by Rachel Burns
I didn’t know what to say, and I could feel how mad he was. He had never been this mad before. He drove home way too fast.
Once we were home, he unlocked the doors and came around to get me.
I went with him meekly.
He brought me up to my room by my ear again. He locked the door behind us, something he had never done before.
I backed away from him until I reached the corner.
“You know the routine. Bare your bottom, or I will.” He stepped towards me so menacingly.
I shook my head.
“Becky, don’t start with me. I’ve never been more mad at you than I am now.” He turned to my bed and picked up the bag that I had packed. He started unpacking my things.
Daddy found the money that I had stolen from him. “Really?” He sat down on my bed. “How did you expect to live on only a hundred dollars?”
“It was more. I had to pay for the taxi,” I admitted from the corner of my room.
“This just proves that you’re too young to live on your own.” He was shaking his head at me. “Did you really think that this would keep you fed?”
“I was planning on getting a job and saving up for a laptop, and then I would have written books again,” I answered him very defensively.
“How? What would you have written down as your social security number? You didn’t think this through at all. If I wouldn’t have found you so quickly – I don’t even want to think about that. Get over here right now!”
I shook my head.
Daddy jumped up and grabbed me by my wrist and pulled me back to the bed. He opened my jeans while I slapped at his hands. He looked up at me in a way I had never seen him look at me before.
I was looking in his eyes, so I didn’t see his hand coming at me.
He slapped me hard, and I lost my balance.
I stopped my fall by reaching for the bed with my right hand. My left was covering up my face.
He yanked my jeans down and my underwear. He spanked much more fiercely than he ever had before.
I had never made him madder.
He scolded me for embarrassing him as I screamed and kicked. My jeans held fast at my ankles, confining them. I was already kicking like a madwoman. I tried to hit him to stop him too. He twisted my arm behind my back.
“Why? Why would you runaway from me? I was always very good to you. I gave you no reason to leave. I even gave up Amy for you. You ungrateful little monster.”
The way he was spanking me reminded me of Amy. I stopped fighting him and just cried. I knew he blamed me for everything.
He wasn’t getting tired; his smacks had gained on intensity.
“I only wanted to have a family of my own too.” I had no idea where that statement had come from, but I did hope that it would make him settle down some.
He stopped. “What? You want a husband and a child? Do you know what that means?” He grabbed me under my shoulders and moved me, so he could get out from under me. He had me, so I was kneeing on my bed. “Do you know what that means?” he repeated. I heard him open his pants.
“No, Daddy, no.” I tried to move away from him again, but he held me tight.
“Becky, a husband would insist on his rights with you. Could you let him, or would he have to take you.”
He reached under my blouse and grabbed onto my breast. He kneaded it in his hands. It had been so long since someone had touched me sexually that my nipples immediately perked to attention, hardening in his hand.
“You want a baby, Becky. I’ll give you one. But you have to tolerate me being this close to you again and again until it works.”
I moaned out in pleasure. My body needed a passionate touch.
I felt his other hand wrap around me, so his fingers could play with my clitoris.
“You’re wet,” he declared, surprised. “So you really do want me. The only problem is that I like my sex rough.”
My hips started to rock against his fingers, needing to be touched.
“Maybe Rick saw something in you. Something that you couldn’t admit that you liked?”
I parted my legs slightly as I said no. “I’m not like that.”
He squeezed my breast harder.
“Oh,” I sighed with pleasure.
His hand moved away from my clitoris. Then I felt the head of his penis running up and down along my slit.
“Oh my,” I called out, wanting him to slide into me. My hands firmly grabbed onto the blankets under me. I had them tightly in my hands.
He continued to rub up and down against me. He squeezed my breast tighter. Then he pinched my nipple.
I felt his penis at my entrance; I pushed back against him, wanting him to fill me.
He slid into me. A loud moan escaped his throat. He grabbed onto my other breasts and thrust into me hard.
I was gasping and panting in pleasure. I wanted to not like this. It was so wrong, but it felt so perfectly right.
He let go of my breasts and lifted his body away from my back. He stopped moving. His penis was still inside of me, but he wasn’t moving at all. He was slowly withdrawing.
I pushed my hips back, so he was completely sheathed inside of me again. That felt so perfectly right.
If he wouldn’t move, then I would. I wanted more, needing it. My body clenched tightly around him, so he couldn’t pull away.
I rocked my body against his, gaining speed. I wanted to come, desperately. I became wild.
His hands took hold of my hips, and he thrust again. He set a steady rhythm.
“Yes,” I praised him.
He smacked at my bottom as he thrust into me. It turned me on, and I grew wetter.
He slammed his body into mine so quickly that I had close my eyes and picture what we must look like. I imagined our bodies molded together as a thing of beauty.
He came, pushing into me so hard that my body moved forward, so I was laying flat on my bed with him on top of me.
I was panting and coming too. I felt fantastic; like I had received what I had been craving for after years and years of wanting it.
But then I realized what I had done – and with whom.
I tried to push him away, but he was too heavy for me. I cried and tried to kick my jeans off of my feet. I couldn’t because he was pinning me down.
I cried into my arm. I wanted to kill myself again. I thought he was the one man who would never hurt me that way. I was so wrong.
I cried harder than ever before. I could hardly breathe, and my chest was burning with pain. What had I done? I couldn’t blame him for this. This was my fault.
Rick had messed me up so much that I needed a little violence to come. I had never come before: never in all of my life.
Maybe Daddy was right. Perhaps Rick had seen something in me that I had been denying before?
“Becky, are you okay? I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have – I’m sorry.” He got up off of her bed and closed up his pants.
Becky scrambled off the bed and crawled into the corner. She was crying into her hands. She was shaking terribly.
Becky needed him, but he was the one who had hurt her.
This reminded him of the time at the club when he got to spend an hour with her before he had bought her.
All the men had gotten to spend time alone with her. They had probably all hurt her exactly like he had now.
He knew she couldn’t handle it, and he did it anyway to hurt her, punishing her for everything that was going wrong in his life. He had been ignoring her. She felt neglected, and she had runaway from home to get attention, most likely. He had gone too far, way too far. She would never trust him again. She would probably try to run away.
“Becky, please forgive me.” His anger was completely dissolved, and now he was shocked at his own behavior. He had treated her like she had been treated at the club. She had only reacted as she had been trained to do.
“No,” she sobbed. “Men are all the same. They are all bad.” She was choking as she spoke. She had
her back to him, and she was hiding her face like she was ashamed of herself.
He was the one who should be ashamed. He was the adult.
Her bottom was all red, and he could already see bruises forming. He hadn’t been careful where he hit like he usually was. He was just as bad as Rick and Amy were.
Guilt ate at him. She was the thing that he loved most in this world.
Becky wasn’t using him for his money. She was probably the only one who never had. Even the amount she took with her was a joke. She hadn’t wanted to take from him. She wasn’t a user.
His baby was in the corner, crying and afraid of him. He had been mad and embarrassed that he had had to ask for help with finding her, thus admitting that he lost her.
Collin had to make an appearance at the club tonight. He had to keep Rick away from here. He had to protect her from him.
Collin would go and tell them that he had everything under control. Then he would leave.
Becky should feel safe in her own home.
“You don’t have to runaway. I’ll go. I’m so sorry, Princess.” He pushed himself up and left his beautiful princess to cry all by herself. There was nothing that he could have done to comfort her or to take away what he had done to her.
He opened the door to the hall. Her nanny was standing there shaking in fear.
“She tried to runaway today. I already punished her. I’ll be leaving soon. I’ll be gone for a while. Give her whatever she wants, anything at all – but her freedom. She has to stay here.” He left a very confused nanny and went to his room to shower and change. He got ready for the club.
When he was finished, he stood outside of Becky’s door. She was still crying. He raised his hand to knock on the door, but he chickened out.
He went to his car and took off.
Collin went into the club and sat at his normal table.
Gary, one of the other regulars came and sat with him. “Are you going solo again tonight?”
They sat together when both were single. Collin had been coming in with various friends lately, nothing serious.
“I guess so.”
“I thought you and that one girl were really serious,” he asked offhandedly.
“We wanted to get married, but she wasn’t what she was pretending to be. I threw her out.”
Gary nodded like he understood.
Collin heard laughing behind him. “So Collin did you lose anything today?” Rick slapped him on the back.
“Nothing that hasn’t already been taken care of.” He really didn’t want to give him any details about his day from hell.
“She gets that way. She likes to take off. Was today the first time?”
“Yes,” Collin sighed, “And the last. I believe I got my point across.”
“Don’t count on it. She was never a fast learner. Educated women never are.” Rick was really grinning and enjoying this.
Collin wanted to punch him so badly. “That’s my problem then, not yours.”
Rick was still grinning as he walked away.
Collin called the waitress over. It was someone new again.
Rick kept going through girls like water lately. He hadn’t been up to snuff since he sold Becky. He had a couple of new slaves, but they were all the dumb platinum blond type. They couldn’t compare to Becky.
“I would really appreciate it if you would bring the gentleman at that table, as well as all of his friends, anything they would like to drink. His bill is my bill tonight. Go on tell him, and let him know it is from me with my appreciation for his help today.” He waved her off then.
“Having a bad day today?” Gary asked him.
“I sure am.” Collin took a sip of his drink.
“Who took off on you?”
“Do you remember the slave auction last year? I won.” He didn’t sound thrilled about it.
“Becca? You bought Becca? But why?”
“She is my little girl now. I take care of her.”
“Oh? – Oh, like in the sketches. I understand – but how does that work in real life?” Gary was really curious. He had loved her sketches the best too.
Collin laughed a little. “I spend lots of time with her and treat her like she is my daughter.” He toned it down a lot.
He didn’t want to tell Gary that she was really his daughter, and that he had done everything he could to unsure that she would never have to go without. She even owned half of his company.
Word around town was that the two of them had married in Vegas or something. He never corrected anyone. Her name was Becky Burke, and she belonged to him, in what way was only his own business.
“But she is a – girl?” Gary leaned in and whispered to him. He had wanted to say slave, but the look on Collins face, told him that he shouldn’t say anything bad about her.
“Daughters usually are.” Collin smiled for the first time that day.
Gary sat quietly for a while as he thought about that. How could a person have a slave at home and still date women too?
Paul stood behind Collin, slapping him on the back. “Thank you for the drinks. I was glad to help today. It also gave me a chance to see that you haven’t broken the contract.”
“I haven’t, and I have no intention of ever breaking it. I’ll be keeping her at home. Today was the exception. It won’t happen again, ever. I assure you”
“Rick is betting, that it will. He says he knows her.” The police chief was grinning from ear to ear.
Collin twisted in his chair to look at Rick who raised his glass to him. They were all having great fun at his cost.
Collin had his Becky back, and that was the most important thing. He could take this crap for her. “I would like to bet that it doesn’t. How much is the bet going for?”
“You aren’t allowed to bet along. You could too easily tip the scales in your own favor.”
“We had a little misunderstanding. Everything is clear now.”
“The look on her face, when you walked in. I almost felt sorry for her.” Paul was laughing at him too. “She looked good otherwise. I was glad to see that she had respect for you. I wondered if you could keep her under control, but she sat up very straight when she heard you would be right there. She knew that she was going to get it.” He laughed all the more.
The entire night everyone told jokes about Becky running off.
Collin took it all in and explained that he had to go away to Europe again. The police chief warned him to keep her under lock and key while Collin was gone.
Collin figured Becky would probably stay until she found out whether she was pregnant or not.
Chapter 19 – Give Her Whatever She Wants
“How is she?” Collin carefully asked.
“She hasn’t stopped crying since – ” Nanny didn’t want to mention the punishment. She had seen the red bottom, and she had cared for it. “She still hasn’t spoken, at all.”
“Nanny, whatever she needs, it’s hers. You got that?”
“Yes, sir. But she isn’t asking for anything.”
“She woke up this morning, wanting to talk to the gardener. She has been making drawings, and she was working on your computer. The gardener said what she wants will cost a fortune.” Nanny talked with Mr. Burke every day, but today was the first day that she actually had something to say.
“Whatever she wants. How is she feeling otherwise?” He didn’t want to come out and ask if she were pregnant or not, but he needed to know. He was guessing she wasn’t, but he wanted to know for sure. The possibility was there.
“She is acting so odd. I had the doctor here several times, but she refused to see him. She locked herself in her room. Her tantrums were terrible. She isn’t herself anymore.”
“I’ll be home soon, Nanny. I’ll take care of everything.”
“Becky!” Nanny called out.
I turned away from the gardener and went to her. A woman was standing next to her, and she was smiling at me.
“Becky, this is Mrs. Devonsh
ire. She works at the factory as a secretary.”
“Yes, I remember. What can I do for you?” I smiled at her.
“We have a little problem. Usually your – Mr. Burke signs the Christmas checks personally. The accountants sign the normal checks, but it’s tradition that he signs the Christmas bonuses. It was always really important to him.” The woman was very uncomfortable talking to me. I could really tell that.
“I’m afraid he isn’t here, and I don’t know if he will be back in time.” I wasn’t much help. I had no idea where he was, or when he would be back. Christmas was next week, but I had a feeling he wouldn’t come then anyway, but I was kind of hoping he would on one hand, but on the other I was afraid. I didn’t want to talk to him, and I didn’t want this situation to go on either. I was always looking over my shoulder, afraid that he would show up. He never did.
“The thing is you’re authorized to sign them too.” She looked like she hated admitting that.
“I am? That can’t be right.”
“I’m positive.”
“Oh, but that doesn’t mean that he would want me to.”
“You could call him. I’m sure he just forgot.” She was uncomfortable with this whole situation, and so was I.
I looked at Nanny who turned away from me and went into the house. She dialed the two buttons it took to reach him. I hoped that she wouldn’t hand me the phone. I was about to cry as it was. I cried a lot.
Nanny hung up, and I exhaled. “Becky, in his office now. He wants you to sign them all right now.” She moved on ahead, and we followed her. Nanny sat me down at his desk, and I went to work.
I signed them all by hand. It took over an hour. There were over a thousand checks. I wrote Rebecca Burke on each one.
His secretary was very pleased with me. She thanked me again and again. I nodded at her, telling her I was happy to help.
She left, and I went back to the garden.
The winter was late in coming, and I wanted this project finished beforehand. The project would have to stop with the first real frost or snow.
I stood in the window, watching the snow fall. I had a view of the garden from my room. My project was finished for now. In spring, I would finish it up as best as I could. I wanted to spend a lot of time out there.