Thread: Such A Nonsensical Thing, Little Girls (PocketFullOfPosies)

More like a viper. Snake-like, Simon's hand darted out when Lydia took that single step away, as if she were a frightened animal and he the hunter. It was a horrible thing to think, for while many patients looked to him as the enemy early on in their treatment he was, in fact, nothing more than a doctor. He would suffer their slings, suffer their arrows, suffer any hatred sent his way all in the name of helping them get better. Now it was little Lydia, a young woman whom he could still remember as a child bouncing upon his lap in golden-haired gigglefits... What he would do with her, to her, would hurt them both more than any other patient before her. Could she still love her uncle when it was all over? It was his job to be disliked, sometimes, so long as it meant her getting well. This was the truth, his duty, sad as it may be. And so he snatched her wrist, jerking it forward and her with it. One of the books was set into a rather obnoxiously loud tumble down the steps, all twenty-one of them, the other falling at their feet. She was adorable in her childlike actions, in a sense, but she could not be so childish forever! Perhaps this behavior was why she was partway to sixteen without a single serious gentleman caller. Was I watching, Lydia? He twisted her wrist slightly, raising her arm in the air and pulling her close to him. Was I watching when? When you continued to make a mockery of me just now? Be the villain. Be hated. He told himself these things, for she was sent here as a last hope. Should he fail to cure her... His hand squeezed down harder. Was I watching when I gave you food? She was standing on the right of him. Simon lowered her grasped hand and jerked it left, pulled her thin form in front of him as he dropped down to one knee, stepping forward with the other. And right there was where he pulled Lydia, forcing her into a sudden bend across his knee! Was I watching when I gave you shelter? Is that what you're asking?! Now his hands moved, one to the back of that mess of gold, pinning her head down, the other to the slutty abomination that remained of her skirt. Or are you asking about when I gave you clothing? His teeth grit tight. When you ran off and chose to molest them with a pair of shears. Is that what you are asking if I saw? Simon's hand didn't have to go far in reaching up her skirt, for there was not much there. When his touch reached her petticoat and bloomers they were tugged down, down to her knees, her lily white backside bare. There was no pleasure to be had in this. spank! spank! spank! spank! Did you make your own rules with your parents, Lydia? Stern. Angry. But his tone, his face he was in complete control. spank! spank! Will you be doing that here as well, do you think? spank! spank! spank! My name is Doctor Burke. spank! I am a very respected doctor. I wish for you to love me as a niece loves her uncle, but that is simply my wish. My demand is that you show respect. spank! And acknowledge that you are my patient. spank! spank! And that you are sick, Lydia. spank! That you have a sickness. That there is something very wrong with your head. spank! spank! And you should apologize because the sooner you acknowledge this, that you have been bad and that you need help, the sooner you can begin to get well. spank! Otherwise you will be staying with me for a very. long. time. spank! spank! spank!