Oliver Johnson
The car came to a halt, and I looked outside, only to come across a mansion. If this is what I will be cleaning, then I am sure my death is on its way very soon. I got out of the car and slowly followed my father.
We were soon greeted by a tall man who wore a very serious expression on his face and led us further into a room where a man sat with an even more serious face and a hint of irritation.
"Sir, Mr Johnson is here." The man from before informed him, all while bowing his head slightly.
"Don't you think you are a little too early, Mr Johnson?" The man asked in an authoritative voice, sending a shiver down my spine.
"I apologise for the delay, Ezekiel." Dad gave me a stern look before telling the man, whose name I now know as Ezekiel.
"Sit!" He pointed towards the chairs in front of his desk, and so we sat. "Now that you have already wasted plenty of my time, I will get straight to the point." He opened his drawer and pulled out a bunch of papers. "This is the agreement, and you will be signing it here," he said, showing it to me. "You can go through it."
"I don't think that's necessary." Dad refused, making me squint my eyes at him.
"Your son is the one signing the paper, so he needs to read it. "The mob said, while I tsked, rolling my eyes at him.
"You do know it's me who is signing the contract." I showed him my annoyance while still complimenting him before taking the papers from him and flipping the page.
"How old are you, Oliver?" he asked out of the blue.
"Seventeen," I said, without looking at him.
"STOP!" His words caught my attention. "Can you step out for a minute, Oliver?"
"Huh?" I looked at him in disbelief.
"Karl." His one word was enough for the man I initially met when I arrived here to come forward and lead me out. I did as I was told and sat outside on a small bench that was placed so elegantly to blend with the rest of the house. My train of thought was broken when I heard something shatter from inside the room, followed by a loud whimper. Just by the tone of it, I knew it was Dad. I rushed inside only to find my dad being beaten up by the guy whom the mob called Karl.
"What the fuck are you doing?" I voiced my concern, walking up to them, but he didn't stop. "Hey, I asked you to stop! Stop right now! Hey!!" I continued to try ripping his hand away, but everything went down the drain. I looked at the mob, who was peacefully leaning against his desk and watching everything unfold. My anger rose to look at his content face, and without giving a second thought, I strode up to him and punched his face. It took him by surprise, and he stumbled. Taking this as a chance, I caught him by his collar. "This is all because of you; tell your minion to stop hitting my father, you bastard. Tell him to stop. Aghhh!!!" I let go of him and turned around in search of the papers. Once I found them, I signed them and threw them at his face. "Here, I have signed it. Tell him to stop!" He just looked at me in amusement, but that only annoyed me more. I started to give him my own set of blows. My hits didn't affect him much, but they did piss him off. This continued for a while until I was prayed away from him by two of the guards that were standing outside. They both locked each of my arms with their own, making it really tough to escape. "Arghhh!! Let go of me! You bastard. How dare you? You fuckin piece of shit. Let go of me! I am going to kill you. Stop hitting my dad! ARGHH!! STO..." My words got caught in my throat when I felt someone push me towards the desk by my hair. "What the fuck?" I yelped when he bent me over the table. "Dude, let me the fuck go! Let go, you shit!"
"Shut up!" His deep voice came out rough. "You have done enough to embarrass yourself."
"LET GO OF ME! FUCK SHIT, STOP!" I squirmed under his hold.
"OUT!" Ezekiel ordered everyone to leave, including my dad, who was dragged out by the guards who were holding me just a few moments ago. Now it was only Ezekiel, the guy who was holding me down, and myself in the room.
"LET GO OF ME!" I screamed but was stopped by a hand coming down on my back. My eyes went wide when I realised he was spanking me. "What the fuck are you doing?" I shouted.
"Listen to me carefully; you not only disrespected Ezekiel, but you also dared to curse and throw a tantrum. I'm going to punish you with thirty spanks. Ten for each mistake you have made. I need you to count each one of them for me. Am I clear?" He said, before pulling my trousers down along with the boxers and holding both my hands behind my back with one of his.
"No! What the fuck?" I struggled but received two more spankings.
"COUNT!" He clenched his teeth and slapped my back again.
"Let me go! You, sicko! What do you think you are doing?" I could not complete my words as another one came down, now harsher than the previous. My buttocks stung. "Please…"
"Count!" He hit.
"Please…" Another one came down.
"COUNT!!" His voice got deep, if that was possible, and filled with dominance. My body gave in as soon as another slap came.
"Wah... *Spank* Two." He pulled me up by my hair harshly.
"You missed one." He stated, before pushing me back down and spanking me much harder now.
"One!"
Spank
"Two!"
Spank…
"Ten!" I was a crying mess as each of his spanks got worse than the one before, and my butt started to sting.
"Twen... ty." My legs started to shiver and give in to the pain.
"Twen... n... ty... two... plea... se..."
"Twnty eith." My words turned to gibberish.
"Thir… ty!" I screamed the last number, and the boy pulled my boxers and trousers back up before pulling me up by my hair and pushing me to the ground.
"Why did you receive your punishment?" He asked.
"For... cursing.. disrespecting.. tantrums..." I sobbed, not wanting another round of it.
"Apologise!"
"I'm sorry!" I cried. I felt him bend down and help me stand back on my feet, which were still shaking.
"Stop crying." I wiped my tears away in an instant, covering my mouth to stop my sobs. "Take this; it will help you with the sting. Go home, take a warm bath, apply this, and go to bed. Don't forget to eat something." He said, giving me a tube that looked like some kind of ointment or cream. I slowly took it from his hand. "Go," he said with a much softer voice and stepped away, making me fall back to the ground, and that's when I realised I was only standing because he was holding me and my legs didn't have any energy for it anymore. Fresh tears ran down my face, but I quickly wiped them away, remembering his words. I slowly managed to stand up and walk out, all while he stood and watched my every move.
"Dad! Dad…" I called as soon as I reached out and found him sitting on the bench. He looked at me, but now one of his eyes had a black circle around it. I took his hand over my shoulder and took him out of the mansion and into our car.
The journey was very quiet. I looked up at the sky, and everything that happened in that room came back before my eyes. As soon as we reached home, I got out of the car and walked straight to my room. I collapsed to the ground as soon as I shut the door. My legs were still shaking, and tears finally made their way down my face. I laid down on the floor and started crying my heart out. I didn't know whom to blame more: Dad, the guy from before, Ezekiel, or God.