The Tale of Louis Squared

Louis Dawn Tomlinson is a 17 year old girl who moves to Doncaster with her family in order to avoid a stalker. She has serious anger problems and a very short fuse. That paired with her ability to kick box is kinda...well.... Fûcking dangerous! But, when she takes her medicine, she's a very shy, submissive girl. Louis William Tomlinson is the popular bad boy of the school. He hates it when people don't take him seriously because of his height. He's the leader of a gang that rules the night streets. He had despised Louis (the girl) because she has the same name as him, but can't help but take an interest in her and her submissive nature. He's a very dominant person by nature. These two seem to care for each other gradually, but they grow a stronger emotion when they find out more about themselves. With the help of their friends, family, and teachers, read on as Louis Squared learn how to love. Info: This is not a BDSM story, though actions of spanking, and punishment occur.


6. Punishment


    A week had passed by since my encounter with Louis. It had made me feel things I had never felt before. I didn't understand them, so lately, I've decided to stop taking my medicine. Angry me had always been more rash and a thousand times cooler. I had been hanging out more with Mason, Jason, and Angel, and we hung out for long hours at a time.


    Today, we decided to go to an empty warehouse. I stupidly agreed and we went on our way. We hung out and talked about how crap school was and took a break when Angel and Jason decided to make out like a bunch of animals in front of me and Mason. Mason quickly dragged me out of there, looking at them with a glare. I snickered and decided to take a look at my watch. I tensed when I realized it was 9:23. I heard a nagging voice in my head saying I should go home, but I ignored it and hung out with the buddies for another hour. I was tense and wouldn't stop thinking about Louis' warning.


    We finally went on our ways after saying goodbye and I began walking home. I was really tense by now, and couldn't stop thinking Louis was going to find out. 


    I was right to think that.


    "Lou, would you like to tell me while you're walking home when its way past 10:00?" I heard a voice ask me. It was Louis' voice. I gasped and spun around to see him glaring at me. My angry persona immediately shrunk back and the submissive me appeared. 


    I stared at him through my eyelashes and mumbled an answer under my breath. He grabbed my chin, making me gasp and look up at him, meeting his disappointed glare.


    "What was that?" he spoke sharply.


    "I-I was hanging out with my friends and lost track of time?" I attempted lying.


    I gasped and slightly yelped when a hand firmly smacked my bottom, making me wince.


    "Im gonna ask you again. Don't lie this time, because that'll just add another ten smacks, into your already forty spanks. Why are you still on the street past ten o clock?" he asked me sharply.


   I winced at his sharp tone and looked down in shame. I didn't like that he was disappointed in me. 


    "I ignored you're warning and decided to stay out anyway," I whispered in shame.


    "Call your mom and tell her you're not coming home," he said firmly. I looked up at him to protest and whimpered at his glare.


    "Call . Her . Now," he said firmly.


    I called my mom and told her I wouldn't be coming home today. She asked me why and I told her I was staying at a friends. She said okay and that I should be safe and not do anything stupid. Too late for that.


    Louis grabbed my forearm and dragged me to his car. I followed him, dreading disobeying him. I knew there was no getting out of this. We arrived at his house and I saw that my house was so close, so I bolted for it. I didn't make it far though. Louis grabbed me around the waist and drug me to his house. I pleaded with him, saying I was sorry and that I wouldn't do it again. I gasped when he threw me over his shoulder and struggled, kicking and squirming. I gasped in pain and cried out when I felt his hand hit my bottom twice and hard.


    He opened a room I guessed was his and threw me onto his bed, before shutting and locking the door. I begged him not to spank me and said I wouldn't do it again, but he just stood there and stared at me.


    "You know why you're getting this spanking?" he asked me, looking into my eyes. 


    I sighed and accepted the fact that I was going to be spanked and nodded my head. He asked me why and I began listing the reasons.


    "Cause I disobeyed you, Lied to you, and tried to run away from you," I said, head hanging in shame. 


    "Yes, and for that, you're getting a spanking. All 50 smacks. 30 with my hand, and 20 with a hair brush," he said to me. 


    I gasped and began to beg for it to be reduced, but he firmly said no. I even begged for him to remove the brush but he said no. I began to cry slightly when he told me both of them were to be bare. He sat on the bed and pulled my up to stand in front of him.


    "Pull your jeans and panties down," he said. I nodded seeing no way around it, and did as he said, using my hands to hide my private parts. He pulled me over his knee and I tensed up when his hand touched my pale bottom. 


    "I won't permanently hurt you, i'll just make sure you won't do it again. Now stop tensing up, it'll hurt more if you do," he said softly. My body relaxed and I briefly stopped crying before the smacks came raining down, firm and unrelenting.


    At the first five, I was wincing in pain, at the next five, I was squirming, and at the next ten, I was struggling and begging him to stop.




    I cried out at that one. It fell directly onto my thigh and Louis continued smacking them. I was shrieking and sobbing hard by then. My bottom and thighs were stinging and were probably as red as a firetruck. I reached behind to protect my butt and sobbed even harder as Louis grabbed my hand and folded it behind my back. He finished with the first thirty and I was sobbing and begging him for no more.


    "L-Louis. Im sorry, I've learned my lesson. *sob* I w-wont do it again. *sob* I swear, I-I'll be good," I shrieked when he picked up the hairbrush.


    He ran a soothing hand through my hair and cooed sweet nothings into my ear. I calmed down, still crying slightly and shrieked when a swat came down unto my bottom. It felt like someone had put a burning flame unto my butt and was pouring salt on it. I preferred Louis' hand.


    "If you ever..."




    "Disobey me again..."




    "This will feel..."




    "Like a love tap." 




    I was shrieking bloody murder by now, and I finally just gave up, with tears running down my face, I began to cry even harder than before. He finally stopped and pulled me into his lap, throwing the brush away from us, and cooed into my ear that it was over. It sure didn't feel like it was over though. My ass felt like it was on fire. I felt him move to get something and sighed in relief as he rubbed a soothing lotion on my red bottom. I buried my head into his shoulder, occasionally hiccuping and wiped my tears and snot on his shirt. He didn't pull away and lay me sideways on the bed, and helped me pull my panties up. The sting of the cotton rubbing against  me made me hiss in pain. He climbed into the bed next to me and pulled me into his chest, kissing my forehead. 


    "I'm sorry," I whispered into Louis' chest. I felt bad for disobeying him and really wanted to make sure he forgave me.


    "It's okay, I forgive you. I'm sorry too. Maybe I was too harsh. don't ever be out after 10. gangs are roaming the streets and its not safe, okay?" He whispered into my hair, caressing my back gently. I nodded into his chest.


    I felt him kiss my forehead one last time and fell into a deep sleep.


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