SO I LOOVE SPRING AWAKENING AND MY OBBSESSION WITH JOHN GALLAGER JR + MY LACK OF SLEEP MADE ME THIS WRITE THIS FIC. I'M TESTING OUT MY NEW LAPTOP AND I WONT GO TO SLEEP UNTILL I WRITE SOMETING. YAAAY ANYWAYS SO I AM ONE OF THE FEW WHO ATUALLY LIKED THE BEATING SCENECE JOHNATAHN GROFF W/ A STICK? NEED I SAY MORE? SO THIS IS MORITZ AND HERR STIEFEL SPANKING FANFIC. MORITZ'S FATHER SEEMED LIKE SUCH A MEAN GUY AND SO I'M GUSSING HE WASN'T ONE TO SPARE THE ROD ANYWAYS THIS CONTAINS SPANKING CORPAL PUNISHMENT, 'BEATING' AS SPRING AWAKENING CALLS IT DON'T LIKE DON'T READ!

(AFTER ALL THATS KNOWN)

Moritz pov

"Father please try to understand. Herr Sonnenstich's class is getting hard! No matter how many hours I spend studying I still don't understand the material. I promise that I will_

"Promise? What good is your promise Moritz? You received an F on your Aeneas test! If you keep this up you are going to fail out of school! Is that what you want? To become a burden to your mother and I?"

"N-No Father I-" I began to say, but when my father fist slammed down on the table, I cowered back in fear. There was nothing more terrifying then my fathers fury... well that and those horrendous dreams of that seductive mysterious women in the sky blue stalkings.

"Moritz Stiefel are you even listening to me?" My father roared, snapping me out of my thinking. I glanced down at my boots, to camouflage my blush. "Yes sir." I answered quietly.

"Now would you care to inform me as to why you failed this test today young man?" He asked sharply. I couldn't tell him about the women in the stalkings of course. I gulped and ran my fingers through my unruly hair, thinking of an answer that would please him.

I could think of none.

"Well Father you see... the thing is... I um_"

"Enough with your babbling son, spit it out." He demanded angrily. I sighed and told him that I could think of nothing.

"Go to your room and stay there for the remainder of the day. You will not be allowed to have supper or to do anything else until you give me a proper excuse young man. And from now on you will come home straight after school to study. I won't have you spending your time with that no good Melchior Gabor. He does nothing but fill your head with nonsense."

I rose from my chair outraged. "But he's my best friend! You can't forbid me from seeing him. I won't let you!" I yelled, nearly surprising myself at my outburst. My father turned a bright shade of red and I knew that I was in trouble. "How dare you speak to me with such disrespect! I am your father and I am not to be disobeyed nor talked to in such a tone. You are lucky your Mother will be back from the missionary society soon or else I would have you over my knee in a second. Do not test me Moritz." He warned.

I rolled my eyes and went inside my room, slamming the door shut. As I sat down on the bed I wiped angrily at my face as tears started to stream down my face. Damn it I don't do sadness. I was always told it was weak for men to show their emotions. Let alone crying.

My father had to stop trying to control my life. I wouldn't let him do it any longer. He had forbidden my from seeing Ilse a few years ago saying that she was a 'disgrace to her parents' when all she did was really tell the truth. He father had done things to her, he had hurt her and when she finally told an adult, her parents left her out on the streets.

My poor sweet Ilse. I had no idea where she might be now and that thought alone nearly made me burst into another round of tears. When I got a handle on myself I pulled out my Latin textbook and started studying, although I didn't get very far.

Those dark nightmares kept taunting me. I suddenly remembered the journal that Melchior had given me and I opened it, hoping that it would help cure my problem.

After reading through the journal three times and studying the life like drawings I finally at last had the chance to fall asleep. Who knew that Melchi's plan would have worked? I lied down on my bed and didn't have one single thought about the women in the blue stalkings... instead the dreams just got worse I was haunted by genitalia and Labia Majora.

I woke up in a panic, squinting as my eyes adjusted to the dark.

There was a knock at the door and I sat upright in the bed and cleared my throat, asking for them to come in. My mother came through the door with a tray of food in her hands and a glass of water. "You're still my baby Moritz no matter what your Father thinks." Mama said with a smile as she set down the bowl of oatmeal next to me. I smiled and wrapped her into a hug.

"Thank you mama. I really do try in Latin it's just that_"

"Shh... I know you do honey. It's just that your Father has high expectations for you. When you grow older you're going to have the responsibility of running the bank and your father is just having a bit of a hard time right now. Please don't anger him Moritz, I can't stand to see the two of you upset with each other." She plead. I smiled and told her that I would try. She thanked me and gave me a kiss on the forehead before leaving.

After finishing my dinner, I glanced over at the window and saw nothing but pitch black. I was in fact tired. My eyelids where struggling to stay open and It took all I had not to fall asleep but I got down on my knees and folded my hands together and prayed.

"Please God, give me consumption and take these sticky dreams away from me."

AND SO THIS IS THE END OF CHAPTER 1 IF U WANT NUMBER 2 THE REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW THIS IS MY 1RST SPRING AWAKENING FIC I HOPE YOU LIKED IT! SOOO I'M GUNNA TAKE MORTIZ'S ADVICE AND HIT THE HAY REVIEEEEWWW OR NO CHAP 2 AND THEN YOU WOULD HAVE A VERY SAD MORITZ TO DEAL WITH AND WE DON'T WANT THAT DO WE? ^_^ NOPE! SO REVIEW!