“And I don't want you to change,” Belle continued. “I love you. But sometimes I think you don't love yourself nearly enough, and I'm hoping that will change. And the first step is that we make this a normal part of your life so that you'll stop thinking that you're somehow worse than every other man. Just accept this.”
Lovino lifted himself up on his elbows and craned his neck to look at her. “Do you think I haven't tried?” he asked, feeling his anger flare up. He always tried to treat her better than other people in his life, but right now he was desperate to lash out. It was the only way he knew how to deal with his embarrassment.
“You haven't tried hard enough.”
Smack!
“Ah!”
The first blow was unexpected, and his entire body jerked when her hand made contact with his behind. His surprise at the fact that she was actually doing this was so great that he didn't notice the slight sting at first, but once he did, all it managed was to make him angry. She had no idea how hard he had tried, dammit.
“Don't move,” she commanded when he tried to wriggle away from her. Her words were emphasized by another smack, and Lovino decided that fine, he'd do what she wanted just to prove that it was pointless. He wouldn't make a sound or show any other reaction.
There was no regular pattern to when her hand came down on him, which made it difficult for him to be prepared. He squeezed his eyes shut and focused on not grunting every time a burning jolt of pain crashed through him.
He had never had a strong tolerance for pain, but he craved attention. When he had been younger, he had sometimes got into trouble on purpose just so that he would be punished because even though he didn't like to be yelled at or disciplined, it was better than being ignored. This was different, and yet it wasn't. Every slap of Belle's hand increased the burn and made him want to jump up and run away. And he could have done it so easily; she was barely holding him down. But some part of him wanted to stay there and endure it.
Suddenly, she stopped. Without the sound of skin on skin, his breathing was almost unbearably loud in his ears.
“A-are we done?” he asked
“You aren't even trying. But I have an idea.”
Lovino felt the bed shift as she leaned to her side and grabbed something from the nightstand, and he almost fell off her knees at the movement. When the balance returned, she showed him her hairbrush.
“Don't even think about it,” he growled. That was it. This was serving no purpose anymore, and even he had his limits. She clearly wasn't doing this to help him. He'd put an end to this and sleep on the damn couch and –
As soon as he moved, the hairbrush landed on him, drawing a shocked groan from his throat. Belle pushed him back down on the bed and held him there, and he was too surprised to even fight back. This pain was new and more vibrant; it left his skin aflame and made him want to reach at himself with his hands to rub the feeling away.
“Nhh, don't –” he started, but his words were cut short when another blow knocked all air out of his lungs. He gasped for breath, unable to think as the brush came down again and again, leaving him in a world where there was nothing else. His determination not to react was already shattered as each smack made him groan and pant and squirm as much as he could.
And, much to his horror, he could feel the early stir of arousal that he had been afraid of from the start. He couldn't understand why his body reacted in such a way to something he hated so much, but there was something about not being allowed to have his way that always felt so exciting. Maybe it was because despite the lack of praise and attention in his childhood, he had always got every material good he wanted and had been let stay outside for as long as he pleased.
“Belle, please... No more,” he grunted as he realised that he wouldn't be able to hold back his tears for much longer. It wasn't just the pain that was threatening to make him cry, but even more so the fear of what she'd think once she realised that this was turning him on. This wasn't supposed to be arousing. It was an everyday part of life, and she'd realise she had married a sick freak if she noticed.
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Lovino lifted himself up on his elbows and craned his neck to look at her. “Do you think I haven't tried?” he asked, feeling his anger flare up. He always tried to treat her better than other people in his life, but right now he was desperate to lash out. It was the only way he knew how to deal with his embarrassment.
“You haven't tried hard enough.”
Smack!
“Ah!”
The first blow was unexpected, and his entire body jerked when her hand made contact with his behind. His surprise at the fact that she was actually doing this was so great that he didn't notice the slight sting at first, but once he did, all it managed was to make him angry. She had no idea how hard he had tried, dammit.
“Don't move,” she commanded when he tried to wriggle away from her. Her words were emphasized by another smack, and Lovino decided that fine, he'd do what she wanted just to prove that it was pointless. He wouldn't make a sound or show any other reaction.
There was no regular pattern to when her hand came down on him, which made it difficult for him to be prepared. He squeezed his eyes shut and focused on not grunting every time a burning jolt of pain crashed through him.
He had never had a strong tolerance for pain, but he craved attention. When he had been younger, he had sometimes got into trouble on purpose just so that he would be punished because even though he didn't like to be yelled at or disciplined, it was better than being ignored. This was different, and yet it wasn't. Every slap of Belle's hand increased the burn and made him want to jump up and run away. And he could have done it so easily; she was barely holding him down. But some part of him wanted to stay there and endure it.
Suddenly, she stopped. Without the sound of skin on skin, his breathing was almost unbearably loud in his ears.
“A-are we done?” he asked
“You aren't even trying. But I have an idea.”
Lovino felt the bed shift as she leaned to her side and grabbed something from the nightstand, and he almost fell off her knees at the movement. When the balance returned, she showed him her hairbrush.
“Don't even think about it,” he growled. That was it. This was serving no purpose anymore, and even he had his limits. She clearly wasn't doing this to help him. He'd put an end to this and sleep on the damn couch and –
As soon as he moved, the hairbrush landed on him, drawing a shocked groan from his throat. Belle pushed him back down on the bed and held him there, and he was too surprised to even fight back. This pain was new and more vibrant; it left his skin aflame and made him want to reach at himself with his hands to rub the feeling away.
“Nhh, don't –” he started, but his words were cut short when another blow knocked all air out of his lungs. He gasped for breath, unable to think as the brush came down again and again, leaving him in a world where there was nothing else. His determination not to react was already shattered as each smack made him groan and pant and squirm as much as he could.
And, much to his horror, he could feel the early stir of arousal that he had been afraid of from the start. He couldn't understand why his body reacted in such a way to something he hated so much, but there was something about not being allowed to have his way that always felt so exciting. Maybe it was because despite the lack of praise and attention in his childhood, he had always got every material good he wanted and had been let stay outside for as long as he pleased.
“Belle, please... No more,” he grunted as he realised that he wouldn't be able to hold back his tears for much longer. It wasn't just the pain that was threatening to make him cry, but even more so the fear of what she'd think once she realised that this was turning him on. This wasn't supposed to be arousing. It was an everyday part of life, and she'd realise she had married a sick freak if she noticed.