Tuesday, December 31st Pt. 2
“On my sixteenth birthday he called me into his office and gave me a box. Inside was a box of condoms and restraints. He explained that I was old enough to have sex and what the woman wants is irrelevant. His only rules were that they had to be delta level or greater, sixteen or older. He also told me that council law mandates hard physical punishment for the alpha’s children if they use their position in the pack to get a woman pregnant.”
“What did he do to you?” Kiara asks in shock as I have never reacted this way around her.
“It was six months later, a month after I broke up with my first girlfriend because she wanted to have sex and I didn’t, that I was called into his office. He showed me a positive pregnancy test. I told him I didn’t understand so he explained that Marissa was pregnant and it was my child. I argued that we broke up because I didn’t want sex but he said it didn’t matter. He grabbed my neck, dragged me to his desk and chained me to it. He went into his standard speech of how I was warned and I purposely defied him which was deserving of double punishment.”
I pause as I try to use Julius’s scent to orient myself to where I’m at.
“He removed my clothes before I received my age with the strap, then he turned it around and gave me my age with the buckle.”
It’s barely a whisper as I try to process the embarrassment of my reaction. I finally find myself pushing off of alpha and walking around the room.
“Was she pregnant?”
Dr. Joshua Stewart, the therapist Kiara and I have been working with, asks me gently. I can see the end of his phone poking out of his pocket. I have no doubts that he started recording before I entered the room.
“Marissa was pregnant but it wasn’t mine.”
“Was that it?” Julius asks. I’m certain he already knows the answer as I shake my head.
“Three months later I got called to his office again. When I reported he shoved an ultrasound picture in my face showing me a viable pregnancy. He instructed me to lose my clothes and lay across the desk. When I argued that it wasn’t mine he again grabbed me and chained me. Instead of double sixteen I received double twenty.”
“The same as before? First the strap then the buckle?”
“Yes sir.” I’m pacing erratic circles around the room as I talk. “I had started dating another lady around that time. She asked a lot of questions when I didn’t want to go on the date we had lined up and I ended up telling her of my dad’s punishment. I was stupid enough to trust her when I told the truth about what I was being punished over. Another four months pass and I’m single again for the same reason, I wasn’t ready for the responsibility that came with having sex.
Two months later, Marissa is nearing her due date when I get called into my dad’s office. Yet another pregnancy test is sitting there. I backed out of his office and took off. I left the pack house from the rear door nearest his office, shifted in mid jump and ran off into the woods. I don’t remember what day it was. I just remember staying out there three days before coming home early in the morning. I should have known by how easy it was to get into the house in wolf form that it was a set up but I was hungry, tired and dirty. I got to my room, shifted back to human and rummaged through my closet for the snacks I keep hidden. I snagged a strawberry breakfast bar before heading to my bathroom for a shower. It was oddly satisfying and I’m grateful now that I stopped small.”
I stop for a moment, taking several deep breaths before continuing in the completely silent room.
“I don’t know how long I was asleep but he charged into my room, grabbed me by my hair and dragged me screaming to his third floor office. Once there he told me to strip and lay cooperatively and he’ll be forgiving. I’m not certain why I was willing to challenge him but I argued with him. Told him I was not accepting punishment for their lies. He grabbed me, slammed me into the desk and chained me. He said that three days ago he was going to combine my third round of punishment for getting Marissa pregnant with Veronica’s newly disclosed pregnancy. She too is claiming that it’s mine.
I fought the chains and screamed at him that I didn’t touch either of them. He waited until I was quiet before explaining my sentence. He had decided that he was breaking up my punishment into six rounds spaced half an hour apart. I would receive my age plus three for the three days I was gone. First three rounds would be the strap end, two rounds would be a wooden paddle and the last would be the buckle. He made the statement that I needed to learn not to run from my punishments but to meet them head on like a man. He started at 2:30 in the morning and I was released after the last round was completed shortly after five. It was a struggle to move for over a week and somehow found myself thinking about Cole. How could he handle this, at just eleven years old, better than me.
My best friend Amos, his father, is a doctor. They managed to sneak me some Vicodin as Mr. Johnston was concerned after I described the beating that he had fractured my tailbone. Unfortunately after such beatings you are expected to go without medical care so he wasn’t able to confirm his concern. Two weeks later Marissa had her baby and I was healed enough to accompany my dad to the hospital. He explained that because I vehemently denied the child as mine I was only there for the paternity test. Two days later it was zero probability that he was mine. Just like Marissa, I went through two more beatings over Veronica’s pregnancy. Once the baby was born it was confirmed not mine. I didn’t date again until I was twenty.
Ava was a virgin like me. We dated six months before we had sex and the first several dates that concluded that way were protected. I enjoyed sex so much that I got careless. After two months of protected sex I started forgetting about half the time. Three months later she was pregnant. All pregnancies have to be reported to my father. She waited until she was four months pregnant to tell him.”
I stop as I try to reign myself in. I suddenly feel very numb which is not a feeling I can cope with.
“She told me later that she had hoped to spare me one of the many beatings that I get when someone claims they are pregnant by me and she actually did. What I wasn’t aware of was the reason behind the paternity test. I still received three beatings for it. This time I was given a choice. Take forty with the strap like a man, which is defined as no fighting, no restraints and no screaming. Grunts were acceptable but you could not cry out or scream. The catch was if I broke any of the rules involved in being a man my count started over with me being restrained to the desk and split half strap, half buckle.”
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