Becca plopped down on the couch in the living room with her arms crossed, a scowl on her face, and a glare which was directed toward Damian. As embarrassing and startling it had been to have Damian smacked her across her bottom, Becca decided she wasn't going to back down that easily. It would take a lot more than three little smacks to subdue her. Becca was prepared for a fight, or argument, or whatever it is, but it seemed that Damian had regained his composure. Both Damian and Emily sat calmly on the other couch across from her.
He studied the young girl for a moment before finally speaking up. "Rebecca, Emily and I want to talk to you about something. We agreed that you need boundaries. So, I'm going to explain the rules to you."
"There is no need. You're wasting your time, honestly. I'm not planning to follow any of your stupid rules," Becca countered.
"If you don't, then there are going to be consequences," he simply told her.
Becca scoffed, "Like I even care."
Damian narrowed his eyes. "Oh, trust me. You will."
Becca gave him a look that said 'bring it on'.
"The first rule is no disrespect. We won't tolerate any kinds of disrespect in this house," Damian started and Becca rolled her eyes.
"That means NO eye rolling, NO back talking, NO rude and sassy comments, NO mocking, NO interrupting, NO walking away in the middle of conversation, NO anything that is disrespectful," Damian told her, emphasizing every 'no' words, "And this rule is not only applied in this house, but it's also applied in school which you will start attending in a week."
"Why is this even a thing? I've always been respectful," Becca couldn't help but smirk at her own sarcasm.
"Do I need to answer that?" Damian pinned her with a look.
"The second rule is no swearing, no cursing, no using any foul language," he continued.
"That's not fair. I curse like all the time!" Becca protested.
"And that, young lady, is something that we need to work on," Damian said.
"The third rule is no lying. Honesty is the most important thing in this house. We believe honesty is the key to build a solid, good and happy family. So, we expect you to always tell the truth and we are going to do the same," Damian told her and Becca couldn't help but rolled her eyes.
"The next rule is no smoking, drinking alcohol, or any kind of drugs," he went on elaborating the rules, "Next thing is curfew. Your curfew on school night is 9 and on weekend is 10."
"You need to ask if you want to go anywhere and we want to know where you are all the time. Under no circumstances are you allowed to use violence and the last but not the least, in a week you will be attending your new high school so we expect you to keep your grades up. We don't expect you to be the best and get the highest score. Just make sure you apply yourself to your studies and do your best," Damian said.
By the time Damian finished, Becca already threw her head back on the couch and seething inwardly.
"Oh and one more thing; dress modestly," he added.
"What is that even mean?" Becca looked at Damian with furrowed eyebrows.
"That means you need to wear appropriate clothes. Don't show any body parts that shouldn't be seen," he explained.
"This is a total bullshit," Becca mumbled under her breath.
"Excuse me?" Damian said in his low scary voice.
"You are excused," Becca said. A smirk appeared on her lips. That comeback never gets old.
Damian narrowed his eyes. "If you break any of the rules, which you are doing right now, there's gonna be consequences, such as grounding, losing privileges, losing allowance, mouth washing, time-out, and spanking."
"Spanking? Time-out? Are you kidding? What do you think I am? Five?!" Becca fumed, throwing her hands in the air.
"You sure act like one," Damian said calmly.
"Well, fuck you," Becca said and crossed her arms.
"Don't push me, Rebecca. You're about one second away to get a spanking," Damian told her sternly.
"Really? What is this? The 19th century?" Becca shook her head incredulously.
"Alright, that's it! I have enough of your attitude in one day. Come here," he said and got up. He walked toward Becca and grabbed her upper arm. He jerked her up to her feet, lifted her up, and bend her over his knee. Then he put his hand around her waist. Becca, of course, struggled in his grip.
"What are you doing?!!" she fumed, kicking her legs furiously.
"I'm trying to teach you a lesson, Rebecca," he said and landed the first smack on her backside which was covered by jeans.
"Ow!!! Damn it! It hurts!" Becca hollered and reached back, to no avail.
"Watch your language, Rebecca," Damian said warningly with another solid swat on her backside. He kept landed hard and solid smacks to her bum, alternating between cheeks, sit spots, and upper thighs.
"Stop it, you jerk!" Becca dropped the bomb.
The rain of smacks stopped abruptly. Becca used the pause to gasp for air. Even only with his human strength, Damian surely struck hard and took Becca's breath away.
"What did you call me?" Damian asked incredulously, but no answer came from the girl laid over his knees.
"What did you just call me, Rebecca?" Damian repeated himself and landed hefty smack to her bum.
Becca grunted. "Are you deaf? I called you jerk!" she answered, raising her voice.
"Is that the kind of language you're allowed to use?"
"I use whatever kind of language I want to use!" Becca snapped.
"Is that so? Okay. Then I hope you enjoy the close look of the carpet because you're going to be in this position for a while," Damian said and continued to spank her. After another ten smacks, Becca couldn't hold her tears from escaping her eyes any longer.
"Alright, fine fine. I'm sorry. Please stop," she pleaded. She whimpered and squirmed by each stroke landed on her poor bottom.
Damian continued with ten more hefty smacks despite her wails and Becca dangled helplessly over his lap. Damian ended up giving her thirty-five smacks. By the time he was done, he gently put Becca on her feet again. He stood her in front of him.
"Don't behave like that ever again. Like I said, I don't tolerate any disrespect. Do you understand me, young lady?" Damian asked firmly.
Becca wiped the tears away with the back of her hand, but not a word escaping her mouth.
"Next time, it won't be this light," Damian told her, "and please watch your language. I don't want to wash your mouth out with soap."
Damian spread his arms and about to pull Becca into a hug, but she took a step back. She turned her body around and did something none of them expected. She ran out through the front door.
"Rebecca!" Damian and Emily called her almost at the same time.
Damian took a deep breath and ran his fingers through his hair. Emily went out to the front porch, but Becca was already gone.
"Damian," Emily called her husband. In a split second, Damian stood next to his wife.
"Damian, look," Emily said. Her voice wavered. Damian's eyes followed her finger and stared at what she was pointing at.