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“I expect you to follow my rules, so let’s get back to your punishment. You can pick which one out of two. Either I’m going to spank you ten times over my knee, or you can spend the entire day locked in your room without your phone. Your choice.”
Chapter Fifteen
Jasha
With his hands on his hips, Jasha stood , keeping himself from laughing as he considered the consequences of his actions. “I’ll take the spanking.”
“Let’s go to the spanking room.”
“Spanking room?” Jasha’s eyebrows shot up in surprise at the unexpected revelation of a special place for his choice of punishment.
“Just a room where I’ll discipline you. I don’t want to do this to you in a room we use.”
“Why not?” The idea of a special room didn’t sit well with Jasha. It conjured up all sorts of terrifying images in his mind. The spanking over a knee wasn’t scary, but the thought of entering a spanking room of horrors certainly was. As it was, his overactive imagination led him to see things others couldn’t even fathom.
“Because I don’t want you constantly replaying the memory of your punishment.”
“Aren’t you going to use your hand?” Before he scared himself to death, Jasha wanted to double-check to be sure.
“Yes. Don’t you trust me to do as I said I would? Follow me and keep quiet. Think about why you’re going to be punished.”
Jasha followed Kaleb through the dimly lit hallways, his footsteps echoing softly against the wooden floors. The house seemed to stretch endlessly, each corridor longer than the last. They reached the first flight of stairs, and Jasha hesitated for a moment, glancing up at the shadowy ascent.
“Are you sure we need to go up there?” Jasha asked.
Kaleb turned to him with a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry, Jasha. It’s just an attic. There’s nothing to be afraid of.”
Jasha nodded, though his heart still pounded in his chest. He swore scaring him on the way to the attic was part of the punishment. He had never been to any attic before, and the thought of what might lurk up there sent goose bumps over his skin. They climbed the second flight of stairs, the creaking steps adding to the eerie atmosphere.
“Do you think there could be…ghosts?” Jasha whispered, trying to keep his voice steady.
Kaleb laughed. “Ghosts? In my house? I don’t think so. But if there were, I’d protect you.”
Jasha managed a tiny smile at Kaleb’s words, feeling a bit more at ease. They continued up the second flight of stairs, the air growing cooler as they ascended. The long hallways seemed to close in around them, and Jasha couldn’t shake the feeling that they were being watched.
“Kaleb, what if we find something up there?” Jasha asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Kaleb paused and looked back at him, his expression serious. “Then we’ll face it together. You’re not alone, Jasha.”
Jasha took a deep breath, drawing strength from Kaleb’s confidence. They reached the third flight of stairs, and Jasha’s legs felt heavy with both anticipation and fear. The door to the attic loomed ahead, slightly ajar, as if inviting them in.
“Ready?” Kaleb asked, his hand resting on the doorknob.
Jasha nodded, his heart racing. “Ready.”
When Kaleb pushed the door open, Jasha could hear the creaking of the rusty hinges, adding to the sense of nervous anticipation, but knowing with Kaleb by his side, he could face anything. Jasha was expecting to see a spanking dungeon filled with paddles and belts. His imagination ran wild, conjuring up vivid images and horrific scenarios.
As Jasha stepped into the attic, the air grew cooler and carried a faint scent of aged wood and dust. The walls, once painted a pale yellow, had faded over the years. The floorboards, uneven and worn, creaked under their weight, each step echoing through the quiet space. Boxes of various sizes were stacked haphazardly, some labeled with dates, and others left to the imagination. An antique trunk, its leather straps brittle, held something from the past.
In one corner, an antique rocking chair creaked gently, as if moved by an unseen hand. The faint light from a small round window casted eerie shadows.
“Wow, this place is huge,” Jasha whispered, his eyes wide with wonder and a hint of fear.
Kaleb nodded, stepping farther into the room. “Yeah, it’s like a time capsule. My family has been storing things up here for generations.”
Jasha’s gaze wandered to an old ornate mirror leaning against the wall. For a moment, he thought he saw a flicker of movement in its glass, but when he looked directly at it, there was nothing there.
“Did you see that?” Jasha asked.
