(Content Warning)

(8 year old Cole POV)

I yelp as I’m awakened by a sharp blow to the back of my neck. Before I can fully process what’s going on I receive a harsh slap across my face. I grab the side of my face, gently rubbing away the sting as my eyes well up in tears. I yelp again as my mom starts yelling at me.

“What are you doing sleeping before dinner? There’s too much you need to get done before you go to bed and you know it.”

I try to back away from her as she’s only inches from my face. Unfortunately this show of fear earns me another hard slap across my face before she grabs me by the back of my neck and drags me out of my chair.

‘Fuck! Not the submission hold. Anything but that.’

I think silently. But it is. She forces me to my feet as I try to fight against going to my father’s office, the place of nightmares for me. My fight gets worse, crying and begging my mom not to leave me with him but as always my pleas fall upon deaf ears. She opens his door to find him on the phone. I get shoved harshly down into a chair, I know better than to run away.

“What has he done now?”

Father asks with a sadistic smile on his face as he hangs up the phone.

“His teacher called asking questions as to why he was sleeping instead of eating lunch and I caught him just now sleeping instead of doing homework.”

I try to reason with them even though I know it’s useless.

“I’m allowed to sleep during lunch and my homework is done.”

“Silence!”

They yell in unison as I cringe farther back into the plush armchair. My eyes are quickly darting between the two of them as they discuss what the punishment will be for sleeping in school and before bedtime. The problem is, they’re in a link so as not to share the sadistic punishment I’m in store for.

I can tell by the darkening of my father’s eyes that he was going to take his frustration out on me which means this isn’t going to be a simple bare bottom belting. No, this was bound to be much worse and I can’t stop myself from shaking and whimpering in fear.

“Mommy please don’t leave me.”

I whisper as she walks by, tears again in my eyes. She doesn’t so much as glance my way giving me a nauseating feeling in the pit of my stomach.

“So, what had you up so late that you can’t stay awake in school?”

His voice is low, growling out every word as he walks toward the cabinet holding his favorite belt.

“Daddy, please.” I whisper, “you know I was with you until eleven last night. I always go to bed at eight, nine at the latest.”

“You liar! You know no such thing happened! You were sent to bed and simply didn’t go! Put your arms straight out in front of you! Stand up!”

I’m whimpering badly as I try to stand but I’m shaking so bad that I fall the first time I try.

“Stand up!”

He yells again, making me yelp in fear. I finally stand with my arms out in front of me and he doesn’t hesitate to bring the thick leather belt down hard across both my hands.

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