Sorry for the wait. In a nutsell: Computer crashed, grounded from the family one, and convinced my dad to get me a new one.
If any form of...You know what, I'm not about to give away what the punishment is. If any sort of kinky shit offends you, don't read this chapter.
Review when you're done...
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Simon
Damn, the little seductress was going to be the death of him!
Simon groaned under his breath at the memory of her quick, hot breaths, blowing lightly on his hair...
And then the memory of her hateful words threw themselves back at him, and his face hardened. If she was going to be his, she had to realize that she had no right to speak to him in that way.
He inhaled slowly, and tried to calm himself while struggling to block out that rather painful memory. He'd already dotted her arm with bruises, and as much as he enjoyed having his marks on her, he wouldn't be too rough until she'd accepted him completely.
Clary, his beautiful angel, his temptress, the subject of his desires since he'd laid his eyes on her.
She looked lustfully dazed, her breath coming in a pants, her eyes unfocused. A feeling a smug pride swept over him.
He did that. Only him. By the time he was through with her, she'd forget she even had a boyfriend.
"Clary..."
Simon smiled, loving the way her name rolled of his lips. He couldn't wait to hear what his name sounded like coming from her...
She looked at him. "Are you still going to punish me?"
He couldn't help but grin. Aw, she looked so damn cute when she was frightened. Sort of like a little kitten...
He would scare her more often.
"I'm sorry, Sweetheart," he crooned, untying the knots that bound her wrists together. "But you have to learn not to yell at me like that. I love you, and you don't know how much it hurt when you said that."
Clary swallowed. "I'm sorry. But seriously, why punish me? I'm a grown adult. What are you going to do? Send me to my room? I don't have a freakin' room! Why? You have me locked up IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE."
Yes. She was definitely going to be punished.
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Clary
The whole thing was utterly ridiculous. And even he did plan on punishing her, it wasn't as if she had to do whatever he was thinking about.
Her captor untied her, and carried her bridal style over to the loveseat that sat in front of the television.
"What are you gonna do?" She demanded rudely. "Make me watch a show I don't like?"
He looked at her, and his lips thinned. "Don't push me, Clary," he said in a calm, quiet voice. It was unnerving.
Clary wasn't afraid of his pansy-assed threats. "Why shouldn't I? You claim to love me, though I don't understand why, and yet you put me through this crazy shit that I don't deserve. I already have a boyfriend, for God's sake!"
He stroke her hair back from her face. "Don't make me gag you for your punishment, Sweetheart," he warned.
Clary opened her mouth to tell him just where she thought he could shove that gag-when he turned her over so she was laying on her stomach, sprawled across his lap.
Uh oh...
He rubbed her bottom, and sighed. "I love you so much, Sweetheart. Don't forget that."
"What are you-"
He jerked her pants down to her lower thighs, along with her panties.
"What the hell-"
His hand came down without warning, and she screamed.
She hadn't been spanked since she was just a kid, and even then she'd had her friggin' pants on.
"That is for fighting me when I brought you here." Even through her screams, she heard every word that came out of his mouth.
Another smack came down on her.
"That is for calling me a pervert. Being in love has nothing to do with being perverted."
Another slap.
"That is for saying that you hate me. You will never speak that word to me, again."
Smack.
"This is for yelling at me, for hurting me."
Clary lot count after those, the raw pain of him slapping her blinding her vision with tears.
After he'd finished, he soothingly rubbed her sore bottom, cooeing words that made her melt. Raphael had never punished her before.
But he's never called you Sweetheart, or comforted you when you needed it, an annoying little voice at the back of her head reminded her.
He pulled her pants back up, and pulled her up to his chest, rubbing her back.
Clary closed her eyes and sank into his chest. She would have to tread softly with him, or he would snap again, and would most likely do something much worse than spank her.
He buried his face in the crown of her head, and sniffed her.
"Now you'll never make those mistakes again," he commanded her, pressing a warm kiss to her forehead.
Clary nodded, too scared to say anything. She could pretend. Yeah. She could pretend to love him until she found a way to escape, or a way to contact her brother or Raphael.
He tilted her head up to look down at her. "You're mine."
He pressed his lips roughly to hers, and she immediataly relaxed and let herself enjoy the kiss. Kissing him was a enjoyable and a delightful experience.
Clary smiled against his lips.
She might enjoy pretending more than she'd inteneded...
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Before you ask, this is not a BDSM story. Not with my little sister reading this story...