future violet

[lol i guess i'm feeling masochistic tonight........]

As Izaak and I had a stand off in the tiny, colorful bedroom, I regretted asking him to join me on my two-week-long trip to see my mom.  

"Bro, I'm not fuckin' going and you're not gonna make me.  I'm not a punk ass conservative like you.  If you wanna go to their cult meeting, have at it, but I'm stayin' here."

I hated how calm he was able to stay while I flew off the handle.  "Lower your voice.  We're going with your family to church, whether it's peacefully or with you kicking and screaming."

"Fuck off.  You don't even believe in their bullshit religion."

"It's not about religion, it's about spending time with your family on their terms, not yours.  Plus you could probably use a sermon to learn more proper behavior."  Izaak mustered up a half smile, hands still on his hips as he blocked my escape route.

"Fuck you and your proper behavior," I scoffed, arms folded.  "I'm not going."

"That was not an option."  

Before I was able to get my rebuttal out, Izaak reached forward to grab my ear, then brought me over to the bed, throwing me over his lap.  As I began to protest, he tugged my pj pants down and threw a leg over my feet.  

"What the fuck, stop!" I nearly shouted, only stopping myself because I didn't want my family to hear.  

"Are you going to be a good girl and get ready to go?"

"Fuck no!!"  I squirmed, trying to free myself from the lock he had on my legs, but Izaak pushed me back into place, grabbing my wrists with his left hand as heavy swats rained down on my bare bottom.  I bit my lip to keep from crying out, thankful the walls were thick because I wouldn't want to answer questions later.  

Izaak didn't say anything, just gave me one of his "proper hand spankings," hard and fast so that I jolted forward with each swat.  

"You can't make me go!" I finally said.  "I get freedom of religion, goddammit.  It's not like your people in the Middle East."

The spanking halted for a moment and I breathed a sigh of relief, even though I knew it would be short-lived.  Izaak kept his grip on me as he pulled open the nightstand.  I looked back just in time to see him bring out the heavy wooden hairbrush, only a second to wonder when he had put that in there because it came crashing down harshly against my already scorched bottom.

"Aayyyyy fuck!!!" I shrieked, bucking up and trying to squirm to dodge the smacks but that obviously wouldn't work.  Izaak had too strong of a grip on me.

The swats came down quickly and hard enough to know he was determined to break me.  The loud POPs had to have been heard by my family, so I tried my hardest not to cry out to prevent any questions.  But then he moved exclusively to my sit spots and upper thighs.  Rather than give in and agree to go, I cried out.  I wanted to yell at him to stop, but it came out as unintelligible yelps.

After enduring a good hairbrushing for a few minutes (long enough to get epic bruises), Izaak stopped.  "Don't make me fully break you, Esperanza.  As much as your family would appreciate you being a perfect little princess, I don't think you want me to get out the 'emergency kit' over something as silly as going to mass."

Emergency kit is the corny name he gave the bag of torture objects he'd brought for me — butt plug, rope, rectal thermometer, and some other stuff that I hoped to never have to experience.  

I finally allowed my body to relax, feeling defeated.  Getting punished for this was so stupid, and it wasn't worth it to take more when the outcome was going to be the same.  Grrrrr.  

"I don't wanna go."

Izaak pushed me up a little so that my thighs were easier to strike.  He didn't bother warming up with his hand, just started an assault on my thighs with the hairbrush.  It took me so much by surprise that I couldn't stop my shrieks.  

"Fine!  Fine!  I'll go!"  The only way I could get him to stop because ouch.

He gave me a final hard swat and tossed the brush back in the drawer, lifting me up.  My hands flew to rub the sting out of my bottom.

"If your dress is too short, everyone will see that you were spanked."

I blushed, reaching to pull my pjs back up.  "Sometimes I hate you," I spat.

"Later you'll thank me."

x-x-x-x

My dress covered most of Izaak's damage, but there was a forming-bruise that peeked out every so often.  The hard pews were uncomfortable as the priest rambled on in Spanish.  I was thankful for kneeling, even though I was still pissed about being there.

It showed in my attitude.  Izaak kept giving me mean looks when I hadn't even realized how bitchy I was.  Then once, I had my phone out and was texting Molly when I felt his warm breath in my ear.  "Put that away or we will go outside and warm you up again."

I shot him a death glare but put it up for a minute... until he was distracted again.  I thought I was sly, but then I got cocky and stayed on it too long, realizing it when Izaak's fingers wrapped around my upper arm.  Luckily we were sitting at the end of the bench, near the wall, so we didn't have to walk in front of many people.

To be honest, leaving that service to get spanked was kind of like a dream.  Listening to that priest was much worse than a beating.

Izaak led me to a wooded area and I wondered how much of him had already planned to do this and was just looking for an excuse.  He already had a tree in mind to pick a switch from and then ordered me to bend over.  

"Yo, that looks brutal..."

Instead of speaking, he whipped the switch against my bare thighs, the little part my dress didn't cover up.  Being so low hurt like fucking hell.  But then people would definitely see!  "If you don't want any more that low, then do as you were told without comments."

Grumbling, I bent over, nearly touching my toes and feeling proud for a moment — all the working out with Izaak had increased my flexibility!  But then he pushed up my dress and began whipping me with the switch, concentrating mostly on my already achy thighs.  I squeezed my calves to remind myself to not break position, but the biting pain was hard to bear.

This is going to be a long trip....