You Look Just Like Your Sister

by Rachel Burns

  “Because I didn’t correct you when you thought I was Ashton.” She hoped pointing out that he’d assumed something that wasn’t true would make him realize that he was partly guilty too.

  “Are you blaming me for your deceit?” He looked at her face to see how she would react.

  Elise looked away from him.

  “Same question. I’d like a better answer this time.”

  “You’re mad because I let you believe that I was Ashton, a woman your own age and not a kid.” It hurt her to call herself a kid, but she knew that was how he saw her.

  “Why was that wrong?”

  “Because if you’d had all the information you needed, you would have been able to make better decisions.”

  Derrick nodded at her answer. It summed up how he felt; if he’d had more information, he would have acted differently.

  A vision of him saying goodbye to her outside of the diner went through his head. He would have wanted to ask her out on another date if it had ended there.

  Would they have dated for a couple of years and then married when she was done with school if he’d known the truth?

  He doubted it. He would have eventually met someone and fallen in love.

  Now he would never meet that special someone, and if he did, he wouldn’t be able to do anything about it because he would have Elise.

  This was like an arranged marriage. They would either learn to love one another, or they wouldn’t.

  “Come over my lap.”

  Elise looked at him unsure for a moment. Then she leaned towards him, placing her hands on his left leg. She turned her body, so her bottom was up, facing him.

  “Bend your arms.”

  Elise’s shoulder was leaning against his chest. She bent her arms, lowering her upper body over his knees. She stopped before her breasts pushed into his knee.

  Derrick could feel how stiff she was. She was nervous and scared. Good, he thought. He’d teach her not to play with him. He laid his hand on the back of her thigh and glided the back of her dress up, uncovering her rump.

  Derrick looked away. She was an extremely beautiful woman, the kind that most men dreamed about. He wanted to cup and caress her hind cheeks. It was difficult not to remember the last time they were together in his bed.

  Back then, he believed magical things had happened in here. When he woke up alone, he’d been heartbroken. He told himself that Ashton was shy, and that she needed extra love to be able to believe that he loved her, and that had been why she'd left.

  Would that feeling of love ever come back?

  Derrick lifted up his right hand and let it crack down on her. Instantly, her skin turned pink. Her cheeks wiggled and then settle back into place.

  He smacked her again. His eyes were fixed on his target. He gave her several more smacks before he remembered why he was doing this. This wasn’t a game to turn him on. She’d done something unforgivable.

  At first, Elise had been afraid. Once the spanking had started, she still didn’t know what to think. It felt warm and uncomfortable when he hit, but a second later the pain was gone.

  She felt her nipples harden. She hoped he wouldn’t notice. He wanted to punish her, and now, it was turning her on. If he knew that, it would lower his opinion of her even further. This could only be some pregnancy hormonal thing, but he wouldn’t understand. She didn’t understand it either.

  “You stood there and let me call you Ashton and make passes at you without saying a thing for hours on end. You were practically a minor.”

  “I’m sorry, sir.” Elise wanted to sound contrite. She didn’t want him to know that she felt this wasn’t that bad, and she got to be close to him.

  She dreamt about a hug as the spanking went on.

  It would be wonderful to have him wrap his arms around her and hug her. She dreamed he would tell her that he loved her again, like he had before he knew who she was.

  Derrick gained speed and smacked harder. “And then you had your father tell me the truth instead of facing your own mistakes. You weren’t even man enough to do it yourself. Can you imagine how embarrassing it was for me to hear from my boss that I had gotten his teenage daughter pregnant? It was the worst moment in my life.”

  “I’m sorry about that.” Maybe she should have told him herself? The guilt that she already felt was gaining on intensity. She was a rotten person.

  “Quiet, I’m spanking you. You’re to be silent and take it.” Derrick cupped his hand a little and spanked her harder, going from one cheek to the other.

  Elise noticed the difference. She felt a heat build.

  Derrick felt her bottom tense up. This was getting harder for her to take. It was working. “You saw me almost every day. You could have, and you should have said something. It was cruel not to tell me sooner.”

  His hand was stinging her. Each spank felt like a hornet was stinging her. How had he managed to change the intensity so suddenly?

  “I’ll never be able to believe you when you tell me something. You’re branded in my head as a liar. We’ll never be able to trust each other. I won’t be a proud husband who can think highly of his wife. You ruined that for me and for yourself. The foundation of our marriage is deceit and distrust. I doubt I’ll ever be able to have faith in you and what you tell me. You’ve damned us both to being miserable because of what you did.”

  Derrick didn’t exactly believe what he was saying. He hoped his words would make her strive to improve herself. He wanted a happy marriage, although, it didn’t seem likely to happen in the near future.

  He spanked her harder and faster, igniting a fire wherever his hand landed.

  Elise, on the other hand, believed every word he said. There was no hope for their marriage. She started to cry. Her face was wet, and her nose started to run. Her shoulders were shaking, and he must know she was crying even if he couldn’t see her face. He would know that she wasn’t a tough person. He liked take-charge women, like Ashton, and Elise could never be like Ashton for very long.

  Derrick noticed that Elise was crying. He wasn’t sure how long he needed to spank her. His anger wasn’t anywhere near spent, but he had a lifetime to punish her.

  He looked at his clock, deciding to spank on for another minute, so she had a good burn to remind her that he was no pushover.

  Derrick was satisfied with the redness of her soft rump, so he lowered his aim and got her on her sweet spot.

  Her head shot back, and she pushed her arms straight, like she wanted to get up.

  “Get back into position,” Derrick barked.

  Elise whimpered and lowered herself into position. Derrick looked at the clock again. The minute would first start now.

  He spanked the back of her thighs while she kicked and squirmed.

  It was getting hard for Elise to breathe. She was panting and trying to keep her feet down, knowing if she kicked him he would be very angry with her. Well, better said: even angrier with her.

  Derrick turned his head back and forth between the clock and Elise’s backside. It was time to stop. He lifted his hand back and swung it like a bat to give a memorable last blow.

  Her whole body jumped, and she yelped out in pain.

  Derrick told himself he would have to remember that technique.

  Elise wasn’t sure if the spanking was over or not. Now that he’d stopped hitting she was quickly recovering.

  Derrick helped Elise sit up, so she was beside him again. He didn’t know what to say to her. He’d wanted to punish her a little harder to really make her sorry for the things she’d done, but today was their wedding day, supposedly a special day. For him it wasn’t special, but Mr. Montfort had been clear that Elise had a crush on him. She may even be pleased with this match.

  He got up and left the room without looking at her face, wanting to save the kid the shame of it, and figuring she needed to cry in peace.

  Derrick went into the living room and looked in the crib. Patrick was sound asleep. He was an adorable baby. Derri
ck promised himself he would love him as if nothing had happened.

  Tomorrow would mark a new day, a new starting point for Elise and him. He would push his feelings to the side, and the slate would be clean, even though he felt a need to punish Elise more for what she had done.

  It was up to him to make this marriage work because he was the man of their little family.

  Derrick heard Elise in the bathroom. He decided to go to bed and leave her alone. She would join him in bed once she worked up the courage to do so.

  Elise washed her face and looked at herself in the mirror. As she examined her face, she wondered why she’d gotten so wet while he spanked her. It had been odd. Why would she like getting spanked?

  She was completely messed up. No wonder Derrick wanted to save her soul.

  She heard him go back into his bedroom. Elise took the chance and went out to the living room to get her pajamas.

  She peeked at Patrick, sleeping soundly in his new home. He never slept when she laid him down to sleep. He would cry and demand to be fed. She had to carefully lay him down after he fell asleep in her arms.

  Elise went back into the bathroom and locked the door. She didn’t want him to come in while she was changing her clothes.

  When she finished brushing her teeth, she went back to Patrick to check on him. She turned the light out in the living room and noticed the light was also out in Derrick’s room.

  What did that mean? Where was she supposed to sleep?

  Elise stood stupidly at the foot of Patrick’s bed. It was dark out, but she could see the city lights that made things look like Christmas, even when it wasn’t.

  She bowed her head and prayed, apologizing to God for all the terrible things she was capable of doing as she did every night before she went to bed.

  Then she talked to her mother in whispers, telling her what had happened that day. Again, this was her custom. “I got married today, mom. We cut the cake together, like people do in movies. That was really nice. It was a small cake with pink roses on it. It hadn’t paid to get a larger one because we hardly had any guests. Derrick didn’t invite anyone from his side. Ashton and Dad were our witnesses.

  “We baptized Patrick too. He cried when the pastor held him, and he looked mad about the water. He was so surprised by the water that he stopped crying.

  “Derrick announced he wanted Patty and I to move in with him. So here we are. I hurt Derrick’s feelings with the things I did. I guess it would be putting it mildly to say that he doesn’t like me.

  “He sees me as the little kid that I still am. I can’t fool him anymore. What I did was so awful. I still can’t believe I did something like that. I hate myself for it. Derrick will never forgive me either. But it seems that he wants Patrick to be part of his life. I’m sure he’ll be a good father. That’s what matters, right?”

  Elise saw a couple of blankets next to the couch. She assumed he’d put them there for her. She opened one and laid it over the couch.

  Elise lay down, regretting she hadn’t brought her pillow with her as she covered herself up with the other blanket.

  With time she fell asleep.

  Chapter 21 – An Uncomfortable Sunday

  Derrick woke up and looked beside him. Again her half of the bed was empty. This time it looked like she hadn’t even slept in the bed. The bed was still made up on Elise’s side.

  This was turning into a bad routine.

  Had she called her father to come get them? Mr. Montfort wouldn’t be pleased to hear that Derrick had spanked his daughter.

  Derrick had often asked himself if he would have married Elise if she hadn’t been his boss’s daughter. Derrick probably wouldn’t have been in a hurry. He would have taken time to get to know her a little better beforehand.

  This way he felt he had to marry her, and that he had to do it quickly, or he would lose his job.

  Maybe he would get fired for spanking her.

  At the moment he didn’t care. It wasn’t like he loved her, but he would insist on his rights to Patrick.

  Derrick got up and went to the bathroom. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Elise sitting on the sofa. “Good morning.”

  “Good morning, sir,” she answered him, respectfully.

  He noticed she was feeding the baby. Elise had decided to breastfeed. That had surprised him because she could have nannies feeding him a bottle while she slept.

  Derrick turned away from her and closed the bathroom door.

  She was still here. That had to be a good sign. He saw that she had a blanket thrown over the sofa, and that she and Patrick were covered up with another blanket.

  Had she been up with the baby all night?

  Derrick didn’t hear Patrick at all in the night.

  Had Elise taken care of the baby, so he could sleep?

  That spanking had probably worked wonders.

  Elise was still on the sofa holding the baby. Derrick decided to cook and tell Elise how he wanted things done.

  He scrambled some eggs, adding ham and cheese the way he liked it. Then he wondered if she liked her eggs that way.

  “Breakfast,” he called out to her, laying their plates on the table.

  Elise got up and went to Derrick. She was still holding Patrick in her arms.

  Derrick sat down and looked at her. She was sitting in the same chair as last time.

  How was she going to eat while holding the baby, he wondered.

  “Do you want coffee?” Elise asked him. She had made him coffee last time.

  “Maybe later.” He’d given them each a glass of orange juice. “I want to recap what we talked about yesterday. This isn’t going to be me waiting on you. I go to work, earn the money we need, and you stay home with Patrick. You won’t be giving Patrick to anyone. There will not be any nannies or babysitters. You’re going to raise him personally.”

  The way he said that sounded like a threat, but Elise hadn’t wanted to let a stranger touch Patrick and hold him anyway.

  “You’ll cook and clean. I’ll give you two hundred dollars tomorrow morning. You should go shopping with it and buy food for the rest of the month. Shop wisely so it lasts. You may not under any circumstance ask your father or sister for money. In fact, I want you to go get your purse and bring it here.”

  Elise got up and went over to her suitcase. She balanced Patrick on her left arm and opened the suitcase with her right hand.

  “I also want you to unpack your things. I expect you to keep everything neat.”

  He sounded like a school director at the beginning of the year, warning his students to behave.

  Elise brought him her purse.

  He opened it and dumped the contents onto the table. He picked up her wallet and pulled out her credit cards. “No more living off of your dad. I forbid it.”

  He saw she had about fifty dollars in cash, which he left be. It would have felt like he was stealing to take it from her. He certainly wasn’t going to live off of her money.

  Derrick had finished eating, so he took the credit cards and left her. He had no idea what to say to her, and he felt so uncomfortable in his own home.

  Derrick lay down in his bed and picked up the book that was lying on his nightstand. He was on page twenty. The book had been lying there for a couple of months. He preferred to watch a movie in the evening. The voices coming from the TV gave him a feeling he wasn’t alone, so he hadn’t been reading regularly.

  Derrick read the whole book. It was late when he finished, already dark. He closed the book and got up. He stretched and went out to see what his wife was doing.

  This was a very depressing honeymoon.

  He found Elise sitting on the sofa again. She was holding the baby.

  Did she plan to sit around for their entire marriage?

  Elise hadn’t known what to do all day. He wanted her to unpack, but he hadn’t said where her things should go.

  “What did you do all day?” Derrick asked.

  “I figured you would come o
ut and tell me where I could put my things. I was waiting for you.”

  “Put your things in the bedroom,” he said letting her know he thought that was obvious.

  Elise got up and very carefully laid Patrick into his crib.

  He immediately started to cry. He always did that when she tried to lay him down.

  She picked him up and rocked him again. She could feel Derrick’s eyes on her.

  “Why didn’t you call me for lunch?” Derrick asked her.

  “I honestly can’t cook. I didn’t want to ruin good food.”

  “You better learn how by tomorrow.”

  Elise rolled her eyes and paced up and down with Patrick. She was asking herself what she ever saw in him.

  “Aren’t you going to unpack?”

  “Patrick cries every time I lay him down.”

  Derrick shook his head and sighed. “Give him to me.” He held out his arms for the baby.

  Elise stepped close to Derrick, telling herself that Derrick had the right to hold his own son. Deep down she liked that Patrick loved her the most.

  She picked up her suitcases and carried them into the bedroom. She could hear Patrick crying and Derrick talking to him.

  Elise hurried, putting away her things very quickly and returning to Patrick.

  Patrick had stopped crying in the meantime. Still, Elise held her arms out, so she could take him.

  “I’ve got him. You can make something for supper.” Derrick was grinning from ear to ear. Elise looked scared to have to cook a meal. “Go on.” He was enjoying this.

  Elise went into the kitchen and stood there for a moment while Derrick watched her. Then she opened the cupboards and looked for something.

  At her house they called for somebody and then told them what they wanted, and then they got it. Elise hadn’t been allowed to bother anyone in the kitchen. She would have been considered to be in the way.

  Elise looked into the refrigerator and pushed things around. Then she looked into the freezer.

  “Could you tell me what you want to eat?” she asked. Instead of watching her, he could be helpful and give her clear instructions.