Fnaf

Punishment 3

Vincent knew it was wrong.

Vincent knew he would get in trouble.

And Vincent knew, he didn't care.

He had gone months without killing anyone.
Gone months without much outside interaction. And most of that was Freddy talking to him, or spanking him. Often the latter, leaving him unable to sit for days on end.

But Vincent was able to crack the lock, and was going to be free, if only for a few hours. He knew Freddy might spank him until his ass fell off, but he just needed to fo this. He needed to kill at least one guard. He needed to get out. He needed... He needed...

It was open.

Vincent glanced around outside. It seemed to be a long metal hallway with carpeted floors. Most likely to cover up the animatronics footsteps. He closed the door behind him, locking it back. He had set up a fake Vincent by putting some pillows under the blanket, as well as putting his clothes on it. Turning out the lights helped. That way freddy would just think that he was sleeping.

He was coming back. He knew how to get back in. He knew that Freddy would eventually come looking for him.

He didn't want to think about that.

Making his way down the hallway, he listened for thr footsteps of anyone. Nothing. He continued on, trying to stay quiet. He came to a door, and after listening to make sure no one was behind it, he slowly opened it.

That was a mistake.

Freddy was right there, waiting for him. Vincent felt a shiver run up his spine, looking up at the huge animatronic. Knowing full well that his ass was going to come to an end.

Freddy said nothing, simply motioning for him to move back. Vincent did so, not wishing to anger the bear any further than he already was.

Freddy closed the door behind him, and turned back to Vincent, who was looking defeated. Putting a hand on his back, Freddy wordlessly lead him back to the room. Vincent was close to crying, freedom being so close, yet so far. His one chance, gone. And now he'd get the ass wopping of a lifetime.

Freddy opened the door, letting Vincent go in first, then shutting the door behind them both. Vincent had turned on the lights, so it want hard to see the fake on the bed.

Freddy belt to one knee, and motioned for Vincent to come closer. Vincent flinched, and, against better judgement, tried to plead.

He pleaded to the Bear, "Please don't do this, I just wanted to see the outside world again." But it fell on deaf ears. Then Freddy said, "I understand, but your here for a reason. Now, don't make me come over there."

Vincent felt frustrated tears well up in his eyes, feeling like a naughty child who disobeyed their parent. Despite knowing the consequences, he turned and walked to the bed.

Freddy stayed where he was, calmly watching Vincent. The man sat down, and crossed his arms.

Oh? So that's how he wanted to play?

Standing up, Feeddy decided that they needed a change of pace. After making sure he had locked the door, Freddy made his way over to the dresser.

Vincent watched wearily as Freddy walked over to the dresser, feeling like something was off. Then he watched freddy open a hidden part of the Dresser that he had never noticed.

He watched in horror as Freddy pulled out a blue onesie, that had snappers on the back. He felt even more dread when he saw him take out what appeared to be a paddle.

Freddy made his way over, and stood in front of Vincent. After putting the items on the bed, he picked up Vincent, whom was still sitting cross armed on the bed. Vincent yelped when he suddenly found himself being undressed.

It took a bit of struggling, and a few ass pops, but Feeddy finally had Vincent in the blue onesie. Freddy was very pleased. Vincent, on the other had, was horrified. He looked like a toddler!

Then Freddy sat down.

He pulled Vincent over his lap, and that's when Vincent realized just how badly he fucked up.
He whimpered, hoping that would deter the Animatronic, yet it did nothing.

Freddy raised his hand. And begun the spanking.

SLAP
The first one made Vincent flinch.
SLAP
The second one made him whiper.
SLAP
The third one made him wiggle.
SLAP
SLAP
SLAP
SLAP
SLAP
SLAP
SLAP
By the tenth one, Vincent was panting a little, knowing there was more to come, and dreading every second of it.

SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP
'15...' Counted Vincent in his head, moving around sudibly as to not catch Feddys attention.
SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP
SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP
25. How many was he getting?

SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP
SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP
SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP.
40. Was he getting 50 normal, and 60 paddle?! That was too much, even for this! Still, he panted, trying to keep still and not make a sound, despite wanting to cry.

SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP
SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP
50. Wait, why wasn't he stopping-?!

SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP
SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP
60. Despite himself, Vincent Felt tears slip past his defences, and his lungs burned with the cries he contained. Still, he was going to take this with dignity. He refused to-

SLAP
to-
SLAP
To give-
SLAP
To give him-
SLAP
To-
SLAP
Vincent let out a sob, 65. He wasted starting to lose count. He wiped Freddy want doing 100.

SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP
70
SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP
SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP
SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP
SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP
90- Was it 90?-

SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP
SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP
100. Vincent was crying, sobbing, and just wanted it to stop. He was on the verge of begging, bust wasn't quite there yet.

And then Freddy raied the paddle, unspapping the back of his onesie. And Vincent just Broke. His sobbing finally broke the gates, and his hands flew back to protect his nose Bright red rear from any more abuse.

Freddy moved his hands, pinning them. Vincent began to swing his legs, crying and sobbing and begging please please please--

SMACK
Vincent screamed.
SMACK
He begged please please please---
SMACK
Vincent sobbed hysterically, squirming and trying to move but Freddy had his legs pinned--
SMACK
"Please!" VIncent cried,
SMACK
"NO more! PLEASE!"

Then freddy spoke. "Count the last 5." It was an order. He always did this, making him count the last ones, ir they would start from the beginning.

SMACK
"One!"
SMACK
"TWO!"
SMACK
"T-three!"
SMACK
"Uhm, uhum," Feeddy sighed, and- "FOUR! Four!"
SMACK
"FIVE! Five! Please no more! I'm sorry, I'm so sorry! I'll never do it again, just please be more!" Vincent sobbed, his body limp, his ass burned like someone set it on fire, and he just couldn't stop Crying.

Freddy gently rubbed Vincent's rear, And, reaching over to the desk, he pulled the location off the top. He then applied it to Vincent, helping the man calm down. Afterwards, Freddy then picked up Vincent baby style. This caused him to turn bright red, and feel very shamed. Still, he didn't fight, not daring to make him mad.

Finally, Vincent was rocked to sleep, and Freddy Put him under the covers. After making sure he was comfy, he walked over to the Door, turned ou the lights and, after one last look, closed the door.