Chapter 4: Sneakily Preparing for His Birthday, but Getting Spanked

Since the day he slammed the door and walked out, Elena rarely saw him at home and the two had different routines.

Often Martino came home after Elena had fallen asleep, and the housekeeper gave him the usual report on Elena's day.

Elena started her classes before Martino got up to go to the office, not even a chance to take a look, but Elena found it very relaxing, waking up on time every day for breakfast, classes and revision, fulfilling and meaningful.

Martino in the company gloomy face has been a week, under the heart of the executives are taut a string, afraid of saying the wrong word will be rolled cover to get out, even Donatello in Martino in front of feel doubly stressed.

"Mrs Elena, today is Mr Martino's birthday, do you want to have dinner with him tonight? Do you want to have dinner with him together tonight?" The butler stood next to Elena and helped her with the dishes, the steamed sea bass that the chef had made at lunchtime was delicious, and in order to give Elena more protein, the butler shaved off the bones of the fish one by one and chucked the meat onto her plate.

"Um... His 28th birthday? How have you all spent it before?" Elena didn't have much experience with giving birthdays to the person being celebrated, after all, she didn't have many friends of her own.

The butler answered honestly, "Just the usual, nothing special." But isn't this a chance to make a gesture of goodwill, seeing as the two of you haven't spoken to each other in a week? The butler hints frantically, but Elena doesn't respond in kind, and just gorges herself on the delicacies in front of her.

Until she finished eating and left the table, Elena didn't say anything, she still attended class as usual, but all afternoon she was thinking about what kind of gift to prepare for Martino, but it didn't matter, she just didn't get full marks on every question.

"Why don't we finish today's lesson here, Coco take a rest and adjust your mind, none of these questions are too hard for you, don't be too nervous."

"Sorry teacher, I'll adjust my mind see you tomorrow." After saying that, she left her teacher behind and headed for the kitchen.

However Elena didn't realise that the teacher would report upwards truthfully about today's class and sooner or later it would reach Martino's ears.

The head chef saw Elena enter and hurriedly inquired, "Mrs Elena, are you hungry? What would you like to eat?"

"Not hungry, I want to make a cake, do you have the ingredients at home?"

"All the basic ingredients are there, see what flavour you want to make?" The head chef laid out the ingredients one by one on the counter.

"What flavour does your Mr Martino like?"

"Mr Martino?Mr Martino rarely eats sweets, these dessert type are for you."

Elena thought back carefully, she indeed had never seen him eat desserts, not even the dessert cupcakes, yangzhi ganache and the like after meals, "So... Make a matcha cake with less sugar, can I trouble you to guide me to do it?"

"Of course."

Elena and the head chef worked in the kitchen for two hours before they finally made the matcha cake and put it in the fridge to chill, "Tonight you will make another long life noodle, the other meals will be prepared normally, thank you."

"Mrs Elena you're welcome, it's what I should do."

It's evening, seeing that dinner time is approaching, Martino still hasn't come back as usual, Elena sitting on the sofa is a little anxious, "Butler, can you dial Martino's number for me?"

"Okay." Only to see the housekeeper dialled Martino's mobile phone with the landline of the house then handed the receiver to Elena.

"Hello?"

Martino's cold and low voice came from the receiver, after not hearing this voice for a whole week, she couldn't help but feel her heart beating a little faster, "Are you coming back for dinner tonight?"

Martino heard her enquiry, his eyebrows eased a lot, no longer like these days his eyebrows are almost twisted into a rope, his voice also has a temperature, "Something wrong?"

Elena, however, didn't hear it and said without any goodwill, "Nothing, if you're busy, forget it, I won't bother you."

Just as she was puffing to hang up his phone when she heard from the other end, "Come back to eat."

Immediately the knot in her heart dispersed, her tone rose with a few laughs and returned, "Good!"

"Butler, Martino said to come back for dinner tonight, so let's..." Discussing tonight's plans with the housekeeper.

Tonight's Elena is like a child who has hidden sweets, both vain and excited, surprisingly, she has a rare opportunity to clip a shrimp and put it into Martino's bowl, "Eat more."

Martino looked at the bowl of shrimp contemplation, this is not put drugs? So that she could escape by dazing herself? Or was she really showing her goodwill? How could she have grown so much in a week? But the teacher still said she was distracted in class this afternoon. That shrimp ended up being eaten by Martino anyway.

"Go to the study after dinner." Martino left the table after dinner.

Elena, who was still dawdling, saw him get up and walk away and pulled the butler over to murmur something in his ear.

Just as Elena walked into the study she heard Martino's question, "What happened this afternoon?" Elena looked over to Martino who was sitting in his usual study seat, the test he had done in the afternoon was sitting in front of him, all conspicuous by the red pen revisions.

Elena was confused by the question for a moment, she was thinking about chocolate, matcha, cheese, strawberry and black forest this afternoon, but she couldn't say that, so she had to admit her mistake, "I'm sorry." The whole back against the door panel, two small hands entwined and draped downwards.

"There are still a few days to go before the college entrance exam? What's the fuss? Absent-minded still thinking about that man?"

"No... Really." Elena was confronted by the questioning, her heart's aggravation surged up, flattened her small mouth but still didn't tell the original reason, "Come here."

Elena obediently walked to him, drooped her head, like a child who made a mistake in front of a parent, "Tell me, what's wrong."

Martino suddenly felt a little guilty about what he did the other day, sulking with a child who was about to take the entrance exam was childish enough. "I... I've been thinking about you all afternoon." Elena thought long and hard about the answer, and it wasn't the wrong one, thinking about what kind of cake would be good for him.

Hearing the answer Martino was flabbergasted, looking at the girl in front of him, a little thinner than when he first saw her, a pair of big aggravated eyes hanging on her white face, "Not studying? You just miss me?"

Elena heard this sentence after the face is red, this time and then change the discourse is not appropriate, just fixedly looked at him, Martino forcefully pulled over the girl's hand a small person pressed on his knees.

"Snap..."

"Umm... What are you doing!" Exasperated, Elena made a show of getting up, but Martino's long arms leaned around her waist and she couldn't move.

"Snap..."

"It's written in the training programme that you should pay attention to your lessons, and since you didn't do that there's naturally a punishment." Martino uttering those words did make Elena analyse that she was going to get a beating tonight no matter what she said, no reason made it count, wrong was wrong.

"Then go easy... Ah..." Martino's large palm caught the wind and swung downwards, he knew he could hit a little girl with three points of force and make her cry, let alone five points now, Elena was already crying her eyes out.

"Oooooo... I was wrong... Stop hitting." Martino stopped his hand as he listened to the little man underneath cry out, "Get on the table and just look at that quiz paper."

Elena moved her red and swollen little arse to take small steps across the table, crying as her chest rose and fell, her two small hands against her body to touch the hot and slightly burning arse, rubbing it gently, his stern voice immediately came to her ears, "Still dawdling?" The body reflexively trembled, the movement of the hand froze rushed to lie on the table.

"Look at yourself, these questions you do not know? The process is all right, but the last step of calculating the result is wrong!"

"Well..."

"You don't need to explain, count it yourself."

"Slap!" Completely different from the touch of his slap, a blast of cold made contact with a hot arse, and Elena jerked back to the 30cm ruler she usually used for her puzzles and drawings.

"Oooooooh... You can't hit me with it."

"Hmm? That's going to be changed? The belt? A cane? Or a chicken feather duster?"

"Oooooooh... You bully!"

"Pah-pah-pah..."

"You're wrong and you have to pick the tool to get beaten up? You're so spoiled! It starts counting when you start counting, so keep it up!"

"Oooooooo..."

The ruler slapped down on the hot, glowing little bum one at a time, landing in long ruler marks across the entire bum squat, landing several times in a row in the same spot on the buttocks' peaks, and Elena wiggled her bum from side to side in pain to avoid it.

"Oooooooh... I'll report! One."

"Slap!"

"Two."

"Snap..."

After reporting thirty Martino before inserting the ruler in his hand back into the pencil, "Next time you get distracted in class, just look at this ruler and think about how many times you can take it."

"Oooooooo... I was wrong, no... Will." Tears fell, the aggression of the heart with the pain under the arse, even more angry, but I did not study seriously in the afternoon to violate the agreement is indeed my own fault, according to the agreement to accept the punishment is also no excuse. Obviously they know very well the reason for being beaten, but their heart's aggression and nowhere to vent, so they can only lie on the table motionless bawling up, crying is more than the sound of being beaten.

Martino saw that she was crying a little perversely, and carried the little girl into his arms.

"Oooooooo... You go away! Don't touch me!" Elena cried as she shoved Martino.

Martino wrapped the little person in his arms with force, coaxing and threateningly rubbing the two tall swollen mounds of flesh behind her, "Speak nicely! What's the matter? Did you get aggrieved by the beating?"

"Oooooo... I... You call the butler in."

Martino dialled the intercom with his free hand, "Come up." He hung up after that, "Okay, stop crying."

"Pop," instantly the lights in the room dimmed, Elena's body immediately stiffened in his arms and her crying stopped abruptly, Martino looked around warily before carrying Elena under the table, "Don't be afraid, wait here for me."

"Don't go, I'm scared." Elena looked at him with red eyes and grabbed his arm as soon as she could.

"I'll go check." Martino broke free of her hand and just as he stood up he saw the door to the study open, then immediately pulled out the gun on his belt.

The butler was holding a cake with a candle lit on top and Elena poked her head out from under the table, "Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you..."

Martino froze out of his mind looking at Elena who was still glistening with tears in front of him with a treacherous smile on her face, then glanced at the butler's kind smile as everyone looked at him with anticipation in their eyes, "Martino, happy birthday! Make a wish!"

The corners of Martino's mouth pulled out a thin slit, slightly upward, looked deeply at Elena and was about to blow in the direction of the candle, Elena hurriedly tugged at him, "You haven't made a wish yet! It's only once a year and if you miss it, it's gone."

"Already did." Martino reached out and put his hand on her head and buried the little man in his chest with a hug, blowing out the candle with a soft exhale and the light in the study came on immediately.

"Let's go downstairs and eat." Martino led her towards the dining room, the butler following behind with the cake.

Just as she reached the stairway she saw a group of people standing around the restaurant covered in balloons, ribbons, and all sorts of decorations, and Elena was a little dazed and scared, leaning over to Martino, who was looking at her with a look of amusement under his head, "It... I didn't set this up."

After all, Donatello was the only one of the group she'd seen before the others she didn't know.

The group shouted out in unison, "Mr Martino, Happy Birthday!"

This was the first time they had ever celebrated Martino's birthday, and in previous years everyone had been busy with their own business, and it wasn't fashionable to get these rituals going, but when Donatello had received a phone call from Elena this afternoon inviting him to Martino's birthday party, he had specifically instructed him to invite all of Martino's best ministry friends, and thus the current scene had come about.

Martino stares at Donatello in the middle of it, and Donatello, a little fuzzy inside, says somewhat sheepishly, "Mrs Elena arranged it."

"I... You! I didn't expect you to have so many friends."

Looking at the number of fifty or sixty people scalp some numbness, Martino like quiet, they rarely come to Rene public house.

Martino's heart at the moment like turned into a hot spring, gurgling bubbles, "Thank you."

"It's also my first time to celebrate someone's birthday, I don't have much experience, so please make it easy on yourself! Make yourself at home, there might not be enough cake to share."

"Mrs Elena don't worry, we brought our own." After saying that, a group of people pulled out all kinds of food from under the table, fried chicken, cakes, soft drinks and other things that Martino never ate.

Martino couldn't help but reach up and rub his temples as he watched the scene...