#schoolwide519

[cassidyastorxaviershaw]

Buddy, talk to me.

I’m fine

[cassidyastorxaviershaw]

Eli was terrified as he was manhandled into the cell, the guards mean words and rough hands making him cry as he felt oh so vulnerable. He didn’t do being naked in public and couldn’t face people seeing him like this. He sobbed as he landed on the floor, slamming his back down hard. Sitting himself upwards, he shuffled himself to the wall and pulled his knees up to his chest, burying his head in his arms. He gulped as he heard the door open again, “I’m so sorry... I’m so fucking sorry” he sobbed.

@bwaybailey @lightingclark @bigxgirlxemmaline

[cassidyastorxaviershaw]

Hey, talk to me. Are you alright? And be honest.

I’m fine... I’m fine... I’m...

[cassidyastorxaviershaw]

After his punishment, Eli crawled back to the corner of his room. His dick and his ass were still burning a little but he knew it wouldn’t last long. He pulled his knees back up to his chest and looked out across the room, “Clark, Bailey, Emmaline... Are you guys OK?” he asked, worry on his face. He’d definitely gotten the easy option this time around, “Someone talk to me”.

@lightingclark, @bigxgirlxemmaline, @bwaybailey

[cassidyastorxaviershaw]

@dominantsylvester

Hey Sir... I was just checking you were OK? It's super horrible down here.

[cassidyastorxaviershaw]

@domsebsmythe

Are you doing OK? I know you can't see me but are you OK?

[cassidyastorxaviershaw]

Eli hadn’t moved from his spot on the floor since the guard had left him. His face was at the door end, his cheek against the cold hard floor. He begged for this to be over as he just stared blankly into space, his cheeks wet with silent tears. He couldn’t move. His ass was raw and he had blood on it but he didn’t know how to fix this any more. He was done, he was exhausted and he was broken.

@lightingclark @bwaybailey

[cassidyastorxaviershaw]

Punishment 3 - Breaking Bad - Self Para - 30/5/19

@rileyhummel @deni-lee @lightingclark @bwaybailey

Eli had found, gradually throughout the day, he was starting to lose it. He’d even taken to calling other submissives ‘Sir’. So, when the guards arrived he was jittery and nervous and shaking and he didn’t know what was coming.

He watched as they grabbed Emmaline and took her out the cell and he raised an eyebrow but one guard laughed, “Don’t worry, she’ll be in a cosy bed in the infirmary tonight, unlike you” he sneered. Eli took a deep breath and nodded, they were letting someone out, unharmed today, which was something.

It was then that three guards approached, two grabbing his arms and forcing him into a position where his bare ass was sticking out, his legs spread apart a little and his top half bent forward. He had seen the cane in the other guards hand and he knew what was coming.

In any other situation, he would have enjoyed this, begged for it to happen but, the guards grip was tight and it was hurting his arms and his position wasn’t comfortable at all. As the first strike hit, he knew this wasn’t going to be easy. The hit was hard and not how he normally took impact, where they would build up to it, these were straight in and hard, very hard.

Each hit made him jump, scream and hiss as it landed and, although he tried to keep count, he couldn’t, just opting to say the words ‘Yes Sir’ with every hit as tears ran down his cheeks and he begged for them to stop.

He knew his ass was brusing, knew he was getting angry red welts across his cheeks and could feel the blood trickling from some open wounds, wounds he knew the guard was trying to hit again and again. With the last five hits, the hardest ones, he squirmed desperately to get away, his breathing ragged from the desperate attempts to get out of this. He couldn’t cope with this anymore, “Please, please stop. You ae hurting me” he begged. The guards just laughed and the one caning him smiled, “Last one” he growled before winding up and smashing him hard. Eli screamed out, his legs were shaking, his ass bleeding and red and marked with large red welts and he just wanted this over.

The guards let go but they didn’t need to push him today cause he fell down to his knees and then to his stomach, right on the spot he was in. There was blood on the floor but he couldn’t move. Couldn’t do anything, his cheek pressed against the cold concrete, silent tears leaking from his eyes as he lay still, not moving expect from his lips, whispering ‘Yes Sir. Yes Miss’ over and over again. He knew this would end soon but he couldn’t take it any more.