Demi just laid on my chest as she traced the tattoos scattered on my arms. We're supposed to get up and get ready for school, but it's just not happening.

"Is your normal hair naturally brown, or is it died to match your wolf's coat?" Demi looked up at me with curiosity.

"It's natural. It smells like wet dog whenever I'm in the rain though." I laced our fingers together.

"I like it. When you're in the sun it shines and I love it." Demi played with a random strand of my hair. "But you're right, you do smell like wet dog after you've been in the rain." She teased.

"People smell weird in the rain too. They just can't smell themselves or each other." I shrugged.

"What do I smell like in the rain?" She looked up at me with her eyebrows furrowed.

"I haven't seen you in the rain before. You've dealt with me in the rain numerous of times because of football, but I don't know about you."

She nodded her head before sitting up and stretching. "Time to get up babe." She patted my leg and I groaned in annoyance.

"I don't want to go to school today." I rolled over and pulled the blankets over me.

"I'm sorry, I don't remember giving you the option to stay in today?" Demi's voice held authority, and it took everything in me to stay in bed. "I swear to god if I have to count I'm going to turn your ass purple. Get up Harlow." She growled lowly.

My body was trying to get me to follow her orders, but I'm in the mood to test her.

The blankets were ripped off of me, and soon my pants and underwear. Without warning she rained hell on my ass.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I promise I'll get up and be good. I'm sorry." I begged her as she continued. I lost count at twenty.

"I. Told. You. To. Get. Up." Each word had a smack to come with it. "I am not in the mood today my little wolf."

"I'm sorry Mistress. I'll get up and be good." I whimpered as she continued to spank me.

"Oh I know you will be." She let out a chuckle as she grabbed something from her bedside table. I heard it hit her hand and I knew exactly what it was. The fucking paddle.

I yelled in pain and squeezed my eyes shut in attempt to keep my tears in.

She hit me time after time in the same spot till I couldn't take it anymore.

"Red! Red! Fucking red!" I sobbed into the pillow and heard the paddle hit the floor.

Demi mumbled a low "shit" as my body trembled in pain. Flashbacks threatened to enter my mind since it was so abrupt and in the morning. Fuck the mornings were the worst.

"Red red red." I whimpered as my body continued to tremble.

"I know baby. I know. I'm sorry. This shouldn't of happened like this. This was unstructured and uncalled for on my half. I'm sorry." Demi sighed to herself, pure disappointment in herself laced in her voice.

My hands balled up as much of the sheets they could get as the stinging still surged through me. It felt as if she was still raising hell on my ass.

The feeling of the cold lotion both soothed me and made me flinch at the sudden change in temperature. She was careful while rubbing it in, making sure to not press too hard. "I'll let you stay in bed for five more minutes for the pain to simmer down some. You did good baby, so good for me." She pressed her lips to my back in a few places which made me relax.

A content smile spread across my lips.

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I couldn't sit down without being in pain. I've been hovering in my seats if I'm not allowed to stand.

"Miss Rouge, can you please answer number ten for me?" The bitch ass hoe of a history teacher asked me with a smug smirk. I fucking hate that cock waffle.

"I don't know. What is it? America? The Pope?" I rolled my eyes.

"No, the answer is rice, Harlow. The answer is rice." He sighed as he realized his mistake once the class started to laugh their asses off.

"Why in the hell are we learning about rice in fucking history?" I looked at him as if he was turning green.

"We're going over Egypt again. We've been going over it since last Wednesday." He turned back to the board before writing more notes on it.

Bitch, there is a computer right there. Just fucking type it up. Then just maybe, I'll be able read whatever the fuck you're writing fucking ass hat.

Oh I'm in a mood today. My ass hurts. My head hurts. I didn't get to sleep in.

It's a load of shit.

"Miss Lovato, may I go home?" I asked Demi as soon as I got to gym.

"No Harlow." Demi sighed as she shook her head with a smile, looking down for a second to regain her composure. "Go stretch out and get ready to play dodgeball." She shot me a quick wink.

I sighed before trotting to my spot on the floor. I don't want to play dodgeball. I want a nap and cuddles, but that isn't going to happen till after football tonight which makes me pissy. My ass hurts too, so I'm extra pissy.

Demi blew the whistle for us to start playing, but I stayed back which made everyone look at me funny. I'm not in a competitive mood today. Fuck y'all and the horse you rode in on.

"Harlow, play the game!" Demi yelled from across the gym and I flinched.

My ass literally cannot take another beating. My stomach can take some hits, but my ass is a different story. I sighed before catching a ball that was thrown at me and then chucking it at someone else. It ended up hitting him in the face, but that's what you get for wearing glasses to gym.

Demi had a very pissed off look on her face as she watched me, and only me.

I caught another ball before chucking it at someone else, hitting them in the stomach and they doubled over in pain. Stop being over dramatic. It's full of foam and a small pebble of rock in the middle to give it some weight.

Was I using my wolf strength? Yes, but do I care? Hell no.

Stop before match gets even more pissed.

'I thought you left.' I internally groaned as I caught another ball over my shoulder as I was trotting back a bit so the balls I threw didn't hurt as bad.

Why would I? I'm here to keep you in check.

'Don't worry about that. Demi has that very well taken care of.' I threw another ball and it hit someone in the throat. Oops. I was aiming for his chest because of the god awful fake gold necklace he always wears. Maybe if I broke it he wouldn't wear it anymore. It overly complements his egotistical attitude and I hate it.

"Harlow Rouge! Come here right now!" Demi yelled from across the gym and I froze in my spot.

Way to go dumbass.

"Now!" I walked over with my head down in both shame and submission, but the class can't tell that it's me submitting. For all they know I'm hiding a smirk on my lips.

I took a deep breath.

"You guys keep playing. Just please don't kill each other." Demi spoke loud enough for everyone to hear before taking me by the arm and dragging me into her office. Once she locked the door I knew I was in deep shit. "What the fuck is your problem Harlow?" Demi spoke in an overly calm voice. Oh fuck. Not the calm voice. Fucking hell.

"When I'm in pain I get pissy, and I use my strength." I mumbled and looked down at my lap as I played with my fingers.

"But why are you in pain?" She continued the calm voice, making me visibly shake in fear. Stop slipping into submissive headspace damnit.

"Because I didn't follow your instructions, and still didn't follow them when you gave me warnings."

"I won't beat your ass because that'll cause more pain than I would ever want to give to you, so take off your shirt and lay down on the bench." Demi reached into her desk drawer and pulled out a thin stick. It isn't a cane, but it definitely has the same look and probably the same amount of pain. Please don't slip up and find it pleasurable Harlow. "I'll give you five since I have to get back out there soon." Demi lightly smacked it on her hand a few times as I quickly slid my shirt over my head and laid facing up on the bench.

She reared back and brought the cane down on my bare stomach. "One, thank you Mistress." I'm slipping and I cannot stop myself.

I opened my eyes to see a smirk on her lips before she brought the cane down on my stomach again.

"Two, thank you Mistress." I bit my lip to keep myself from yelping in pain, but also moaning.

"If you get loud I'm going to hit you twice as hard." Demi growled and brought it down three more times and I was definitely turned on. "Stay in here till I come back in to get you. Put your shirt back on too. Don't you dare touch yourself." Demi put the cane-like stick back in her desk drawer before heading back out of her office.

I'm in deep shit. Nothing about the situation I'm in is good.