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"Fuck you," she angrily said. "Fuck you and Leo. Let me the fuck down from this!"

"No can do, Sweets," Leo said. "You trashed your room and you knew you shouldn't have. You've been cursing and being rude so now it's time for your punishment."

She moved her head and glared at Leo this time. They shouldn't have made the room so perfect for her. That was uncalled for and she wasn't expecting it.

"You can't fucking do this!" she yelled.

"We can and we are," Oliver said calmly. "You need this. You may not know it right now, but you need this, and you need us to show that you won't get away with breaking your rules or other naughty behavior."

Hedda leaned her head forward and spat on him.

"Fuck you and what you fucking think I need!" she yelled. "You piece of shit. Let me down from here."

Oliver slowly wiped away her spit on his face and looked back at her. No emotion showed and she swallowed. Shit. She shouldn't have done that.

CHAPTER TEN

HEDDA

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Leo rummaging through the chest. What was he looking for? A twig of fear coursed through her body as he continued to look. Oliver was still right in front of her, looking at her with no emotion on his face.

She had messed up but there was no going back now. She had done what she had done and now she lived with the consequences. No matter how much she didn't want them or didn't think she deserved them.

She was angry at both of them but maybe she had taken things too far when she spat on him. It wasn't nice to spit on people and Hedda knew that, but it was in the heat of the moment.

They knew what they were doing to her, she just had a feeling that they did, and she didn't like it. Did they know they were making her feel so vulnerable? Did they know that or were they oblivious to it?

Hedda had no doubt they heard the panic in her voice as Oliver pulled her up in the air.

"Ah," Leo said. "Gotcha."

She tried to turn her head more and look at Leo, but his body was blocking whatever he was picking up. What was he picking up?

"My trusty paddle," Oliver said. "Great minds think alike."

Her eyes went wide as she looked at the wooden paddle Leo handed to Oliver. What was he going to do with that?

"No!" she yelled. "You have no right to use that on me."

Leo walked over and stood right in front of her. He gripped her chin.

"You gave us consent before the incident happened. You told us that if anything happened and you weren't taking care of yourself to take over," Leo calmly said. "That's what we are doing right now. We're taking over. You've been naughty and need to be punished. You won't get away with your naughty behavior anymore."

She glared at him. "The fuck I won't. You won't punish me for it. You two are pansies and won't do anything."

Leo sighed and shook his head.

"You've already gotten some spankings for cursing and spitting at Oliver," Leo said. "You're about to get your second for trashing the room, cursing, and spitting on Oliver again."

"Fuck off."

"At some point you're going to tell us what happened to make you like this," Oliver said, walking back into her sights.

He was gently hitting the paddle against his hand. She flinched as the sound of skinhitting the paddle rang throughout the room. Hedda knew he wasn't doing it hard and the sound was horrible.

"Fucking never," she spat out.

She was never going to tell them what happened.

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