"Oh yes, it is." He touched my shoulders and urged me back. "He didn't care about you. He couldn't. Milton had no feelings."
"Stop talking like he's dead!" I put my hands over my ears. "You're just jealous because no one could ever like you as much as they liked him. You're an ass, and you'll never be my Daddy!"
In a flash, I was scooped up and Callahan strode over to my bed. I kicked and fought but his grip was tight as he tossed me over his lap.
"You know what?" he said and lifted my dress. "The warden warned me you'd be a little brat and told me to treat you exactly as I would if we'd been assigned to each other earlier. I don't think time-outs are going to work with you, Eleanor."
"What are you doing?" I tried to pull my skirt down, but the more I fought, the angrier he became. Callahan brought his hand down on my bottom.
I screamed.
"Stop! Callahan!" The tears for Milton turned into tears for myself and the humiliation.
"That's not my name," he growled.
"I'm not saying it.”
"Fine." He spanked me again. I pressed my lips tightly and closed my eyes. I could zone out until he was done. He'd break before me. Another hard spank and when I didn't give him any reaction, he shifted. Rough fingers hooked the sides of my panties and before I could protest, he ripped them down my bottom and halfway down my thighs.
"No!" I squirmed, but he tightened his hold.
"You want to act like a brat, you'll be treated like one. What's my name?"
"Callahan."
Smack!
The collision of skin on skin hurt ten times more than with the thin layer of cotton to shield my behind. I sobbed. He asked again, and through my tears, I answered, "Callahan."
He spanked me. Over and over, each time repeating his question. I wasn't going to break. I refused to give in to his ridiculous demand.
"Your skin is turning purple." He ran his hand over my bruised ass, and I flinched. He slowly trailed it down the, freezing at the spot that would take this from punishment to… Myheart raced as his hand stayed there, resting on the spot right before my sex. I was in pain, extreme pain, but yet...
"What is my name?" he asked.
I lifted my head, ready to fight again. Then he raised his hand and my head fell in defeat.
"Daddy."
Rule Seven - Callahan
Take care of your Young Lady.
What had I done? I stared at my hands as I paced my private quarters. Eleanor was currently in her room, whimpering from the pain. I'd been so angry, so fucking angry, that I'd blacked out. I'd bent her over my knee and spanked her. But that wasn't what had me so concerned. What worried me the most was that I had no memory of pulling down her underwear, and I couldn’t get rid of this hard-on.
Had she noticed? How long had I been hard while having her on my lap? Why did I like it so much? The image of her bare ass filled my mind. I had wanted to explore all of her. One quick slip of my finger and I could have...
No!
Young Ladies were off-limits. It was disgusting. I was a predator. The things they'd hammered into us for the last ten years.
Don't touch the Young Ladies.
Not in the way I’d almost done tonight.
I closed my eyes and tried to focus on something else, anything else, but Eleanor's soft crying from the other roommade it hard. It made everything hard. Despite myself, my hand drifted to my cock. I massaged myself through my pants and swore. What had I done? Pulling myself out of the hypnotic fixation, I stormed back into her room.
"What do you want?" she demanded through her sobs. "Get out."
