Page 69 of Spider Demon's Kiss

“Or, Kuroi’s phone. Where’s that?”

“It’s…” I looked back at the guest bedroom wondering if I had left it in my pants pocket. “… In there.”

“Get it.”

Confused where he was going with this, I did what I was told. Taking small steps like the priests did in old kung fu movies, I retrieved my phone and returned. Dante scanned the room.

“Prop it up on the kitchen island. Vertically,” he directed.

Following his instructions, I leaned it against the fruit basket getting excited that he wanted to record this.

“Now, bend over so your face fills the screen.”

“What?”

“What was that?” Dante asked angered.

“What, sir?”

He calmed.

“You heard me.” He repeated it slowly. “Bend over so that your face fills the screen.”

I stared at Dante not sure what was going on. My beating heart slammed against my chest. Terror creeped into my thoughts, but I did as he said.

With my forearms flat on the counter and my stomach pressed against the edge, my cloak parted revealing my ass. Stepping behind me, he lightly brushed the leather against my naked skin. I thought he was about to let loose when he said,

“Now, facetime your sister,” he said in a low, dark voice.

I lay shocked. He couldn’t be serious. I wasn’t Kuroi. I was Shiro. And Yuki didn’t know anything about this side of me. She was naïve and innocent. I couldn’t call her like this.

“I said call Kuroi’s sister! You know the number, right?”

“Yes, sir,” I replied embarrassed for Shiro.

“Kuroi told you to do whatever I told you to, didn’t he?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Then do as I say and call Yuki now.”

I didn’t know what was going on, but I did it. I reached forward, called Yuki and prayed that she didn’t answer.

“Hello?” She said before jerking back at the site of Shiro filling the screen.

“Hello, my name is Shiro and I was told to call you.”

As soon as I said it, I felt the paddle connect with my bare ass harder than I could have ever have imagined. The sound was deafening. Hearing it, Yuki reacting in horror.

I was shocked at what was happening. I was embarrassed. In all of the years I had played these types of games, I had never experienced anything like this. But before I could react, I felt the paddle again.

Hearing the second, this time Yuki was calm. Her stoicism was back.

“Are you being disciplined, Shiro?” she asked as if asking me what I had had for breakfast.

“Yes, ma’am. I am.”

Dante let loose again. The sting was so intense my legs danced. Still, my face never left the screen.

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