I sigh sadly as I watch the coach drive away from the school with my boyfriend and my best friend on board. They said I have to wait until tonight to call them so that means I'm all alone until Marcus wakes up at about midday. What am I supposed to do now? Talk to other people?

"Cole McCall! Are you even listening to me?" The substitute teacher shouts from the front of the classroom.

"Of course I'm not," I reply smugly. Her face scrunches up like she's about to explode and I almost laugh.

"Get outside! I'll deal with you later," she says and I happily go outside the classroom. However, I don't stay there, I keep walking to the front of the school and go to leave.

"Where are you going?" Asks the receptionist.

"I've been sent home, my dad is waiting outside for me," I lie effortlessly. She nods and goes back to whatever she's writing. I light a cigarette and inhale the smoke angrily. Why did they have to go and leave me? I wonder if Marcus has woken up yet? Most likely not but I can still call and try. I take my phone out of my pocket and click on his name in my phone; Hot Stuff. It rings until I get to his voicemail.

"Fuck this!" I groan to myself and start walking home. All I need right now is a bottle of vodka and some time alone. I quickly walk home to change into normal clothes so I'm not suspected of skipping school and then make sure I've got my ID so I can buy the alcohol.

The guy at the shop doesn't even bat an eyelid when I buy the two bottles of vodka with a scowl on my face. I can't drink in the street so I make my way to the treehouse me and Lacey used to go to as kids. It's a little run down since we were last here but it'll do. I climb through the hatch and make myself comfy on the wooden floor. As I drink the clear bitter liquid, I scroll through my Instagram and like all the pictures of the models. After a while, the screen gets blurry and my head starts to spin. Have I finished the first bottle already? Well time to move on to the next one!

———

My head hurts. A lot. So does my left nipple. I pry my eyes open expecting to see brightness but it's night time. How long have I been out? I'm still drunk I think. As I sit up on the bench I'm laying on my head starts to spin and I lean forward to empty my stomach onto the grass. Where am I? It's so cold. Wait my nipple.

I pull my shirt up and see a small metal bar through my left nipple. It hurts like hell and I know Marcus is going to kill me. Oh shit. Marcus. I check my phone and see 13 missed calls and 43 messages from Marcus along with several others from Lucas, Joey, and Thomas. I take a deep breath and click on Marcus' name to call him back. My hands shake as I hold the phone up to my ear and it rings once.

"Where the hell are you? Are you okay?"

"I'm on a bench," I say quietly.

"Are you drunk?" He asks angrily. I might be a little slurry but I'm not drunk anymore!

"No! I'm not drunk! Maybe a little tipsy but not drunk! Nope..."

"Where are you? I'm coming to get you," Marcus asks in a scarily calm voice.

"I'm in a park, I think it's near the school," I reply sheepishly.

"I know where you are."

He hangs up and I look at the blank phone screen for a while before I finally put it away. On my right is two empty vodka bottles that I'll have to throw away before Marcus gets here and sees them. I drop them into the bin and then sit back down to wait. It's so cold. I start to shiver and I wish I brought a jacket with me.

Not long later, Marcus arrives.

"Cole!" He yells and I stand up. He pulls me into a tight hug and sighs. "Thank god you're okay."

"I'm sorry," I try but he stops me with a glare.

"You're in so much fucking trouble," he seethes and pushes me to the car by the back of my neck. He opens the door for me and I get into the passenger seat. I watch as he walks to the drivers side and buckles up.

"What was that? Why did you skip school then ignore me all day?" He asks once we are driving home.

"I don't know."

"Don't lie to me," he says and his voice sounds so deadly.

"I was upset because Nathan was gone and you were asleep," I say quietly.

"That's not good enough. You're mature enough now to last eight hours by yourself in school. If you had just waited until the end of the day you could be spending the night with me doing fun things but now you're getting punished," Marcus says. I turn away from him and pout. Eventually I get sick of him ignoring me so I reach my hand out to hold his in the middle but he pushes it away. I try again and he tells me to stop.

"Fine then I won't tell you about my new piercing," I grumble. As soon as I say the words I feel the atmosphere in the car get much colder.

"What?" Marcus growls.

"Sorry," I try but he glares at me.

"What did you get pierced?"

"My nipple," I answer and drop my head down in shame. He exhales angrily and doesn't say anything else for the rest of the car ride. When we get to his house he tells me to kneel in the corner. He lifts my shirt up to look at the piercing and sighs again. I have to watch as he slowly makes himself dinner and then eats it by himself at the dinner table. Every time I move from the position he put me in I get a firm command to move back and I do.

When he is finished eating, he puts a plate on the table and tells me to eat and then join him in his bedroom. I slink over to the table and sit down to eat the bolognese he made. It's really nice and seems to sober me up as I eat. By the end of the meal I feel terrible about what happened. I could have handled that so much better than I did. I was so stupid to get drunk like that. And getting my nipple pierced! What the fuck was I thinking?

I take my plate to the kitchen and wash it up to stall going upstairs to face my angry Dom. I stand at the bottom of the stairs and take a deep breath before walking up. I go into the bedroom and see Marcus sat on the bed. He looks at me and seems much calmer than he was before.

"Are you sober enough to be punished?" He asks seriously. I nod, feeling completely in control of my thoughts and actions. "In words Cole."

"I'm sober enough to be punished Sir," I say respectfully, knowing that when I get punished I have to follow the rules properly.

"Good, strip and sit on the chair," he says as he nods his head to the wooden chair. I take off all my clothes and sit down, making sure I keep my eyes lowered as a sign of respect for Marcus. He pulls my arms behind my back and ties them together with rope. My eyes widen when I see the cock cage he has in his hand.

"Please don't Sir," I beg. He kneels in front of me and makes me look at him.

"This is an important part of your punishment and is supposed to push your limits. But, if it is too much for you then safeword," he says seriously.

"You can put it on, I deserve it," I say.

"You promise you will safeword if it gets too much?" He asks.

"I promise sir."

He slips my limp member into the cock cage and locks it shut with a small key. It feels weird to have on because it's heavy and cold. Marcus sits on the bed and picks up his phone to call someone.

"Hey Nathan, sorry to bother you this late at night," he starts and I look at the clock on the wall to see it's half eleven at night! "But Cole's fucked up massively."

"..."

"He skipped school and got drunk by himself. Then he got a nipple piercing and ignored me for the whole day so I got worried."

"..."

"I'm punishing him now. I'll call you tomorrow morning to let you know how it goes, goodnight I love you."

"..."

Marcus hangs up the phone and puts it on the nightstand.

"He's very disappointed with you. So am I. What you did today was reckless and stupid and could have put you in a lot of danger. I planned for us to have sex tonight but that can't happen anymore," he says as he unbuttons his pants and slips them off. I watch as he slowly gets naked then sits on the bed so he's facing me.

"I'm sorry Sir," I say again.

"I know you are, but you've still got to be punished. Now I've got to take care of myself," he says as he starts jerking off in front of me. I notice it takes him a bit longer than usual to get hard and he doesn't seem to be enjoying it very much.

"Please let me help you Sir," I ask.

"No, you would enjoy that so it wouldn't be a punishment." He speeds up his hand as he moans. As he gets hotter and more riled up, I start to get hard in the cock cage which is a little painful. I whine and think about safewording but it's not enough for that yet. I keep looking at the clock and it takes ten minutes for Marcus to get close to cumming, by which point my dick really hurts in the cage.

"Fuck!" Marcus groans as he cums into his hand, the semen shooting onto his chest. He looks at me as he catches his breath and notices my problem down below. He stands up and unlocks the cage to release my sore member.

"Stay here," he says before going into the bathroom. He comes back with no cum on his chest and a tube of some cream with a plaster. He applies the cream to my nipple and explains it's antiseptic to make sure I don't get an infection. He sticks the plaster over the top to make sure the cream doesn't go everywhere then unties me. I hug him as soon as I can and start apologising again.

"It's okay, you're forgiven now. But I still need you to sleep by yourself tonight to finish the punishment," he says and I look at him sadly.

"Please let me stay with you daddy," I say as I rest my head against his chest.

"No sweetheart, you've got to finish your punishment," he says sternly. I nod and he takes me to brush my teeth before bed and then sends me to the guest bedroom.

"I'll see you in the morning sweetheart."

"Goodnight daddy, I love you," I say. He smiles and kisses my forehead.

"I love you too."

I go to the spare bedroom and slip under the comfortable covers. I'm so stupid! Why did I have to ruin everything like that? Now my daddies are both disappointed in me. I've fucked up. This is probably one of the stupidest things I've ever done. And it wasn't even worth it. All I got out of that is a probable hangover and a piercing. I asked for one before but they both said no, so what did I do? I did it anyways! Like an idiot!

I feel a tear fall down my face and I'm suddenly sobbing full force. I feel so useless. It's all my fault. I just want my daddy. I climb out of the bed and go to Marcus' bedroom. When I open the door I see him sit up in the dark.

"Pink," I say and another sob escapes my mouth.

"Come here sweetheart," he says and I quickly get into the bed with him and cuddle into his open arms. He lays down with me against his chest and rubs soothing circles against my back as I cry quietly.

"It's okay, you're forgiven. It's alright," he says to comfort me.

"I'm so sorry, I'm so stupid," I say.

"You're not stupid, you made a stupid mistake. There's a difference. And I know you've learnt your lesson."

"I have."

"Then that's good. Get some sleep and we can talk more in the morning. I love you."

"I love you too."