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The Ruler | stanley barber

"I'm not the only one who notices they do that, right?" Stan asked, looking at Sydney. She looked at him and raised her eyebrows quizzically.

"Every time they eat they stare at it like it's poisoned. Then after they're finished they rush to the bathroom." He said, still staring intently at the doors. Sydney shrugged.

"Maybe they have fast bowels." She said with a snicker. Stanley didn't have the heart to laugh with her, he simply nodded somberly.

"Yeah..."

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Stanley placed his car in park as he pulled into your driveway. He adjusted his mirror to look at his hair, making sure his appearance was palatable. He had to after all. He was spending the weekend at your house, and he'd be damned if he looked like a fool in front of you, of all people.

He hopped out of his far and shook his body, attempting to free the jitters he felt rising. He sighed and approached your door, knocking loud enough for you to hear but not too loud, of course. His heart began to pound as you opened the door, a small smile on your face.

"Hey, there homeslice." He blurted out. You laughed and opened the door further for him to step inside.

"You're very strange Stanley Barber." You said, locking up once he was inside. Stan laughed.

"Strange is my middle name baby. Now come on. I pirated some sick-ass movies."

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Your stomach tensed as you barreled another handful of chips into your mouth. You winced as it ran down your throat, another amalgamation of junk being added to the pile in your abdomen. After every rise is a fall, and after every purge is a binge.

You became so scared of what you had been doing to your body that surely if you didn't eat anything and everything you would've died right then and there. Keeled over and started writhing in pain as your body finally gave out.

But now, there was so much food in your body that you started to feel sick again. Your brain was starting to panic and you felt intense guilt wash over you. You didn't deserve this food. How would you ever fit into those clothes you wanted if you kept eating like this? You stood abruptly, causing Stan to look at you.

"Everything alright?" He asked. You nodded.

"Bathroom." You said simply before rushing through the door. Thankfully, the bathroom was right next to your room, so you were there in ten seconds flat.

Stanley watched as you ran out, desperate to get there as soon as you could. He couldn't help but lean his ear against the wall, praying that his worst fear wouldn't be confirmed. But just like that, he heard the intense retching from beyond the barrier. He looked at his hands as he continued to listen to the sound of you emptying your stomach for what felt like hours.

After far too long, he heard the toilet flush and the water run. He lifted his head off the wall, and you were back in the room in around a minute. You gave him a weak smile, no doubt trying to conceal what had just happened.

"Sorry about that... When you gotta go you gotta go... yaknow..." You trailed off, trying your best to not sound awkward. Stanley stared at you for a second, wondering how to address this.

"(Y/n)... Do you have bulimia?" He asked. Your face paled, and you felt the urge to throw up resurface.

"W-What? No. That's crazy Stanley." You replied, folding your arms across your body, almost as if you were shielding yourself from him. He stood up from your bed and approached you.

"(Y/n). Tell me the truth or I'll... I'll spank you!" He exclaimed the first thing that came to his mind. Your eyes widened and you made a noise that was half laugh, half scoff.

"Stanley... What are you even talking about? I- I can't deal with you." You said with a laugh, almost feeling lighthearted at such an odd threat. Stan could tell you weren't taking this seriously. After all, he did just say he'd spank you.

"I'm gonna grab some water, I'll be right back." You said as you turned to the door. You prayed you'd successfully averted the conversation. Stanley, however, was not going to drop this that easily.

His eyes darted around the room, looking for some sort of leverage. Anything he could use to get you to just pause. And then, his eyes landed on your desk. Across it lie a ruler, and he got a stupid idea. A wonderfully stupid and perfectly Stanley Barber idea.

He grabbed the ruler and without a second thought, thwacked it across your ass. You yelped at the sudden pain. It wasn't excruciating, but it definitely caught you off guard. You turned to see Stanley looking at you triumphantly with a ruler in his hand.

"Did you just...?"

"Yeah! A-and I'll do it again if you don't talk to me!" He shouted. You stared at him in disbelief, unsure of what else you could do.

"Please..." He pleaded, now lowering the ruler. His voice was filled with sorrow and desperation, which only made you feel worse.

"I don't know how..." You whispered. Stan placed the ruler back on your desk before wrapping his arms around you tightly.

"Maybe you can't now but... I'm sure you will one day. I believe in you." He replied. You could feel the tension release from your shoulders as you sank deeper into his hug. You felt so frail against him, but somehow, safe.

"Thank you, Stanley. But please, never spank me again."