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Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 12

” I see someone had a good time…”

“yeah I did”

“who was that boy?”

“none of your business”

I took Zayn’s jacket off.

“Rosie…tell me” he warned me.

I brushed past him and began to walk to my room.

“where do you think you’re going?”

“to my room, where does it look like”

“I don’t think so, get back here” he pointed his finger to where he was standing.

I was way too sleepy and I had a splitting headache, so I couldn’t be bothered for his bs.

I turned around and asked him what he was still doing in my house.

“I told you I’d be waiting for you to get back”

“I’m here now so you can go mark some books or whatever you do in your time “

“Rosie… come here so we can have a proper discussion “

“no I don’t have anything else to say, I’m tired so I’m going to bed.”

I turned my back on him and heard him follow me up the stairs.

“why are you following me?” I rolled my eyes but he couldn’t see my face which was for the better.

“Rosaline come down stairs right now”.

“Make me” I spat.

He grabbed my small body and threw me over his broad shoulders which carried me back down.

“get off me!” I punched his back.

“put me down you asshole!” I screamed, but he ignored me.

I gave up trying to struggle out of his grip since it was too strong and it would’ve been pointless to fight him.

“You need to be taught a lesson” he began

He put me down and I was furious with him, if he thinks he can invade my house and make me do what he says then I will be the one teaching him a lesson.

“You’re not my father, you shouldn’t even be in my house…I could call the police on you” I threatened him

“go ahead, what’s stopping you?”

“fine I will”. I began to search for my phone but I couldn’t find it anywhere

“looking for this?” he held my phone in his hand…that sneaky bastard.

“that’s mine,give it back!”

“I don’t think so, not until you’ve learnt your lesson”

“Then tell me what my lesson is ” I huffed and crossed my arms.

“After what happened to you that night, I couldn’t let it happen again so all I’ve wanted to do was to protect you and keep you safe but you go off wearing revealing clothes and hanging out with trouble makers and snogging strangers you don’t even know! “

“I don’t-“

“And might I add that you reek of alcohol and what I’m guessing is weed, I thought I already told you what would happen if you did it again”.

“you can’t-” he kept on interrupting me.

“You have no respect for me or what I’m doing to help you, you need to learn to obey me and listen to what I tell you to do!”

He was done I think and it was now my turn to speak, however his look frightened me.

The harsh,anger buried in his eyes made an appearance under his dark furrowed brows, his jawline was tense and I could see the veins about to pop from his neck.

I felt small again.

I tried to think of a good comeback and try to back up my argument but I couldn’t speak, my throat was dry and when I tried to speak it came out as more of a whisper. 1

I lowered my head in shame and wanted all of this to end.

“i-im sorry”

I assume he was as surprised as I was, I wasn’t sure if I’d ever say those words to him. I wasn’t sure if I truly meant it since I still believe i had done nothing wrong.

“Sometimes Rosie, sorry isn’t good enough…”. I looked up at him and a wide smirk was drawn across his face.

“what do you mean it’s not-“

He sat down on the couch calmly.

“come here”. he patted his lap.

is he frickin joking me!?

“no!”

“Rosie I won’t ask again…”

I was about to make a run for it or something but he grabbed my arm and forced me over his lap.

this can’t be happening.

His hand was firm on my back and I couldn’t escape, my legs were kicking trying to free myself.

“stop moving or I’ll make it worse for you” his deep voice echoed through my ears ,sending alarming sensations through my core.

I stopped.

“good girl” he praised.

He took my shorts off smoothly so I was just left in my tights and a small top.

“This is going to hurt” he warned me.

The harsh slap stung my skin. I could feel my skin getting irritated but I guess it was barrable, some might even say pleasurable…

I winced the second time and a tear fell down my cheek the tenth.

He brought me up so I was sat up on his lap, but the sudden friction of his jeans on my ass was very unpleasant and I kept fidgeting around.

“aww does my baby’s ass hurt?” he wiped away my tear and I nodded.

“That will remind you not to argue with me, understood?” I nodded again.

“good girl, come with me”

he took my hand and led me to my bedroom.

I rolled onto the bed and he left the room, but came back shortly with some cold cream for my butt.

At this point I was too tired and embarrassed to even care that my teacher was about to put soothing cream on my ass that he had just slapped minutes ago.

He told me to roll on my stomach and lay flat.

I felt his warm hands taking off my tights,so my butt was out in the open for the whole world to see.

He applied the gel and I shifted uncomfortably at the coldness of it.

“Don’t worry this will help with the redness”

After he had finished nicely rubbing my butt he had left the room, leaving me and my sore self to analyze everything that has just happened.

An hour or so later he came back in my room with some hot chocolate and a sandwich for me to eat. I swear to you this man is bipolar, one minute he’s attacking me and shouting down my throat, the next he’s caring and gentle??

He placed the food on my table and sat down on my bed with me.

“Rosie I am still very disappointed with you but I’m glad you took your punishment well”

I said nothing.

“eat up and go to sleep” he placed a kiss on my forehead.

He closed the door and now I was finally alone.

I downed the cup of cocoa and ate the sandwich. I was way too tired to do anything else so I found myself drifting off into deep slumber.