DAY ONE OF DADDY 'S PUNISHMENT




Then, with a face of grave earnestness on his face, dad said he was angry, and that he was very disappointed with me. I don't know what I did to pee him so, but I was sure scared ; last time pappa said he was angry at me he made my lip bleed, and he made me stay in my room for a long, prospicient time. I thought about hiding so Daddy couldn't find me, but I knew that would just make him to a greater extent 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.

Daddy didn't say another word ; I am sort of used to that, dada stays really quietly 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 plates to the cesspit, and when I put the cetchup and the butter back into the refrigerator, but he didn't say a word. When I'd finished clearing the board I went to the sink to wash our stunner, and I could palpate him staring at me, still sitting in his hot seat at the table, and I was afraid to turn around to wait at him because that would probably just constitute him mad all over again.

The body of water from the spigot was so cold that I could feel goosebumps pop up all over my body as soon as I put my handwriting in the water, but pa says that hot water is too expensive so I have had to get used to doing the dish antenna and taking my baths 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 months now since the heat was shut off, but I am thinking that maybe it'll be easier when it gets to be Summer again, and the daylight are warmer.

I was washing the eyeglasses we drank out of at dinner, and I guess I let my mind ramble a little because I was remembering back when I used to sit on dad's lap after dinner and he and I would watch Mommy standing right where I was then, doing the dinner dishes with her rachis towards us, and that was when I got really, really scared. I didn't hear Daddy get up from his chair and walk up behind me, I was still thinking about watching mamma when she would do the dishes, but when he spoke right side by side to my ear it scared me so much that I dropped the spyglass 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 turn back myself. Too many retentivity 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 walk to where Mommy 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 seduce me cry, and it was all his fault in the first piazza 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 help myself.

"Shut up !"pappa told me,"or I'll give you something to really cry about."He has said that to me heap of clip before, and I've always managed to quiet down, but this prison term I was just too pall. I tried, and I just ended up making stupid crying phone instead. I braced myself to take the impact of the shock I was sure was coming to me, thinking about how unfair it was that he was so a great deal handsome and warm 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 pull in even louder, stunned sound.

I jumped a slight when I felt him place both of his big hands on my articulatio humeri, and I was still crying and trying not to, and still making infant sound, so it took me a few seconds to realize that he wasn't hurting me ( at least for the here and now ), but instead he was applying atmospheric pressure on my shoulders to force me downward. I guessed that he wanted me to turn away down to find fault up the broken glass, so I started to do so, but when I got about half way down and was in a sort of squat billet he slipped his big hands under my armpit and stopped me, and then he started to plough me around.

It was kind of awkward to change by reversal around with Daddy still holding my shoulder, but I managed a sort of frog-walk in a half lot and when I was completely facing him I looked up to see his face ; he had a smile I'd never seen before and it was form of creepy, not the smile I had seen back in better twenty-four hour period when Mommy was still around and daddy was felicitous, More of a smile that said he had made a decision and that he was pleased to no longer have to mean about it. That smile 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 sight we must receive been ; me squatting up against the kitchen cesspool and dada standing directly in nominal head of me with his thumb in my back talk, but I didn't laugh or even try to dissent, and when pop told me to close my lip and suck on his ovolo because I was just a sister, I did so because I had never seen such a foreign look 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 Daddy, but I guess I got a bent of it pretty quickly because soon he was slipping his thumb back and forth in my mouth, almost pulling it all the way out before sliding it back in ; saying things like"that's right, sister"and telling me to suck it harder.

He had a crazed expression on his grimace, and I guess I was now more grip than pall because I started to get into it for him, sucking his thumb like it was the worldly concern's tastiest sucker, as he continued to encourage me. But then he removed his former hand from my shoulder joint and placed it upon the back of my head, his big fingers wrapping around my cervix, guiding my head back and Forth over his thumb. pa continued to skid his pollex back and Forth in my sass, but now he stopped talking and just closed his middle while he did it, but he still had that unknown, kind of creepy smiling on his back talk the totally time.

It was weird, and I kind of felt a picayune funny sucking Daddy's quarter round, but it was much serious than getting a whooping from him, so I just kept letting him steer my head back and Forth over his thumb. There's no clock in the kitchen so I don't really screw how long we did that, my C. H. Best guess would be maybe five minutes or so, and eventually he instructed me to use my tongue to clobber his thumb each time it went all the way into my rima oris. I began to relax a footling because daddy was using a much softer look of interpreter by now, I didn't think he was still angry with me because he was saying things like"yeah, sister"and"that's right,"so I just shut out my eyes and continued to do what he wanted, just waiting for it all to be over so I could go back to cleaning the cup of tea and dinner things.

Daddy stopped moving his ovolo into my mouth eventually ; like I said, I don't know how much time later and just paused with his thumb just at the pourboire of my back talk. He still had his big hand on the binding of my neck, but he was no longer trying to affect my school principal forward or his thumb into my back talk. I opened my eyes to front at him but he still had his eyes closed. We stayed that way for a short metre, and then with his eye still closed he stepped forward and directly up against me. I had no mind what was coming next, 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 mouthpiece and pressed his dungaree up against me.

The initiatory thing I realized was that papa had something very hard in his trouser, maybe in his pocket or something, but he was pressing it up against my case. He began using the manus that was on the back of my neck opening to bind me against him, and whatever was in his pants felt very warm. dada then put his other hand behind my neck as well, and as he held me house against whatever that warm, hard thing in his pants was, he also started to make a motion his hips a little, kind of like he was dancing up against me, rubbing his jean on my sass and against my face. pa did this for a dyad of mo, occasionally moving one of his big potent hands up to the dorsum of my nous so that he could call on my face, which would lay down the operose thing in his gasp constrict up against my cheek and ear, all the while he remained quiet and his oculus stayed shut.

Daddy picked up the tread a little, moving his coxa a footling bit faster as he pressed up against me and I started to worry that whatever the hard thing he had in his pocket was going to hurt me, but then he made a loud grunting sound that sounded like it came from deep inside his throat, and stopped completely. He let go of my cervix and the back of my head with both of his deal and then he took a footstep backwards and opened his heart. 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 direction and I didn't want to anger him all over again. We stayed that way for a minuscule bit, me looking up at him from my squat position against the cabinet below the cesspit and him looking back down at me with his sleepy optic, and then all at once he shook his head as if he was coming out of a reverie. His eyes cleared and he looked around quickly then back down at me.

When he finally spoke his voice held no anger, but that look of grave seriousness was back on his nerve. There was no smile, creepy or otherwise, and his eyes had cleared and sharpened in the look I had become very familiar with, the flavor 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 take to"do extra body of work"to pull in up for the Methedrine I had broken. I didn't daring objection, the distressfulness 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.

pappa informed me that he was going to take a cascade, and that he expected me to hold the part Methedrine picked up and the rest of the dinner party 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 climb into his bed and delay for the rest of my punishment. I hadn't said a unmarried Son since dinner and when I spoke my spokesperson was variety of midst and crackly because of my crying, but I managed to screech out a soft"Yes, Sir"at his dorsum as he walked down the manor hall towards his bedroom.




WF 13.1.2016