Thursday, April 4th; 12pm Pt. 2

I walk in without hesitation. I know exactly what I’m in for and what he wants. I kick my shoes and pants off at the door before walking over to the filing cabinet. The top drawer holds a small piece of leather that he offers some of us to bite on. I walk up to my father, looking him briefly in the eyes before training them to the ground.

“You know the penalty for interrupting physical punishment.”

“My age plus five with the buckle.” I state monotonously.

“The buckle will be first.”

It’s the only exchange of words we have before I place the leather piece in my mouth, push my boxers to my feet and lay my chest across his desk. I cross my arms above me, wrapping my hands around them just below the elbow and lying my forehead on top.

The first hit steals my breath away as he hits my back instead of my ass. He continues quickly towards my head until he reaches the middle of my ribs. My body starts to shake as I’ve taken five hits to this same location before he trails back to where h