Chapter 7: Morning Pain and Pleasure

Charlotte

It had not been as hot as I expected it to be last night, and I woke up curled up under the comforter, trying to stay warm. I lay there for a moment, staring at the wall as the rays of the morning sun got brighter through the window. Finally, I heard the door being unlocked and Lila came into the room. I immediately sat up, throwing the covers off myself. I was naked, but at that moment I didn’t give a shit. The rage from hearing my son crying out, calling his sister Mommy last night quickly rekindled inside me.

I got right up in Lila’s face, speaking angrily as I looked up at her. “Where is Carrie?” I demanded. “Where is my daughter? I want to see her. I want to see her right the fuck now!” I punctuated it by pointing down at the floor next to our feet.

Lila only smirked, so my hand came up to slap her face. She easily caught my wrist, then turned me around and pinned my arm behind my back. She pushed me towards and then facedown onto the bed, still pushing my arm up hard enough to hurt. I tried to struggle, but it felt like she was about to rip my arm out of the socket so I stopped.

“Are you done?” she asked. I didn’t say anything for several moments, but I did start to sob, mostly from anger about the situation I was in. Jesus, this woman was so much stronger than me. She made me feel like a child.

“Yes,” I whimpered quietly. Lila let go of my arm, and I turned over to face her, tears streaming down my face. I rubbed my shoulder, making sure there wasn’t any lasting damage from the arm lock she had put me in.

“Where did you learn how to do that?” I asked.

Lila smiled down at me and laughed. “Easy. My dad was in the military, plus I grew up with two sisters about the same age as me. When they would start teasing me, my nephew Jake taught me how to take them down. Most of the men in my family were in the military, so I guess they taught him even before he joined up.”

I didn’t say anything, just looked up at her and continued to rub my shoulder, even though it no longer ached.

“What’s got your chonies all in a wad this morning?” she asked as she sat down on the bed next to me. “You were fine when I left you last night.”

I didn’t want to say anything, but I realized I was acting like a child to a woman who had shown me nothing but kindness so far. In fact, she was so kind she and her sister had given me the best orgasms of my life yesterday.

“I heard them, Lila. Last night through the window, I heard them fucking each other.”

Instead of laughing at me, Lila smiled and put her hand on my thigh, rubbing it gently back and forth. “Oh darling, what did you expect? They’re young and they’re in love. Of course they’re going to fuck each other. If I hadn’t been so tired last night, you would have heard me in there fucking as well.”

“Well, that may be true,” I sobbed, “but he didn’t have to call her Mommy!”

This time Lila did laugh at me, but I didn’t find it very funny. I stood up and ran out through the open door, rushing down the hall and into the master bedroom, looking desperately for Mark or Carrie. There was no one in the room, and I rushed over to the bathroom door, looking inside frantically, but it was unoccupied as well.

I turned to run out again, but ran right into Lila. She grabbed me by the neck with one hand and pushed me back against the wall. Her face looked angry, and I beat against her arm with my fists, but it was like hitting a steel rod. “You agreed,” she said in a low voice. “You agreed to not leave that room unless we were with you. Now there have to be consequences.”

With that, she let go of my neck, but squatted down until she could wrap her arms around my legs, about midway up my thighs. She pulled my body in tight, then stood up easily, throwing me across her shoulders like I was a sack of potatoes.

“Put me down! Put me down right now!” I cried out, pounding my fists against her well-muscled back. She started walking with me like that, stopping long enough at a low chest of drawers to open a drawer and pull something out. Then she carried me out of the room and back down the hall to my bedroom.

Stepping up to the bed, she tossed me onto it then sat down on the edge before grabbing me and pulling me facedown across her lap. I struggled, but she easily held me there, keeping one hand on the small of my back to hold me in place. Once again, I was struck by how much stronger she was than me. I ended up with my stomach on her left thigh, while her other leg crossed the back of mine, helping hold me in place.

“Now. This is your first punishment, but I also want it to be memorable, so you’re going to get ten licks this time. You’re also going to count them, and if you fail to do that or keep fighting me, that lick won’t count.”