Innocent Beginnings

Innocent Beginnings

By: Maggz

Disclaimer: I'm just a poor woman with and overactive imagination...

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Chapter 29: Trust Me, This Is Gonna Hurt Me More Than It Hurts You

So
So that’s how my attitude adjustment came about.


Sesshomaru was the catalyst, the instigator, the breaker of my heart.


Yet somehow, I’d developed more backbone this time around, for when Aunt Reika insisted I come down to see Sesshomaru the next morning after what would always be known in my mind as ‘the stupidity incident’, I blatantly refused. Nothing she could say or do would get me to open my bedroom door. Even when she threatened to call Uncle Ichi and have him remove my door for GOOD, I stayed put. I didn’t want to see Sesshomaru. Not now, possibly not EVER.


THIS time, I meant it!


Hearing his voice outside my door, I reached over to turn up the volume on my CD player and steadfastly ignored his pounding as well as his shouted threats. I hated him. I never wanted to see him again. EVER!


I meant it!


When the shadows on the wall grew longer and my belly started growling with hunger pains, only then did I peek outside the window and seeing that nobody was home, eased out the door and made my way down to the kitchen for some food. Making myself a sandwich, I searched the fridge for a can of Coke and finding it, took that, the sandwich and a bag of barbecue chips back up to my room. I’d spied the salt and vinegar ones right away but THIS time, I’d shoved them to the back of the cabinet and cursed Sesshomaru heartily as I did. I’d decided it was a habit worth breaking.


Locking my door firmly behind me, I walked over to my desk and turned on the computer, sitting the food down near me. When several message alerts popped up with Sesshomaru’s name attached, I joyously hit DELETE until all ten of them disappeared into thin air. I didn’t care what he had to say.


Not at all. Not EVER!


I scarfed down the food and finished the fizzy in seconds flat, cruising through my emails, when suddenly an excellent idea just popped into my brain!


Several days after Sesshomaru’d drug me out of The Met, I’d actually gone online and curious, found a website that offered fake ID’s. Figuring that one day in the near future I’d need it, I’d ordered myself one to be sent to Kohaku’s post and telling him to expect a personal mail of mine to be delivered to his box, anxiously awaited its arrival. Three days after I ordered it, Kohaku called to let me know that my mystery package had arrived. He’d brought it with him when he’d come to visit me that evening and even though he was terribly curious and asked me a hundred different questions about it, I never once gave in and answered them. I didn’t want him to EVER be implicated in anything I might decide to do that others would deem inappropriate behavior for me. He was my friend and I would never forgive myself if I hurt him or caused him problems in any way.


Soooo… my eventual road to ruin and downfall - as Sesshomaru still likes to call it-began.


I dressed much the same as I had the evening I’d went to The Met with Kohaku to watch his karaoke performance. Tight designer jeans that laced up the front, slinky little sparkly blouse that tied at my navel and lots of dark, dramatic makeup.


Grabbing my cell phone, I slipped out of the house and walked to the market up the street, ducking inside to ring for a cab. If anyone noticed my strange behavior, they didn’t let on. I waited, biting at my nails until I saw the cab pull up and quickly ran out, jumped in, and called out my destination to the driver.


When we pulled up, the place was already hopping. Cars lined the streets and the queue was so long that I figured I’d never get inside. Determined, I paid my fare and got out, taking my place in line as I fumbled in my purse for a pack of cigarettes. Pulling one out, I was pleasantly surprised to already find a lighter stuck underneath my nose and looking up, I caught the beautiful brown eyed gaze of Rico, the gorgeous hunk that Kohaku had pulled me away from the very first night I’d come here.


“Rin.”, he smiled dashingly as he flicked his thumb over the wheel of the lighter. Inhaling, I allowed him to touch the flame to the tip of my cigarette and turned my head, letting a puff of smoke escape through my pursed lips.


“Rico.”, I grinned back, tapping the ash toward the sidewalk.


“You remembered!”, he grinned, hooking an arm around my shoulders.


“Yeah. You’re name is unusual!”, I smiled, easing out from underneath his arm. Yeah, I wanted changes… but I wanted them to come slowly and at my own pace. This one might be a problem.


“So? Where’s your boyfriend? Or which one IS your boyfriend? The jerk who brought you here the other night and who, may I say, STANK at karaoke OR the asshole that stormed his way in here and drug you OUT. THAT was Sesshomaru Hara, right?”, he asked, chuckling at his own brilliance I was sure.


“Yeah, that was Sesshomaru and no, he’s not my boyfriend.”, I said, frowning as I took a long pull on my cigarette.


“So the other one?”, Rico asked, cocking his head sideways as he grinned at me. He WAS quite gorgeous and I was flattered that I seemed to be the envy of every girl that surrounded us.


“Maybe.”, I said making him laugh aloud.


“So will you dance with me tonight, chica?”, he asked, bracing himself against the wall as we waited for our turn to enter the club.


“Why not?”, I replied and got a wink in return.


Sooner than I thought, I was inside the club with no trouble at all from the bouncer. This time it was a different guy but nonetheless still an opposing looking dude. I swallowed nervously and prayed I looked cool as a cucumber on the outside as he peered at my ID then handed it back to me without so much as a second glance.


Relieved and ecstatic, I sauntered into the club and looked around, hoping I’d find some of Kohaku’s crowd there in the as yet unfamiliar sea of faces. It wasn’t long before Rico had found me once again and practically begging me, pulled me with him onto the packed dance floor. I soon found out he was an impressive dancer that liked to put the moves on as he led me around a tiny section of floor. More than once I had to reach down to slide his wandering hands back up to my waist and OFF my bum! He was good natured about it, though and I soon realized I was having a blast.


When the third song began, I felt a tap on my shoulder and turning around, happily found myself in Shippo’s arms.


“Hey man!”, Rico spoke from behind me. “She’s with me.”


“Uh. NO, Rico. I came alone, remember? Thanks for the dances, I enjoyed them. Maybe I’ll see you later. I need to talk to him.”, I said, indicating Shippo whose hand now firmly clasped my own.


“Ok, babe. Whatever you say.”, Rico smiled and with a wink, walked away only to be grabbed by a pair of gorgeous blondes that I’d saw eyeing him all evening.


“What aou dou doing here? Kohaku’s not here!”, Shippo spoke into my ear when the music started to blast away once again.


“No parking on the dance floor, man!”, a tall dark haired boy shouted over Shippo’s shoulder and sooner than I could blink, I found myself dancing with one of Kohaku’s best friends.


“Answer me, Dancing Queen!”, Shippo grinned, bumping and grinding his way across the floor so that I was forced to follow him. The boy had his own way of grooving and I soon realized I was just along for the ride.


“I came alone.”, I shouted when he grabbed my wrists and pulled me toward him.


“Bad girl, that!”, he commented in my ear as his hands slid to my waist. I heard the familiar strains of a popular love ballad and realized the dancing had now started to become a slow one.


“Bad? No! I just wanted to have a good time.”, I answered, surprised that Shippo could keep in step with a slow one. Remarkably, he was very good.


“But you got SO in trouble last time!”, he commented as he reached around me and twirled me like a ballerina. Giggling and impressed, I swung back into him and looked up into his face, happy that he’d been in residence at the club tonight. Suddenly I didn’t feel so horrible after all. I was having fun, I was dancing, I was with friends!


Soon afterward, I excused myself to go to the ladies’ room. Finishing up, I was standing at the sink fixing my makeup when a group of six girls burst into the room, giggling and shoving each other. Watching them in the mirror, I could’ve sworn I overheard something that at that moment made my blood run cold.


Slipping my compact back into my purse along with my tube of pearly pink lip gloss, I walked over to the group and waited for them to acknowledge me. Looking up from their conversation, two of the girls smiled and I asked the question I hoped would be answered to my satisfaction.


“’I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to eavesdrop on your conversation but did I overhear you say that, um… Sesshomaru Hara was here tonight?”, I asked.


“No problem. Everybody knows when he comes in anyway. He just walked in with that brunette chick on his arm. You know, the one he claims he doesn’t date?”, a heavy brunette laughed.


“She’s a real bitch!”, other one joined in.


I barely heard the rest of the conversation as I felt my heart drop to my toes. Sesshomaru was HERE???? Now??? Tonight???? With HER????


“Hey, are you ok?”, someone asked as I made my way to the door, intent on leaving once I got outside. I should’ve known that if my evening was going to be a major disaster, Sesshomaru had to be involved.


And everything had been going so well!!!


As luck would have it, Rico spotted me as soon as I started for the exit and grabbing my arm, hauled me against him in a fierce bear hug that squeezed the life out of me.


“Where you going so early?”, he slurred.


“Home. I’m sick. Let me go.”, I said, frantic now to get away. It wasn’t that I was afraid of Sesshomaru - though a huge part of me surely WAS. It was more the thought that I did NOT want to have to bear witness to the fact that he would take HER out so that the public could ogle them and brand them as a couple.


“Sick?”, Rico frowned and stepped back, tripping over his own two clumsy feet. All eyes within a twenty foot radius seemed to rest on the two of us and when I looked up I wasn‘t so surprised to find it was into the furious yet familiar amber eyed gaze of my Sesshomaru.


This time there was no slow build up. This time when he spotted me, he literally charged toward me like the taurean bull he was. I stilled myself for the thrashing I knew was coming and hoped to God that nobody was there to witness again what had happened between Sesshomaru and I the previous time I’d been drug home.


“Sonofabitch!”, he snarled, his upper lip curling as he hauled me to the tips of my toes and started with me toward the door.


“Hey man, she said you ain’t her boyfriend! I asked her!”, Rico stammered and I moaned as Sesshomaru shoved me toward the door before stalking back to take care of my now drunken dance partner.


Debating whether I should run while I still had the chance, I found myself glued to the spot I was standing in, watching as Sesshomaru leaned down to grab Rico and haul him to his feet. Twisting his shirt collar until he was choking, Sesshomaru pushed his face down into Rico’s and just stared at him, his chest heaving with anger.


I felt a shudder rip its way through my body and though it was primarily fear at the show of anger Sesshomaru had surging through his body, I also instantly recognized what the other thing was that was affecting me so strongly… arousal.


Damn, if he wasn’t even sexier when he was pissed off!


It was over before it even began with Rico. It seemed I had only blinked and he was in a heap on the floor. Several bouncers appeared and once they realized it was Sesshomaru they were dealing with, they assessed the situation and figured that it had to have been Rico’s fault - considering the drunken state he was in - AND since a few well placed witnesses that just happened to be friends of Sesshomaru’s were there to attest to it all, there was no fur dir discussion on the matter.


I edged closer to the door, backing my way there slowly as I watched Sesshomaru assure Security that things were settled now and that he was going to step outside for a bit. Surprised and afraid, I tried to prepare myself as I saw him move swiftly toward me once more, outwardly quite collected and calm. Yet when he came nose to nose with me, I could see the furor in his blazing golden eyes.


“I… FUCK!’”, he growled and grabbed my hand, dragging me along with him as he shoved his way past the curious onlookers and out the door. It had not escaped me, even in my current state of terror, that he hadn’t even glanced around to tell HEere ere he was going, what he was up to, or when he’d even be back. For some reason, that one fact delighted me and I hung onto it for all it was worth as he took me straight to his car. It was parked in the VIP section, which at the moment was very secluded and quiet. Relieved that nobody was around to witness the things I knew he was going to say, I was shocked and outraged when he suddenly pushed me over the hood of the car face first and started to whale away on my bottom. Smack after smack after smack the blows rained down until I thought I was surely bleeding. Breathing hard, he grabbed me by my waist and turned me toward him, ignoring the tears that ran copiously down my face as well as my sniffling nose.


“YOU have HAD it! I cannot believe after what we went through the last time this happened that you had the NERVE to come back to this place! I’m going to take you home, Rin. I’m going inside to tell Reika and Ichi what happened tonight, and then I’m going to find out where Kohaku lives and I’m going back there to wait on your boyfriend to whip his ass! Do you understand me!?”, he shouted, the veins in his neck standing out.


“He didn’t bring me.”, I whispered brokenly, the burn of his whipping still hot against the skin of my bum.


“Speak up, goddamnit!”, he shouted.


“I said, Kohaku didn’t bring me here! I came alone!”, I wailed.


“Fuck that! You think I believe that??? You passed that line of bull right over Reika and Ichi’s head the last time and like an idiot I let you get by with it when I fucking KNEW better! You forgot that I overheard Kohaku tell you that you were leaving with him because you CAME with him, didn’t you?”, he smiled but the smile wasn’t pretty this time. It was scary.


“He will never see you again, Rin. If I have to take you away myself, if I have to take you with me and hire my own fucking tutor for you, I’ll do it! If your family can’t control you, then I sure as hell WILL!”, he said, his face inches from my own.


“Don’t take me home!”, I begged, the tears falling harder now.


“I’m taking you home! Shut UP!”, he said, his fingers grabbing my chin to squeeze hard.


“You’re hurting me!”, I sobbed, trying to jerk my face from his grip.


“I’m not finished with you yet, Rin! Not by a long shot. You had that ass whipping coming and you know it. I’d be willing to bet my first million that you’ve NEVER had that soft, rosy, little bottom EVER spanked have you?”, he frowned.


“No.”, I whispered, wiping a hand across my face. I was so ashamed and embarrassed… so humiliated! He’d spanked me!! “You shouldn’t have done that!”, I said, not realizing I‘d blurted it out until I saw his face change once again.


“Excuse me?”, he hissed, reaching for my bicep to pull me up off the car and against him. “What did you say?”


“I… I said… I said you shouldn’t have done that. Whipped me. It’s not… you aren’t supposed to!!”, I yelped as he flipped me around and pressed me against the hood of his car once more. Before I had time to even react, he’d slid his hands to the front of my jeans and like the expert I’m very sure he was, unlaced them and jerked them to my knees. Totally beside myself now, I felt the second set of spankings begin to rain down even harder than the first had. The tiny lace thong I wore was no protection whatsoever for the hard slaps of his hand against my tender bottom.


“Stop, Sesshomaru! Stop!”, I cried as the pain became more than I could bear! When he finally let me go, I lay where he’d thrust me - flat upon the hood his car - and cried my eyes out. Never in my entire life had I been so openly humiliated. Never had I in my entire life gotten one little spanking from my mom or dad. Never had I felt such a failure yet so angry and hurt.


Strangely, after a few brief moments, I felt the soft touch of his palm against my bruised flesh and wincing, tried tve ave away from him.


“Pull your jeans up, Rin. Now.”, he said, his voice trembling. I did as he said, afraid not to obey. I didn’t think I could take another spanking from him tonight. Easing them over my hips, I fumbled with the lacings and started to cry again when I couldn’t get them together. When he’d ripped them from me, they’d loosened completely from their stays and I was shaking so badly that I couldn’t seem to get them back together again. My back to him, I fumbled some more until with a loud wail, I started to sob into my hands.


“God, Rin. What the hell is wrong with you? Can’t you even dress yourself?”, he asked, jerking me around toward him. I felt the brush of his fingers as he looped the lacings back together and tied them at the top and I shivered. “You did this, Rin Matsumoto. You caused all of it. I would never lay a hand to you otherwise but I will NOT tolerate you acting like this. I will not put up with you acting like a common whore whilst I’m away. I meant what I said, if you cannot be controlled at home, I will have no choice but to take you with me and let me tell you something - it would NOT be pretty!”, he said lowly.


“Now get your ass in the car and don’t speak to me the entire way home. You can talk as much as you want to when we get back to your house and you can start by telling Reika and Ichi exactly how you and your fucking BOYFRIEND planned it all THIS time!”, he said as he drug me around to the passenger side of the car and shoved me inside. As always, he bent over me and fastened my seatbelt, his face tense yet filled with something I couldn’t decipher.


All the way home, I tried my best to tell him that Kohaku had nothing to do with me getting in to The Met. I even tried to show him my fake ID but he wouldn’t listen and even threatened to stop alongside the road and administer another whipping if I insisted on running my mouth to him.


So without a choice in the matter, I let him take me home so that he could further humiliate me and come out smelling like a rose once again for being my ‘knight in shining ar.(© .