You never learn, do you?
Time and time again, you make the same mistakes, and the same accidents happen. Do you mock me, love? I’d like to think not, but all proof points otherwise. What say you?
Oh, you do whimper, and cry, and beg for forgiveness. You do try to assure me of your innocence and utter lack of ill will. You grovel before my feet and assure me that no such thing will ever happen again.
Yet, it does. Again, and again.
I ask again, do you mock me?
You like to play the fool, do you not? You present yourself as clumsy, dumb and naïve. But you are neither of those things, are you?  You just play the part. You just pretend to be, and sell that idea and image to me. You hope that I buy it.
I ask you then, do you take me for any of those things? Surely you do, if you intend to pass off your fabrications as truth and expect me do believe them.
Why do you mock me, love? It is you who forces my hand. It is you who forces me to punish you. Do you like it love? Do you enjoy punishment?
You shake your head and several forms of ‘no’ escape your bloodied lips. But your eyes do not lie. Your soul does not lie. Those deep pools of blue cannot hide the truth that dwells within, no matter how many layers of tears coat them. They betray you, love. Do you also betray me? Betray my trust, love, and compassion?
Do you or do you not? Please, do tell.
Whether by words, gestures of actions, all I ask for is sincerity. Sincerity that you, so far, greatly lacked. Your actions contradict your words, and your words contradict your scent.  Some things you may be able to hide, but not all. Not from me.  I know you. And I know when you lie.
Why do you lie, love?
Why?
You demonstrate such aversion to the idea of punishment, yet, your actions seem to desperately work towards it. And I provide, for I am just.  And you know I am so. 
Two plus two equals four, my love, even the likes of you knows that much, I am sure.
Let it not be said I am an unfit provider. Let it not be said I am unjust.
Let it be wished, and let it be granted. Let it be written, and let it be done.