chapter 19

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19

There was supposed to be so much more of this chapter, but it was getting too long and well I need to sleep and then I'm busy tomorrow so I can't continue writing but I wanted to update and I'm talking too much. Anyway, I'll be updating 1000 Paper Cuts next, then the second part of the "punishment" which will be legit rough punishment will probably be updated on the weekend, or I might even have to split it into three separate parts. It's complicated haha. So think of this as part one of punishment and part two and possible part three if it takes that long to write the thing will be coming soon. Never mind just read!!

For an entire week there was no indication, or barely a mention of what my punishment was going to be. Vic didn't so much as even touch me. Sure, he'd still kiss be briefly on the lips when I left for school, but it would never go past that. He wouldn't even hold me when we were in bed like he usually would. Instead he told me to stay on my side and gave some cryptic comment about my punishment.

I was beginning to think that depriving me of sex was my punishment, and if it was, I hoped it would be over soon. I couldn't imagine it would be that fun for Vic either. He was just forcing himself to abstain as well, but I was sure the satisfaction of making me squirm overcame his need to be with me physically.

I was a hormone filled teenage boy and I had gotten used to having sex on most days, so now that that privilege was gone, well, it was torture, and Vic knew that. He would walk around the house wearing next to nothing, silently teasing me, knowing full well that he wouldn't let us act on our needs. It was torturous.

Now, it was Saturday, the weekend, which I would usually spend all of my time with Vic, but with sex out of the equation and the fact that I was actually a little mad at him, didn't make the day that fun. In fact, when it reached the late afternoon, he made me go and sit in our room, by myself, and said I could only come out when he came to get me, so I was laying on the bed playing a game on my phone. I could have been doing homework, but without Vic's affection this week I had more time to study so I was up to date with everything.

The week had gone by agonizingly slow. For Monday and Tuesday I was practically the laughing stock of the school because of the way the party ended, and of course Dan teased me non-stop, but it wasn't that bad. I just ignored it. After all, it probably wasn't the first time they've had a party and it got shut down by parents or the police. Everyone got over it though. Ashton apologized to me profusely for getting drunk and not helping me get rid of the people. He sounded really guilty for 'going off the rails', as he called it. There was something up with him. He seemed really down on Monday morning and wouldn't say why. He did however say how much he regretted drinking at all and said something about something being on his mind. I got the feeling he was drinking away his problems, whatever they were. He stayed tight-lipped about whatever was wrong. I hoped it wasn't anything that I did. I was quick to forgive him though.

Other than all of that, the week went by like normal, and now here I was on my Saturday afternoon, going into Saturday night, all by myself in our room. I wondered if he would keep me here all night. He should have been at work by now, but I knew he wasn't. I could hear sounds coming from downstairs. I could hear multiple people, not too many people, but a few, and Vic's voice shouting orders, not that I could make out exactly what he was saying. I eventually gave up listening though.

After a while, loud music was being blared throughout the house. It was the type of music used for when you're dancing, or at clubs. Now I was really, really curious as to what was going on. Vic gave me strict instructions not to leave the room, and I didn't want to make him mad, so I stayed. On Sunday morning after the party, Vic was no longer angry at me. He had apologized for yelling at me and things were okay again, so I wanted to keep it that way. He obviously had something planned for tonight and I would stay out of the way until he wanted me.

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