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are being punished. I was never hit, but I had seen in the past other
children being hit on their butts. But they weren’t naked. This is…humiliating.
There comes a second one.
    “Please…let me
go…” I beg.
    “Three,” he
counts. I wonder how many times he is going to spank me. I close my eyes,
embarrassed. I no longer struggle. He has the control of my body once more.
    “Four.”
    “Five.”
    Tears burn my
eyes.
    “My parents will
kill you,” I groan.
    “Are they here?”
he asks and his palm falls like a thousand stings on my flesh.
    “I asked you
something. SEVEN.”
    Ouch.
    “No,” I whisper.
    “Which only
means that you are using your parents as a safety net,” he hisses close to my
ear, “No one is here to help you. It’s just you and me. I was going to go only
for seven, but I see you are really spoiled. Five more will be useful.”
    “No! Please, it
hurts…”
    “You should have
thought of this before you defied me. Eight!”
    I hate him so
much…Every spanking comes harder than the previous one.
    “Twelve.”
    He leans and
kisses the back of my neck.
    “You know, I
could humiliate you further, but it’s your first day here, so be thankful for
only being slightly punished.”
    Slightly? Is he crazy?
    He lets go of my
neck and orders me to stand up. He doesn’t release me completely though, still
holding my waist.
    I keep my head
down not daring to look at him and crying uncontrollably. This is something I
have never felt before.
    “Tell me the
truth. Why are you crying?” he asks me.
    I only sniff and
don’t reply.
    His hand lowers
and caresses my sore butt. Even this gentle touch feels unbearable.
    “Does it hurt a
lot?” he asks again.
    I nod and he
kisses my butt cheek closer to him. It’s a sign of affection I didn’t expect
from him.
    “Is it better
now?”
    “No,” I mutter
like a little child.
    He leans and
touches with his lips for several seconds my other buttock.
    “Now?”
    Ok, this is
stupid. He hit me with rage only to play it nice after? I can’t stand his lips
or his hands on my skin. I’m sure that if I try to discharge myself from his
embrace, he will become more persistent.
    Calista, be
smart. Play along as he wishes.
    “Yes,” I answer.
    “Good. It wasn’t
that bad, was it?”
     Yes, it was.
You brainless ass.
    Calista,
don’t lose your temper. Give him what he wants. Make him believe you have
succumbed to his will. Make him trust you.
    He seems
satisfied and can’t help grinning. He hands me a dress from the closet to wear.
I remain silent while he’s teaching me how to cook. When he took the skin off the
rabbit I wanted to vomit. Seeing the horror on my face, he promised he would
take care of the preparation of the meat every day. My duty would be to cook
it.
    He takes a
cooking pot from the shelves and after he fills it with water from the lake, he
hangs it from a hook over the fire on the fireplace. When he went out to fill
it with water, I could have made my move. I could have run. What would be the
point? He would chase me and get me back. No, I have to escape when he least
expects it.
    I can’t believe
he wants me to cook. I will never do it. I still pretend I watch him eagerly
when all I really want to do is punch him on the nose and see him bleed. I have
never hated anyone so much in my life. Suddenly, I realize he has everything
required to cook and serve food. Knives, a ladle, plates, forks.
    “Where did you
get all this?” I ask him.
    “What do you
mean?”
    “You know. All
these utensils.”
    “From your
garbage.” He stirs the food with the ladle while he replies.
    “My garbage?”
    “Well, not yours
in particular. But since I am poor I have to take the things that rich people,
like you, don’t need.”
    Weird. I didn’t
know that what my family no longer wanted could end up being used by a wolf that
also becomes a man and lives in the forest isolated.
    After we eat – I
have to admit the meat is delicious – he tells me I