should've thought of that

first and last chapter.

       (Enoch's POV)
   Emma. The name of that EVIL, FIERY, BITCHY succubus brought a bad taste in my mouth. Of course she would take my knife. Only a jerk like her would do this. Stupid Emma.
   I stalked across the hall to her room. I checked to see if anyone was in there. I smile, as nobody is in. I sneak into her room and take a glance. Its nothing special.
   I search and search for my knife, my ONLY knife. But alas, emma has probably hidden it somewhere else. I am considering leaving to look in a different room, when my good luck runs dry.
   "What are you doing in my room you little creep! GET OUT OR I SWEAR I WILL BURNTHEHELLOUTOFYOU!!!"  emma basically screached I. My ear. Damn she is freaking LOUD.
   "I'll leave when I get my knife back you bitch!" I retorted. I stood firmly on her beige carpet and glared her in the eye. I allowed myself a victorious smile due to the expression on her face.
   I gleefully watched as she struggled with what to say. I apparently caught her by surprise with the "bitch". My mismatched eyes peer into her greenish blues with a very " fuck you-ish" expression.
   Sadly, in my brief moment of fuck you, Emma left. I was left confused. A thought entered into my brain, but I shook it away. She wouldn't snitch. I think....
   Gradually, my stomach began to tighten and I felt like an entire swarm of butterflies was flying around in my stomach. I decided not to linger in Emma's room.
   I went over the conversation we had, and realized that I could get in a LOT of trouble. I was in her room without consent, I had no good reason, as the knife I was upset about was something Miss Peregrine did not know I had. I could get in trouble for having it. Also, I called Emma a bitch.
   I really was hoping she would not snitch. For a moment I considered apologising. Then I remembered that it was Emma. I figured that Emma would've told anyway, so it wasn't really up for discussion.
   "Mr. O'Conner, will you come down here? I would like to... Have a discussion with you." Miss peregrine called.
   Damnit Emma. I slowly took a breath and walked up to see miss p. Emma was sitting in one seat, and miss p sat in another. A third one beckoned for me to sit.
   I took a seat and waited.
   "Mr. O'Conner, Miss Bloom says that's you invaded her room, called her a profane and disrespectful word, and are keeping a knife, even when I have told you no knives. Is this true?" She questioned.
    Glaring at Emma, I reluctantly nodded. Miss P pursed her lips and waved Emma away. Emma secretly made a victory face at me and left the office, shutting the door.
   For a moment, I didn't know what to expect.
   "Enoch, before I give you the punishment, I would like to tell you what will happen, so I don't have you suffer unnecessarily."
   My stomach squirmed, waiting for her to tell me the punishment. I was hoping something not super bad. My hopes were dashed by her next statement.
   "I will tell you, I you won't like it, but I'm going to spank you. What you did today was rude, and insensitive to Emma's feelings. And hiding a knife from me?! Those are dangerous!"
   Spank. Fuuuuuck. It has been literally decades. And if my stomach butterfly infestation was anything before, it was a billion times worse now.
   Miss P looked at me with concern. I hadn't really been talking I guess. She sighed and got up, clearly wanting to get this over with. I, however, seemed to be glued to my seat. I could not bring myself to her.
  
(Miss P's POV)
   Enoch didn't get up and come to me, so I got up instead and helped him up.
   "Overall straps off, please." I heard myself say in an authoritarian tone. His throat seemed to be having trouble swallowing, and he looked paler than usual. He slowly, and very reluctantly peeked the clothing off.
   He was left in boxers, and he looked uncomfortable. I beckoned him over the desk and grabbed my trusty ruler.

(Enoch's POV)
   I'm ashamed, because my eyes have started watering, and the punishment hasn't  even started yet. I roll my toes along the smooth hardwood floor and anticipate the first one.
   A loud SMACK reaches my ears, and then I feel the pain. I decide to keep quiet and bear this spanking in silence. A few seconds pass by, and the cycle repeats itself several times. I'm upset as it is getting harder to breathe.
   Then she places a ruler on my bottom. I can feel my lip trembling. I'm hoping my will to not cry will overcome the pain. A sharp resounding slap fills the room. I feel a tear escape, and after a few more smacks, realize my hopes of going down quietly were dashed.
   "Miss P, please can you stop?"
   I'm ashamed at how quiet and weak my voice is, and I hope it will make her let me go. I hear her sigh and feel the press of her hand on my back. I whimper, because my attempts were futile.
   The next thwack of the ruler makes me curl my toes and try to squeeze in the tears. After a moment, she decides to lift me slightly. In realization, I attempt to escape, and am silenced by the ruler. I finally cry out, due to the fact that the ruler was on my sit spots.
   She starts swatting the tender section of my bottom, and results in me sobbing. I start begging even, hoping that she'll stop, but to no avail.
   At one point I actually tried to block her with my hand, but she swatted it until I moved it away. My sobs start getting shamefully loud, and I start trying to stifle them with my sleeve.
   It took me a moment to realize I wasn't being punished anymore. I felt myself being lifted into her arms. To be honest, I didn't know she could do that. She sat on her chair and rubbed circles into my back.
   This is where my memory gets fuzzy. I think it is because I probably fell asleep. What I do know, however, is that I should probably stop acting like a "brat" and follow the rules.

  Tbh, I probably won't though.