(I didn't know how to start this, so It's kinda boring. Sorry.)

[Trigger Warning: Mature themes]
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"I want fooood!" I begged, wanting him to make me something.

He sighed, "What do you want?"

"I dunno." I shrugged.

"Well, I'm busy. So get something for yourself. Or wait until I make myself something." He said, looking back at his desk.

"But I'm hungrryy." I said, stomping my foot.

"Go to the kitchen, then tell me what you want." He said.

"Ugh, fine!" I said hangry. Stomping my way to the kitchen, trying to find what I wanted. But everything looked to boring and unappetizing.
Making my way back to his office.
"I couldn't find anything I wanted." I pouted.

"Look, I'm busy right now. I'll make something soon." He said trying to hold back his anger.

Worriedly, I back away. I didn't like when he was mad. So some snacks will have to do for now. Then I won't be hangry.

^

To keep myself busy during the day, I watched tv, painted my nails, did some coloring, eta. All while he worked. What was he even doing? Why can't he just tell me? Ugh. My curiosity is getting to me.

What else can I do? I've done basically all there is to do here. Maybe look through my clothes, I have some that haven't been worn yet. So at least there's something to do.

Looking around my closet and the bottoms of drawers, I ended up finding some nice clothes. Who knew those were even there!
He might like some of these. I thought as I held up a few things.

^^^

The next day he was really frustrated, having trouble with his work. While I was growing more and more bored.

Going to his office to ask him, "Can we go somewhere and do something? I'm really, really, realllyyy bored." I pouted.

"There plenty to do here." He said annoyed, writing something down. His desk was covered in papers, I tried would read some of the stuff but usually got to impatient or didn't know what they meant.

"I need attention... Pleassee?" I pouted, tilting my head.

"Not right now." He said sternly. "Why don't you talk to the neighbors, go spend some time with them." He said to get me out.

"Fine." I said with a sigh. I haven't talked to the neighbors in awhile. So maybe that will keep me occupied

^^^

As the week went on he got more frustrated and annoyed. While I got more pushy. He wasn't being nice to me or caring. So what was he doing that was so important!? Why can't I know!?

"I want that! Ooo, can we go shopping!? Pretty please!?" I asked as we watched a commercial on tv.

"You've got enough stuff." He said.

"True. Oh, I found some of my clothes stuffed away. I think you'll like some of them." I said happily.

"Good for you." He said in a monotone voice, staring at the tv.

"How come you haven't been paying attention to me?" I asked, looking up at him.

"I've been busy, you know that." He said, rubbing his eyebrows.

"That doesn't mean I don't get annoyed. Or bored." I said.

^

"Can I go hangout with the neighbor? He's fun to be around." I asked.

"He?" He asked, suddenly looking at me.

"Oh, so now I have your attention?" I said.

"Who is he?" He asked curiously with a jealous tone.

"He's the neighbor, and he's fun to hang out with. We play games and talk." I said.

"And how old is he? What's his name? What do you talk about or play?" He asked, leaning back in his chair, fingers tapping.

"Why do you suddenly care? I've been around him all week." I said crossing my arms.

"I what to know about him. What is he like? Where is he from? Is he trying to take you away from me? Hmm." He asked, leaning forward in his chair, hands together.

"No one is taking me away from you, relax. I just want to hang out with him. So I'll be back later. Go work." I said, taking a step back.

"Fine. But if he touches you, I'll cut off his hands." He said in a serious tone.

^^^

"Stop the whining." He said.

"But I ju-" I tried to say.

"No. I said stop." He said sternly, turning towards me.

"Hmph" I crossed my arms and shut my mouth, going to sit on the kitchen chair.

He went to our room, going to take a shower. So I followed, not done talking with him. Well more of arguing. Why we're we even arguing again?

"Look, I just wan-" I started to say.

"What did I tell you?" He said, turning around.

"So? I can do what I want!" I said, standing my ground.

He looked down, eyes closed, head shaking. "Mm, mm, mm. What did I tell you, little girl? There are rules. You know better." He said.
"So either you can take a shower with me, or...I can teach you some manners. Remind you of the rules."

"I don't feel like it. Why can't I go hangout with him again?" I asked, remember the reason why this fight started.

"Because I don't like you being around him. You are mine." He said, stepping closer to me, pointing between us.

"You haven't been giving me attention! You've been to busy with work!" I shouted out.

"That's because it's important. You know you belong to me. Don't forget that." He said sternly.

"I know bu-" I tried to say but was cut off again.

"Who do you belong too, little girl?" He asked, stepping in front of me.

"You."

"Good girl. Hm, but you haven't been acting good, now have you?" He said.

"I haven't been bad!" I said in protest.

"Be quiet!" He shouted. My head lowered, hands behind me, squirming in my spot.

"You have been a brat lately. I don't like brats." He said, only a foot away from me. Towering over me, making me feel small and scared.
"I've been to busy to deal with it, until today. You need to learn a lesson."

"I'll be good, I'll listen and let you work. Whatever you want." I pleaded.

"No. You will be quiet and take your punishment. Do you understand?" He said sternly.

"I understand. I'll listen, I won't try anything again, I promise." I pleaded again, shaking my head as I tried begging for his forgiveness.

He grabbed under my chin with his hand, "I told you to be quiet. You only speak when I say so, yes sir, no sir. That's it."

Nodding, "Yes, sir."

"Good. Let's teach you some manners."

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He grabbed my hand, leading me to the bed then he sat down on the edge.

"Bend over, now." He said, making me bend over his legs. Hesitatingly, getting onto his knees.
His hand rubbed against my butt then a hard smack.

"You've been having a hard time remembering the rules. Even if I'm busy and not around, you still have to listen to the rules. Don't you understand?" He said firmly.

"I do, but I just-" I said, cut off by another hard smack.

"I'm tired of your excuses. I don't want to waste anymore time hearing them." He said.
Another hard smack, followed by another, then he would gently rub me, just to place another one.
This continued for a few minutes.

"Oh, look at you. Being a good girl. Now, get on your knees." He said. Getting off his legs and onto mine, sore as I moved.
Using his hand to firmly grab my jaw, "Who do you belong to?"

"You."

"Good girl. Have you remembered the rules now? Or do you need to be punished more? Hmm?" He said.

"No, I understand. I'll be good." I said quietly.

"You sure? I have a feeling your gonna try again." He said.

"No. I won't." I said, to tired and sore to fight back.

"You will eventually, but for now. I think you've learned your lesson." He said then unbuckling his belt.

"What's that for?" I asked worriedly, whimpering.

"Relax, sweetheart. The punishment is over. This is the good part." He said with a smile, then pulling the belt off and placing it aside. He gently rubbed the side of my face, while his other hand unbuttoned his pants.

"Do you know what I want now?" He asked, grinning.

I looked up at him, "Yes."

"That's my good girl."

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