South of the Boarder -- Part 2
I had spent the afternoon in a dirty, nasty jail cell waiting and worrying about what Tom was going to do when he finally got there. To say that I was surprised at his actions is an understatement.
I think the word that best describes Tom would be dignified. He has no trouble showing affection in public. We always hold hands, he’ll kiss me and I’ve had friends tell us we are hot when we dance. But at the same time he is always reserved and does not show emotions in public.
As I came into the jail lobby, however, this wasn’t the case. He literally pushed past the other husband and grabbed me up in a hug that lifted me off the floor. I was expecting anything from an immediate spanking to an icy stare that was the equivalent of “wait until I get you home”. In a further shock to my system, when he sat me down I saw that he was crying. I had never seen that before (and only twice since). I could have understood anger but this reaction blew me away. I wasn’t until we had taken care of the paper work and were on the way back in the resorts van that I found out the reason for Tom’s unusual reaction.
It seems that the boy who had been sent from the resort to find our golfers had gotten the story a bit garbled. All the guys knew was that their wives had gone to Mexico, there had been some type of robbery or car jacking and they needed to get to the police station. So basically the guys had spent over 3 hours not knowing if we were dead or alive. From the time Tom and I got together I always knew how important he was in my life. That day was the first time I realized that I was just as important to him. Tom was quiet all the way back to the resort. He just held me close and didn’t say a word.
Finally after the longest day of my life we got back to the room. Tom still seemed so strange he just sat in the chair and closed his eyes. I sat on the floor in front of him. When he opened his eyes I told him how sorry I was for the whole horrible day. He just nodded his head. I took a deep breath and asked him in a small voice if he was going to spank me. He gave me a small smile and said “Oh yes, but not tonight.” We went to the bedroom and he undressed me and tucked me in bed. He came to bed and we just held each other. We were far to exhausted to do anything else.
I woke about 7 o’clock the next morning. Tom was up and dressed and sitting in a chair watching me. He did not look happy. The closest I can come to understanding what seemed to be happening was when a friend lost her child for about a half hour before the child was found hiding. I was getting this whole “Thank God you’re alive, now I’m going to kill you!” feeling. I got up and went to the bathroom. When I got back I reached for my robe but Tom said “Don’t bother”.
Now he seemed to be able to do the talking he couldn’t do yesterday. He said he couldn’t believe what we had done. Sneaking off to Mexico when I knew good and well he would have forbidden it if he had known. Drinking and picking up men in a bar. Getting in a car and going off with strangers – GOING OFF WITH STRANGERS! Something he average 3 year old knows not to do. He said it was a miracle that we hadn’t been beaten, raped or killed. I couldn’t think of a thing to say in our defense. If I can interject a piece of advice here; if you have a husband that spanks, and if he really loves you, don’t ever give him an excuse like this. When he had me lay across the bed and picked up his belt he was still mad and he was still scared and both of these facts came through to me clearly! As he often threatens he just wore me out! No warm up, no breaks, just the fire and deep pain that can only be produced by a husband who had spent the previous afternoon fearing that the love of his life was dead.
It was eventually over. He crawled up on the bed and held me while I cried. I really did feel awful about what I had put him through. However, my guilt over this dissipated rapidly as he explained what I considered to be the rest of my punishment.
He said that since he didn’t feel he could trust me on my own that I wasn’t going to be out of his sight for the rest of the trip. I had to go to the stupid meetings with him. They were totally boring and to my horror I realized that we would be sitting on folding metal chairs!!! I nearly burst into tears again. Those awful chairs would hurt the vanilla bottom and mine had just had nearly 30 licks from a belt delivered by an angry husband. I sat for nearly 90 minutes before the first break at which time he took pity on me and let me stand by the wall near him (what a prince!).
We spent the afternoon on the golf course. All five of us girl had to go watch them play golf; but only two of us had to go to the stupid meeting. One of the guys commented that it was like taking a flock of hens golfing. I wanted to give him the finger but the way my luck was running I knew Tom would see and pissing Tom off any further was not on my list of things to do for the rest of the day. I love spending time with Tom but by the end of this trip I realized that 24/7 is not all its cracked up to be.
As for the prostitution license, I knew he had bought one to get me out of jail. But I never brought it up and I never even saw it until several years late when I found it during a move. It now hangs in a place of honor on our bedroom wall. Except on rare occasions when I find it on the bed along with a sum of money – but that another story.
So to all you younger women reading my stories: Remember I am a licensed professional, don't try this at home!