Fascism.

Chapter 6

Louis pov

I've been here for a couple of weeks now. I haven't gone one single day without being spanked. I either cuss which he doesn't like me doing now. Or I cry. My stupid emotions. I don't understand why it's so fucking wrong to cry. I think he's the way he is because he doesn't cry. He has so much bottled up emotions that he's an asshole now. I hate him but I can't help but feel like I'm falling in love with him all at the same time. I know I sound stupid. Maybe I am stupid. He says the only emotions he feels is pride and anger. He doesn't allow himself to be fuckin happy! He's a scary person to be around. I also believe he's bipolar but I'd rather die than have a conversation about that with him. Hell he might kill me. He might kill me anyways. I got off topic. So, if he only feels those two emotions that means he's never loved someone, he's never hated someone it's kinda disgusting. He's had to have loved someone right? His mum? His dad? Siblings? He loved his family. At least he used to. You can't go throughout your whole life not loving someone. Of course he's at his desk on his what I now is a laptop. I'm kneeled down beside him. Like a dog. Speaking of which, I have a collar but that's not the worst part. I'm also on a leash. I've never been so degraded in my life! "Sir?" I asked. "Yes, pet." He answered making me cringe. "You love your mum right?" I asked. "Correction, I loved my mum. I have no connections with her anymore. Anne is just another person in this community to me now. Sure when I was younger I loved her but it's hard to love someone who you don't associate with." He finished. Oh my gosh. "What about your father?" I asked. "Never really was a very good parent to me. Although he's who I can thank for my achievements. He taught me to be brave. But no I never felt love for him either." He sighed. "So you don't love anyone?" I asked sadly. "No Lou. I don't think I do." He sighed. "I'm sorry for bothering you sir." I whispered meekly. "No bother baby girl." He answered going back to work. "Sir, Mother's Day is coming up, you should talk to her." I suggested. "Louis. Stay out of my life. Don't make me punish you." He warned. "But sir I think it would be good for you to love someone." I told him he stood up so I did too. "Did I tell you you could get up?" He asked. "No sir but," I started. "No buts. I thought you'd be perfect, I was wrong. You try to fix to much shit. If you bring up one more thing about my family, you'll regret it." He told me. "But sir! She surely misses you! It would be a great surprise for her on Mother's Day if you..." I was cut off by him slapping me. "Shut. The. Fuck. Up." He spoke through gritted teeth. I lay on the ground clutching my cheek. This slap was worse than the first one. "Ow." I meekly muttered. "Shut up. You're not allowed to speak." he told me. He walked back to his desk and started working again. It was an hour before my cheek stopped throbbing in pain. "Come here." He ordered. I stood up and walked over there still holding my cheek. "Move your hand." He ordered softly pulling me down onto his lap. I slowly peeled my hand away from my face. "I'm sorry baby girl. I just got angry." He sighed kissing my bruising cheek. I nodded. He held me close and kissed my cheek every now and then. "I bought you some makeup, and some panties. Would you like that?" He asked. When I was younger I always asked for girl underwear and got into my moms makeup and dressed in girls clothing. I bet he knows about that. I bet he knows about everything I've ever done. Somehow it's not as creepy as I would think it to be. He's the government. The whole government. Of course he knows what's going on. "Yes sir. I'd love it sir. Thank you." I smiled up at him. "You're welcome baby girl. How's your cheek?" He asked carefully. "It's feeling better now sir." I answered. "Do my kisses help?" He asked. I blushed. I don't know how to answer that. I know if I say no he's gonna stop and I like the kisses. "Yes sir. They help." I answered. He just smirked and kissed my cheek again, then again, then again, then again. By the end of it I was a giggling mess. "Stop it daddy stop it." I giggled. "There you go." He said enthusiastically. I gave him a confused look. "Think about what you just called me baby girl." He said. My eyes widened in realization. "I'm so sorry sir I didn't mean to don't punish me please." I begged. "No no no baby girl. You did a good job calling me daddy. You're daddy's good little girl right?" He asked. I hesitated. This could be a trap. "Yes daddy." I whispered. "That's my baby girl." He grinned. "You're not going to uh actually uh make me be a uh baby are you?" I asked blushing. "No of course not." He seemed disgusted that I even asked that question. "Thanks." I said sounding relieved. "If you're a good girl for me until after dinner I'll give you the panties and the makeup alright? You've been such a good girl today." He told me.

After dinner

He picked me up and jogged up the stairs with me in his arms. He set me on our bed and got the makeup out first. He gave it to me and I opened it squealing and thanking him over and over. Next was the panties most were just lacy panties and thongs but there were a few related to spanking. *sigh* "So?" He asked. "I love them but will I have to wear the spanking ones when I get spanked?" I asked. "Yes." He answered. "Okay." I sighed. "But not all the time." He added. I nodded. We put them up and crawled into bed. "Goodnight baby girl." He said turning out the lamp. "Night daddy." I blushed.

A/N: soooo? *smirks*