This fucking sucks. Every time Luke says my name or calls me or anything I panic and am afraid he found out and is gonna murder me.

"Rosy!" Fuuuk.

"Yeah daddy?"

"Cmere." Fuuuk.

I go into his office and sit on his lap.

"What is it?"

"The boys are coming over in a bit so I need you to help me clean up a bit." He smiles and pecks my cheek. "And you need to clean your room."

"Oh, are we eating dinner in my room?" I reply sarcastically.

He pats the side of my thigh in warning. "Do as daddy says, please. Your room needs to be clean regardless."

"Your rooms not clean." I frown.

"Scarlett rose. Do as I say. Do you understand me?"

"Why isn't your room clean?"

"I'm going to clean it too, but that doesn't matter. Clean your room or im going to give you a spanking."

"But daddy...!" I'm met with a smack and I whine.

"Now, Scarlett rose. Go." He picks me up off my lap and sends me out of the room with a smack to my ass. I stomp my foot and leave the room, not without another warning from Luke to behave and stop acting like a brat.

I clean up my room and the living room, not seeing the point in having to have my room clean when it wasn't even that dirty in the first place.

"Did you clean your room?" Luke asks in a stern voice. I roll my eyes.

"Duh." I mutter, rolling my eyes before gesturing around the clean room I'm sitting in.

"What is up with you today?" Luke groans, rolling his eyes.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You're being a brat, Rose." I glare at him and he sighs, coming to sit next to me on my bed. "I'm sorry, but you are." He says as he pulls me into his lap without much struggle. "Is there something wrong? Talk to me."

"Nothing." I pout, burying my face in his neck.

"Well if you're not going to tell me what's up, fix your attitude before the boys get here, understood?"

"I don't have an attitude."

"Yeah right. I mean it Scarlett Rose." He warns. I huff and lay my head against his chest and he kisses the top of my head. "I love you." He mutters. I smile and lean up to peck his lips.

"I love you too, daddy." He smiles and kisses me again, and guilt overwhelms me once again.

We head the doorbell downstairs.

"There they are, behave yourself, princess." I roll my eyes and get off his lap and go downstairs as the other boys enter.

"Hey, princess." Ashton greets with a hug, and the other boys greet me similarly before Luke comes down the stairs and says hi to all of them.

I stay quiet for the most part as they decide that they'll order pizza for dinner, and in the meantime play video games in the basement.

I follow silently down the stairs, in a bad mood. The four set up the video game and I roll my eyes.

"I'm gonna go-"

"You're not going anywhere, rosy." Luke cuts me off.

"What? But I don't wanna play video games." I pout, an He gives me a look.

"Too bad." I sigh and sit next to Calum, leaning against him and pouting as they play.

"You wanna try?" He asks when the game they're on ends.

I shrug. "I guess." He hands me his controller and I play the next round, not doing very good, but they don't tease me about it, seeming to realize I'm not in the mood.

"Come'ere, baby." Luke says, and I pout.

"No." The boys chuckle lightly and I blush and lean back into the couch, handing the controller back to Calum and glaring at Luke as gives me the same glare.

"Such a brat." He laughs it off, giving me a look that says I'm in for it later and I look away, biting my lip.

We hang out for a while more before we have dinner of lasagna and salad, tension fading between the five of us.

After I've said my goodbyes to the boys, Luke gives me the look from earlier again, so slight I don't think the boys are able to interpret it, but I know what it means. His eyes go from me to the stairs and back to me, and I get the message and flee up them, going to lukes room like I know he wants me to and waiting on his bed with a pout, terrified once again for him to find out about the piercings.

It's a few minutes before Luke comes in, and he glares at me when he does.

"First you're going to explain to me why you're being such a brat, and then we'll decide what your punishment is." He says in his daddy voice, and I look at my lap.

"I-I don't know, daddy. Msorry. I'm just- m on my period." I pout at the confession, and he raises an eyebrow. He leans down to me and kisses my lips a bit rough.

"Well, first of all, I wish you would have told me that so I knew to look out for brattiness. I think there's something else to it too, though, hm babe?" He asks, and I gulp, shaking my head. Oh god oh god oh god.

"Yeah, I think there is. Daddy hasn't been paying enough attention to his babygirl, hm?" He smirks as he lays me down and kisses over my neck. "You just wanted to be punished, hm?"

"Y-Yes Daddy." I lie, kissing him back when he comes back to my lips. He pulls my shirt over my head and kisses my stomach, sucking hickies into my hip bones.

"B-but Daddy, how can we- when I'm- you know." I mutter, blushing, and he chuckles.

"Daddy can make you feel good other ways." He says, putting on of his legs between mine and grinding it against my core while he sucks on my neck. "And nothing's stopping you from making it up to daddy for being so naughty, right?" I shake my head as he smirks at me.

"No daddy." I mutter, throwing my head back as he sucks a hickey into my sweet spot.

His hand lifts up my back as his other tries to unclip my bra and I push him away panickedly, making him frown.

"What's wrong, babydoll?" He asks, pushing some hair out of my face.

"I-I don't- my bra is so pretty, can't you make me feel good with it on?" I try o cover awkwardly, as he squints at me as sighs.

"Rose, you haven't let me take your bra off for weeks, what- oh fuck no." He seems to realize and I cringe. He glares and gets off me, once again standing in front of me as I sit up on the bed.

"Take it off. Go on." He orders, and I frown, feigning confusion.

"Why, Daddy?"

"Because daddy told you to, now do it. You've got nothing to hide, have you? Nothing I've never seen before." He glares. I bite my lip. "Do it, Scarlett rose. Before I have to do it for you."

I cringe and reach around to unhook it, slowly letting it fall down my shoulders and off me.

"I fucking knew it." He growls as he looks at them, and he picks me up by my waist and pushes me further onto the bed, pushing me down again and getting over me with a glare.

He takes one of my breasts in his hand and squeezes harshly, making me whine.

"D-Daddy, they still hurt." I whine, and he glares.

"Good. You fucking slut, i specifically told you, you were not allowed to get piercings in your tits. Did you think daddy wouldn't find out? How long did you think you could hide it from me?" He speaks roughly, taking the buds between his fingers and punching lightly, which makes me cry out.

"Ow! Daddy, please, no, I'm sorry!" I beg. "Please stop, that really hurts!"

"Shut up. Answer me, rose. Did you think you could just keep a bra on anytime we wanted to mess around?" He stops rolling the pierced buds and goes back to harshly squeezing my breasts, which is less painful.

"F-for a while. And th-then after they h-healed, I'd take them out w-whenever we did anything." I admit sheepishly, cringing.

"And what would be the fun in that? Why get them?" He pauses his groping me and I feel like I can hear the thoughts running through his head, that maybe they're for someone else, so I quickly attach my lips to his.

"Hoped you'd warm up to the idea, Daddy." I hum, and he sighs.

"Yeah? That's all?"

"Yes daddy. Aren't they pretty?" I whine needily, and he sighs.

"Yes, but daddy said no, and you're not getting out of a punishment just because they're pretty." He growls. He begins pinching the little buds, bordered on either side by metal roses, and I shriek and begin crying. He lessens up but doesn't quit.

"D-Daddy! Please- ah! Yellow!" He immediately stops and scoots back.

"Does it really hurt that bad, baby?" He frowns, helping me sit up and kissing my lips gently. He wipes the tears from under my eyes as I nod.

"How long ago did you get them done?" He gently strokes over my hair as I sniffle.

"A c-couple days after you said no." I mumble.

"They shouldn't still be hurting this bad. You've gone in again since?"

"Y-yah. She said everything looked okay." I curl further into his chest and he frowns.

"Did you get it done somewhere- like- good?"

"Yeah, I mean, it was reputable."

"I think we should get it checked out." He sighs, kissing my head. "We'll go tomorrow. I'll finish your punishment after that. For now, let's sleep."  He sighs as he kisses me and then takes off his shirt and slips it over my head, pulling off my jeans. He takes off his jeans as well before laying down and covering us up, pulling me into him and cuddling me.