Punishment

Jane was putting on a black lacy flare mini gown. It was so short that it revealed half of her booty. The gown was a tiny hand covering only her nipples and it was really lacy revealing her bare skin from the dress. Her make-up was nude with a sharp colour red lipstick on her lips. Her hair was packed up perfectly into ponytails. She had pleaded earlier to them to let her hair pour down, but as expected, Francis gave them the orders to pack up her hair into ponytails. She would have felt a bit more comfortable if her hair was let loosed, but she felt really uncomfortable in the dress. Underneath her mini gown, was a black lacy g-string underwear that was seen just by looking at her with one glance and a six inch red shoes in her feet.

She sighed. "I hope I'm not going out of the building looking like this." She said to herself as she began panicking within her.

She sighed one more time and stepped out of her room. Her eyes opened in shock as she stood on the edge of the stair looking frozen. The grand parlour had turned into something completely different.

"W....what is this and w...why is it like this?" She said nervously. 

The grand parlour had turned into a strip night club. There were five stripping poles. A disco bulb producing blue lights that turned the parlour from looking all black and red to blue. The chairs were all out except from a red long couch and a small table in front of the couch. 

She swallowed and took slow steps down the stairs. Her heart was pounding lightly in her chest. She was praying it is not what it is on her head, even if it looked like it. She was trying to shake off that feeling that it wasn't.

"It is what it is." Said a voice cold and straightforward from an end of the room as she stood on the last stair.

She flipped her head to where the voice came from. He spoke like he had read her mind perfectly. He walked majestically with a glass cup in his hand and sat on the couch that was sitting alone in the living room. He crossed his leg, sipping little from his glass without staring at her. She forced her legs to walk up to his direction and stood in front of him.

"What's..."

"Your punishment." He said coldly looking at her with his unfathomable gaze.

She blinked her eyes twice. "But...but I did nothing wrong today." She said knotting her brows tight as bemused expression etch on her face.

He shrugged and took a sip. "Yes Ms Jane. You did nothing wrong today. But as stated in the contract, you broke a rule on your first day."

She raised a brow at him. "But....but I thought w...what we did last night was my punishment?"

He laughed hysterically like a demon. She blinked in confusion. She didn't understand what was funny with what she said. She was only being honest by asking that question. 

After a few seconds of his demonic laughter, he took another sip from his champagne and stared blankly at her.

"Whatever we did last night....was a normal thing that every couples do, that we would be doing every night." He paused and continued. "Whatever we did last night and this morning, would be happening as breakfast, lunch and dinner everyday." He said twirling his glass.

Jane stood there frozen, not blinking and not moving an inch.

"More." He said that word very cold. "Even worst than what you're seeing right now would be coming if you break a rule." He said looking at her with a killer demonic gaze.

As those words left his mouth, she felt her heartbeat increase its pace within a second.

"M...more?" She said in wide eyes.

"Yes." He said taking another sip from his glass.

Now, she was praying in her mind not to break any rules within the two weeks of their relationship. If the first punishment could be like this, she wondered what the rest punishment would be or how they would look like. She knew she would be punished if a rule was broken, but she wasn't expecting what was in front of her eyes. She was probably expecting something a little lesser as her punishment - like doing the dishes or cooking his favorite meal. But this man was too much. He never ceases to keep amusing her even for a second, either from his actions or by his words. The whole thing was just too much for her as her first punishment. She wished she could be spared.

He took more sips from his cup and tilted his head scanning her. He looked like he was finding something to complain about. After a while of his deadly scrutinizing gaze on her, he spoke.

"Remove your underwear." He said coldly and straightforward.