Hurt Me More

Gerard's pov

The car jolted to a stop making me wake up with a hiss as my seatbelt gagged me. Looking up I noticed that we stopped in front of a fucking mansion. Iron gates surrounded a well kept garden. There had to be three stories and I could definitely see a pool from here.

"Is this it?" I asked as Henry parked the car and got out, not giving me an answer.
"Fine, be a twat." I snapped as I got out of the car and got my bag before following him up the stairs. He knocked the door knocker and waited before it was pulled open. A guy with a black fringe and a shit ton of tattoos stood there smiling at us.

"Hello, come in." He said, letting us into the most expensive looking house I've ever seen. "You must be Gerard, I'm Frank." The tattooed man said as he held his hand out to me.
I looked down at his tattooed hand before hesitantly taking it. Shaking his hand before letting go as he shook Henry's hand. "Could you please wait in the living room, Gerard?" Frank asked me politely.

"Sure, whatever." I huffed as I walked into the living room that had the biggest flat screen ever. This guy definitely had a lot of money. Setting my stuff down I flopped onto the sofa that felt like it was never used but it was comfortable. Looking around I noticed the huge movie and book collection along with the decor that wasn't shit. I wouldn't mind living here but I still need to know more about Frank or whatever his name is.

After a good hour of me playing on my phone I heard people move into the room with me. Looking up I saw Henry and Frank who were shaking hands as Henry put his shoes and jacket back on.

"Well Gerard, goodbye." Henry said, gesturing for me to come over to him. Sighing in annoyance I got up and walked over to them. "I'll see you in three months." He said before patting my shoulder making me flinch and take a step back.

"Bye." I mumbled as Henry walked out the door leaving Frank and I in the huge entry way.

"Lets get to know each other." Frank said, walking into what I think is the kitchen. "I'll make us a snack and then we can begin."

I sat at the long breakfast bar and watched as he walked around. Getting out some fresh fruit and vegetables. Cutting and plaiting them on two plates before setting one in front of me. Leaning back on the counter he stared at me expectantly.

"Tell me about yourself." He said, eating a slice of apple as he stared at me.

"What do you wanna know?" I mocked, his eyebrow raised as he shook his head.

"Why do you get into trouble?" He asked softly, still looking at me expectantly. I shrugged before smirking.

"I like getting high and I like drinking."

"Hmmm... Or is it because you like the attention? Want someone to pay attention to you like a child?" He asked making me grit my teeth angrily.

"You don't fucking know me, old man, so don't fucking talk to me like I'm a fucking kid!" I snapped before getting up and taking my bag, walking towards the door. I pulled my combat boots on and tried throwing open the door before being stopped. The door is fucking locked, great.

"And where do you think you're going, young man?" Frank asked sternly, standing in the doorway with his arms crossed.

"Getting the fucking out of here, you fucking twat. Unlock the door." I huffed, resting my hand on my hip.

"I will not tolerate that language, Gerard, now I will forgive you if you apologize." Frank said, walking towards me slowly.

"I'm not apologizing to you, you're not my fucking parent."

"I will count to three, if you haven't apologized you will be punished. One..."

"Good for you, you can count." I said, refusing to apologize to him.

"Two... last change, Gerard." He said, standing in front of me so I had to look up at him. I shook my head and stared back at him. "Three."

Before I could do anything I was off the floor and over his shoulder in a second making me squeak in surprise. I snapped out of it and stared thrashing around, hitting and kicking as much as I could. But nothing I didn't fazed him as Frank carried me up the grand staircase.

"Put me down!" I yelled, punching him in the back as hard as I could. "Fucking stop!"

"I told you, I will not tolerate that behavior. Swearing, hitting, kicking, and yelling are big no-no's." He said as we walked into a room. I couldn't really see anything but the floor that was carpeted.

"I don't fucking care! Put me down!" I yelled, screaming and thrashing around as much as I could.

"You will be getting ten because this is your first punishment. But next time it will be more." He said, finally picking me off of his shoulder before putting me over his lap as he sat down.
What the fuck does he mean by ten? Ten what?

I kept thrashing, kicking, and yelling as I tried getting out of his grip but he was too strong. Before I knew what was going on Frank had my black skinny jeans and my boxers down. I yelled and thrashed even more, panicking as nothing happened for a slit second before a hard slap sounded through the room.

I cried out in pain as he spanked me, he's fucking spanking me. I used all of my strength left and punched him right in the balls making him growl. He slapped me even harder in the same spot making me scream and thrash more.

"You get twenty more for that." He said and kept slapping me. Ignoring my screams for him to put me down. It fucking hurt and I just wanted it to end, my body going limp as my energy ran out. Tears pricking at my eyes but I didn't let them spill.

It felt like hours before it was all over, my bum burning and it hurt like hell. My body shaking uncontrollably as he gently started rubbing some cold gel on my burning skin before picking me up. Pulling my pants and boxers back up. Cradling me to his chest as he rocked back and forth gently.

"You took your punishment well, Gee." He said softly as he petted a hand through my raven black hair.

"Don't call me that." I mumbled as I shakily tried standing up but failed. Falling back against frank again.

"How about we get you into some pjs and you can take a nap while I make dinner?" He said softly, I shook my head and tried to get up again. Standing on my shaking legs as I looked around what seemed to be a nursery?

"This is your room, stay in here until I call you down." He said before getting up and leaving the room.

I looked around in shock at all the baby toys, changing station and crib that were super sized. I am not staying in this room, it's for babies. I'm seventeen, not a fucking baby.
Walking over to the door noticed that my bag wasn't up here. Looking around in confusion I relived that I must've left it downstairs where Frank was. Sighing I slowly limped out of the room and down the stairs to the living room. Not seeming my bag in there I limped to the kitchen and still didn't see my stuff. My phone, sketch books, cloths, and comics were in my bag.

When I saw Frank I cleared my throat making him look up from making a salad. He raised an eyebrow in amusement as I limped in and sat down. Hissing in pain which made him frown.

"Where's my stuff at?" I asked, eyeing him for any signs of recondition.

"I locked it up. You won't be needing anything that's in it." He said as he went back to chopping green peppers.

"I need my cloths and phone."

"No you don't, not while you're here." He said before mixing the salad and started in boiling pasta. "Tomorrow is when our session will begin, now sit at the table."

"I need my stuff."

"No you don't, now stop being stubborn and sit at the table. Dinner is almost done."

"I'm not hungry." I snapped making him look up quickly.

"Did I just head back talk? Do I need to punish you again?" He asked, raised his eyebrow. Sighing loudly I shook my head and angry got up and walked to the table before slowly sitting down.

This is gonna be a long three months.

Notes

Not edited