Get spanked

I pushed against his throat a bit more and he shut up.

"You-"

He paused and his head perked up.

"Finish your sentence," I threatened.

"Shut up, they're here."

"What? Who-?"

He cut me off and pulled me against him so we were fully hidden in the shadows. He dropped his head into the crook of my neck and I wanted to push it off so badly. He pulled my arm away from his throat when I had gotten distracted, and pinned them against my sides. If anyone was looking in the alleyway, they would probably see one large clump of clothes. I was stiff and uncomfortable and I tried to put a little bit of space between us. He didn't budge, he went completely still against my shoulder. I didn't move because I heard them too. Heavy thuds of footsteps pounding against the street.

"Oy!" I whispered, "Are you part of some Mafia?"

"Don't make me laugh," he held me tighter as he tried to cover us from the outside world.

I wasn't trying to make you laugh dumbass. I stayed still, because there might be a chance I might get into trouble if I was caught with him. I cried internally. Why do I get caught up with weirdos so much these days?!

"Marzan! Did you see where he went?" a man with expensive robes on, commanded.

The man-named Marzan came running to the man. His bald head shone with sweat and I felt bad for him. If I cracked an egg on it, it would have probably been cooked in a second.

"No, sire! We will find the Young Master immediately! He said he was just going to look for some clothes and fabrics around here. We will try covering most of the clothes stores in the area."

The rich man nodded his head and Marzan left hurriedly.

"That stupid brat! If I get my hands on him, I'll give him a good spanking!"

What the- Pfft! I couldn't help it, but I started to shake with laughter. Who the hell still disciplined a grown ass teen with spankings? I looked towards him and his mouth was set in a frown.

"Ha ha, very funny," he drawled sarcastically.

"You better hurry on to your Daddy, you don't want to get a spanking now, do you?" I retorted back innocently.

I felt something burning into my face.

"Oy, stop burning a hole into my face with your glare," I turned my head away.

The rich-man was looking into the alleyway. Yikes!

"Yo, shut up!" I whisper- yelled at him.

"I wasn't even talking-mmph!"

I quickly freed my arm and covered his face.

"He's looking in this direction!"

"Shit!"

We didn't know what to do, so we stayed in that awkward position. I felt my heart thump against my chest. Somehow, I was getting scared of this rich-man and wanted to run away as quickly as possible.

"I can feel your heart beat fast, is it because of me?"

What the-

"You crackhead, I'm scared of your father who's been looking in this direction for a very long time now."

"Stop lying, naughty gorilla," he whispered into my ear.

I had the blankest look on my face. This bitc-

"Don't play with me stupid kid," I replied back as I moved my head away from him, "or should I say, sacrificial lamb."

"Wha-" he snapped his head up.

"My new nickname for you!" I smiled brightly.

He didn't know that I had grabbed a hold of his arms. In a span of seconds, I pulled him towards me, turned and then flung him over my shoulder and out to the opening of the alleyway. The richman looked at the ground where his son lay, in shock. The richman didn't know there was another in the alleyway. He grabbed hold of the dude and started yelling at him. His cloak fell off in the process.

The guy flipped his head back and now I saw his face. Light brown hair swayed in the wind and brushed against his neck. It was not long hair, but it was styled differently. A foreigner? His glaring green eyes picked through the dark and found my silhouette. I waved at him with one hand on my hip. I put my hand on my lips and blew him an exaggerated air-kiss.

His eyes widened and he clenched his jaws. Ouu so scary. I looked at my watch. If I was any later, I would be late to work. I glanced at the guy and the rich man was still busy yelling at him. The guy wasn't looking at the rich man though. His burning gaze cut through to me.

I turned around and ran towards the dead-end with a grin.

"Have fun getting spanked!" I yelled, before climbing the wall and jumping onto the roof of a store.

I sprinted over rooftops and quickly entered onto the main street. I ran in the shadows and found Master Thelowar's mansion in the distance. I quickly rushed in and got straight to work.

Whew! What a weird morning. I picked up the nearest bucket and went to wash the stairs. I prayed that I never saw his face again and hummed as I recalled that amazing move I pulled. Damn...I am one fine woman!

....

"Did you hear that?" the rich man looked into the alleyway.

"Hear what?" the boy pulled off his cloak and brushed his hair back.

The rich man was yelling at him non-stop, but what angered him most was the girl who ran away like that.

"No, it was definitely a girls' voice," the rich man went to enter the alleyway.

'Have fun getting spanked!' Her words echoed in his head and he clenched his fist.

"That brat-"

"What did you say?" the rich man turned around with narrowed eyes.

"Ah ~ Nothing, father," he smiled at his father.

He sighed and squeezed his cheeks.

"What can I do with a brat like you?" he started walking after pulling up his son's cloak.

"Yeah yeah," the son threw his arm over his father's shoulders and they walked together before entering a fancy silk's shop.

'Once I find you, you're done for Gorilla,' he looked towards the alleyway and shook his head, 'I'll find you for sure.'

"Kaizher! What are you smiling there like a lunatic for?" his father barked and the son rushed up to him.

"My bad," Kaizher scratched the back of his head and turned to look at all the silks.

"So, where are we gonna stay again?" Kaizher asked his father.

"At my best buddy's place?" his father beamed proudly.

Kaizher didn't have a clue who it was.

"You stupid boy! You forgot again didn't you?!" his father whacked him with his cane.

"Ouch! Sorry, will you care to remind me once more?" Kaizher asked.

"Tariq Thelowar, son. Remember that name. He promised me to introduce you to his daughter, Lamia Thelowar. Now, be a good lad and pick a good outfit," he turned away, before looking back again, "for her, not for you."

Kaizher humphed. He put down the fabric he was looking at for himself and looked for a nice silk fabric for the girl. He brushed his hand over golds, blues, pinks, reds but he didn't know what to choose.

'This is going to be a long day,' he sighed.