AN: Dude, I'm getting aggravated. My indentations -- as wrong as they might be, are being ignored! And I don't even re-read my chapters before I post them (never have, actually. And if I'm caught...!)... Anyway. I like Erik in this chapter. Mmm... shexy phantasy.

He got up and sat me on the table, after pushed the food out of the way. Then he kissed my neck and ran his fingers down to in-between my thighs and thrust myknees apart. His fingers ran smoothly deeper into my thighs as I let out a shaky breath. His other hand grabbed the back of my neck and pushed my head forward, my lips connecting with his. His fingers separated my lips and ran up and down my sex. I moaned deeply and let my head fall back slightly. He pulled me forward and drovetwo fingers deep into my throbbing pussy. I cried out loudly as his fingers pushed deep into me then out again. I felt my body respond to him and my hips raise and fall with his fingers. Seconds before my climax,I felt him pull away with a malicious smile.

"No, Erik, please!" I moaned with desperation.

"Beg more," he advised. I lifted my hips.

"Please, Erik," I kissed his neck on the verge of frustrated tears. "Please, Sir, I need you. Please..."

With a smile, his fingers pushed deep into me and my muscles writhed with climax. My body felt limp and aching as I sighed and wrapped my arms around his neck. He kissed me softly and carried me to his room, laying me on his bed.

"Now," he said softly with his eyes glittering, "you will not touch anything from my bedroomwhile I'm gone. You will lay here, you may walk around but nowhere past the dining room. You can play with anything that doesn't seem important. If you misbehave, there will be severe consequences."

"I understand," was my reply.

"Good," he said and kissed my lips, "good," he repeated and kissed me again. I smiled brightly and stretched as he pinched my nipple and walked away.

It took about a minute to get me into a dangerous form of boredom. I sighed and looked walked back and forth from the dining room to his bedroom, looking for something to do. I kicked the floor and my eyes fell upon the organ. I sat where he would usually sit, the cold leather of the seat causing shivers to run up my spine. I pushed a key.

Ding.

I hummed the note. This is how he warms up my voice. My fingers went up and down a scale and I sang it in 'Loo's. How does he play music on this thing? I pushed two keys and winced. They did not mix well. Then three notes, creating the major triad. I recognized it and soon enough got bored with this too. I walked to his bedroom and threw myself on his dark Swan Bed. I looked around lazily. Door. Dresser. Mini-stage. Desk. Nightstand. Letters from Raoul. Closet. Doo-- Letters from Raoul! I grabbed the papers that were sticking out from inside a drawer in his nightstand and threw them on the bed while sitting up to read them. Some were from Raoul and some where copies of letters written to Raoul.

"Darling Christine,

I have been thinking about bringing you out here, and from your last letter, I'd think not too soon. Don't worry, sweet love, stay at home and care for our child. I will make sure to not get in the way of your relaxation by staying here a bit more like you suggested. Stay happy and care for my child.

With love and light,

Raoul."

The next letter was in my hand, but how?

"Raoul,

Italy sounds wonderful, but we'll see. Thank you for understanding.

Keep it that way,

Christine."

That's it. That's all it said. How could Raoul actually think that that was me! I threw the papers to the floor angrily. He wrote to Raoul without my knowledge. Was it surprising? This was Erik, a cat who could climb into any corner and watch. A snake who would slither to every path. I sighed and looked around. What else was there that I should know about? I looked in his closet, his dresser, his nightstand again. Nothing. I sat back down on his bed and sighed. Minutes later, after having nothing to do again but glare at a wall, the door opened and I jumped, startled.

I didn't look at him, while his eyes went from the floor to me.

"What did you do?" he asked calmly.

"I found them." I replied coldly, "You were writing to Raoul behind my back."

"Of course." I stared at him. His face was calm -- it scared me. "Pick them up," he said as I shook my head stubbornly.

"No," was my reply. He stepped slowly closer to me, amusement in his eyes, but all traces of emotions were gone in a matter of seconds. His fingers pinched my nipples and twisted them. I gasped and he pulled away.

"Now." His eyes were emotionless and I scurried to the floor to pick up the letters. He smiled and sat on his bed. When all the letters were picked up, he took them and lay them on the nightstand. He then patted his lap and I climbed into itquickly. Still no emotion. It made me nervous. His eyes lowered from mine and his index finger and thumbpinched and played withmy nipple.

"You had no right to go throughmy things," he whispered softly yet coldly.I nodded, begging for mercy.

"I'm sorry Erik, really." But wait, why was I apologizing? He wrote toRaoul without my permission! He sensed my rebellion and smiled. He placed his finger on my lips toquiet me then he spoke.

"You will be punished for questioning me, and you willappreciated it. You will thank me for it. Do you understand me?" I noddeddespite myself, knowing absolutelynothing of what was to come. Punished how? Labor? My feeblebody would not be ableto do anything of the sort!Hesmiled softly, seeing my panic, and flipped me over hislap so that mystomach was on hisknees and my lower back, buttocks, and thighs were up in theair.

"What the --" I blurted and squirmed. His hands randdown my back and over my buttocks. I wiggled uncomfortably as hisgloved fingers pried apart my cheeks and spread my legs. He removed hisgloved and softly pinched areas of my arse.

"Have you ever been spanked before, Christine? Flogged?" I squirmed more and he held me down.

"No, Sir," I whispered nervously. He nodded and smiled as hedippedtwo fingers between my swollen lips.My body relaxed and he pulled away then slapped my right cheek. I winced in surprise though not pain. Then the left, this was harder. I made me gasp and groan. I wiggled in his lap. He smiledand paused, rubbing my cheeks. Then another. Four. Five. Six.

"Ow!" A series of pounding blows were delivered to my very warm, red, and swollen ass. I cried out, "Stop, please Erik!"

"Quiet," he whispered in the calmest voice, "don't make me gag you." Then his large and heavy hands ran down my buttocks and rubbed them. "I want to make sure you won't rebel against me again, my love," he said, "just like you had before..." His eyes grew dark and I could feel him get angrier. He spanked me harder than ever, without a pattern so I'd be caught off-guard and the pain would crash into me without me expecting it.

My skin felt like it was on fire, but I knew he was going easy on me. But the humility of this... and the pain! I wiggled as tears ran down my cheeks.

"Please, I won't do it again! I'm sorry, Erik, please stop," was my plea for mercy. I felt my legs moving in kicks of protest, and then his hand grabbed a glove of his and shoved it into my mouth. I could taste the leather and cried harder as his hands smacked my thighs. He was trying to get me to stop kicking.

"Stay still, or it will get worse." His voice was calm and I felt a string of amusement in it. He was enjoying this. He pulled me closer to him to hold me down, and at my side I felt that he was enjoying this. His hand moved quick, fell hard, and slapped sadistically. It stung, but I was crying from my helplessness more than my pain -- and I knew that my sex was hot and pulsing. He could feel it too.

I didn't notice that he was finished until minutes after I felt him rubbing me. I was still sobbing and crying out. He then removed the leather gag and continued to rub my red cheeks. He pulled me up to him, holding me against his chest, and when I looked up I saw a smile on his face. I kissed it gratefully and hugged him tight still sobbing. His hands ran down my hair and he nodded in approval. They ran lower and rubbed my buttocks as he pulled my up onto my knees. Then lower, into my hot sex. I moaned and rested my head against the neck of the man I love, and the neck of the man who owns and haunts my mind, body and soul. He pulled me down onto the bed on my stomach, so that my arse was up in the air. His fingers pried apart my cheeks and he touched my pink and tight anus. I wiggled uncomfortably.

"I'm going to take you here," he murmured calmly, "and it will hurt." I squirmed. More pain?

"Yes, Sir," I said in a weak voice.

"And it won't satisfy you," he added. I turned my head to him. I wouldn't come? He's going to deprive me of that? I didn't do anything that horrible, I wanted to say. "It's part of you punishment." He was trying to hide a smile. He grabbed a pillow and put it under my stomach so that my back was high in the air. He smiled at me and my vulnerability then pushed my legs open while pulling off his belt and throwing it to the floor. His fingers ran down into my wet pussy and traced up to my anus, bringing with his fingers my wetness. He pinched my clitoris with his fingers then pushed two fingers into my pussy, making me wetter than ever. I let out a moan as he pulled out and pushed a finger into my anus. It did hurt. He didn't even get half of his finger in and I could feel his fullness in me. I squirmed uncomfortably. Apparently he felt I was ready and I could feel the head of his cock pushing into me. I cried out as his hand held my thighs and he pushed into me slowly but with pressure. With a thrust he was in, and I felt tears roll down my cheeks again. His large cock filled me uncomfortably and with pain, stretching me. Erik moaned loudly as his fingers twisted my nipples and he pulled out halfway then thrust in again.

At least it satisfied him. I didn't need to feel high in orgasm as long as Erik was satisfied, right? That was my logic as Erik pushed in and out of me and although it did get me wetter, it didn't fully satisfy me. He was pushing in and out harder and harder as I winced in pain and went with his hips then finally he let out a low moan and I felt him fill me with his seed while he gave a few more thrusts and became soft. He pulled out and fell next to me onto the bed and pulled me on top of him, resting my head against his chest again. I felt completely sore, inside and outside of my anus. He smiled at me and I kissed the palms of the hands that brought me pain.

"You're a very good girl, Christine," Erik said softly, watching me with tired eyes, "you just can't control yourself." I looked up at him. "It's alright, I'll teach you slowly."

"I'm sorry, Sir," I said feeling smaller than ever. He smiled and pulled my face closer to his and gave a hungry kiss. I kissed him back and kept my legs closed from anything that might touch me and trigger me. It made me wiggle, this hunger. I was starving and in desperation. He noticed and with a smile lay me next to him on my back.

"Now," he said and sat up, "I wouldn't usually do this -- particularly because it was part of your punishment, but I know you will be much more grateful of me when I do... and I know that you learned your lesson in the first half of your easy spanking session. " He spread my legs and lifted my hips with his hands on my sore buttocks. He was smiling, "And my love, you took a great deal of pain tonight, so I think maybe a small reward for a longtime sting wouldn't be too out of bounds..." He murmured but I couldn't listen. He was lowering his head in between my legs and soon I felt the flick of his tongue. I moaned loudly and raised my hips higher for him, holding onto the bed sheets to keep me high. His tongue played with my clitoris, flicking at it and rolling around it, as his hands squeezed my sore ass bringing me pleasure and pain in one.

"Oh, Erik," I moaned softly, as his tongue buried deep into my sex and drank in my wetness, bringing me more. He sucked and licked and squeezed, making me pant and moan more and more then finally I came. My body writhed in it, drinking in his tongue strokes and his hands on my body. My chest rose and fell in pants and I opened my eyes, finding him lowering my hips with a smile.

"My lovely little Christine," he whispered, "you look angelic." I smiled and hugged him.

"Thank you, Erik," I kissed his lips, "Thank you." His fingers pushed my hair out of my face and he nodded with a smile.

"Now," he said softly, his eyes never leaving me, "I made dinner plans."

"Oh?" We would go out again? Did he really want to?

"I know you've been cooped up here for a while and the opera house is having another ball," he said slowly looking into my eyes. I looked down, "So we're going to go to dinner first and then you can go to the ball. I will watch over you of course..." he paused when he saw my hesitant face. "Christine, I want to see you in a social gathering. I miss watching you. And I know you miss talking to others -- besides, everyone will be there," His hands cupped my face as he kissed me, "All your friends, and the ballet girls... I know you miss Meg Giry." I looked up into his eyes.

"She'll be there? I haven't spoken to her..."

"Since you got married, I know," he said with a sad smile. "So you will go. We will go. Perhaps I shall be there too, at the party and not only watching."

"That would be wonderful," I said softly, "I'd like to dance with you." I blushed and looked down with a smile. He grinned and pulled my face up for another kiss and stood up.

"Follow me," he said with a smile, "I got you something."

AN: Yeah, this was an awkward chapter, particularly because it was written in a hurry because I wrote it at home as opposed to at the library because I really don't think I'm allowed to write stuff like this there. And I wrote it in a hurry because I had to wait till everybody was out of the house to write this. Man, I want to be spanked by Erik. -growls- Okay, fantasy time OVER. Eh... I think I'm going to like this next chapter (which I just thought of when I wrote the last three lines... so it's been in my mind for about 4 minutes). Wow, am I lazy. And I have cooking to do today and tomorrow. I like holidays based only around eating.

Happy Thanksgiving, lovers.

Laurie.

P.S. I haven't begged for you to review. Well, I'll do it now. PLEASE? Yeah. Thanks