An awkward silence enveloped us for a moment, Izaak typing away, and I wondered if he'd even heard me. But then when I locked the door, he spoke: "Come sit, we need to talk."
"Can we not? I have an awful headache."
The laptop clicked shut and Izaak set it on the coffee table, eyeing me seriously. "It's important."
I groaned and clomped towards him, considering a tantrum. "I shouldn't have partied last night or left so suddenly, but I just needed a night of fun and..." I'd arrived at the couch and poked out my lower lip, now trying to be cute.
He wasn't buying it, face straight, not entertaining my conversation. "Sit."
With a huff, I plopped to his side and folded my arms, staring at the ceiling in annoyance.
"Enough whining," he snapped, tone cutting into me so I sat up and looked at him. "You'll have plenty to cry about when we're finished here." He let that sink in before continuing. "What happened last night?"
I shrunk into my seat, blushing a little and wondering how much he'd need me to confess. "Don't you already know?"
He heaved an exasperated sigh and stood, rubbing his hands together as he towered over me. "I'd like to hear the full version."
"But you saw," I grumbled.
"Okay, if you wish. I'll tell you the narrative that's running through my head." Izaak paced, counting my misdeeds on his fingers as he spoke. "You left paintball without a word to anyone, went to a bar in a dangerous part of town, drank and used drugs for hours, illegally gambled, ignored my calls and messages, then stood around outside in the middle of the night talking to gangbangers with guns. What am I missing?" He stopped walking and turned towards me now, giving me a look that could kill.
"Sounds worse when you say it. I'd prefer to just call it partying."
"How many cigarettes did you smoke?"
"I don't remember. I was too drunk," I said hurriedly, sucking in a breath.
"You're lying." Izaak stooped down to my level, face centimeters in front of mine, arms on either side of me, locking me in. His black eyes were like coal sizzling in a fire. My tummy twisted into knots and throat dried up as he looked me directly in the eyes and asked again: "How many?"
Chewing on my lower lip, I muttered, "twelve."
"Speak clearly!"
His harsh tone made me jump a little, tears welling in my eyes as I cleared my throat and repeated my answer.
"And you used cocaine?"
I tried to turn away but he reached for my chin, forcing me to face his disappointed stare. The uneasy pit in my stomach grew and tears streamed down my cheeks. "Izaak... please don't..."
Lips pursed, he said, "something tells me this would move a lot quicker if you were over my knee right now."
"Nooooo," I begged.
"Then answer my questions and stop being difficult."
Now the tears really started flowing, so much that I wanted to cover my face in shame, but Izaak didn't allow it, clasping my wrists together with one hand, keeping a hold of my chin with the other. My eyes closed as more tears spilled out and I steadied my breathing. "Yes, I used coke," I finally whispered.
"What were you talking to those gangsters about last night?"
Another pain shot through my stomach and I squeezed my eyes shut even tighter. "I don't remember."
Izaak let out a grunt of displeasure. "Let's see if I can help you remember." Then he sat next to me and in one quick motion, jerked me over his lap.
"Wait! N-no... Please..." My throat was dry as I tried to swallow, struggling to push myself up from his lap. He put an arm around my waist to keep me in place and lifted my skirt. "If the problem is my memory, how is this going to help?"
"Oh, it'll help," he promised as he tugged down my panties.
"Izaak seriously..."
He began spanking briskly with his hand, bouncing it against my bottom. "I warned you earlier today that I will find out the truth, even if we have to do this the hard way, kiddo." The smacks were harder than he'd ever given me with his hand before, stinging so much that I was kicking and squirming within seconds.
"Owww! Please don't do this," I pleaded, reaching back to block. It didn't help any, as he peppered my cheeks and sit spots around where my hand couldn't cover.
"I'm tired of your stalling tactics. If you would just answer my questions honestly, this would be over much quicker."
The speed and intensity of his swats increased and I squealed. "I already told you last night that Violet owes them money!"
He stopped spanking for a moment and leaned down to look into my eyes. "What was Violet talking about in the truck when she said you saved her life?"
Shit... he heard that?! "I don't..." Before I could get the next word out, Izaak's eyebrows raised, so I reconsidered my response. "I mean... I used my charm to convince the guys to give her more time to pay. She was thanking me for that I guess."
He sighed in disbelief. "If you insist on doing this the hard way…"
"What...?"
I was cut off by the loud clapping of his palm slamming against my unprotected bottom, much harder than before. He hadn't punished me so severely since the night we made the stupid agreement, though maybe now it was worse. I writhed over his lap, gripping onto the couch tightly. Tears spilled freely, no hint of ending anytime soon. The guilt was eating me alive and I wanted to confess everything, but didn't want him to know about my shameful deed.
The spanking stopped so Izaak could speak. "I went to the precinct today and discussed the evidence discovered on the perps last night. Do you know what they found?" He didn't give me time to answer. "Two guns, lots of drugs, and a bundle of money they believe to be connected to laundering." Another assault was launched on my bottom, Izaak's large hand alternating between my butt cheeks. "I'll ask again: What was Violet talking about when she said you saved her life?"
Sobbing and feeling defeated, I replied, "I paid her dealer off."
"How did you get the money?"
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