~FAILING IN REVERSE~ (spanking story)

Chapter 12: Recovery Part 1

So—I'm back! Had to take a long break at Perkins (like hours and hours) for a night just to be able to write (get away from chaos that is home right now). Although my safety was at risk momentarily when a drunk guy came in around 4am to scream and threaten people with violence. That was exciting. Not to mention all the loud tables (surprisingly for 4am. It's a 24 hour restaurant). Anywho...I wrote! I will WARN you though that I am quickly realizing this is sort of a guilty pleasure/cringe worthy book that is hella fun to write but also, like, ECK IT'S SO WEIRD. This is a really strange chapter but I hope you get a kick out of it like I did. I don't know why, but like, ALL of my characters (except for maybe Rami) are just, well, insane. They are all over the place, emotionally. I know this. Maybe it's because my parents were like this (but worse) or maybe, maybe, it's my emotions vomiting all over the pages. Anyway, whatever. Enjoy or don't. But would love it if you read! :D

The "next" day, or rather a continuation of last night, was spent taking it easy for the most part. Ben and Kamilla had discussed whether or not to cancel family night tonight due to everyone feeling exhausted from the night before. They had decided to sleep first for two hours only, as Kamilla had stated that, "any more than a nap will cause disequilibrium for our circadian rhythms, and we won't be able to sleep tonight." Neither you nor Ben bothered to question what that even meant, however you did want to whine when Kamilla dragged you out of bed at the promised time—two hours max.

"Come on. Last night was literal hell. Why don't you—" You begin.

You stop when you see Kam's face turn to stone. "Pardon? Do you really think it is a good idea to be rude to me when you have a spanking coming up already—for two infractions I might add?"

Your face sinks at that, and you scoff. "Which two?"

She gawks incredulously at you. "Oh, I don't know. Maybe sneaking out and lying about your smoking?"

Shame droops your eyes downward. "Oh, right. The smoking thing...But the nurses just tortured my ass from scrubbing it." You try your best at puppy eyes, and Kamilla drifts toward you, standing you up straight by your shoulders and forcing eye contact.

"Look, honey. I know last night was a train wreck, and you are absolutely a dejected mess. How about we run you a bath after your spanking, hmm? I'll be quick, and if you behave for me, I might even avoid using anything more than my hand." A coaxing smile alights on her face as she gives you a firm hug before leading you to the bed.

You stand there, already feeling defeated and worn, and she still wants to make you feel worse? This sadness forms into a pout, and Kamilla begins to feel less patient with you. "(Y/N), now, lower your pants for me and bend over the bed before I change my mind about going easy on you."

This sends you into instant obedience, and you find yourself dangling off the side of the bed, knees propping you on the floor.

"Thank you," she says, and immediately you feel the cold sting of Kamilla's icy hands on your bare ass.

You hiss, mostly from the cold than from the sting, and you sincerely hope she's not totally evil and avoids the tattoo. You want to cry just thinking about that potential for pain. And thankfully for you, she seems to.

Her hand drifts back and forth between your thighs and just one ass cheek, and this isn't so bad.

Until she begins her lecture. Lady loves her lectures, and she's a powerhouse of lectures. "Son, why are we here right now?"

Great. She wants participation.

You decide to pretend you didn't hear that. You are seven hours of sleep short of wanting to answer that.