His Slave

Chapter 9

WARNING:- This story does contain spanking, don't like it, don't read it.

I didn't protest when Harry pulled me off Michael. I didn't protest when he shouted at me in front of all the boys. I didn't even protest when he decided to lock me in a cupboard for my punishment. I sat there. Alone. In the dark. Thinking.

I thought about Michael and how close we used to be. It hurts to remember how close we once where and to look at us now and see strangers. I hate it. I hate it more than I hate him. More than I hate Harry. I miss my brother.

I had been sat in the cupboard for who knows how long when the door cracked open to reveal an angry Harry.

"I still can't believe that you would do that." He shook his head and took hold of the chain that held my wrists together. I guess he really doesn't trust me anymore. I wonder why...

"I sorry sir." I replied, thinking that if I acted how he wanted me to then he might go easy on me with my punishment.

"Nice try, you're still getting punished."

I sighed as he pulled me out of the cupboard and back to the living room. Guilt stabbed at my heart when I saw Michael wearing a wrist support. I frowned. I could have sworn I'd broken it. Harry tugged me back to the middle of the living room and pulled the collar from earlier out of his pocket. He grabbed me by the hair before I could move and then fastened it tightly round my neck. I winced as all of the little spikes stuck straight into my neck. But I didn't complain. I knew better.

"Right, for your punishment each guy in this room will spank your bare ass 50 times with the object of their own choice. Then you will give each guy a lap dance and a blow job if he wants it." Stated Harry, looking at me as if daring me to protest. I didn't. "Every time you make a wrong move you will be shocked by your collar. And let me just say that everyone in this room has a remote to that collar so you have a lot of people to please." He added, smirking before turning deadly serious.

"Ash, you're first." Declared Harry, gesturing over to the dipshit wearing the red bandana. I took one last look at Harry before moving over to Ash. I gritted my teeth as Ash grabbed my wrists and pulled me over his lap.

"I'm gonna spank you with my shoe. Brace yourself." He warned before pelting the sole of his shoe onto my backside again and again, being sure to hit the tops of my thighs and my sit spots.

Next was Niall. He pulled me over his lap and spanked me with his bare hand but made me count out loud how many he had given me. If I lost count he started again. Let's just say that my ass was already bruising and I wasn't on the third guy yet.

Luke was next and he pulled me over his knees and pelted my ass with a wooden ruler. I could feel the welts rising on my backside and I had tears streaming down my face, silent sobs shaking my body.Once Luke was finished I stumbled to my feet, hugging my arms to my chest. I looked over at Harry and gave him a pleading look, begging him to let me go but he just smirked and pointed over to Liam. I let out a small sob before turning towards Liam and wincing as he pulled me over his lap. I refused to let out a sound as he pelted my backside with a wooden spoon, concentrating on the tops of my thighs and my sit spots. My butt was on fire and I couldn't move so I just stayed across Liam's lap until he shoved me off, crying out as I landed on the floor.

"Get up." Demanded Harry. But the only thing I could do was comprehend the pain shooting through my backside. "I said GET UP." He grabbed hold of my hair and forced me to my feet before pulling me into his chest. I collapsed into him as he wound his arms round my waist.

"Please." I begged, "I can't take anymore." I buried my face in his shirt as his arms tightened round me.