Purr-fect Match

10-Maximum.

Olivia POV.

I don’t feel well today, my stomach hurt since this morning, my bum-bum is burning, Ian had the habit of leaving me in my wet diaper until he felt like torturing me on the cold floor to change me. It’s been this many days since I came here, I’m holding all of my fingers, I kind of lost count, but I think it’s been this many, not sure anymore.

What I do know is my stomach hurt so badly, when Ian got me out of my crib this morning I was holding my stomach in pain, I felt like vomiting and didn’t like the feeling. Being sick means little me would come out, it’s a coping mechanism, if little Elliot comes out to play what would Ian says!

He doesn’t really dress me in anything fancy just onesies, he does my hair daily, he washed me few times just quick showers that felt like he’s hosing me down, having a cast on sucks. I couldn’t wait for the day to pass so I can go curl up on the window seat, it’s my favorite place ever, it gets the sun which means warmth for me.

Usually, after he tortures me with a changing, brushing my teethes, he gets me a bottle and let me be, I have to do my chores as he calls them then sit and be quiet, at dinner I get some bites from his dinner which I don’t always like, if I refuse one spoonful of food he’ll send me to the corner with no bottle or dinner for the rest of the night. I’m sent to be early, no bedtime story and nothing, he just locks me in my crib in the dark which scares me so badly, when I told him I don’t like the dark he said too bad and turned the lights off before he left the room.

I don’t really get what he wants from me, I need love and attention but I don’t get those from him. Our only interaction is when he slaps me randomly on my thighs or bum-bum, I’m doing my best to avoid him. I heard him talking on the phone with my caseworker, he said once he breaks to me and gets me to be a presentable little I can be put back to adoption. Well at least that means I won’t stay with him forever thankfully, he knows nothing about littles, or how to treat us, the only thing he does for my little side is putting cartoon on for me when he goes to cook dinner, it’s just this forty minutes that make me even smile.

I can’t giggle loudly or laugh, he turned the TV off right away and told me to be quiet, does he knows nothing about Neko we can’t be always silent, we’ll go crazy. We’re sensitive to voice but that doesn’t include our own, we could talk and scream if we want.

He made me lay down on the floor non the less when my hands wouldn’t leave my stomach, I felt a slap on my hand and they were roughly pulled up above my head.

“Keep them up” Ian warns me.

“Yes master” it’s the answer he expects, I’m just playing along with him so I could leave, I refuse to spend extra time with him. I’m looking at this whole thing like jail time and I’ll be let out eventually.

After he changed me my stomach was doing flip flops with how badly it hurt, he carried me downstairs sometimes he’ll carry me others he’ll let me suffer coming down on my own, it’s a hard job and he knows it. He got me a bottle ready and handed it to me, I didn’t feel like eating but still went to my place, I just sat on the window seat for enough time as if I drank the bottle before I went back to the kitchen to wash the bottle, I threw it in the sink. I don’t always finish my bottles, actually I never really finish the bottles he gives me but he’d know that if he’s the one who washes them and not me. Sadly for me this morning he decided to pay me some extra attention, when he saw me coming he pointed for me to come over, he took the still full bottle in his hand and looked at me.

“Master my stomach hurt,” I say right away.

“Really and you thought you can just throw the bottle without telling me?” he asks, I was going to say something but he was much faster than me, he had me in his lap, stomach down and bum-bum up. He slapped me on my bum hard, I could feel the pain even with the onesie and the diaper on, I screamed in pain while he showed no mercy on me, he kept hitting harder and harder, I felt like it was on fire and my already there rash didn’t help at all.

I was crying and sobbing when he finally let me go, I sat on the cold floor sobbing my heart out, no comfort was showed toward me as expected.

“Since you don’t want to eat what I give you, you won’t be getting anything else today,” he says before lifting me off the ground and takes me to my crib, he locks me in it and leaves.

I stayed in the damn crib the whole day, my diaper was full and my stomach really hurt but he didn’t come to check on me and I wouldn’t call for him. This whole discomfort made little Elliot come out.

When the nighttime came and Ian got in the room to change me before bed, I was fully in my little space. I cried and whined wanting out, then got me out of the crib I tried to escape him and run around, in little space I’m just three meaning I’m full with energy and life, he got me locked away the whole day.

A slap on my already sore bum made me stop in my track, he pulled me down to the floor and tried to take the onesie off but my legs and tail were all moving around, it was a game for me. Ian didn’t take my game nicely, he took hold of both my feet, raised them up, and spanked me again with the same force, I already could feel the hits but now over my already sore bum, they hurt even worse.

When he was done with his punishment, he changed my diaper while I just cried in pain, he locked me back in the crib and went to leave that’s when Elliot jumped out screaming.

“Nooo, Elliot scawed weave the wight” I cry out in fear of the dark.

“What did you just say?” Ian asks.

“Scawed of dawk” I reply still sobbing.

“No before that what did you call yourself?” he asks again.

“Elliot, me boy, me Elliot,” I say explaining to the silly man who I am.

“No your name is Olivia, you’re a girl,” he says in a cold voice.

“No me is a boy,” I say in a more clear voice, maybe he couldn’t understand my little talk.

“Really now,” Ian says, instead of leaving the room he walks back in, he unlocks the crib and takes me out, I was so happy to be out to play until he took me and went to his room, he took a seat on his bed with me in his lap facing down.

I screamed when I felt my onesie and diaper being slipped down, here come another spanking, but instead of his hands, I felt something else on my bum-bum. Something that hurt much-much worse, it burned.

“You are a girl,” he says then slap me again with his belt.

“You’ll act like one” two more slap and I scream in agony.

“Even if I had to whip you every night” with that he finished his speech and did just that, whipped my bum with his belt.

I was in so much pain and misery I have no idea or memory of being taken back to the crib or how my diaper was placed back on, I just know that I was left in the dark to cry in pain, Ian doesn’t like Elliot.