(from last night before i passed out and forgot to post this lol)
When Gabe exited the room for a moment, I reached for my vape pen, sucking in a lung-full of oil vapor, exhaling through my nose. It didn't burn like normal.
Numb was so much better than feeling things. But impossible to get out of.
I was able to get another hit off the vape pen before Gabe came back, though he saw the white cloud when I exhaled, and his concern turned into annoyance. "Do we need to have an intervention with you like we did with Violet?" he grumbled, pushing the door shut and coming towards me.
Now I saw what he'd brought back: the heavy wooden bathbrush. AKA the implement I have a hate/love relationship with. Usually would make me squirm with anticipation. Instead I said, "can you turn the light off? Too bright."
He didn't respond so I buried my face back into the pillow. Next, I felt my thin pajama pants sliding down my hips, idly wondering what panties I was wearing. The last few weeks had passed in a daze, blending together. Did I even have panties on?
It didn't matter. Within seconds Gabe had managed to bare my bottom, pjs bunched at my knees. I felt the cool air tickle my exposed backside. Gabe half-knelt on the bed, pulling me closer to him, finally resting the bathbrush against my skin. His arm circled my waist.
I expected him to give me another opportunity to talk to him, since that's normally how he was with me. But maybe I'd pushed too far this time, or he saw no use, because next thing I knew the bathbrush slapped down against my bum with a loud POP!
A grunt escaped my lips, but I didn't flinch. So the next swat came down, this time on the other cheek.
"That barely hurts," I said flatly.
"You time for comments is over, Young Lady," he replied, but the next two swats were harder, closer to my sit spots.
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