Tears pricked at Charlotte’s eyes, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
"Mika, you’re bullying ! Stop it! Stop it right now—!"
"No..." Mika finally spoke, his voice low and dangerous, his hand already rising for another strike as he went on to say, "You promised, Charlotte. Yesterday. You said you wouldn’t interfere. You said you’d stay out of it. But—"
SMACK!
"Ah! I—I did, but—!"
SMACK! SMACK!
"But what?" His hand ca down harder, the sound wetter now, her skin burning under his palm. "You promised. And yet here you are, again, sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong."
SMACK!
"Ow! Ow, Mika, please—! It hurts! I’m sorry, I just—I didn’t think you’d—!"
SMACK!
"Didn’t think I’d what?" Another strike, this one so hard her vision blurred for a second. "Didn’t think I’d hold you to your word? Didn’t think I’d make sure you learn?"
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Charlotte’s ass was on fire, the heat radiating up her spine, her thighs trembling as she tried to push herself up, to escape. But his other hand pressed firmly between her shoulder blades, pinning her in place.
Beside her, Yelena watched in stunned silence, her own breath hitching every ti Mika’s hand connected with Charlotte’s flesh. She wanted to say sothing, to do sothing—but the mory of his threats, the weight of her secret, kept her lips sealed.
She could only watch, helpless, as her daughter’s ass turned a deeper shade of red with each strike, the flesh jiggling, the sound of her sobs filling the air.
"You promised..." Mika repeated, his voice a growl, his hand coming down again...SMACK!
"No interfering. No butting in. And yet here you are, again, acting like you have any right to tell what to do."
SMACK!
"N-No! I-I had to! Mama was doing sothing wrong with you! There’s no way I can just leave that alon—!"
SMACK!
"I don’t care." He snarled, his voice dripping with disdain as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear. "I don’t care what you think about your mother and what you think she shouldn’t do, Charlotte."
His fingers dug into the soft, trembling flesh of her hip, his grip unyielding.
"In your eyes, Yelena is your mother—so untouchable, innocent figure you’ve put on a pedestal...But to ?" His voice dropped, dark and possessive, his lips brushing the shell of her ear as he spoke. "To , she’s a woman. A woman I love. A woman I want. And there’s nothing, nothing, you or anyone else can do to change that."
SMACK!
Charlotte cried out, her body jerking forward, tears streaming down her face. "Mika, you can’t—!"
SMACK!
"Especially you." He hissed, his hand coming down again, the sound echoing through the kitchen like a gunshot. "You cheeky little devil, always finding a way to butt in, always acting like you have any say in what happens between us."
His fingers then traced the heated skin of her ass, his touch almost gentle now, a cruel contrast to the violence of his strikes.
"But that ends now, as I’m not tolerating any more of that from."
"Isn’t that right, Charlotte?"
He then bent his head down, his lips close to her ear, his breath hot as he continued to say,
"You’ll never interfere again, right? No matter what I do—kiss her, suck her, or even fuck her right in front of you, you won’t do anything, right?"
Yelena’s eyes widened, a silent gasp escaping her as she registered the brutality of his threat.
Charlotte, however, did not imdiately agree. "No, Mika—I have to, I have to do sothing! That my mother we’re talking about, I can’t just—!"
SMACK!
The slap was hard, sharp.
"No, no...That’s not what I want to hear." Mika insisted, his voice hardening. "So, co on, tell , Charlotte. Be a good girl and tell you won’t do anything, right?"
He knew Charlotte well enough to understand that she wouldn’t give in so easily—not through fear or pleading. She was stubborn, fiery, and proud, and that made her unpredictable.
But Mika wasn’t without leverage. A faint, knowing smile touched his lips as he rembered the promise she’d made to him last night.
If reason wouldn’t work, then that would.
He decided to use it against her, fully aware that Charlotte, for all her defiance, would never go back on her word.
"You’ll agree especially since you wouldn’t dare break your promise, would you?"
He twisted the psychological knife.
"You know how I feel about people who break their promises to ." Mika continued, his voice lowering until it brushed against her thoughts. "You don’t want to be one of them, do you? You wouldn’t want to be soone who lies to ."
Hearing this, a look of terrible realization appeared on Charlotte’s face. Even though every moral instinct scread at her to stop what was happening, she couldn’t risk it.
She couldn’t risk Mika hating her, not after everything.
Finally, she looked back at him, her eyes glistening with tears.
"A-All right, Mika." She whispered, her voice barely audible. "All right. I won’t interfere. I’ll...I’ll keep up my end of the promise. I won’t do anything."
Mika’s lips curled into a satisfied smirk.
"That’s good." He murmured, his hand smoothing over the reddened flesh of her ass. "That’s very good."
Yelena’s breath hitched, her eyes widening in shock. She hadn’t expected Charlotte to give in only when the promise was brought up.
But Mika wasn’t satisfied yet. Not by a long shot.
"But still..." He murmured, his tone shifting from satisfaction to sothing far more sinister. "I want to make sure this lesson sticks, Charlotte. I want it burned into that pretty little mind of yours."
Before she could even take a breath, his hand ca down again—SMACK!—the sound sharp and brutal, the sting radiating through her flesh.
"If you interfere with us once again..."
He snarled, his hand raising and falling again—SMACK!—his voice a dark, rhythmic chant that matched the punishnt he was doling out.
"...If you butt in while I’m with Yelena..."
SMACK!
"...while I’m tasting her..."
SMACK!
"...while I’m sucking her..."
SMACK!
His words were filthy, each one designed to twist the knife deeper into her sha, as he continued.
"...If you dare to interrupt when I’m teaching your mother a lesson."
SMACK!
"...when I’m making her moan and when I’m making her beg, I’ll—"
"No, Mika, no! Please stop! I can’t listen anymore!"
Charlotte suddenly cried out, her voice breaking.
The pain was aching—but worse than that was the humiliation—the way his words painted such vivid, dirty pictures of her mother and him in her mind, the way her body betrayed her with a traitorous heat in her belly, so she decided to stop instantly.
"I won’t! I swear I won’t! Just please stop talking about my mother in such a way! Sucking and licking! Oh god, I can’t get rid of the image of the two of you doing all those things out of my mind right now!"
Mika finally stopped. He gazed at the distraught, tear-streaked face of Charlotte, at the humiliated slump of her shoulders, and at the throbbing redness of her exposed bottom.
He knew he had won.
The ssage was delivered, the promise was extracted, and her will to interfere had been completely shattered. He had her compliance.
A smirk of satisfaction played on his lips, but he also allowed a flicker of pity for having pushed her so hard.
"Good girl...Charlotte, good girl."
He murmured, his voice softening entirely, as he gently stroked the angry, hot skin of her ass with his thumb, bending down close to her ear.
"Here’s your reward for being such a good girl."
He then grabbed her head, tilting it up toward his, and gave her a deep and passionate kiss right on the lips.
Charlotte was utterly surprised—but the shock lasted only a second before she instantly responded.
"Mmm!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Slurp!♡~"
Her tongue eagerly t his, moving in and out with practiced familiarity. The humiliation she had just suffered seed to vanish the mont his mouth claid hers; this reward was everything she needed, and she accepted it without a trace of sha.
Yelena, still bent over the counter in her skimpy attire, watched in stunned silence. To see her daughter kissed so fiercely, so close to her own exposed body, was embarrassing and deeply unsettling.
Yet, she remained frozen, unable to intervene, simply watching the scene unfold.
Mika eventually broke the kiss. He looked down at Charlotte’s rear again, seeing it was quite red and swollen.
"I might have taken it a little too far in punishing you." He admitted, the tenderness in his voice genuine this ti. "You probably need so ice packs right now."
He straightened up and walked toward the freezer, opening it. A mont later, he frowned.
It was empty.
He looked over at Yelena, who was still staring wide-eyed at her daughter.
"Yelena." He said, his voice calm. "Where exactly are the ice packs?"
"It’s in the first floor, Mika!" She jerked and quickly replied. "It’s in the freezer on the first floor! In the kitchen over there."
"Alright." He said. "I’ll go and get that first aid now. You stay right there, Charlotte." He then looked back at Yelena, his smile carrying a new, firm authority. "You too, Yelena. If you move from the spot you’re in, you’ll also get a tight spanking."
Yelena imdiately nodded her head in a pitiful, compliant manner, while Mika then walked toward the stairs.
But thhe mont Mika’s footsteps began to fade on the stairs, Yelena instantly twisted her body around to look at her daughter with a concerned and worried expression.
After all the forceful spanking, Yelena was certain her daughter was in agony and would be groaning in pain.
"A-Are you alright, sweetheart?" Yelena whispered, her voice full of worry. "I’m so sorry Mika took it so hard. It probably hurts so much right now. Don’t worry, he’ll be right back with the ice."
But to Yelena’s utter shock and surprise, when Charlotte turned her head to look at her mother—there was no pain, sorrow, or sadness in her eyes.
Instead, her cheeks were simply flushed, and she looked at Yelena with casual bewildernt.
"What are you talking about, Mama?" Charlotte asked, utterly calm. "Who said I was in pain?"
"...Why are you talking like I just got beaten down or sothing? I’m completely alright."
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