The pain was getting more intense, my bottom heating up as if being set on fire. It was impressive, much worse than I'd imagined with his hand, and he just kept going and going, not letting up. "Penn Station!" I howled when the spanking was unbearable. "She was gonna get a ticket to Toronto."
Izaak grabbed me by the hair roughly. "Are you sure?"
"Yes, geez!"
With my tights and panties still at my knees, handcuffs still holding my hands tight behind my back, Izaak lifted me with ease and ushered me to the corner. "Stay here til I get back, because if she's not there, we'll go for a second round." He put his hands on his belt buckle as if showing me what he'd use next.
"But that will take you like an hour!"
Without listening to me he left, closing my door and taking Molly with him.
Well, this wasn't my first rodeo. I wobbled to the dresser, wincing with each step, and found a paperclip, twisting it into different forms behind my back before inserting it into the lock of the cuffs. Wiggling it around, I finally heard a snap and jerked my wrists to open the left side. I didn't bother with the right, instead rushing to call Chloe and warn her about Izaak.
"I told him Penn Station, but it's only a matter of time before he realizes I mislead him. Come back. I think he really wants to help you get a good deal."
On the other end of the phone, I heard her sigh. "I dunno..."
"He can give a mean hand spanking," I commented jokingly. "Seriously, Clo. By the time you get back, maybe I'll have the evidence against Winters."
Thirty minutes later, Izaak stormed through the door to find the three of us women in Molly's room, nervously waiting for him. He glared at me first, pissed that I'd gotten out of my restraints. But then his eyes drifted to Chloe, who sat there with a guilty look on her face.
Without a word he reached for her upper arm, beginning to swat her backside as she stood, only held in place by his grip. With each swat he scolded. "You. Do. Not. Run. Away. Like. That!" Chloe was dancing from one foot to the other, squealing with each spank.
"I wasn't going anywhere! Violet lied to give me time to get back!" Chloe yelped, surprisingly accepting her spanking with grace. Though I guess if he was her regular spanker, this probably wasn't hard at all compared to what she normally got. Yikes!
Izaak stopped the spanking and let go of Chloe, then looked me dead in the eyes and started walking towards me. Instinctively, I scooted away, worried I was next.
But he had the key to the handcuffs and took my right wrist in hand, unlocking it as he glared at me. "You picked the lock," he grumbled.
His grumpiness was endearing and made me giggle a little, which I rarely did. "Come on, did you really think you would win that?"
"I owe you another good spanking," he threatened, or promised, but then went back to Chloe. "And you are coming with me for questioning." The metal pressed against her wrists and creaked shut.
"Why are you making such a scene? Why don't you tell them that you knew the whole time and lied to me? Why make yourself out to be the good guy?" Chloe stood there, hands behind her back, looking up at him with her pathetic teary blue eyes. But it was different than I'd ever seen her before. She wasn't just playing him like normal, she wasn't faking. They were legit. The hurt was real.
"It's not like that."
"Bullshit it's not like that! Why are you cuffing me? Am I a danger to you?"
"I have to take you in."
"Whoa!" I interjected, leaping forward to put a little space between Izaak and my friend. "Under what grounds? What proof do you have?"
Izaak stood up straight, hands on hips. "Believe me, I have evidence."
"What are you charging her with?"
"She could be going down for felony fraud!"
**not sure where i'm going with this**
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