Words Hurt M/f non con
Posted: Fri Apr 25, 2014 1:34 pm
I sit in my room, and rock back and forth in my chair. My shoes hitting the chair rung each time I rock my body forward. I can’t believe I did it. How could I say such a thing? He was so mad at me when he sent me up here. I know he cares about me, and I didn’t mean to say such hurtful words. I wanted to take them back the minute they were out of my mouth, but it was too late. They had been said, and they can never be unsaid. I watched his face turned red, and his voice got louder, and he sent me here. Here in my room to think about what I did.
I wipe the tears from my eyes, and brush the hair back. My stomach hurts, and I stick my thumb in my mouth and suck on it. Childish I know, no one my age should suck their thumb, but in periods of great stress, I find that it helps to calm me. I also never do it when someone is around to watch me. That would be so embarrassing.
The door knob starts to turn, and the door squeaks on it’s hinges. I take my thumb out, and turn around. I know that it is him, as there is no one else that it could be, but I want to see if the hurt and pain I caused can still be seen in his eyes. I look up at his eyes, and instead of the bright blue they are normally, they seem to me to be dull, dull with hurt, dull with sorrow.
I turn away because it hurts me to see him this sad, as I turn, I notice that he is carrying the hairbrush.
I finish turning back to the wall, and he walks over to me and sits on the edge of my bed.
Taking my head in his hand,. He turns my face to look at him.
“I want to know why you said it. I know that after they died, and you came to live with me, things have not always turned out right. But I never once tried to replace them. I never wanted this job, and I know you never really have wanted me to be in the parental role. But how could you have said, what you said to me”
The tears fall fast down my face, and he takes his thumbs and wipes them away from my face. I take a big gulp, and try to swallow the lump in my throat, but I don’t have much success.
“I’m sorry, you are right, you don’t deserve what I said. You have tried your best, and you are right, none of us wanted this, but I am so grateful, that you stepped in. Now that I think about it, I could not have asked for anyone better. I know I have been bad, and I can see you brought the brush. I deserve it, just please forgive me. I wish I could take back what I said, but I can’t so go ahead and punish me.
He picks me up from the chair, in his strong loving hands, and pulls me across his lap. I feel his hand pat me on the bottom, before he lifts up the back of my skirt, and tucks it into the waistband. He next pulls my underwear down to my knees. There is a slight pause in time, where it feels like nothing is happening at all, which I know is not true, because in reality he is simply reaching for the brush.
SMACK!!!!! Time moves forward and so does my bottom cheeks as the wooden brush smacks into them. SMACK!!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!! I start to cry, both from the punishment I am getting, and from the fact that I know that he loves me. Loves me enough to raise me and punish me when I deserve it. If he didn’t love me, he wouldn’t care what I did.
SMACK!!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!!! The tears flow freely and I kick my legs, as the sting and pain intensifies. SMACK!!! SMACK!!!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!! He doesn’t lectures as he spanks. Not because he doesn’t want me to know why I am getting punished, but because we both know why, so there is no point in reviewing the hurt and pain, by going over it again.
SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!! SMACK!! I squeal and yelp as the brush makes it’s way over my bottom. SMACK!!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!! SMACK!!!. My bottom feels like I do at Christmas when I am hanging our stockings on the fireplace, and I stand in front of it for too long. I reach back to touch my bottom, but he catches my hand and pins it to my waist with one hand, so that he doesn’t hit it on accident. SMACK!!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!!. My tears are still flowing, and I am too far lost in them to stop, so I don’t realize for a minute or two that he has stopped.
It’s not until I feel his arms around me, and I am lifted off his lap and standing up, that I realize the spanking is over. He is looking at me again, and this is normally where we hug and make up. But this time, he has another thing in mind. He takes me by the hand, and we go to walk out of the room, but I am hampered by my underwear, so I simply step out of them and walk with him. I am confused, when we walk into the bathroom.
“You said very hurtful words to me, and I know you have just been spanked for them, but I want to make sure that we never have to do this again. So I want to make sure you learn your lesson.”
He reaches behind the doors under the sink and he pulls out a small bar of travel soap. He rinses it under the faucet and rubs it between his thumb and fingers until he has worked up a good amount of bubbles on it.
He picks it up, and then to my shock he says.
“open your mouth wide. This is a very traditional punishment, and one given to me when I was a kid when I said words I was not supposed to say.”
I open my mouth, and he sticks the bar of soap in and moves it around. I want to gag because it tastes horrible, and I accidentally swallow some which makes me want to gag more. After what seems like forever, he removes the soap, and tells me I can rinse my mouth out. I turn on the faucet and stick my mouth under it and get as much water in my mouth as possible. I get water all over the sink, as I work desperately to rinse my out. Eventually, I get done and withdraw my face from under the water.
He tosses me a small towel and without being told I dry up the water I spilled.
“Now, don’t ever let us have to visit this issue again. I care about you too much, to listen to what you said.”
I hung my head in shame as I tell him that I will try to do better.
He takes me by the hand again and he takes me back to my room, where I sit gingerly on the wooden chair I was on before, for my corner time. Once my corner time is over, I hop down and put my underwear on and put back down the back of my skirt.
“I have to go make dinner now, you go do your homework or something until it is ready okay? I love you, you know that right? You used to tell me that you loved me too, but ever since they died, and I have had to raise you, you haven’t said it to me. I hope that one day, we will have worked through enough issues, that you can say it back to me. But take your time and only say it when you mean it.”
He turns and starts to walk away. I stand there for a minute, and then run ahead of him, and grab him around the waist, and cry into him, as I say.
“I love you too brother…….”
I wipe the tears from my eyes, and brush the hair back. My stomach hurts, and I stick my thumb in my mouth and suck on it. Childish I know, no one my age should suck their thumb, but in periods of great stress, I find that it helps to calm me. I also never do it when someone is around to watch me. That would be so embarrassing.
The door knob starts to turn, and the door squeaks on it’s hinges. I take my thumb out, and turn around. I know that it is him, as there is no one else that it could be, but I want to see if the hurt and pain I caused can still be seen in his eyes. I look up at his eyes, and instead of the bright blue they are normally, they seem to me to be dull, dull with hurt, dull with sorrow.
I turn away because it hurts me to see him this sad, as I turn, I notice that he is carrying the hairbrush.
I finish turning back to the wall, and he walks over to me and sits on the edge of my bed.
Taking my head in his hand,. He turns my face to look at him.
“I want to know why you said it. I know that after they died, and you came to live with me, things have not always turned out right. But I never once tried to replace them. I never wanted this job, and I know you never really have wanted me to be in the parental role. But how could you have said, what you said to me”
The tears fall fast down my face, and he takes his thumbs and wipes them away from my face. I take a big gulp, and try to swallow the lump in my throat, but I don’t have much success.
“I’m sorry, you are right, you don’t deserve what I said. You have tried your best, and you are right, none of us wanted this, but I am so grateful, that you stepped in. Now that I think about it, I could not have asked for anyone better. I know I have been bad, and I can see you brought the brush. I deserve it, just please forgive me. I wish I could take back what I said, but I can’t so go ahead and punish me.
He picks me up from the chair, in his strong loving hands, and pulls me across his lap. I feel his hand pat me on the bottom, before he lifts up the back of my skirt, and tucks it into the waistband. He next pulls my underwear down to my knees. There is a slight pause in time, where it feels like nothing is happening at all, which I know is not true, because in reality he is simply reaching for the brush.
SMACK!!!!! Time moves forward and so does my bottom cheeks as the wooden brush smacks into them. SMACK!!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!! I start to cry, both from the punishment I am getting, and from the fact that I know that he loves me. Loves me enough to raise me and punish me when I deserve it. If he didn’t love me, he wouldn’t care what I did.
SMACK!!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!!! The tears flow freely and I kick my legs, as the sting and pain intensifies. SMACK!!! SMACK!!!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!! He doesn’t lectures as he spanks. Not because he doesn’t want me to know why I am getting punished, but because we both know why, so there is no point in reviewing the hurt and pain, by going over it again.
SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!! SMACK!! I squeal and yelp as the brush makes it’s way over my bottom. SMACK!!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!! SMACK!!!. My bottom feels like I do at Christmas when I am hanging our stockings on the fireplace, and I stand in front of it for too long. I reach back to touch my bottom, but he catches my hand and pins it to my waist with one hand, so that he doesn’t hit it on accident. SMACK!!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!!. My tears are still flowing, and I am too far lost in them to stop, so I don’t realize for a minute or two that he has stopped.
It’s not until I feel his arms around me, and I am lifted off his lap and standing up, that I realize the spanking is over. He is looking at me again, and this is normally where we hug and make up. But this time, he has another thing in mind. He takes me by the hand, and we go to walk out of the room, but I am hampered by my underwear, so I simply step out of them and walk with him. I am confused, when we walk into the bathroom.
“You said very hurtful words to me, and I know you have just been spanked for them, but I want to make sure that we never have to do this again. So I want to make sure you learn your lesson.”
He reaches behind the doors under the sink and he pulls out a small bar of travel soap. He rinses it under the faucet and rubs it between his thumb and fingers until he has worked up a good amount of bubbles on it.
He picks it up, and then to my shock he says.
“open your mouth wide. This is a very traditional punishment, and one given to me when I was a kid when I said words I was not supposed to say.”
I open my mouth, and he sticks the bar of soap in and moves it around. I want to gag because it tastes horrible, and I accidentally swallow some which makes me want to gag more. After what seems like forever, he removes the soap, and tells me I can rinse my mouth out. I turn on the faucet and stick my mouth under it and get as much water in my mouth as possible. I get water all over the sink, as I work desperately to rinse my out. Eventually, I get done and withdraw my face from under the water.
He tosses me a small towel and without being told I dry up the water I spilled.
“Now, don’t ever let us have to visit this issue again. I care about you too much, to listen to what you said.”
I hung my head in shame as I tell him that I will try to do better.
He takes me by the hand again and he takes me back to my room, where I sit gingerly on the wooden chair I was on before, for my corner time. Once my corner time is over, I hop down and put my underwear on and put back down the back of my skirt.
“I have to go make dinner now, you go do your homework or something until it is ready okay? I love you, you know that right? You used to tell me that you loved me too, but ever since they died, and I have had to raise you, you haven’t said it to me. I hope that one day, we will have worked through enough issues, that you can say it back to me. But take your time and only say it when you mean it.”
He turns and starts to walk away. I stand there for a minute, and then run ahead of him, and grab him around the waist, and cry into him, as I say.
“I love you too brother…….”