The Belt... *t*
These are the rules.
Pull your pants down.
Bend over the bed.
Keep your arms in front of you.
Get beaten with the leather belt.
I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry! I'M SORRY! Daddy I didn't mean to I'm sorry!! NO! No daddy, no please, I didn't mean to! Please daddy! NO!
This hurts me more than it hurts you. Now, I love you and that's why I have to do this. I didn't make you do that. Now you're making me do this. I don't want to do this.
The whips come.
Pain sears through like fire on skin.
Lots of screaming.
You try to get away.
Moving around and trying to get away make it worse.
So much worse.
He doesn't stop when you move.
There's a number he has to get to.
The number that hit your bottom.
That doesn't count legs.
It's not his fault you were moving around so much.
It's not his fault you made him do that.
One whip for each year of age.
When it's done you're all red.
It all burns and stings.
He says he loves you.
Wants to hug you.
You say you're sorry.