He Saved Me

Chp 44

Mia's POV
I was waiting in my room for Daddy to come in. I know he told me to stand in a corner but I didn't want to. I didn't even know how long he was gonna take. I figured that when I hear his footsteps, I'll just go run into a corner and pretend I was there the whole time. I was so annoyed with my brothers. This is why I like spending time with Paris more. She never teases me. Brothers are different, they just love making fun of you.
I was deep in thought and didn't notice my door knob turning. It all happened so fast, I didn't hear any footsteps or knocking. Daddy's face looked angry and upset at the same time. His curls were tied back, so all his features were as clear as day to me. He saw me sitting on my bed and looked like he was gonna explode. I saw him holding something but couldn't get a good look at it, before he caught my attention with his voice. His teeth clenched and his eyes widened. "Didn't I tell you to stand in the corner?!" he said furiously. I didn't know what to say, I got scared and couldn't get any words out.
I had never seen Daddy so angry before. He paced towards where I was sitting, and pulled me off the bed. I stood up while he proceeded to sit down. I was confused. I really thought all this was gonna cost me much more than a lecture. Just then, I felt him tug my arm closer to him. "Get over my knees," he said with a deep voice. And that's when it hit me. This was going to be no lecture. This was about to be hell.
Before I could speak up, Daddy pulled me on to his lap, face down. Within seconds, I felt the first smack. And then the next one. I was getting a full on spanking. I cried out, not necessarily in pain but more from embarrassment. I was being punished like a little kid and I hated it. I started kicking my legs, so he put one leg over mine, making me unable to fidget with each spank. "HOW *spank spank* MANY TIMES DO *spank* I HAVE TO PUN *spank* ISH YOU FOR THE SAME *spank spank* THING?!" Daddy yelled between spanks.
The spanking was like barely a minute long, but it felt like forever. Daddy took me off his lap, and pulled me into a corner. "Keep your ass there like I told you to the first time!" he screamed. Yeah. It's safe to say Daddy probably hates me now. I have never seen him this angry. I thought the ice cream throwing situation was bad, but this seemed like 100x worse. I couldn't find my voice because of the hysterical crying. I wondered if Daddy was still in the room, but I was too scared to turn around and check.
"Mia, stop that crying. I'm not even close to done with you yet!" he said raising his voice. Well, that answered my question. "How dare you throw that controller at Blanket? Not once, but TWICE?!" he yelled. My responses were sobs, not that Daddy was expecting any logical response at the moment anyway. "You can't do whatever the hell you please, just because you're upset. WE BEEN OVER THIS!" he yelled. Daddy seemed to be getting angrier by the minute. "How many times do I gotta tell you, that I don't like repeating myself? You do what I say, when I say it. It's not for you to decide, you hear me girl?" Daddy screamed.
"And what did I tell you about throwing things at people? What did I say last time you decided to throw ice cream at me?" he questioned. I assumed it was rhetorically but I was wrong. "Little girl... ANSWER ME!" he screamed. I jumped at the sound of his voice and my knees felt like they were to going to give up. I was too scared to turn around, so I kept my gaze locked on the wall in front of me.
"I don't know," I squeaked. I couldn't think straight right now. I wouldn't even be able to answer him if he asked me my name. I continued to cry, from frustration, humiliation, and guilt. I knew I let Daddy down. I was doing so well the past few weeks. The most trouble I got in, only warranted maybe a lecture or time out. It's been a while since I've had to get punished like this. Matter of fact, I don't think Daddy has ever punished me like this before. He probably hates me now.
"Come here Mia," he said monotonously. He still sounded upset. Normally after a time out is over, I run into his arms and get my long awaited hugs and kisses. But this time, I could feel it was different. I knew it was different. I really messed up this time. Prince and Blanket probably hate me by now too. All I have left is Paris, but I'm sure I'll find a way to mess that up like I do with everything else. I slowly turned around, and looked at Daddy. He was still carrying something in his hand, this time I got a better look at it. My heart felt like it was stuck in my throat.
Daddy had a thick leather belt in his hand, folded in half. I looked at him with my pleading eyes and continued to cry. Now I realized, why he asked me about the time I threw ice cream at him. He warned me that day that, next time I throw things at someone, I'm gonna get the belt. "Mia, over here," he said pointing at the ground in front of him. I took tiny steps towards him, feeling like my knees were going to buckle any second. I stood a few inches away from him, scared that he'll strike me with the belt.
He took my hands and pulled me closer to him anyways. I hysterically cried and started begging for my life. "I'm sorry Daddy... please don't use the belt. I promise I won't do it again," I cried. He put a finger to my lips, shutting me up. All you could hear were my sobs and hiccups.
"I told you that the next time you throw things at someone, I'm gonna beat your butt with a belt right?" he asked dangerously calm.
"Ye-yeah b-but Daddy I'm s-s-sorry," I cried. My stuttering was out of control at this point. I was terrified of being whipped with a belt. And I definitely didn't want Daddy to do it. I desperately needed him to hold me right now and remind me that he still loves me. Because in that moment, it felt like nobody loved me. I messed up and made everyone angry, just like I did in my old family.
"You're not sorry. You're only sorry you got caught. If you were really sorry, you would change your behavior!" he said raising his voice. "I have to go over the same thing with you every other day!" he yelled standing up. He towered over, making me feel even more intimidated. He held on to the belt tightly in his hand. Scared that he might swing, I dropped down to my knees and cried hysterically.

Michael's POV
The sight of my little girl dropping to her knees, and begging me not to whip her with the belt broke me. It reminded me of myself when I was younger. When Joseph would get ready to swing, I used to beg just like this. What was I doing? How the hell did I let myself get here. I promised myself I would never be anything like him. I felt tears running down my face, as I watched Mia continue to cry out my name.
"Daddy please don't use the b-belt. I pro-p-promise I'll be good. I'm sorry..." she cried. She could barely get her words out through her sobs. All I wanted to do was pick her up in my arms and never let go. But I can't coddle her anymore. She's getting spoiled, and creating havoc when I'm not around. I pulled Mia up, as she continued to beg. She tried to put her arms around me for a hug, but I pulled them off. I could feel my insides breaking down, for doing that to her. I know how badly she wants to be held right now. She looked at me with so much pain and hurt.
"You promise to start behaving?" I asked. She nodded her head yes vigorously. "No more hitting or throwing things at your siblings?"
"I won't D-Daddy... I pro-promise," she stuttered.
"And when I tell you to do something..." I began.
"I'll do it without a fight D-Daddy," she interrupted.
"You better thank God that I'm not beating your butt with this belt today Mia. If you EVER, pull what you did today, trust me... you not gonna be sitting for a week!" I warned.
"I'm s-sorry Daddy," she cried. I wanted to hold her so bad... I tried to hide my own tears from her. This was taking more out of me than I expected. But I had to stand my ground and show her who's boss. I'm not letting this little girl walk all over me. My intentions were never to actually use the belt. It's a tactic I used with my older 3. The sight of it alone would put the fear of God in them. It was only so Mia could see it in my hands and know that I meant business. I just didn't think her reaction would break me down like this.
"You're on punishment for the next 3 weeks. No rides, no TV, no games. You better be in your utmost best behavior little girl. If I hear any complaints from your siblings or the staff, this belt is gonna make a comeback, you hear me?" I said sternly. Mia slowly nodded her head yes. All that crying exhausted her. She looked like she had no more energy or desire to fight back. "And tonight you're sleeping in your own room," I said.
Immediately, Mia broke down again. I knew this wasn't gonna make her happy but it's time for some tough love. "Daddy please don't make me sleep here by myself," she cried.
"I don't wanna hear it Mia," I said sternly. "I'll come get you when it's dinner time. Until then, stay in your room," I said. I was finally ready to go from my "strict Daddy" mode to "loving Daddy" mode. But now Mia was over me. I tried to pull her into a hug but she pushed me away and continued to cry. "Mia...?" I called out. I felt like she stomped on my heart a million times. She doesn't want me to hold her? Does she hate me now? Not wanting to aggravate her more, I decided she needed a few minutes to cool down. I pecked her on the head before heading out.
I went into my room, and broke down crying. So many emotions were surging through me right now. I hate that I had to make my little girl feel like that. She never rejected my hugs before, and that too, after a brutal punishment like that. All I wanted to do was hold her and tell her how much I love her. I want her to know how much I love her... the tears continued to pour out.
Along with that, my own abuse memories got triggered and made me feel disgusted. I hated that I brought Mia to a point where she had to beg me not to hit her. Granted, that I was never going to use the belt on her. But I know what that desperation feels like. I know what begging for you life feels like. God... I hate myself right now...