Chapter 5 Strike One, Strike Two

I dressed and headed outside. The bitch was waiting beside her Red Lexus. I moved to the passenger side and she popped the locks. We both got in and she asked, “I’m surprised you didn’t want to drive.”

“If I wanted to drive, we would’ve taken my car.”

“You have a car?”

“Sure, I bought mine myself.”

I gave her directions to the shop and then texted Emily to confirm we would be good to go. When she sent back a confirmation, I set about setting up the Dashcam.

My phone bonged and I smiled since the deposit had been made. School was covered. I had a future and it wasn’t dependent on any of this bullshit. I could disappear tomorrow and they couldn’t do a thing to stop me.

After the bitch had made several attempts at small talk I’d ignored she apparently got frustrated, “Why are we even doing this if you’re not even going to talk to me.”

“We’ve not chatted in 5 years. This deal is so I can punish you for killing Heather, not so I can discuss what you watched on Netflix or which of your friends is the biggest slut.”

“It was Hulu.”

“Still don’t care. Just focus on getting us to Emily.”

“What do you want me to tell her?”

“The truth. Except for don’t tell her you’re my sister unless she asks specifically if you are. You did something unforgivable and I’m amusing myself with your potential atonement via pain.”

“Okay. Is that how you see this?”

“I’m not sure how else there is to see it?”

“That I want to prove I’m sincere by any means necessary?”

“I told you to put the camera up while I was getting ready.”

“I thought you meant the one in my room.”

I pulled up my phone and accessed my pc and sure enough the camera was up. “My apologies. I’ll be clear next time. Good girl.”

“I’m not a dog.”

“We’re going to get you a collar ... maybe a leash too.”

“Are you really into this shit?”

“No, not normally. I’m normally gentle and loving, but you bring out the worst in me.”

“We’re almost there.”

She made the final turn out of town and another 10 minutes had us on the road to the shop. It was just outside of town because the same assholes that shopped there would be so offended if she’d opened it on main street or next to the tattoo parlor.

It was small single level cinderblock building, built cheap. Emily’s car was parked in front and the Bitch pulled up next to her. I got out and Emily did the same.

Emily was short with dark hair and hazel eyes. She extended her arms for the hug which I gladly met. There weren’t a whole lot of people I felt close enough to hug; Sarah, Mandy, Geoff, Heather’s brother, Duke, Emily, and Mandy’s mother comprised the list.

Emily teased, “You got enough money for this shopping or am I taking a loss?”

“I’ve got money. College is taken out, so I’ll give you a nice chunk of my savings.”

The bitch stepped around her car and extended her hand, “Hi, I’m ... Who am I?”

“This is your patient. You can call her princess.”

Emily smirked, “All right and you want the tramp stamp we talked about and the hand decorations in Henna?”

“Yes ma’am. If you’re okay with it I’ll do the shopping while you work on her so I don’t take up too much of your time.

Emily turned to the bitch, “And you’re okay with this? Having “Property of Silver” written on your back?”

The bitch nodded, “Yeah, It’s what I agreed too ... just nothing permanent.”

Emily opened the shop and flipped the lights on. I grabbed a shopping basket and Emily took the bitch by the arm, “C’mon, Amy ... I’ve got a chair in the offices.”

The bitch squeaked, “You know?”

“Is that going to be a problem, Emily?”

Emily answered, “It’s not something I like ... but the rumors about your family were around a long time before you came begging Duke for help and I found out how they treated you ... so maybe keep your distance for a bit until I call you.”

“Okay, thanks for not kicking me out altogether.”

She pulled the bitch to the back and I assume she was going to interrogate. I decided that was a problem for another day and focused on the shopping. With my savings freed up now that I didn’t have to worry about tuition or fees I wasn’t worried about dropping some cash.

I moved down the aisles. Some stuff was an obvious include; I always needed more lube and more condoms in case the morning with Helen repeated itself even if Daisy’s breakdown made that less likely. I went to the books first after the essentials and grabbed a guide to BDSM and one to aftercare. What I was doing with the Bitch wasn’t in my normal repertoire and basic first aid only went so far. I then moved down the wall with the toys. On a whim I got to more sets of plugs and some leather restraints. I picked up a pair of handcuffs.

When I got to the striking instruments I was spoiled for choice. I’d never had any spanking related fantasies, but the deal was that I got to hurt the bitch, so these were a ‘must.’ I picked up and swing several of the options feeling them in my hands. Eventually, I settled on two ‘floggers’ and a paddle. I skipped the ball gags. That seemed more dangerous that I was interested in at that moment.

Eventually, I came to the jewelry counter. It was mostly rings, earrings, bracelets, and necklaces. This was also where the collars were. They ranged from dog collars to silver rings that locked to leather and silken straps that wouldn’t attract too much attention unless you knew what you were looking at. I picked up a silver heart pendant for Mandy and then focused on the collars. I decided the silken straps would work the best and I was distracted by one with a daisy for a clasp. I picked it up mostly on a whim.

Eventually, I found one I though would suit the bitch. It was a deep red leather with a simple ring clasp. I fished out an “A” and an “H” charm for it. Emily wasn’t done with the bitch yet, so I wandered around some more. The center aisles were mostly porn which I’d never really had a taste for. So, I ended up wandering by the toys again and finding a vibe that could be controlled form my phone. I threw two in the basket.

The whole shopping trip including the tattoos ran me nearly two grand and may have permanently damaged my relationship with Emily.

After they finished, I paid and we said our goodbyes. I put the collar on the bitch. She asked, “So, now we go home so you can spank me?”

“No. You drop me off at the school and head home.”

“But aren’t you excited to use the stuff you bought?”

“Don’t flatter yourself. I may want to hurt you, but I want to swim more.”

She drove erratically. She was pissed. That amused me. When she dropped me at the school I directed her to put my purchases in my room. When she’d driven out of my sight I went to my car and got the school keys.

I opened the school and swam for a few hours, before locking up and putting the keys back in my car and walking home.

When I arrived, I walked in and found the family crowded around the dining room table eating Chinese takeout. I turned around and walked back to the living room and marked a strike on the score board.

Helen squealed, “That’s not fair.”

“You decided to go out and get takeout and have a sit-down dinner without offering me any, asking if I wanted anything, or telling me about it. You didn’t even consider inviting me. It counts. Any time I’m ostracized. Any time favoritism is shown. This is both.”