjoyed the fact that I was feeling cool air on my burning skin. Once he pulled my jeans off, he stood and leaned forward laying me stomach down on the couch. As soon as my head hit the soft pillow and my body melted into plush cushions I was out.