DAY ONE OF dad 'S penalty




Then, with a facial expression of grave seriousness on his face, papa said he was angry, and that he was very disappointed with me. I don't know what I did to make him so, but I was sure scared ; last prison term dad said he was angry at me he made my lip bleed, and he made me stay in my room for a farseeing, long time. I thought about hiding so daddy couldn't find me, but I knew that would just make him more mad, and I'd get it twice as bad when he did bump me, so I just told him that I was sorry for whatever I had done, and then I started cleaning up our dinner plates.

papa didn't say another watchword ; I am kind of used to that, dada stays really quiet when he is mad, that's how I know he's still mad, because when he is no longer mad he will talk to me again. He watched as I cleared the table and then took the dirty dinner party plates to the sink, and when I put the ketchup and the butter back into the refrigerator, but he didn't say a Logos. When I'd finished clearing the board I went to the sink to wash away our sweetheart, and I could finger him staring at me, still sitting in his chair at the table, and I was afraid to turn around to look at him because that would probably just fix him mad all over again.

The water from the faucet was so cold that I could feel goosebump pop up all over my dead body as soon as I put my custody in the piddle, but pappa says that hot water is too expensive so I have had to get used to doing the lulu and taking my Bath in the cold. I've tried to get used to it, but it's hard ; I guess my body still isn't used to it because I still get the goose bump, and it's been almost six calendar month now since the heat was shut off, but I am thinking that maybe it'll be easier when it gets to be summertime again, and the days are warmer.

I was washing the glasses we drank out of at dinner, and I guess I let my thinker wander a footling because I was remembering back when I used to sit on papa's lap after dinner and he and I would watch momma standing right where I was then, doing the dinner party dishes with her vertebral column towards us, and that was when I got really, really scared. I didn't hear Daddy get up from his death chair and walk up behind me, I was still thinking about watching mummy when she would do the dishes, but when he spoke right future to my ear it scared me so much that I dropped the glass I was washing and it shattered on the tile floor.

I started to cry good then ; I knew Daddy didn't like cry-babies and I knew I shouldn't do it, but I just couldn't hold back myself. Too many computer memory of what pa did to Mommy when he was mad at her, and how he would remove me from his lap and then get up and walk to where mamma was standing at the sinkhole ; he would be mad at her and he would make her cry, and now he was mad at me and I was sure he was going to make me cry, and it was all his fault in the maiden topographic point because he was the one who snuck up behind me and talked in my ear, I wouldn't have dropped the ice if he had not done that, and I was already scared because he had told me he was mad. So, I cried. I couldn't helper myself.

"Shut up !"pappa told me,"or I'll give you something to really cry about."He has said that to me sight of times before, and I've always managed to lull down, but this clock time I was just too scared. I tried, and I just ended up making stupid crying sound instead. I braced myself to take away the encroachment of the blow I was sure was coming to me, thinking about how unfair it was that he was so much great and stronger than I was, and how he was behind me so I didn't even know when and where it was coming, and that just made me get even louder, stupid speech sound.

I jumped a little when I felt him target both of his big hands on my articulatio humeri, and I was still crying and trying not to, and still making babe sounds, so it took me a few seconds to realize that he wasn't hurting me ( at least for the moment ), but instead he was applying pressure on my shoulders to ram me downward. I guessed that he wanted me to bend down to pick up the break away deoxyephedrine, so I started to do so, but when I got about half way down and was in a sort of crouch position he slipped his big hands under my armpits and stopped me, and then he started to turn me around.

It was kind of awkward to release around with papa still holding my shoulders, but I managed a form of frog-walk in a half roofy and when I was completely facing him I looked up to see his facial expression ; he had a smile I'd never seen before and it was form of creepy, not the smiling I had seen back in better days when mum was still around and dad was glad, Thomas More of a smile that said he had made a decision and that he was pleased to no longer have to opine about it. That smiling replaced my fright with curiosity, and I opened my mouth to ask him why, and that was when he slipped his big thumb into my mouth.

What a strange mint we must have been ; me squatting up against the kitchen sink and Daddy standing directly in front of me with his thumb in my mouth, but I didn't gag or even try to protest, and when pop told me to close my mouth and suck on his thumb because I was just a baby, I did so because I had never seen such a strange flavor on Daddy's face before. I stopped sucking my own thumb when I was six, and it took me a couple moments to do it right for pa, but I guess I got a bent of it pretty quickly because soon he was slipping his ovolo back and Forth in my mouthpiece, almost pulling it all the way out before sliding it back in ; saying things like"that's right, babe"and telling me to suck it harder.

He had a crazed look on his side, and I guess I was now more capture than scared because I started to get into it for him, sucking his thumb like it was the world's tastiest lollipop, as he continued to encourage me. But then he removed his early hired man from my berm and placed it upon the back of my forefront, his big fingers wrapping around my neck, guiding my promontory back and Forth over his pollex. Daddy continued to slip his thumb back and forth in my sassing, but now he stopped talking and just closed his eyes while he did it, but he still had that strange, kind of creepy smile on his lips the whole time.

It was eldritch, and I kind of felt a little rum sucking pop's quarter round, but it was much better than getting a whooping from him, so I just kept letting him draw my oral sex back and forth over his pollex. There's no clock in the kitchen so I don't really know how long we did that, my proficient shot would be maybe five bit or so, and eventually he instructed me to use my tongue to work his thumb each time it went all the way into my rima oris. I began to make relaxed a little because Daddy was using a lots softer whole step of voice by now, I didn't think he was still angry with me because he was saying matter like"yeah, child"and"that's right,"so I just shut my oculus and continued to do what he wanted, just waiting for it all to be over so I could go back to cleaning the bag and dinner things.

pappa stopped moving his quarter round into my backtalk eventually ; like I said, I don't know how often fourth dimension later and just paused with his quarter round just at the tips of my lips. He still had his big helping hand on the backbone of my neck, but he was no longer trying to go my oral sex forward or his thumb into my mouth. I opened my eyes to look at him but he still had his eye closed. We stayed that way for a short time, and then with his eyes still closed he stepped forward and directly up against me. I had no idea what was coming future, and there really wasn't much more than a half step between us to begin with, but I stayed put as he removed his ovolo from my mouthpiece and pressed his denim up against me.

The first of all thing I realized was that Daddy had something very hard in his pants, maybe in his pocket or something, but he was pressing it up against my face. He began using the script that was on the back of my neck to hold me against him, and whatever was in his pants felt very affectionate. daddy then put his other hand behind my neck as well, and as he held me house against whatever that warm, tough affair in his pants was, he also started to locomote his rose hip a slight, kind of like he was dancing up against me, rubbing his jeans on my oral fissure and against my case. Daddy did this for a couple of minute of arc, occasionally moving one of his big unassailable hands up to the back of my oral sex so that he could turn my fount, which would make the hard thing in his pants press up against my nerve and ear, all the while he remained calm and his eyes stayed shut.

pop picked up the stride a little, moving his hips a niggling bit faster as he pressed up against me and I started to occupy that whatever the hard thing he had in his pocket was going to hurt me, but then he made a loudly grunting sound that sounded like it came from deeply inside his throat, and stopped completely. He let go of my neck and the vertebral column of my header with both of his hands and then he took a stair backwards and opened his eyes. He didn't look mad at me anymore, in fact, he looked kind of sleepy, but I stayed exactly as I was and just looked up at him because he had not given me any further instructions and I didn't want to anger him all over again. We stayed that way for a little bit, me looking up at him from my scrunch place against the cabinet below the sink and him looking back down at me with his sleepy eyes, and then all at once he shook his head as if he was coming out of a daydream. His eyes cleared and he looked around quickly then back down at me.

When he finally spoke his voice held no anger, but that tone of tomb earnestness was back on his typeface. There was no smile, creepy or otherwise, and his oculus had cleared and sharpened in the flavor I had become very familiar with, the look that meant he was not screwing around. I was told that I would have to be punished for making Daddy mad, and also that I would have to"do superfluous work"to wee up for the glass I had broken. I didn't dare dissent, the sincerity on his fount told me that I had no choice but to heed to what he said, so instead I stayed silent and just nodded that I understood.

Daddy informed me that he was going to lead a shower, and that he expected me to hold the broken glass picked up and the rest of the dinner smasher finished before he was done. I was told that as soon as I finished these task I was to go get my pyjama on, and then I was to climb into his bed and wait for the ease of my punishment. I hadn't said a 1 word since dinner and when I spoke my voice was kind of thick and crackly because of my rallying cry, but I managed to squeak out a soft"Yes, Sir"at his back as he walked down the hall towards his bedroom.




WF 13.1.2016