Release.

She passed soundly... looking at the clock..... it would be hours before.... before she could. She wasn't sure, she was scared, but she knew it was for the best... she knew.. she needed this.

The pent up emotions played on her daily life, she snapped at the people closest to her. She ignored calls and avoiding conversations. Her memories vivid, she couldn't escape the web she carefully designed, the one she learned to hide all her secrets, her tears, her anger in. The one that was slowly destroying her.

Sitting down she curled up, a sigh escaping her lips. Her eyes closing for a moment as she thought, she was very new to all this, opening up was never an option in the past. She had to hide, had to keep secrets, crying wasn't allowed. It wasn't! And as she moved into this new life the habits of the past haunted her.

But he had had enough. He was tired of the lies, tired of her hiding away. He was tired of the shortness in her responses. He was done. It was time. He had been calm and understanding with her at first, but he was tired of putting effort into someone that wouldn't except it.. He was taking it into his own hands this time... He was going to give her the release she needed... and there was no way she was running this time.

"Eight" he said dryly on the other end.. Her pause annoyed him. "Eight, Do you understand?"
"yessir" Came her meek answer, he wished she was a little more confident, he wished she wasn't like this.
"Good" with that said the phone clicked and she was left with the emptiness, the silence, unsure of what was to be, but knew it wasn't going to be likable.

The door left open as he asked, he slipped in noticing the curled up cat-like girl asleep on the couch, he was late, just a tad bit, but that was his plan. He wanted to make her impatient, he wanted her to squirm and wonder. He wanted her mind to be overwhelmed with all possibilities. It seemed his plan had failed. Asleep, and probably so for hours, she wouldn't even know he was late and the effect he wanted now ruined. Annoyed he went to the room to prepare.

Softly he caressed her cheek his fingers weaving through her hair, whispering into her ear. "Wake up." slowly and surely she stretched out and opened her eyes. Sitting up quickly looking down her hands in her lap as she tried to sit "proper" for her sir. He gave a half smile and proceeded to lecture her about falling asleep instead of waiting for him. How she could have been doing many things; Chores, writing, homework, etc. None of which was done, but he expected that. He knew her mind well enough to realize the worry and the curiosity would be all that drove her today.
Glancing at the clock she whimpered, "You're late."
He gave her a weird look thinking carefully as he choose his words. "I'm allowed to be. Leave it at that." He knew she'd ask why.. he admired her curiosity she got the answer she wanted and wouldn't let it go unless she understood, it was a blessing and a curse and god it pissed him off.
"Up" was all he said and walked off she followed wondering, he was being rather short with her today and she hated it. Once in the room he sat down on the chair grabbing her wrist and in one slick movement she was over his lap and pinned down, the spanking starting before she even had time to comprehend what was happening. A gasp escaping followed by a few protests as he slid down the skirt and panties to give her the proper spanking.
Protesting and complaining all the while her legs kicking she was getting annoyed. He hadn't spanked her before without her ever knowing and she was a little upset. Tired of her games he rose his voice.. "Be still and knock off the bullshit little girl, I mean it!" He was usually calm and soft spoken with her, never raising his voice, doing so scared her. She stiffened up and quieted down. The only sounds now were whimpers from the sting that was slowly rising. He continued hitting harder and faster now, he would get it out of her.. no matter how long it took. Her stubbornness would only hold out for a bit.

The tears slowly fell but she fought it back. She took what she had to take her mind trying to escape the building pain, she could ignore his hand for the most part, she had many times. She breathed heavily as she chocked back on her tears. She could succeed, or so she thought. He thrust her up off his lap to a standing position and pointed to the corner, she complied and waited.

Determined as he was he grabbed the cane."Come." He commanded. She saw the implement and stopped. "Come I said!" His voice rose again sending shudders through her body. She refused to move, he knew she didn't like it he knew she wouldn't come near him. It wasn't happening.
His patience wearing he walked to her and grabbed her softly pushing her down on the bed cuffing her hands, she wasn't going to move. "Don't make me get the ankle cuffs, it wont be so bad, I promise." He gave her the first swat. She cried out in pain and struggled against the restraints but she knew as well as he they wouldn't come lose.
He proceeded to lecture her about her attitude, about how she's been. He told her he was tired of the lies and tired of her hiding her emotions from him. That from now on, she would write a journal entry each night before her bed time filling in thoughts and emotions and they would be discussed the next night. She would no longer hide anything from him. His words filled her in between the cries of pain. She could feel it building, the release. The pain filling her and his words knocking down those walls. She felt horrible for her actions, she never meant to be that way. Never.

Finally she could no longer take it the pain filled her and she was overwhelmed. She began to cry in great bouts. Releasing all the pent up frustration, the fears, the sadness. He rubbed her bottom for a few moments before releasing her and scooping up the crying mess. Pressing her to his chest snuggling and kissing her head. Whispers dancing into her ears, it would be ok. He caressed and petted her telling her it would be fine, he was there and wasn't going anywhere.

She cried herself to sleep and he smiled. Hard lessons need to be learned. He wasn't about to let her destroy herself. Those emotions were no good to be confined. It would be ok.




Meow... I need a release so bad.... This might be crappy but I JUST wrote it.. so give me credit.... I feel like I'll never get the release I need, I can't cry. And talking doesn't help.. the problems will still be there.. and without a clear head I'm scared I'll make choices and decisions I really don't mean or want. Meows.....