The new chapter part 2

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Side comment: I wrote the first part of the story 8 months ago. It was titled “the new chapter”  https://www.fetish.com/topic/19976-the-new-chapter/   since then I really have personally taken and made a new chapter of my life.
I have revisited this fun little story.
Enjoy!

Her dark brown eyes, now focused on my bright blues, were pleading silently. My hand on her throat, her hands on my hand.
“Now for payment,” I heard the cell phone chime out.
I gave her throat a squeeze, saw her wince, and I placed my free hand to her lips, quieting her soft cry.
Then unmuting the phone, I stated, “Payment for the shitty work you have performed, if you think you are going to get one penny out of me before you fulfilled your contractual obligations, you have another fucking thing coming.”
I looked at her, daring her to make a sound, while my partner and legal counsel chimed in, “What he means to say, is that we cannot accept your work until it is done correctly, and we cannot allow payment until it is corrected.”
Continuing to stare at her, I could hear the subcontractors counsel, and the owner of that company not wanting to take responsibility for their work. And I added, “there are legal ramifications if you don’t do what you said you were going to.”
She pulled my hand off her neck, and she whispered in my ear, “I want you to legally ram me.” And then said louder, “I want another fucking thing to come.”
The call went silent. I press the mute button and grab her neck and forcibly rotate her onto the couch. “You need to be quiet,” I said, staring glaringly at her wry smile.
I get a text from my partner, “WTF, who was that? Is that on your side?” then “you need to get off this call, I have this.”
I text back, “having signal issues, need to hang up” and I hung up the call.
She grabs my hand and pulls it to her stomach, “I want my punishment.” She says, her eyes now on fire, and looking intensely back at mine.
“You never called or texted, you disappeared,” I said
“I’m here now,” she abruptly said, “but I guess I could leave.” She tried to move in thinly veiled attempt to leave.
Then she pulled up her short skirt. And pulled at my hand down to her now bare midriff.
“No.” I said sternly. Pulling my hands off her neck and midriff. I walked over to my armchair and sat down.
“You want punishment?” I asked, looking at her on the couch across the room half exposed, and fully confused from my sudden withdrawal.
“Yes, I do, daddy, I deserve punishment.” She stated in a very childlike manner.
From here she looked childlike. She was petite, brown skinned, a few tattoos, but dressed as a schoolgirl, her brown hair pulled into pig tails. She was fit, I knew from a few weeks back, from the last time.
I suddenly remembered the time before, the passion of making out in the truck, lifting her up, fucking her in the front seat, how we had seemed to have sex on every seat, and how she told me afterwards of her desire to call me her daddy, and how soft and sweet she had been, and how I wanted to protect her. It all came rushing back.
And then how she left, almost as quickly as I met her. And how disappointed and angry I was with her.
An idea came to me, one that had been forming for a while. I smiled sadistically at her, I was really going to enjoy this.
I looked at my climbing bag open with the old climbing gear falling out now. And then back to her.
She noticed my glace and smiled instantly.
“You will not enjoy this,” I said. “You interrupted my meeting, you barged in here like you owned the place,” I said very quietly. I walked over to my bag. “I may have lost a great deal of ***.”
I grabbed my climbing rope, quickly tied a figure eight on a bight, and tossing the loop over the bannister, pulling on the rope to ensure it could hold her.
“What are you doing?” she asked, knowing full well what was happening.
I walked to her and grabbed her hands and wrapped them quickly with rope behind her back. “This isn’t going to be pretty either.” I added, ignoring her question. Pulling her in the direction of the stair bannister.
I made several wraps around her exposed mid section and secured her to the bannister. She could now not leave, but she could almost suspend her self from the structure of the bannister. Her legs were free.
“this is not what I was thinking,” she complained.
“You want punishment, I think I know the crime, but I want you to tell me.”

 

[Dustykat]

I love this, well written and find it interesting 🧚‍♀️

[MsWheel]

I am enjoying the energy of this story. It is building…