Abuse/Disipline this chapter

Not wanting to discuss his affairs in front of a human, Crowley stepped outside onto the balcony to answer his short phone call. He had brought them to California intent on bringing the woman to his penthouse. Since Abbadon had taken over, most of his properties were either compromised or seized by her and her goons. This would be his first time in several years visiting the penthouse, and though he had purchased it under a human alias he could never be too cautious.

Worried Brandi would try and escape, he quickly went and scoped the place out before snapping himself back to the hotel room.

"Rise and shine Love." Crowley said yanking the covers off of her. She had been feigning sleep the whole time anyways. "Your first day of school starts." He chuckled to himself.

"What the fuck is your problem?! Just leave me alone! Go away! I'm not going to help you!" Brandi shouted throwing her hands in the air. Crowley clocked an eyebrow.

"Did we already forget the rules kitten? Or would you like me to remind you?" He said stepping towards her.

"N...no! No I remember! I...I apologize your highness." She said stepping away from him shaking, eyes focused on the ground."

"Hmmm...Now...you are disgustingly under dressed to be seen with me. He snapped his fingers once and Brandi appeared in a black strappy bondage outfit with black satin heart shaped pasties on her nipples. She yelped, quickly trying to cover herself. And though it was an extremely good look on her Crowley had a feeling it would cause more trouble than it was worth.

"Relax love, all your girly bits are covered." He said smirking, snapping his fingers again.

This time she was dressed in something he imagined Sam would enjoy wearing. The thought was not a pleasing one. She could definitely pull off flannel though. Another snap of his fingers.

This outfit would be suitable. It was a dusty pink dress. It stopped at her thighs, and hugged her curves deliciously. It has long lacy sleeves that merged into a high neckline that attached to what looked like a collar. It showcased her beautiful breasts and curvy hips. She was also wearing 5 inch burgundy pumps making her almost the same height as her captor.

Crowley also took it upon himself to change his clothing. His signature black suit and black wingtip shoes and a silk tie that matched her dress color.

"Come." He said holding his hand out. "Oh and try to keep any liquids or solids INSIDE your stomach this time. I don't want you dirtying my floor or suit." He made sure to tell her.

She hesitantly took his hand before she felt her stomach lurch once again. This time she only puked a little in her mouth, managing to listen to Crowleys instructions.

When she had composed herself, she looked at her new surroundings. Instead of a gross hotel room she was now in a luxurious home. A penthouse from the look of the view. And what a view! She could see the whole city from the livingroom.

The furniture was immaculate, made of leather. The place was modern, with hints of old thrown in by various things. To her left off from the livingroom was a smaller area that looked like a library. Bookshelves lined the back wall, a table in the room was strewn with parchments and books and supernatural items. On the other side of the wall was a small kitchen area complete with bar.

All she could see upstairs was the balcony looking out over the rest of the place, but she assumed the bathroom and bedroom were upstairs. It wasn't an overly large penthouse. It had the perfect amount of space. The black and white modern theme kept throughout the penthouse subtly interrupted by older items.

Her eyes flicked longingly back to the kitchen area. She hadn't eaten in awhile. She was debating asking her captor before her thoughts were interrupted.

"Now how about we make you comfortable in the library and you can get to work on studying." He said walking towards the library. Brandi was still taking in her surroundings when he cleared his throat at her. Clearly he wanted her to follow.

Crowley pulled up a chair for the woman and cleared off a spot for her to study. She sat stone silent while he collected several books for her to read before plopping them in front of her.

"No." She simply stated when she saw the size of the books. They were massive, and fact memorizing had never been her strong suit.

"I'm sorry did you say something?" Crowley asked a bit perturbed at her statement.

"I'm not reading these huge ass books to memorize information because you want me to be a seeing eye dog." She spat at him. She shoved the rather old books away from herself.

Oh her sass! Mmm I'm going to enjoy punishing her. He thought to himself as he removed his belt.

*Abuse/Discipline starts here*

"Bend over." He commanded her.

Her eyes widened at the belt in his hands and his threatening tone. She stood up and backed away as he walked towards her.

"NO! It was mistake I wont sass you again! I'll listen! I'm sorry! Please!" She begged him.

"ENOUGH! IVE GIVEN YOU TOO MANY CHANCES! NOW! BEND. OVER." He bellowed.

She had hit a dead end. She was backed against a bookcase and The King of Hell was advancing on her. When he reached her he took her by the hair and dragged her across the floor to the livingroom.

"Ow! You fucking brute! Let me go! You're sick! This is sick!" She screamed and kicked, grasping at his wrist as he dragged her to the couch.

When he got to the couch he threw her against it. Slapping her hard in the face to get her to shut up. She looked up at him wide eyed, her lip split and bleeding from the blow. She whimpered in fear.

"Bend. Over." He demanded.

She was glued in place by fear, which made her seem defiant. This pissed Crowley off even more. He yanked her to her feet and threw her over the back end of the couch. Roughly he yanked her dress up to expose her ass. He admired its plump round shape that hid her black thong beautifully before giving the first blow.

She struggled against him now trying to pull her dress back down before she felt a sharp strike on her ass, causing her to cry out.

IS HE FUCKING SPANKING ME?! She raged in her mind. This made her struggle harder.

"YOU MOTHER FUCKER!" She yelled.

Slap.

"GET OFF OF ME!"

Slap.

"ILL FUCKING KILL YOU! YOU BASTARD!"

Slap.

Her spanking went on until she was hoarse from yelling, and continued even after that. She had lost count by 20. Her ass was on fire, and each whip of the belt caused a new bloom of pain. By the time he got done she was a crying blubbering mess. All fight had left her body and she just wanted him to stop.

Ah I knew I would enjoy this immensly. Crowley thought to himself as he watched her lose all fight in her body. Her ass must be on fire! It's making me hard just looking at the state shes in! Ass cherry red and begging me to stop.

*Abuse/Discipline ends here*

When he thought she had received a punishment befitting her behavior he stopped. Methodically he put his belt back on, watching her out of the corner of his eye. She had sank to the floor and laid there crying. She made no attempt to cover herself as she cried.

"I wanna go...h..home! I w..want my mooom!" She wailed to herself, hiccupping and sniffling in between her words. She was desperate for this to be some kind of messed up dream.

Crowley left her there for several hours. He let her cry herself out while he went upstairs and made different phone calls and had a few drinks. He was getting agitated again though. He wanted her blood soon.