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

spank! spank! spank! The little bitch. Lydia's nails digging into his wrists caused his grip to begin to falter, but not fail. Simon's lips upcurled in a sneer at the sharp pain. She would dare strike back?! Animals did so when cornered, but only to a point. She was in that stage now, a bratty little female dog in the process of learning whom her master was, whom the alpha was, hunched into a corner with her teeth still bared. After a time she would learn, though. She would learn to cower. She would learn to seek peace even if it meant her complete submission. And then, then when she was finally willing to acknowledge that she had an issue, when she would finally come to accept his authority as absolute, then he could begin training her on how to act properly. Such had been the case with each and every patient before her. Such would be the case with Lydia Darling. spank! spank! Standing, Simon let her small frame slump forward, off of his knee and to the hard wood - though not completely. One hand still gripped that mess of honey-colored curls. The other joined it, gripping Lydia's hair to begin a show of force even more violent than the last, for it was important she learn her place, even if, regretfully, this was the best way to get through to her. You spoiled cunt, the doctor grumbled out in a rare show of obscenity. His wrists were on goddamn fire. Jerking her upward by two fistfuls of hair, Simon gave his niece no chance to regain her footing, instead choosing to drag her sideways through the hallway. Gritting his teeth. Sneering. Thankful the help had all returned to their homes for the evening that this dramatic incident need only be for the two of them. I am taking you t-...nggh! ...to your room, Lyd- Let. GO!! Only several steps down the hallway and Simon already stopped, staggering his stance to gain solid footing before whipping his arms about wildly, and her head with them! A shower of curls, left and right as he jerked her head about, trying to free his throbbing wrists from her vicious grip! That this may have only caused the nails to dig further did not even occur to him. But it seemed futile. Retaking up his steps, Simon had no choice but to end this one way or another, taking back up the walk to her room which, at this pace, was nothing short of agonizing. And her struggling did nothing to help, causing Simon to stagger and bump as he pulled her by the hair, bumping into paintings, knocking a vase over. He even had to let go at one point! A sharp cry pierced his lips as he felt her effort increase! Releasing her head of hair from his grip, the doctor, a man critically acclaimed for his methods, staggered back some, looking to a pair of throbbing wrists which were not only bleeding, but had been for some while. And that did nothing to help the little girl's cause. Heavy boots stomped the short distance between them. Simon snatched Lydia up by the hair again, unwilling to let such respite continue any longer than it had to. He even stopped after jerking her a few more steps down the bend of the hallway to dig his knee into her back, temporarily pinning her between his weight and the floor, each as unmovable as the other. A few more steps. Then a few more. Grunting. Brow furrowed, coming together in anger. In malice. When they reached Lydia's room he quite literally threw her through the doorway, twisting his body to build a sharp momentum before releasing the wretched girl's hair, even giving her a kick on the bottom to send her tumbling forward! I'll see you... huff... huff.. I'll see you in the morning! he yelled, a shaking hand coming to rest on the doorknob. Red was smeared around his wrists, some on his palms, some on his forearms. Some, just a little, falling upon the innocent white carpet of Lydia's bedroom. You WILL report to the maid tomorrow to assist her! Spoken through firmly clenched teeth. His shoulders rose and fell with each heavy, furious breath. And you WILL do so dressed in something respectable... And by God, Lydia, you will refer to me from this point as Doctor, Sir, or... or... He paused, glaring at her. Thinking. Or next time I'll be using something beside my hand to beat you with! SLAM. The moment the door closed Simon slinked against the wall with all his weight, abandoning the hard look in his face and his shoulders to instead wince, each hand grabbing painfully at the opposite palm. Gritting, breathing hard, he bunched up his shirt around his wrists as best he could, dropping to a kneel in pain.