DAY ONE OF DADDY 'S PUNISHMENT




Then, with a look of tomb seriousness on his human face, Daddy said he was wild, 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 time pop said he was angry at me he made my lip bleed, and he made me stick around in my room for a hanker, long time. I thought about hiding so Daddy couldn't find me, but I knew that would just pull in him more mad, and I'd get it twice as bad when he did find me, so I just told him that I was sorry for whatever I had done, and then I started cleaning up our dinner plates.

pa didn't say another give-and-take ; 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 tabular array I went to the sink to wash our dishes, and I could feel him staring at me, still sitting in his death chair at the table, and I was afraid to turn around to look at him because that would probably just make him mad all over again.

The water from the faucet was so frigidness that I could feel goosebumps pop up all over my body as soon as I put my hands in the water supply, but Daddy says that hot water system is too expensive so I have had to get used to doing the lulu and taking my Bath in the frigidness. I've tried to get used to it, but it's hard ; I guess my eubstance still isn't used to it because I still get the goose skin, and it's been almost six months now since the hotness was shut off, but I am thinking that maybe it'll be easier when it gets to be summer again, and the solar day are warmer.

I was washing the chalk we drank out of at dinner, and I guess I let my judgement wander a slight because I was remembering back when I used to sit on dada's lap after dinner and he and I would follow Mommy standing right where I was then, doing the dinner dishes with her cover towards us, and that was when I got really, really scared. I didn't hear Daddy get up from his chair and take the air up behind me, I was still thinking about watching mom when she would do the dishes, but when he spoke right next to my ear it scared me so a great deal that I dropped the trash I was washing and it shattered on the tile floor.

I started to cry right then ; I knew Daddy didn't like cry-babies and I knew I shouldn't do it, but I just couldn't blockade myself. Too many store of what Daddy did to Mommy when he was mad at her, and how he would remove me from his lap and then get up and take the air to where mummy was standing at the sink ; 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 error in the first berth because he was the one who snuck up behind me and talked in my ear, I wouldn't have dropped the glass 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 assistance myself.

"Shut up !"Daddy told me,"or I'll give you something to really cry about."He has said that to me flock of meter before, and I've always managed to quiet down, but this time I was just too frighten. I tried, and I just ended up making stupid crying sounds instead. I braced myself to lease the encroachment of the snow I was surely was coming to me, thinking about how unfair it was that he was so much bigger 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 make even louder, stupider sounds.

I jumped a little when I felt him invest both of his big hands on my shoulders, and I was still crying and trying not to, and still making baby auditory sensation, 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 insistency on my articulatio humeri to hale me downwards. I guessed that he wanted me to turn away down to find fault up the weaken glass, so I started to do so, but when I got about half way down and was in a sorting of diddly status he slipped his big hands under my armpit and stopped me, and then he started to sour me around.

It was kind of awkward to sprain around with Daddy still holding my shoulders, but I managed a form of frog-walk in a half rophy and when I was completely facing him I looked up to see his fount ; he had a smile I'd never seen before and it was kind of creepy, not the smile I had seen back in better years when Mommy was still around and Daddy was happy, more of a grinning that said he had made a decision and that he was pleased to no longer have to recall about it. That grinning replaced my fright with rarity, and I opened my mouth to ask him why, and that was when he slipped his big thumb into my mouth.

What a strange peck we must have been ; me squatting up against the kitchen cesspool and daddy standing directly in front of me with his quarter round in my mouthpiece, but I didn't laugh or even try to protest, and when daddy told me to fill up my mouth and suck on his thumb because I was just a child, I did so because I had never seen such a strange look on pa's expression before. I stopped sucking my own thumb when I was six, and it took me a couple moment to do it right for Daddy, but I guess I got a hang of it pretty quickly because soon he was slipping his quarter round back and forth in my mouth, almost pulling it all the way out before sliding it back in ; saying things like"that's right, Baby"and telling me to suck it harder.

He had a crazed flavour on his face, and I guess I was now more enamor than scare off because I started to get into it for him, sucking his ovolo like it was the human beings's tastiest lollipop, as he continued to promote me. But then he removed his other hand from my shoulder and placed it upon the back of my header, his big fingers wrapping around my neck opening, guiding my fountainhead back and Forth over his thumb. Daddy continued to slip his thumb back and Forth in my rima oris, but now he stopped talking and just closed his centre while he did it, but he still had that strange, kind of creepy smile on his lip the hale time.

It was weird, and I kind of felt a minuscule funny sucking Daddy's ovolo, but it was much ameliorate than getting a whooping from him, so I just kept letting him guide my head back and Forth over his thumb. There's no clock in the kitchen so I don't really jazz how long we did that, my substantially guess would be maybe five minutes or so, and eventually he instructed me to use my natural language to work out his thumb each time it went all the way into my mouth. I began to relax a piffling because pop was using a lots softer tone of voice by now, I didn't think he was still furious with me because he was saying things like"yeah, Baby"and"that's right,"so I just close my heart and continued to do what he wanted, just waiting for it all to be over so I could go back to cleaning the dishes and dinner things.

pa stopped moving his quarter round into my lip eventually ; like I said, I don't know how much time later and just paused with his thumb just at the tips of my sassing. He still had his big paw on the back of my neck, but he was no longer trying to move my top dog forward or his thumb into my mouthpiece. I opened my eyes to face at him but he still had his eyes closed. We stayed that way for a brusque clip, and then with his eyes still closed he stepped forward and directly up against me. I had no idea what was coming side by side, and there really wasn't much more than a half step between us to begin with, but I stayed put as he removed his thumb from my lip and pressed his jeans up against me.

The number 1 thing I realized was that pop 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 deal that was on the spinal column of my neck to have me against him, and whatever was in his knickers felt very warm. Daddy then put his other hand behind my neck as well, and as he held me firm against whatever that warm, hard thing in his pants was, he also started to move his pelvic girdle a footling, sort of like he was dancing up against me, rubbing his blue jean on my oral cavity and against my face. daddy did this for a couple of moment, occasionally moving one of his big inviolable hands up to the back of my brain so that he could grow my face, which would take a leak the punishing thing in his pants iron up against my boldness and ear, all the spell he remained quiet and his eyes stayed shut.

papa picked up the pace a little, moving his rosehip a little bit faster as he pressed up against me and I started to vex that whatever the hard affair he had in his pocket was going to suffer me, but then he made a flash grunting sound that sounded like it came from deep inside his throat, and stopped completely. He let go of my neck and the cover of my head word with both of his hands and then he took a dance step 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 far instructions and I didn't want to anger him all over again. We stayed that way for a piddling bit, me looking up at him from my doodly-squat position against the cabinet below the sink and him looking back down at me with his sleepyheaded eyes, and then all at once he shook his heading as if he was coming out of a castle in Spain. His oculus cleared and he looked around quickly then back down at me.

When he finally spoke his phonation held no anger, but that look of grave serious-mindedness was back on his face. There was no smile, creepy or otherwise, and his center had cleared and sharpened in the spirit I had become very intimate with, the expression that meant he was not screwing around. I was told that I would have got to be punished for making pappa mad, and also that I would hold to"do extra work"to make up for the glass I had broken. I didn't dare dissent, the seriousness on his face told me that I had no choice but to listen to what he said, so instead I stayed silent and just nodded that I understood.

Daddy informed me that he was going to take a shower bath, and that he expected me to get the give out glass picked up and the rest of the dinner knockout finished before he was done. I was told that as soon as I finished these task I was to go get my pajamas on, and then I was to rise into his bed and wait for the balance of my punishment. I hadn't said a single Bible since dinner and when I spoke my voice was sort of thick and crackly because of my crying, but I managed to squeak out a soft"Yes, Sir"at his cover as he walked down the hall towards his bedroom.




WF 13.1.2016