Among The Wildflowers

𝕋𝕨𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕪-𝕗𝕚𝕧𝕖: Never Leave

A/N: Hello lovely readers! As a special gift to y'all during this Christmas season, I've decided to post a day early and do a double update! Hope y'all enjoy and have a wonderful Christmas/Holiday 💗

Stan's face goes scarlet as Nic hurries upstairs. When she returns, she hands Gina the wooden brush.

"You two girls go upstairs and stay there for a while."

When the girls are gone, Gina sits down on the chair she'd been holding Nic in earlier. She smacks the brush onto her palm, which makes Stan flinch.

"C'mere."

Stan remains glued to the floor. He doesn't speak a word of protest, he just stands there.

"Now," Gina says, darkly.

Painfully slowly, Stan makes his way towards Gina.

"Boy, if I have to get up and haul ya over here, it's gonna be far worse," Gina warns, her patience wearing thin.

Upon hearing that, Stan practically runs to stand before Gina.

"Look at me."

Stan timidly looks up, his expression fearful.

"Why am I giving ya a whippin'?"

The boy swallows hard as he looks into Gina's furious eyes.

"Answer me, Jacob," she orders, gripping the brush tighter.

When Stan replies, his voice comes out squeaky.

"Because I threw your plate."

"And who'd ya throw it at?"

"Nic," Stan whispers.

"Speak up."

"I threw it at Nic."

Stan sees renewed fury flash across Gina's face.

"What else?"

"I cussed at Nic and Kate."

"And," Gina prods.

"I called 'em names."

Gina lets her eyes bore into Stan's for a moment, before she continues.

"Do ya understand that if that plate had hit her, she could've been extremely hurt?"

"Yes ma'am," Stan says, quietly, looking away.

"Look at me," Gina says, grasping Stan's chin and turning it towards her,"ya could've hurt her. If ya ever throw something at someone again, you'll be getting this hairbrush on your bare bottom, do ya understand?"

Stan's face turns an even deeper shade of red,"Yes ma'am."

Gina releases his chin and leans back against the armless chair.

"Over my knee."

Stan glances at the hairbrush in Gina's hand. He bites his bottom lip to keep it from trembling, as he lowers himself over her left knee.

Just like last time, Gina swings her right leg over Stan's, to keep both his legs down.

"This is really gonna hurt, Jacob," she warns, securing an arm around the boy's waist,"I expect ya to take it without squirming around too much. If ya throw your hand back, it'll be worse, understand?"

"Yes ma'am," Stan mumbles.

Gina brings the brush down harshly on Stan's bottom, eliciting a startled yelp from him.

"Speak up," Gina says, sharply.

"Yes ma'am," Stan replies, louder this time, his voice shaky.

Not wanting to waste anymore time, Gina begins the spanking.