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Feb. 24th, 2008 02:26 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaKyouya knew better than to pull away but he could not quite control the instinctual flinch that ripped through his body. “Three.” His father’s broad palm lingered briefly, the cool fingers tracing over the hot skin of Kyouya’s ass. Kyouya’s nails dung into the palms of his hand as he braced himself over his father’s lap. Kyouya had a second to take a deep breath before another resounding crack sounded, another jolt of pain shooting up his spine. “Four.” It took every ounce of will that had ever been beaten, shouted, threatened, or grilled into him for Kyouya to keep his voice steady.
Kyouya’s father touched him more, stroking lightly over the smacked skin. Kyouya knew he was going to find sitting very difficult the next day, and he was grateful that Ouran’s chairs were almost always excessively comfortable.
“Five!” Kyouya bit his bottom lip, the spank catching him off guard.
“Did you learn your lesson, Kyouya?” Yoshio questioned, his palm hovering centimeters away from Kyouya’s ass. Kyouya knew that at that range his father could no doubt feel the heat radiating off Kyouya’s reddened skin.
“Yes.” Kyouya closed his eyes, letting out a slow breath. “I will not backtalk again, father.”
Kyouya’s father touched him more, stroking lightly over the smacked skin. Kyouya knew he was going to find sitting very difficult the next day, and he was grateful that Ouran’s chairs were almost always excessively comfortable.
“Five!” Kyouya bit his bottom lip, the spank catching him off guard.
“Did you learn your lesson, Kyouya?” Yoshio questioned, his palm hovering centimeters away from Kyouya’s ass. Kyouya knew that at that range his father could no doubt feel the heat radiating off Kyouya’s reddened skin.
“Yes.” Kyouya closed his eyes, letting out a slow breath. “I will not backtalk again, father.”
