Teach me, daddy

Chapter 5 - Sore

Chapter 5 - After the punishment

Maria’s POV:

Numb, sore and barely alive. That was what I felt that moment. After every storm there is silence but after this storm, there wasn’t any silence. I was traumatized. Shaken.

The headmaster grabbed my elbow when he realized that I am not going to move. As he grabbed me, I fell down on the floor. Before I went all blind, I noticed the smile of success wipe of face.

“f**k,” The headmaster muttered as he grabbed my waist just before my body could touch the floor. I felt lightheaded, wasn’t sure of what the reason was, maybe because I was crying way too much or maybe because of screaming my vocals out.

My once neat ponytail turned into a mess, my hair was all in front of my face, my eyes were swelled from constantly crying but I didn’t stop sobbing.

I closed my eyes and my head felt the other side, I waited for the moment till I passed out so I could no longer feel pain but I didn’t pass out.

A tug pulled me close to the person who just inflicted pain in me. He placed a hand underneath my head and pulled me close to his chest.

“Calm down,” He whispered in my ear very slowly. His hand continually brushed my hair behind my head and his arm stayed wrapped around my waist.

There was no way I was going to calm down.

When I breathed in his scent, it immediately engulfed with the chemicals in my mind and in just a moment I wrapped my hands around his chest and hugged him.

That minute bought me a lot of comfort.

I was still sobbing, but very very silently. Oftenly, I hiccuped. He moved his hand from my hand to my back and gently rubbed it up and down.

He broke the longing embrace and moved the hair away from my face.

“You’re fine?” He asked while cupping my face in his hands.

I nodded my head.

“Sure?” He asked again to make sure that I doing fine.

I nodded again.

“Come get up,” He stated, he pulled me up from the floor and made me sit back on the chair. As the cloth touched my bruised ass, I couldn’t help but whimper.

“There is nothing to cry about,” The headmaster said. He filled a glass of water and offered it to me. I took it and gulped it all down with my quivering hands.

He sat on the leather seat beside me and placed his hands on my wrist so they could stop shaking.

“Punishments aren’t supposed to affect you like this, Maria.” The headmaster said. He stared right into my soul while I looked to the other side. My tears were endless and they wouldn’t stop unless I left this room.

“Calm down, girls of your age take worse punishments than this and they don’t cry or whatsoever like you.” He taunted.

I gulped and tried my best not to start another attack.

“Didn’t your mother ever hit you?” He asked while still holding my hands down tightly. The way he calmed me down was totally different. I wasn’t shaking anymore just crying.

I looked down and shook my head. My mother never ever raised a hand on me.

“No, sir.” I said silently.

“No wonder,” He pulled his hands away from mine. “Anyways, get used to this. If you behave and be a good girl, no one will punish you but if you disrespect, disobey, create chaos, arguments, scenes and unnecessary problems then you’ll be punished like how everyone will be.” He explained.

I nodded my head, agreeing to whatever he said. I needed to be careful from now onwards.

“Now go back, continue your classes and get some rest. Don’t think too much about what happened,” He added before getting up. He signed the slip and handed it over to me. I took it and immediately got up.

“Maria,” he stopped me.

I turned around but kept my eyes on the ground.

“Collect the paper Claire will give you outside, all details will be there so go through them and if you have doubts, don’t ask your teachers, ask the receptionist down.” The headmaster said.

“Yes, sir.” I replied before leaving the room. I walked to the lady on the reception who’s name was Claire. She handed me two stapled papers with tons of rules listed on it. After collecting the paper, I went back down.

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After completing all the classes, I went back to my dorm and stayed inside their for the entire day. I changed into my pajamas, skipped my dinner and laid down on the bed. Images and flashes of what happened in the morning repeatedly came in front of me.

I couldn’t stop thinking about the headmaster. I didn’t feel sad or horrible about the punishment, there was a pain but I didn’t care about it. The only thing I cared about was how I felt with that man.

I never hugged a man, not even my father because he left me too early before I could even start to feel emotions. So what I felt inside the room and what comfort the headmaster’s embrace bought me, it was different.

I felt different.

I turned and tossed around the bed for the rest of the night. By morning, I had eye bags and I had to apply makeup to hide them.

When I joined my friends for breakfast, I just grabbed a banana from the cafeteria and barely even ate it.

“What’s wrong?” Monica said as she pulled me out of my thoughts.

I couldn’t stop thinking about him.

“Nothing,” I replied, trying to finish the entire banana. I missed dinner and barely ate anything now, why wasn’t I even feeling hungry?

All my feelings were invaded by the feeling I felt yesterday.

“Didn’t you get to sleep?” Amber asked.

“And why are you eating a banana? Are you sick or something?” Nat asked.

“No, I’m fine,” I replied.

“She went to the headmaster's office yesterday,” Amber said and they’ll gasp after that. Now I know why going to him is so unspoken and scary.

“Really? What happened? Did he punish you?” Monica immediately asked me. I looked up at her and noticed a totally different kind of worry compared to Amber and Nat.

“Yes,” I replied.

The scenes came in front of me again.

After breakfast, I went to my classes and they’ll go to theirs. We did have many classes together but some we didn’t. The whole morning for me didn’t go well. I had five classes today and I couldn’t be focused on even one of them.

Whatever I looked at, I stopped and thought about the headmaster. He was entering my head and messing with it too much.

There wasn’t even a single moment where I stopped thinking about him. The way he comforted me, how he calmed me down and how he touched me.

I wanted him to touch me again but in a different way.

“Maria!” The math teacher yelled and I jumped out of my thoughts.

“Yes?”

“Where is your focus?” She asked.

“Sorry,”

“I have been noticing that since the class started, you have been daydreaming about something. What was I talking about?” She asked.

I surely needed to drop math.

She waited for a minute till I said something but I didn’t because I had no idea what she was talking about.

“Get up and come here,” she said.

I walked towards her and she made me bend over her desk. She raised my skirt and hit me a few times with a cane. It didn’t hurt compared to how much the belt did. The belt was vicious and this was a small sting.

After she was done, I got up and started walking back to my seat.

“Don’t give me another reason to send you to the headmaster's office because those bruises will double then,” the teacher whispered to me.

I nodded my head and the class continued.

Bye math.