Chapter 12 – Violet’s Job Offer

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It took an eternity for Molly to return, excruciating silence zoning my attention to the pain in my backside.  Gabe stood in front of me, lost in his thoughts, and Toby glared in my direction as I laid still naked over the arm of the recliner.  When I couldn’t take the discomfort anymore, I dared ask, “Yo… what’s in your briefcase?” 

His voice was almost bored.  “You’ll see when I show you.”

My eyes rolled, though I should’ve expected that response.  Gabe always kept me out of the loop, knowing my curiosity gets me into more trouble.  It was one of his favorite torture tactics.  

Before my sass came out, Toby cleared his throat.  “I need to say something.”

I grimaced as Gabe moved out of the way, allowing Toby to clomp towards me, frown and furrowed brows so exaggerated that it reminded me of a red-faced emoji.  

“You have no idea how frustrating this is.”

“Listen..”

“No, you listen,” he snapped so firmly that my mouth clamped shut.  “Molly begged me every night to come over, but I trusted you were fine.  Know why?  Because you fucking promised me.  Remember that?”

Instead of nodding in submission as I should have, I snorted and went to smart off to him.  

But Toby interrupted.  “This isn’t a game, Violeta.  It’s real life.  And you’re this close to pushing me away for the last time.”  He held up his fingers to demonstrate, prompting me to cower in shame.  “Your drug dependence and self-destruction affect more than just you.  We’ve reached out to help, but you’ve refused and frankly, acted like a bitch.”

“Gee, thanks,” I muttered.

“You’re an exceptional friend, Vi — dependable, fair, hard-working, determined… I could go on.  It’s disappointing that you didn’t let us return the favor.”

My vision blurred and I swallowed back the guilty lump that’d crept up with Toby’s words.  “I’m sorry,” I murmured in a solemn voice.  Tears slipped down my cheeks and I looked directly at him to show I meant it.  “I started spiraling… I couldn’t get out of my head…”

“When you spiral, I’m the person you call.”  He leaned over me, our noses inches apart.  Like mine, his eyes were pooling over, though he was doing a much better job maintaining composure.  “If I can’t help you out of addictions the old-fashioned way, then we’ll travel, solve crimes, protest something.”

“You know how it is… I couldn’t convince myself…”  Before I finished my thought, Molly sauntered back in with Gabe’s briefcase in one hand, large wooden school paddle in the other.  As she gave him the items, any focus I’d had on Toby was now being placed on trying to escape punishment from that piece of wood.  Eyes widened, I begged, “No… Gabe… Don’t…”

“You’ve earned this, Young Lady.”

I glanced at Toby, who had backed away, and he shook his head at me.  “I agree.  You did this to yourself.  It could’ve been prevented.”

“Please,” I pleaded.

Gabe now tapped the paddle to his palm and grinned in approval at the thickness.  “Would either of you care to have a turn?”

I expected them both to decline so when Molly nodded, my eyes widened in dismay.  “Wait, what?!  You’re not supposed to spank me!”

“You’ve been such a brat all week, and then yesterday at paintball…” she said, trailing off as she pulled her thick hair into a ponytail before taking the implement back from Gabe.  “I wasn’t planning to, but your attitude has been awful.  If the roles were reversed, I’m sure you’d do the same for me.”

“No, I wouldn’t!”

She walked behind me and rested the wood on my bare bottom, provoking a blush.  Molly had never punished me before, only gave playful spankings while drunk or at a party.  Her live-and-let-live demeanor mostly kept us free of conflict, so it’s easy to forget she’s technically a switch.  “If I’m annoyed enough to spank you, it must be serious.”  

A heavy pit crept into my stomach, Toby and Gabe’s disappointment ringing through my head with Molly’s words.  But a warmth washed over me, too — they haven’t given up on me after all the havoc I’ve brought over the years… they genuinely care… like a real family.

Without warning, my roommate lifted the paddle and crashed it against my bottom, not letting me breathe before popping it down again, and then again and again.  

“Owwwww, what the fuck, Mollyyyy!” I whined, kicking my feet up.  “Holy shit…. Owww!  I didn’t… ay!… expect you to hit so hard!”  

“Quit your bitchin’ and take your paddlin’!” she responded, whacking my sit spot.

“Fuck!  That hurts!” I yelped, reaching back.

“Toby, grab her hands please,” Molly ordered.

He obeyed, seizing my wrists before I could snatch them away.  “Why are you being so bossy!?” I whined, struggling to free myself from Toby’s grip.

Molly swatted me again.  “Because you’ve needed this for days!”  And another swat landed.  “Haven’t you?” Then another.

The uneasy butterflies stirred in my tummy again, so I buried my face into the chair cushion and tried to stay still while she walloped me with the awful paddle.  Even though it wasn’t as harsh as Gabe, my stocky, moderately athletic amiga gave an adequate beating.  By the time she finished, a smoldering fire had reignited and I’d squeezed out a few more tears.

“Thank you,” Molly told Gabe as she passed him the paddle.  “That was very therapeutic.”

“Glad you enjoyed it,” I sneered.

“Oh, I did.  And will do it again if needed,” she half-teased, ruffling my hair as Toby released his grip on me. 

I sniffled and dried my eyes.  Part of me carried false hope that the punishment was over, but in the depths of my mind, I knew I hadn’t been fully tamed yet.

“Get up,” Gabe ordered, using the wooden object to point to a spot in the middle of the room.  

“C’mon, haven’t I had enough?” I whined with the last bit of fight left in me.

“Nope, you haven’t.  Up.  Now.”

With an annoyed sigh, I rolled off the chair and stomped to the center of everyone.  I faced them at first, caressing the sting out of my posterior.  

“Turn around, bend over, hands on the floor.”  Gabe slapped the paddle against his palm and I flinched, dreading his forceful swing.  It was in my best interest to comply without protest.

“Damn, bro, so bossy,” I murmured with an eye roll, turning to face the wall when I felt my hair being jerked back.

“I’m not your ‘bro’,” Gabe growled into my ear, still clutching my tangly locks.  “Call me that again and see what happens.”

I had to bite my tongue to not respond with, sure, bro!  Gabe sensed my smartass comment and released me, offering a slight nudge to get me moving.  With a grumble, I leaned over, fingers stretching to my calves.

The paddle tapped on my ass.  “I said the floor.”

“But I’m not that flexible, Sir.”  I looked over my shoulder to see him smirking.

“Then you know what you have to do,” and patted my thigh.

A blush spread across my cheeks.  Humiliation was key in our dynamic, but it’d been a while since I’d submitted to this kind of torture, so surrendering wasn’t easy.  

Gabe was prepared, though, because he lifted the implement and swung it to crack against my ass with a loud POP!  I screeched and stood up straight, hands flying to my butt to rub out the sting.  Eyebrows raised and paddle over his shoulder like a bat, Gabe said, “Get into position.”

Nose scrunched up in frustration, I bent back over, this time parting my legs and reaching for the ground, hyper-aware that my most intimate parts were exposed for everyone to see.  Tears stung my eyes, and my face was more flushed than ever, from my chin to the tips of my ears.  Toby’s sigh reminded me again that they were present, watching everything.

The paddle rested against my bottom again as I sucked in a deep breath, fingers scraping the wooden floor, eyelids closed.  “I should give you ten thousand licks for racking up so much debt,” Gabe scolded.  “After the last beating you received for this bullshit, I thought you’d learned your lesson.”

“Well, it was a while ago…”  A swat came crashing down, almost knocking me over.  I shrieked, teeth clenched to prevent myself from saying more.

“I didn’t ask for your comments, Young Lady.”  He whacked me again and I rocked forward.  “The physical suffering wasn’t very memorable, so perhaps the shame of getting spanked in front of a crowd will drive the lesson home.”

Out of habit, I growled and went to roar, fuck off!  But luckily before I opened my mouth, Gabe slammed the wooden object against my butt three times.  It hurt so much that I couldn’t keep still.

“Spread your legs wider.  I want your palms flat.”

Biting my lip, I stifled a grumble and obeyed his orders.  My muscles burned along with my scorching ass and the nagging sensation of being watched.  I peeled an eye open to look at the upside-down image of my three friends.  Molly chewed on her fingernail, squirming a little and avoiding eye contact.  Toby’s arms stayed folded and his brows furrowed in disappointment.  And Gabe was standing as if he were in the batter’s box, ready to knock a home run.

He caught me staring and shot me a serious look.  “This shit won’t happen again, am I clear?”  The paddle propped on my bum again. “Drugs, SWAT! gambling, SWAT! fucking around with those hoodlums, SWAT! self-destruction, SWAT!…”

Each blow made me wince and howl, but I stayed in position, attempting to keep myself together.  “Owwwwww!!  Fuck okay Gabe I get the point!!!”

“Acting like a spoiled brat, SWAT!  staying out all night, SWAT!  making excuses for your terrible behavior, SWAT!

I bit my lip so hard that I thought it’d start bleeding.  The pain was becoming unbearable and being lectured by Gabe with the others watching was equally agonizing.  

“Am I missing anything?” Another swat landed and I let out a shriek, on the verge of uncontrollable tears.  

“Being a shitty friend,” Toby added and Gabe followed up with a SWAT!  “And breaking promises.”  With that next SWAT! I choked on the knot in my throat and my nose tingled. And the following SWAT! shook tears out of me, causing me to squat, covering my bottom from receiving more.

“I’m sorry!  Please, no more…” I cried, body shaking.  

“Back into position.”  His firm and authoritative voice normally made me rebel, but I’d been humiliated into submission.  I wiped my face with the back of my hand and stood, straightening my jelly legs, flattening my trembling fingers to the floor, and sticking my raspberry-colored butt up to be paddled more.  “You will get your shit together, Young Lady.  First by making a list of debts and goals that we’ll go over tomorrow.”  

Before I thought about arguing, the next SWAT! landed, then followed up quickly with another.  “Yes!!  I’ll do it!! Please stop…” I pleaded, only to be met with another SWAT! and bawling even harder.  Consumed by my sobs, I didn’t notice that Gabe had discarded the paddle until he grabbed my hair to lift me into a standing position, much more gentle than earlier.

Hiccuping, I dared open my wet eyes to see his firm expression.  “Go apologize,” he ordered in a low voice, releasing me and nodding at Molly and Toby.

Fingers massaging my tender cheeks, I tiptoed to my two friends and sputtered out a sincere offering of remorse, accepting a hug from each before Gabe asked for privacy, closing the door behind them.   

“Get dressed and tidy up,” he ordered, throwing me clothes he’d dug out of his briefcase.

Having been properly disciplined, I felt obedient enough to not question his orders.  Instead, I unfolded what he’d given me:  a plaid purple skirt and white tank-top, with boring white bikini panties to match.  The attire Gabe likes me to wear when I’m being his “advisee” or whatever.  A symbol of peace signaling that he wanted to work together again.

I slipped the shirt over my head.  The spaghetti straps fell onto my shoulders and the cotton slid down my belly.  Then I stepped into the panties and skirt and started cleaning while he sorted through folders from his briefcase.

Sniffling, I worked on my chore, still emotional but keeping a light-hearted vibe.  When I bent over to pick trash off the floor, I teasingly showed off my red bottom.  If he wasn’t paying attention, I’d playfully back up towards him until he’d swat me away. It was comforting to joke with him again, and also nice that by the end, Vic’s room was spotless, no clothes, food, or litter left.

When I finished, Gabe had me perch on a god-awful uncomfortable stool while he sat before me on the recliner.  “I have a job for you.  My client was framed and is confident this is the woman who did it,” he said, shaking the folder.  “If you agree to take on the case, I’ll hire you as a consultant investigator with a ten thousand dollar signing bonus.”  

Mouth dropped, I nearly fell off my stool.  “What’s the catch?  Why me?”

“Everything must remain confidential, am I clear?”  He thrust out his hand.

I indulged him with an official handshake, broadening my shoulders in confidence.  “My lips are sealed, but something’s sketchy.”

“Winters isn’t likable and has a shady past, but he’s not a murderer.”

“Is that the big pharma guy?  Barf, what a tool.  Are you sure he’s innocent?”

Gabe narrowed his eyes.  “Days before the allegations, Winters received a call from this woman claiming that she’d ruin his life and career.  You can read details in the interview transcript.  What we’ve kept off the record is that she was a consenting minor when they met.  I knew you’d understand their situation better than anyone.”  

I chewed on my lower lip and agreed, ignoring the flashbacks from my teenage years.  “They’re in the lifestyle too, right?”

He nodded as the file closed. “I’ll give you till morning to look it over and decide.”  Then placed it in my hands.  “If I find out you snort any of that shit again, I will break this paddle on your ass, am I clear?”

The sudden change in tone forced me to make eye contact again.  He wasn’t kidding.  “Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl,” he said with a smirk, shut his briefcase and stood.  “Show me we can trust you.  That determines how our next conversation will go.”

“Of course you can trust me.  And I’ll solve this case.”

He gave my shoulder a squeeze and showed a weak smile.  “I should’ve stayed in touch these last few years.” His version of an apology. 

Not that mine was better:  “You had a right to be pissed.  Me lying to you was not cool.” 

He nodded.  “It’s in the past.  I’m glad Molly called me.  But don’t let this shit happen again.” 

“Yes, Sir.”

I stared at the door after he left, then glanced at the folder.  Excitement poked my chest.  The legal clinic had been my favorite job so far, even though the pay was shitty.  I loved the euphoria that came with contributing to a win for my team, and the rush of creatively twisting information to use against my enemies.  

But Gabe’s law firm is different.  His bougie clients want intel to screw over their workers and the public without getting sued.  My salary would be easily three times greater than my last job. Which is awesome… but wouldn’t working in the corporate world make me a sellout? 

Curiosity, though. I can’t help myself. 

The manilla folder blew open, and I peered at the first page.  It was Gabe’s handwriting scribbled on a loose-leaf sheet of paper: 

“Little Pattie Cake” AKA Patricia Cook

Professional Con Artist

DOB ~1997

Met dark web ~2013

D/s long-distance (Chicago), monthly in-person

6 months later, theft and blackmail

Phoned April 2018, see attached bill

 

I thumbed to the next set of documents:  a clamped-together packet of the conversation between Gabe and Winters.  Skimming through the dialogue confirmed my suspicion of corporate douchery… and this ‘pattie cake’ girl must have been superb at keeping patience to follow through her con.  I had a slight admiration for her.  

Glancing at the time, I heaved a sigh.  My nose was already itching.  The pain in my ass kept me grounded, though, and the case seemed interesting.  So instead of folding to my urges, I dug my laptop out of the backpack I’d tossed aside a few nights ago.  Putting up the proper firewalls gave me a headache, but once I hid my activity and started digging up info, the adrenaline rush made me forget all about it.  

First was her account on FetLife.

LittlePattieCake

21F – Little

Orientation:  heteroflexible

Is looking for:  someone to play with

About me:  Write me to find out 😉 Discreet and serious inquiries only.


She had thousands of followers, obviously because of the sexy profile pic.  It was taken from the ground peeking up her teeny sky-blue skirt at the outline of her curvy white bottom.  She had on black combat boots, fishnet thigh highs, and a midriff shirt that cut off right below her nipples, so you could see her under-boob.  But the photo was cropped at her shoulders.  Well, who needs a face when you have all that?

I clicked on the link to check out the rest of her images.  She had hundreds of photos, many that showed off her curves in different poses or attire.  There was a nice pic of her familiarly seductive sapphire eyes, and plenty of her pink bum, but none gave off any identifying information.  When I tried to run some of them through a photo recognition database, it yielded no results.

Surprisingly, the young con artist had covered her tracks well.  I failed at figuring out her password or uncovering info on other social media platforms.  Even the video clips I found didn’t give any clues. 

So I spent the next few hours researching similar cases, looking for patterns to connect Pattie and Winters.  It was like trying to find the needle in a haystack but kept me entertained enough to mute my desire for drugs and parties.  

By 1am I’d identified a half-dozen potential leads and allowed a genuine smile to stretch across my face, satisfied to accomplish something worthwhile again.  Maybe working for Gabe again will be fun.  

It was too late for a phone call, so I typed out a text message:  I want the job.  Tell me a time to meet and discuss case.

As I clicked send my tummy growled, reminding me I’d not eaten lately.  Not that my stomach had been willing to digest anything since I woke, but now it was angry and demanding.  So I tossed my phone aside and pushed open the bedroom door to discover the kitchen light on and Molly inside, giggling.  She was up having munchies.

What I hadn’t expected was for her to be chatting on FaceTime with Vic, who saw me as soon as I poked my head in.  “What’s up, sis?  You’ve been ignoring my messages.” 

I gave an innocent look and waved, evading the question by opening the fridge. 

“She’s been hard at work since Gabe beat her ass.”

“Oh geez, can’t you shut up about it already?”

My brother’s half-laugh grated at my nerves.  “Well, I’m glad he took care of it. I owe him one.”

“He said he owed you, so you’re even.”  I pulled out a nearly-expired little yogurt drink, and sat next to Molly, wincing at the burn of my earlier punishment.  

“Is that all you’re eating?”

“Ughhh, see what I have to put up with?”  I popped the aluminum and took a shot of the liquid.  “She needs to mind her own business.  First blabbing to Gabe, now tryin’ to tell me what to eat.”  I chugged the last swig and gave an exaggerated eye roll, then smiled at my friend.

“Well, I’m glad she’s in your business because apparently you need someone to smack sense into you.”

“Oh, fuck off.”

Molly giggled and gifted me a slice of her pizza, taking back control of the conversation.  “Anyway, Vic was telling me about the story he’s working on.”

My brother nodded, his long, emo-style hair falling in front of his eyes.  “Yeah, the cops and la migra down here are horrendous, so there’s a non-profit that helps unaccompanied minors in the detention center.  You’d be surprised how many kids go to court without a lawyer, and most of them have legit asylum cases without even realizing it.  I could see you in a job like that someday.  You’ve got the passion.”  He rambled on about the lawyers he’d met and it prompted second thoughts about my new gig.  

Do I really want to support assholes like Winters who work to fuck over my people?  The money is legit and better than dealing, but at what cost?

When we’d devoured Molly’s pizza and Vic started dozing off, we exchanged goodbyes, promising to video chat more often.  As Molly was about to hang up, my brother halted her.  “Hermanita… one last thing.  Listen…”  He shifted uncomfortably in his seat.  “Financially I’m okay now… I know I didn’t have money when you were growing up, but now it’s different.  And you’d never ask because that’s not how you roll… but if you need funds… that’s what I’m here for.  We’re fam.  So if the job with Gabe doesn’t work out, no worries, I got you.  Just please, use this experience as an opportunity to start over.  Figure out where you’re going in life and genuinely who you want to be as a person, then live by that.  I just want to see you happy.  And this concludes my TED talk,” he said with a chuckle and wave.

“Thanks, reverend,” I teased, then smiled at Molly, pleasantly surprised she hadn’t told him all the gory details of my transgressions.  “And thanks to you, too… I mean it.”

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8 thoughts on “Chapter 12 – Violet’s Job Offer

  1. imagine not having notifications for new stories up…. couldn’t be me. i liked this! excited for the next one as always

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  2. thank you! 😀 I really like Gabe, too… I’ve worked some on a series about his and Violet’s relationship back in the day. who knows how long that will take me to finish, but it’s something else to look forward to! haha

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