Monday, February 28, 2011

Allie pays the price

You'll need to go back here for the beginning of this story.

Late that afternoon I called Sue to see if she knew anything. She didn’t. “Steve wouldn’t even let me go for a walk in that direction so I could try to hear anything.” She fumed.

“Well come on down, we’ll get some dinner. But if I don’t hear from Allie soon I’m headed down there.”

“No you aren’t.” Tom commented as he walked by.

Thankfully he didn’t turn to see the face I made at him. We decided to order pizza, plenty in case the children joined us. And finally they did. Although I could see traces of some tears, Allie seemed to radiate contentment and beauty. As we got our food there was a ball game coming on, not my way to spend the evening!

“Gentlemen,” I addressed the men, “if you don’t mind I think we ladies might watch a moving while you have your sports evening. We’ll be in the theater in you need us.”

Tom kissed my cheek and murmured in my ear “And you can’t talk about us nearly as well when we’re in the same room, correct?”

“Correct.” I agreed, and added “I love you.”

We gathered our food and headed to our home theater. I love the theater for its privacy and it also happens to have the most cushioned and comfortable seats in the house. We gave Allie enough time for a teenager to scarf down two pieces of pizza before we could take it no longer. “Well…?” I prodded her.

Allie hesitated. “I don’t know if I can talk about it. It’s embarrassing.”

“Bullshit!” Sue blurted out. “As many old war stories as you’ve heard from us? Girl, you better start talking or the only stories you’ll hear from us will be about our bunions or re-runs of ‘Murder She Wrote!’ Now start talking.”

I love having a friend who can put things so succinctly! I said nothing but my look let her know I expected to hear everything.

Allie sighed, blushed slightly and told the following story –

I have to admit I was scared. I love Ryan and I knew he wasn’t really going to hurt me but when he really thinks I screwed up those spankings hurt! And I had stolen his car, no less. He didn’t waste much time when we got to the house. “You probably should go to the bathroom – and you can just leave your jeans and panties in there.”

Does he have any idea how embarrassing it is when he says that? (Yes, I thought to myself as she told us this. I’m sure he knew just how embarrassing it is. Tom does this when he is particularly annoyed to make me as uncomfortable as possible and I know good and well whose Ryan mentor is!) And having to come out wearing a tee shirt and nothing else. I wanted to crawl under the couch! I just wanted to get over his lap where I could hide my face. But he made me stand right in front of him to talk first.

“You know that stupid frat house is the worse on campus. They’re sleeze and nothing else. You went there to get drunk – there was no other reason. You know you aren’t supposed to be drinking at all and around those guys? Allie you were begging for trouble.”

“You were luck you didn’t get their kind of trouble – but you’re in trouble enough now.” Then he had me bend over the back of the couch. I didn’t like that at all, but I figured it wasn’t a good time to complain. He started spanking me with his hand but it seemed to hurt way more than when I’m over his lap. Maybe he had a better swing but it was awful! I was in a terrible position, my feet barely touching the floor and I wanted to reach back so bad! The burn was terrible. And he just kept on! I didn’t hear all of what he was telling me but some of it was some of the things that had happened to girl who had been to some of those parties. The stories seemed to be getting him more and more wound up.

Finally I was begging “Ryan, I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Owwww… Please stop! Please!” He did finally stop but when I tried to get up he wouldn’t let me.

“You stay right where you are. I’m not finished. Don’t you move.” I could tell he stepped away from the couch. I was dying to rub. My butt was killing me but I didn’t want to add anything to what he might be planning. When he came back he put his hand on my back and said. “Some people who steal cars are arrested and have to go to court. You should be glad you get to skip all that and go right to the punishment.”

He started spanking me with one of those huge, hard kitchen spatulas and I didn’t think anything could hurt so bad. I just howled. I couldn’t help it! I will never be able to use a spatula again without cringing. He used it all over; on my thighs was the worse. I was crying by then and shouting for him to stop; I promised I would never ever touch his car again. Finally he stopped and rubbed his hand all over my rear. When he helped me up I couldn’t help grabbing my butt. It really hurt.

“Allie, we’re not finished yet.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

“Ryan, please. That’s enough! I can’t take any more.”

“I think you need a break.” he agreed.

All I could think was “Halleluiah!” I was even thinking that with a little make – up kissing and maybe a distraction or two on my part I could talk him out of any more spanking at all. But that wasn’t what he was thinking about.

I couldn’t believe it when Ryan said “You can have a break, go over and stand in that corner.”

Poor Allie looked even more embarrassed as Sue and I both shouted “What?” at the same time. (I was dumbfounded. Where was Ryan getting this from? Tom had tried this once or twice early in our marriage but he soon realized it wasn’t worth the effort. I fought him tooth and nail and would do it to this day if he tried to insist on it. It seems Ryan is branching out on his own.”) Don’t look at me like that Allie begged. I didn’t know what else to do. I was kinda mad when he said it, and at first I refused. “I am not standing in the corner!” And I meant it too.

But when he said “All right then, we’ll just keep going.” Suddenly standing in the corner sounded like a vacation in Maui! I went to the stupid corner feeling like an idiot. I was still rubbing and he didn’t tell me to stop. (I bet not, Tom tells me watching me rub by bottom after he has redden it is one of his all time favorite sights.) I did feel stupid but I got to thinking about the whole thing and how dumb I was for getting myself into this situation. I can’t say it wasn’t a good place to think. When Ryan spoke to me again I almost didn’t want to leave my little corner haven.

“Allie,” I turned to look at him and he pointed over to his computer bag. “Get the brush out and come over here.” I couldn’t believe he had brought the damn thing with him!

I couldn’t help begging “Ryan, please not that, anything else, please.” He just pointed again and didn’t say anything.

I got the horrible thing and brought it to him. He pulled me down over his lap this time and started talking. “You did two things Allie that you can’t ever do again. You lied to me, and you ran away from me. If you ever think about doing either of those two things again you better think back on this.” Then he started spanking with that hairbrush I guess about as hard as he could. I was in agony! My butt had felt a little numb when he was using that spatula but the time in the corner was enough for the numbness to go away and the pain to sink in. Nothing has ever hurt more than that hairbrush! I couldn’t help reaching back (I gasped when she said this – I had once shared with her one of my stories where I had reached back, and the consequences. It seems men really don’t like this.) He just penned my hand to my back and said – that just added 10 more. I was a blubbering mess when he finally stopped and started rubbing the brush over my scalded rear.

“Allie, you can tell me anything. We can talk about anything. You can yell and cuss and fuss if you need to about whatever. But just be honest with me. Will you do that? And one last thing. I can’t stop you from coming and going as you please but as long as we’re together you don’t just get mad and leave in a huff. You tell me if you're going off anywhere. You got that?”

I would have agreed to anything at that moment, but I meant it when I promised him I would be honest and that I wouldn’t run off again. “Good” he told me. “I’m glad that’s settled. Now these are for reaching back.” Those were the hardest ten of the whole afternoon, five, right at the top of my thighs, on either side. I never wanted to be spanked like that again.

As Allie ended her story I got up and gave her a big hug! “You poor little thing. Are you sure you’re alright?”

“You got a lot of guts kid.” Was Sue’s comment, “I’m impressed.”

“Oh I forgot to tell you, two more things. When we get back to school I have to use my money from babysitting to fill up the car and I have to wash and wax it by myself next week!” I couldn’t quite tell if she was bragging or complaining.

“What has gotten into Ryan? Let me tell you if he starts telling some of these things to Tom and Steve we are going to have words!” But the three of us were laughing by this time. Allie had certainly had a rough afternoon but then I had to admit to myself that she had deserved a rough afternoon. She seemed so happy and bubbly I was forced to admit it had done her a world of good to get it over and done with and not something hanging over her head.

“I want some ice-cream.” Sue said suddenly, "let’s go talk the men away from the game and go get some sundaes.

“That’s a great idea!” Allie agreed “and if they want to finish the game we can always slip off and go get some without them.”

Sue and I both stopped in our tracks to turn and look at Allie. “Oh, I’m just kidding!” she insisted, leading the way. I shook my head as we followed her. I can’t help but worry. That child gets more like me every day – heaven help her!

Friday, February 25, 2011

My afternoon

This story began back here.

“My Actions! What about my actions? I didn’t do anything wrong.” I insisted.

“Well now, you weren’t exactly honest with Ryan when he called and the boy was really worried.” Tom began.

“Tom, I didn’t lie to you! Are you saying I have to tell everyone in the world all I know? I wanted was to hear the facts from Allie before I spoke with Ryan.”

“And did you get the ‘facts’ by talking to Allie?”

I chose to ignore this questions and Tom went on. “But not coming clean with Ryan isn’t why I’m spanking you.”

“Spanking me! You’re not spanking me at all!” I tried to rise but Tom held me firmly. “Don’t you even think about it buster – I didn’t do anything!”

“Do you know how I feel about you texting me?" he asked. "Do you know how I feel about you turning off your phone?” Tom’s tone was mild but he wasn’t letting go.

“Tom I’ve turned off my phone at other times when I was eating with friends; it would be rude to take a call while at a lunch.” I informed him.

“Girl, you weren’t dinning you were trying to hide from Ryan and me. That’s not the same thing.”

Apparently Tom felt he’d talked long enough. Standing up he set me on my feet and led me, still protesting, to the bedroom.

“That’s enough.” Tom said firmly, putting his finger to my lips. With the skill of a man who has practiced a lifetime I was bare bottom and over his knee in no time.

Tom began with his hand and the first volley of 10 was so hard that it nearly took my breath away. Then he began rubbing. With his hand soothing my bottom and some other intimate touching, I soon realized this spanking was not for discipline. Regardless he began again. I was squirming to get away. It still stung like the devil. He was keeping my mind in a constant swirl. Hard swats – gentle intimate rubbing, his timing for each was erratic and I was having difficulty anticipating.

Tension, relaxation, pain, caresses – it was confusing, arousing. I lost track of time. My dear husband is an amazing man. By the time he laid me back on the bed to make love I’m not sure I could have told you my own name.

Later, much later, we were curled up together on the bed. Tom was stroking my back and I finally realized that the whole wonderful afternoon had been Tom’s way of keeping me occupied and not fretting about Allie and what she might be going through. And let me tell you that plan was an unequivocal success! He is welcomed to distract me in this manner any time he wants to.

My worrying wouldn’t have done Allie any good anyway. Bless her heart, she had chosen her actions and she was living with the consequences. I got to hear about her consequences later that evening.

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Ryan tells a different story

This story begins back here.

I couldn’t believe what I had just heard. Sue and I both turned to stare at Allie in shock. Sue found her voice first. “You stole Ryan’s car? Ryan was mad enough to spank you and felt he need time to calm down before he did so and you stole his car?? Please tell me I heard you wrong.”

I could only stare at her in shock. Not only was she dealing with a super angry boyfriend over not telling where she had been the night before, she had taken his prize possession. Ryan really didn’t even like Allie driving his car around town when she occasionally needed it. Freshmen weren’t allowed car so at times she did drive his. When she did she was subject to listening to a list of do’s and don’ts that could rival Tom’s lists when I traveled with the girls.

“I didn’t steal it!” Allie was insisting, “It’s not like I’m not giving it back. But I needed to get out and the keys were right there in the bowl by the door and … and … well…” her voice trailed off as she realized that she had no defense.

I had been fairly sure I could convince Ryan he had over reacted and I was planning to do my best to talk him out of spanking her but I quickly lost faith in my ability to do that. I had been in her shoes a time or two when I was a newlywed, leaving without telling Tom so that I could avoid a spanking, but never had I left Tom without transportation of some kind. I didn’t want to think it, but I had a feeling Allie had sealed her fate.

I glance at my watch and realized it was after 1:30. “Allie, you need to call Ryan and I have to call Tom or I’m going to be in trouble. Ryan may have already called him. Child, you are going to have to come home now. You don’t have any choice.” Allie’s look was beginning to change from anger to remorse and she nodded at me.

I dialed Tom. He answered with, “It’s about time you called girl. Now where do you and Sue have Allie stashed?” For some reason that made me mad. How does that man know everything?

“What makes you thing we have Allie?” I demanded.

Tom had sounded a amused when he asked where we had Allie but he sounded totally serious as he said “Are you going to lie to me Cassie?”

I’m no fool I wasn’t about to lie about something he was obviously going to find out about, but I couldn’t help snapping, “I didn’t say we didn’t have her I just asked what make you think that!”

Tom laughed again. “Ryan realized it as soon as he hung up from talking to you. He said the minute he told you Allie was gone and you didn’t go into hysterics and insist he call 911 he should have known you knew exactly where she was.” Another man in my life who can read me too well, just what I need. “Steve and I went and got Ryan and we’re all waiting here at the house.”

That sounded like an ominous grouping to me. I don’t know why I was feeling guilty, I hadn’t done anything wrong, but I felt uneasy just the same. “We’ll be home in about 20 minutes.” I told him. “But you better calm Ryan down. He started this. Allie didn’t do anything wrong until he scared her. You need to tell him he has no business even thinking of spanking Allie, and I mean it.”

“We’ll expect you in 20 minutes.” Was all Tom said before hanging up. Well, I’d done my best.

I rode back with Allie. I tried to find something to say to comfort her but I was pretty sure she would be sitting uncomfortably before the day was out. However, I was going to try to change his mind.

All three men came out as we pulled up beside Sue. Allie went straight to Ryan and handed him his keys. He gave her a hug and said “I think we need to do some talking.”

“That’s exactly what we need to do.” I chimed in. “I’d like to have a word with you, please.” I breezed on into the house knowing everyone would follow. I figured an attack was the best way to proceed. “Shame on you.” I said shaking my finger at Ryan. “You were being totally unfair to Allie! You scared her into taking your car. I warned you about being too bossy! If she chooses to spend the night with a girlfriend she doesn’t have to clear it through you! And the very ideas of letting her friends know you spank her. Ryan that is unforgivable! I think you owe the girl an apology”

“Cassie, I think that…” Tom began. But I rushed on.

“Now don’t you defend him. You’re the cause of him being so bossy in the first place.”

Allie was standing beside Ryan looking decidedly guilty while Ryan was looking more and more confused. He turned to Allie, “What in the world did you tell them?” he wanted to know.

“Well… I just said… umm, well…” Allie seemed to have lost the ability to form complete sentences. Ryan took my hand and led me to the living room.

“Last night,” he began as we were seated “Allie didn’t ‘spend the night with a friend’ she went to one of those drunken frat parties. Drank enough to throw up all over the place and then left with some girls she barely knew just before the cops got there to break up the party. I’d been looking for her since early this morning when news of the party was being spread all over campus. I talked to some folk that were there. I finally found someone who knew who Allie left with and I went to pick her up.” He looked at Allie in confusion, “I never said one single word about spanking anyone. All I said was she was coming back to the condo because we needed to talk.”

Every eye turned to Allie. I could feel that the child wanted to sink through the floor. But as what Ryan said sunk in – and I knew without a doubt every word he spoke was the truth – my anger began rising rapidly.

“Allie Marie, you lied to me! How could you. Now you tell me exactly what happened.”

“I didn’t lie Cassie, honest I didn’t. I didn’t want you to be mad at me so I just didn’t tell everything exactly…” her voice trailed off.

“Didn’t lie?” I stormed. “Not telling me the complete truth is the same as…”

I stopped as I felt a sharp nudge in my back. Shifting to look I saw Sue, who was sitting behind me, poking me with her foot. Grinning at me she said “You don’t want to finish that sentence Cassie.”

“Whose side are you on?” I snapped.

“I’m on Allie’s.” She told us calmly “But I’m telling you to shut-up.”

I looked back to see Tom nodding. “I believe you told Ryan you hadn’t heard from Allie when he called you earlier today. Was that the truth?”

“That wasn’t what he asked me.” I stated coolly. “He asked if she had called this morning and she hadn’t. So there.”

“You hadn’t heard from her when I first talked to you?” Ryan wanted to know.

I didn’t answer and as the silence grew Sue piped up. “She didn’t call Cassie this morning. It was after twelve.” Laughing Sue added to me, “I told you to shut-up!”

“Now I’m beginning to see whose Allie teacher is.” Ryan told me. I didn’t know what else to say so I took Sue’s advice.

Ryan turned his attention to Allie. “I think you deserve to have your butt worn out. But if the idea of that turns you into a runaway and a car thief maybe it’s not what we should be doing.” Allie looked startled. “You need to decide.” He continued, “It’s okay if you decide against it. It’s not going to break us up or anything but, well, you have to decide. And whatever you decide you can’t run away again.”

Allie sat there for what seemed like a long time looking at her hands. When she spoke it was very quiet as she answered Ryan. “I think you should spank me.” She said slowly. “I’m really, really sorry for everything. I won’t ever run away like that again.”

“We can handle it some other way.” He told her, “Are you sure?”

Allie turned to look at me and Sue. “I’m sure.” she answered, “I want what they have.”

You won’t believe how that affected me. I felt myself begin to cry and most shocking I saw Sue was crying too. Sue doesn’t cry.

“Well okay then.” Ryan told her, “Let’s go.”

Ryan left his car at our house and he and Allie walked toward Sue and Steve’s guest house, Ryan’s home when he’s not in school. Sue and Steve left without a word; I noticed that they were holding hands.

I was touched by what Allie had said, I was angry with her for lying to me, I was worried about how hard Ryan might spank her, I was scared and worried about what she had done the night before… I was a basket case. Thankfully I have someone that knows how to handle basket cases. Tom sat and pulled me down to sit on his lap. He just wrapped his arms around me and let me cry into his shirt.

“She’s going to be fine.” He told me soothingly and rubbed my back. “He’ll make sure she doesn’t do anything like that again. And, no, he won’t be too hard on her.” He added as I started to speak. I sighed and sank back down in Tom lap.

“I hope you’re right.”

“I am.” He said firmly. “Now, let’s talk about your actions today…”

There’s more to come.