"I sowwy sirw. Not do it again, please." I shake i the corner as my 'daddy' walks with an angry look on his face. "You know the rules and you broke them, now you have to be punished."
I should probably back up and explain. See I'm a little, meaning even though my real age is 18, my headspace is four. The man I refer to as Sir, should be my cargiver and take care of me...but he's mean. He gave me way to many rules to follow and continues to add to them, just so he can punish me.
And thats not meaning time out or spankies. No that means hits to the face, forced big boy play time, beltings, whipping if I'm particularly bad or he feels like it, and hurting my boy parts...
So thats why when he said punishment I began to shake even more. I accidentally called him by his actual name and now I'm in big trouble. "This is the last time slut. I'm begining to think you like the pain, and if thats the case your going to love the rest of the night."
He drags me by my hair and down to the basement. And throws me down. I try hard not to cry because that only make him angrier. He rips my clothes off and bends me over before something large tears me as he slides it into my bum. I feel the tears I don't want to come, and then it starts to move. He flips me over and hits me across the face. "This is it slut. I don't want you anymore. I thought they said you were trained. Well we're going to break all those bad habbits. Starting with speaking."
He stand and takes off his belt. "When do we speak?" Im scared tl answer but open my mouth and manage "onwy when spo'en to?" I scream when the belt of the buckle crahes onto my leg. "When do we speak?" I try to say it again but before only get out the w of when and the bickle comes down again.
By the fifth time I refuse to open my mouth. "Good, now whats my name?" I stare at him confused and scared unsure if I'm supposed to speak. "Si-agh!!!" The buckle hits my arm and there's a snap. I curl in on myself and cry. "Quite. That. Incessant. Crying. You. Little. Bitch!" Each time he says a word he hits me. I don't even know what I'm being punished for anymore.
He swaps the belt for the flogger and begins hitting over the bruises and my boy parts. I flinch each time and he hits harder everytime I flinch. I don't know when it happened but I somehow come out of my littlespace. This rarely ever happens with devoted littles like me. It's who we are, and only severe trauma can push out our little us.
By the time he's done I cant think straight. The pain is so much I'm numb and I cant see because of the black dots swimming in my vision. He walks out and leaves me there and I eventually loose conciousness.
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I come awake shaking violently. My breathing is ragged and my eyes dart all over the room. I'm still im the basement and when I try to stand I get sick all over the floor. I manage to crawl up the stairs and to my room, finding the pair of normal clothes and putting them on. I stumble to a somewhay standing position and shuffle towards the door. HE is passed out on the floor in the kitchen.
When I make it out the door I walk in the direction of town, hoping to make it to the littles shelter there. It was where he got me from and I know the owner will help me. I black out at one point but find myself at the shelter when I come to. I push the door open and walk inside.
"Im sorry but were not-oh my god, Matty is that you? What happened?" I stay looking at the floor unable to move for fear that now that I'm in a cg's sight I'll be hurt. I see a hand and flich falling backwards and landing on the hard floor, shivering.
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Laurence POV
I had just gotten the last little fixed for the morning when thex door chimed. "I'm sorry but were not-oh my God Matty is that you?" I remember the little from when he was here. He was a bubbly bright little who loved helping out as much as possible.
But the boy I see before me is a shell. He's unhealthily thin shaking like a leaf and he doesn't look up. "Sweetie, love, look at me." I reach for his hand but he flinches and falls to the floor, shivvering worse than he was. I swallow bile as I watch this poor boy curl as far in on himself as he can. "Sarah, can you watch the shelter while I handle some urgent business?" She sticks her head out and her eyes widen when she sees the boy, now in my arms.
After getting an okay I rush to my car and place him gently in the front seat. "Not, supposed to...front seat..." I freeze when I hear his normal voice. No lisp, or mixed words. I grit my teeth and take him to the hospital for littles. "I need a doctor!" I yell as soon as I enter the building. They bring out a stretcher and I place him on it. "Are you his caregiver sir?"
I shake my head. "I'm the owner of the shelter he was adopted from. I can fill out his information, and as soon as his caregiver shows his no good face I'll kill him. Its obvious there's abuse and he out of his little space." Her eyes widen and she nods before handing me the clipboard.
I sit down and fill out the information. After turning it in I make a call to my brother. "Hey, sorry I ain't there I had an emergency."he sighs and says "looks its cool but lets not make a habit out of this." I laugh and say "sorry but it was Matty, Jacob you should have seen him. He looked dead. And he was out of his headspace." He gasps and we say bye just as the doctor comes in.
"Well, he had a few broken bones, some internal bleeding and a concussion. Not to mention the bruising and scars. There was some bad wounds on his genitals, CBT I suppose and some tearing in his anal cavity. He should be alright, but I heard you say he came out of his headspace?" I nod.
"He's never been out of headspace, I'm sure its from the trauma. May I go see him?" He nods and says "be quiet though, he's sleeping and he needs it." I nod and go to the room he said. He seems so small laying with all the tubes and wires. I sigh and take his hand, sitting beside him.
He twitches and slowly comes awake. "Hey, sweetheart. How you feeling?" He blinks at me at his lip trembles and he voice is scratchy as he says "I'm sorry. He...and I...I didn't know where else to go..." He's still out of headspace then. I bite my lip and say "well don't worry, I'm not letting anyone hurt you like this again."
He nods and says "but...I don't want to be a little anymore...its no longer a safe place for me, to relieve stress..." I sigh and smile at him. "There's a littles trauma unit in this hospital. I'm going to work there with them to help you get better. Alright love?" He looks skeptical but nods. Maybe this will turn into a happy ending.
