The Cost of Freedom Is High

A Day and a Few Hours Later -

“Mm!” I exclaimed out in pain as the paddle once again made sharp contact with my butt.

“Quiet!” DJ barked.

I buried my head into the bed as far as possible, and wished the pain away.

I had slept by myself last night downstairs on the couch, to be awoken by DJ around 6 in the morning. He fixed us all a quick breakfast, and before I knew it I was downstairs receiving my first lesson in pain, spanking.

DJ would actually do it, and Michael was in the background critiquing me on every little move or sound I made.

There was plenty to be critiqued on, at least according to Michael.

“Stop, stop, stop!” I cried out in pain, as the paddle came down once more.

“What number was that?” DJ asked.

“I don’t know.” I whined, feeling the heat spread on my bottom.

“Fine then we stop and start over.” DJ told me.

“Okay.” I whispered.

“We’ll give you a bit of time to regroup, get dressed and come upstairs.” DJ instructed.

I nodded my head, and they both left and went upstairs.

Slowly I walked my hands back and sat on my legs. After I managed to get myself back together and somewhat get a hold on the searing pain in my ass I stood up and slid on my bra and underwear.

The fabric rubbed against my raw skin, and it burned making me hiss in pain.

If this was what I had to endure for my ‘test’ I was so screwed. Minute by minute I was beginning to miss and want to be back with Chris and the others. I couldn’t wait for the second I left this house, and I’d never have to see DJ or Michael again.

“Bella, get up here!” DJ screamed.

I sighed, that moment was not coming fast enough.

“I’m coming!” I yelled back.

I made a quick run up the stairs and made my way back to the lounge room with Michael and DJ.

“About time.” Dj chuckled.

“Fuck you.” I stated in the most monotone voice I could manage.

“It’d be smart to not start up Bella.” DJ told me.

“Whatever.” I grumbled under my breath, taking a seat on the butterfly chair towards the corner of the room.

“You did incredibly bad.” DJ said.

“Yeah, I know. I’m sorry I’m not used to being spanked by a paddle.” I replied.

“You’re going to want to learn if you want to get out of here.” Michael told me.

“I’ll be fine, don’t worry.” I comforted him.

“We’ll see about that.” DJ countered

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1 ½ Hours Later

“Ready?” Michael asked.

“No.” I replied.

“Good, get into position.” DJ commanded me.

Sullenly I got myself up onto the bed, and on all fours.

The pain was still there from before, and I knew by the end of this it would be even worse.

“Let’s go over the rules again. First off, you’re not to make any noise, we’ll continue if you do but that will lead to later consequence, you’re to keep this position, and you count every stroke out loud or we start over. There will be 50 in total.” DJ told me.

Fuck.

He carefully slipped off my thin pair of underwear, and before I knew it the unfortunately familiar sting of the paddle hit my butt.

“Mmh - one.” I groaned out.

Time passed, I continued to count, and my ass stung like a bitch and I could only imagine how red it was.

“50.” I gasped out, trying to catch my breath.

My arms collapsed out from underneath me, and my body fell flat against the bed.

“Not bad.” DJ ‘congratulated’ me.

“You have to do a lot better than that if you want to leave.” Michael told me.

I just groaned out in response, I was too beat to even attempt and argue with him.

“Just relax for a bit and one of us will come and get you a little bit later.” DJ said.

I nodded my head, acknowledging him.

They left, and I was left on the bed to my own devices.

My mind was swimming, my body felt like it was floating in space, and time seemed to speed by and also slowly crawl on at the same time.

Thankfully the pain started to become more of a numb sting in my butt, and it became a bit more bearable.

“Bella?” Michael called, coming back down after a few hours.

“Still here.” I croaked.

“How are you feeling?” He wondered.

“It’s getting better, but it really, really hurt.” I told him.

“Mission accomplished.” Michael said with a smile.

“Whatever.”

“We’re going to go upstairs in my room, okay?” Michael stated.

“Mm-hm.” I replied.

I went to stand up, but my feet buckled a little bit.

Michael quickly ran over to me and caught me before I hit the ground.

“Easy there.” He laughed, setting me down stability on the ground.

“Thanks.” I muttered.

He brought me upstairs, and straight into his bedroom.

“One last little lesson in pain and then you can go to bed.” Michael informed me.

“Is it worse than the spanking?” I asked.

“Lay down.” Michael told me.

Well, there was the answer to that.

I lied down, and watched as Michael grabbed a small silver box.

My curiosity started to get to the best of me, but as he pulled the object out of the box my eyes widened and I started to freak out.

“No, that’s not happening, so you can go and fuck off.” I said.

In his hand was a small scalpel like thing.

This was not going to happen.

“It’s pain training Bella, that means there’s a bit of pain involved, but there’s a chance you’ll end up liking it.” Michael replied.

“Not happening.” I stated.

“Fine then I guess DJ and I will just keep you around for a bit longer. The others wouldn’t mind, they could come and visit for a bit. How does 6 months sound, hell even better we could keep you here for a full year. Imagine the fun we could have.” Michael whispered in my ear.

“You wouldn’t.” I said.

“Try me.” Michael snapped.

I shut up, the look in his eyes told me he was not joking, I could not run the risk of staying here longer than I needed.

I just had to close my eyes, and imagine better things.

“If you don’t like it I won’t ever do it again, no one will.” Michael said.

“Promise?” I wondered.

“Promise.” He stated.

He set the thing down, and kneeled over me.

His lips attacked mine with what could only be described as lust, and his fingers tangled into my hair.

He grinded his hips against mine, and created the slightest amount of friction that I shamefully will admit got me a bit wet down there.

As my mind was stuck on that I felt a small slice below my clavicle.

“Stop it.” I stated.

“Mm-mm. Relax, you might actually like this.” Michael told me.

Yeah, and Kuza and I were going to get married, move into a house with a white picket fence, and have twins.

That was as likely to happen as me enjoying this.

I felt another small slice on the other side of my body, and I closed my eyes.

Did it hurt?

Kind of.

That wasn’t the issue though. This was such an intimate and terrifying experience, and it showed to me exactly where I was in the chain of command with all of these guys.

After the fourth slice to my body Michael finally gave up, and realized that I wasn’t about to give in.

“That’s not ever going to fucking happen again.” I told him.

“That’s fair, the lesson was learned.” Michael replied.

He put the utensil back in the box, and it felt like a weight was lifted off of my shoulder.

“Good.” I said.

He turned everything off except for the string lights, that were bordering the ceiling, and came into bed and cuddled up next to me.

“The bleeding has already stopped.” Michael stated.

“Oh wow, did you know that it would’ve stopped a lot faster if you wouldn’t have fucking cut me?” I asked him, still a bit pissed off.

He smirked, I should’ve know that wouldn’t have bothered him.

“Will you tell my why you gave in?” Michael questioned me.

“I just want to leave here, even if it means going back to the others. I need to get out of here before I fully lose my mind, and sense of right and wrong.” I admitted.

“If you had a choice of leaving Chris and the other’s house for a week to go and live with your mom again or leaving here and never seeing me or your family and friends, to go and live with Chris and the others, what would you choose?” Michael asked me.

I thought about it for a while, and came up with my answer.

“I’d want to leave here and go to live with Chris and the others.” I replied.

“May I ask why?” Michael wondered.

“I couldn’t bear going to my family and friends, knowing that I’d have to leave them again. When I get out, I’ll stay out and I’ll be free. I’d kill myself before I came back to this hell.” I responded.

“Sorry to bust your hopes and dreams but you’re not getting out.” Michael told me.

I turned around and looked at him, now with a smirk on my face.

“Karma has a funny way of biting people in the ass.” I stated.

Without waiting for his reaction, I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

Notes

Karma does have a way of getting around, how exactly will it work.

Is it possible it could get both Bella and the guys?

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