Way back when...

Allie and Ryan are doing well since their little spat. Thinking about it the other day, Allie taking Ryan’s car and all, I had to laugh. Running away from Tom was something I did much too frequently during the first few years of our marriage. But I never took his car. I mention that to him one night and asked, out of morbid curiosity, what he would have done.

“Would you like me to show you?” he asked in mock seriousness. “I feel like you know exactly what I would have done. Still would, for that matter, if you pulled a stunt like that. I hope Ryan got that nipped in the bud.”

I lay back against Tom and thought back to those days. I could tell you many stories of me running out on him. Sometimes I was only gone a short time but there were times I evaded him for a week or more. I don’t think there are many things I have ever done that have made him any madder. I’m afraid some of the stories are pretty dark – it was a bad time, but some strike me as funny now. NOT that I would ever tell Tom that. And truly there are parts of my anatomy that thought all those incidents were dark and scary.

Before we were married, back when I was a wild child, I needed constant activity. During the day we had brunches, shopping trips, visits to the casino (this, of course, was before the infamous cruise), luncheons, club meetings, afternoon teas, dinner and dancing and sometimes all night parties, I just had to be doing. Stopping and having time to think was something I didn’t like. It was a bit better after we married but old habits die hard. When Tom was at work I had to be on the go. Often this swirl of activity was too much for too long and I would become exhausted and quite ill tempered and snappish with Tom in the evenings.

Tom, of course, would only put up with this for so long before he put his foot down. Sometimes Tom would take off and spend the day at home with me. Those days were wonderful. He would pamper me and it was a wonderful day of rest and relaxation.

One evening I arrived home after Tom (something he didn’t like to begin with) and I was so tired. I think I came in biting Tom’s head off about something. I was just on a tear. Tom took all he was going to take. “Cassie, I know you’re tired and I know why. All this running around is going to stop. I don’t want you leaving this house tomorrow. I can’t stay home with you but you're going to stay home and resting. We’ll see about the next day but I’m not putting up with your attitude any longer.”

“I’ll do as I damn well please!”I flared. “Nobody tells me when I may come and go. Stay the hell out of my business!”

I know, you all feel free to groan at this point. But in my defense we hadn’t been married a year. If I managed to go a few weeks with no spanking I tended to forget exactly what it was like and I reverted to my old self. Unfortunately for me, Tom was his old self too!

I got about three swats with his hand before he realized I was wearing a girdle. Rather than try to wrestle it off at the moment he quickly pulled me into the kitchen and laid into my latex encased bottom with a wooden spoon. He was burning me up with that thing, hard and fast and no let up. I was yelling but managed not to cuss while doing it. I was much more compliant when he was finished. So when he told me to get ready for bed I didn’t argue.

That darn girdle! It was retaining the heat from the spanking to the point of cruelty. Yet taking that horribly tight thing off was a punishment in itself. You young women have no idea how awful it was to have to wear those things. As I finally freed myself from its evil clutches I angrily threw it in the trash. Tom walked in then with my supper on a tray.

“That’s the perfect place for that thing.” Tom said, glancing at my discarded foundation garment. “I hate when you wear that.”

“It’s not like I want to wear one, you know.” I fussed. “I’m just trying to look good for you most of the time.”

“I’ve see you without one on occasion and I found you quite appealing.” He told me with a smile.

I slipped on my gown and curled up on the bed. Tom had brought me in a light supper. He sat the tray on the bed and turned serious. “Cassie, your attitude this evening is a perfect example of what I’ve been telling you. You do too much. You get tired and ill tempered and I’m not putting up with it. Now you are not leaving this house tomorrow. Do I make myself clear?”

I didn’t like it one bit. I felt like a child being grounded. I tried to get a little leeway as I ate. “I’m sorry I was so ugly when I got home. I’ll cut back honey, honest I will. But I don’t like not being able to come and go as I like. Can’t you stay home tomorrow?”

“We have people coming in from out of state and I have to be at work tomorrow. But you better listen to me girl.”

“Fine!” I snapped. “But I don’t like it. You’re not fair!”

“I’m not asking you to like it. But I’m telling you to mind me.”

It annoyed the devil out of me when he told me to ‘mind’ but I didn’t say anymore. I had every intention of acquiescing to Tom’s wished. At least that was the plan until Sue called.