Sam's POV
I slowly walked downstairs to see my dad standing there, whip in hand, staring at me furiously. "I thought i told you to TIDY UP!" he shouted trying to stay calm.
"Y-yes m-master." I said just above a whisper.
"THEN WHATS THIS!" he pointed towards the messy living room also showing my attempt at cleaning the kitchen. The living room had food packets, plates, and dads 'toys' he punishes me with.
"I-im s-s-sorry. Please d-dont punish m-me." I said tears running down my face. He smirked gesturing me to go beside him. I inched closer and when i was in close proximity he grabbed me, threw me over the sofa, and pulled down my jeans then boxers showing my ass.
"A spanking should punish you enough." he chuckled as he smacked my ass repeatedly with his belt. I hate this. Pain. He keeps going and going as i scream in pain. Scream for help. After so many more whips, i start to feel some pleasure from it. I hold back moans yet my dick gets semi-hard. Master wont be able to tell, but its there. Many moments pass, then he grabs me off the sofa pulled my boxers and jeans back up and wslked out the house. Probably to get drunk or some shit like that. I sigh, and get to work on cleaning.
Hai. Tis i. Good? Bad? Meh? Thanks for reading hope you enjoyed. I dont know what to put. New update soon i guess... Bai
~Itz_Just_A_Boy~
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Jacksepticeye x reader part 2
RandomSo this story is a second part. If you havent read that one first read it. This is mainly set in Samuels POV. And im crap at writing... just to warn you.
