Monday, February 18, 2019

The Runaway - part three

Here's part three. You can find part one here and part two here.

Sue and I didn’t talk much on the thirty-mile trip to Westly. I know she wanted to ask questions, but she also knew I didn’t want to discuss Tom anymore. When she let me out at the hotel, she asked, “You want me to come in?”
I hesitated. I didn’t want to talk but I didn’t want to be alone either. “No,” I finally answered. “Just don’t tell Steve or Tom you’ve seen me since you left the house. I’ll call you tomorrow.”
“You have to go home and face him sometime you know.” Sue seemed a little concerned. “Aww… come on and let me take you back before this gets out of hand. So, he’s pissed. He’ll get over it. Come on, let’s go home already.”
I wavered momentarily, but I was in deep and I just couldn’t back out. “I’ll call you tomorrow,” I repeated and headed in. I used a fake name. It wasn’t hard back then and if anyone was suspicious that I had no luggage, they never said anything to me. My winnings from the casino that day kept me from having to use a card. I felt that I was pretty well hidden for the moment.
When I reached the room, I drew a shaky sigh of relief. Quickly, however, overwhelming loneliness and guilt hit me. I did think I had the right to come and go as I pleased, but I had told Tom I would stay home and I hadn’t. I felt horrible. I really wanted to go home but you have to understand that back then I hated being spanked. I hated the pain, I hated the embarrassment, I hated the loss of control, I hated every bit of it. Back then I would do anything to avoid a spanking – except mind Tom, of course.
As my lonely evening wore on I couldn’t stand it any longer. I called Tom. He answered on the first ring with, “Cassie, is that you?”
“It’s me,” I managed in a shaky voice. “Tom, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry I went out with Sue today and I’m sorry I was going to lie about it. And I’m really sorry I ran out on you. Will you forgive me?”
“Cassie, where are you? I just want you home. You know I’ll forgive you. Where are you? I’ll come get you.”
I felt such relief wash over me. “Tom, do you really forgive me? You’re not just saying that? You won’t spank me?” I knew if he said he wouldn’t then he wouldn’t.
“Cassie,” his voice was worried, but it still sounded soothing to me, “you know I love you. When I say I’ll forgive you, you know I will. I’d forgive you anything. I want you to come home. We need to be together so we can talk this thing through.”
I was crying with relief. I started to speak when Tom continued, “But you need to know that when I do get hold of you I’m going to wear you out.” As badly as Tom wanted me home, he wouldn’t lie to me. He’d never try to trick me by saying there would be no spanking, then go back on his word.
“But… but…” I sputtered. I hated the phrase, wear you out. It always sent a shiver down my spine – still does. “I said I was sorry. I won’t do it again. I’ve learned my lesson, okay? There is no reason to spank me.”
“Cassie, you’ve said you’re sorry and I believe you. You can believe me when I tell you you’re forgiven, but neither of those things changes the consequences you have coming. Now where are you?”
“That’s not fair!” I shouted into the phone.
Tom continued in his soothing voice. I wished what he was saying had been as soothing. “And why is it not fair? I told you straight up, before we were married that you were going to have to do as I said, and that lying would not be tolerated. And I made it quite clear that I would spank you for breaking my rules.”
I remembered that conversation only vaguely. He had said something about me calming down and listening to him, letting him keep me safe, never lying to him. I remember him saying something about spanking me. He had only spanked me once at that time, so I didn’t believe him for a minute. And besides, during that conversation I distinctly remember trying to take his shirt off and turn his mind to things other than a long lecture. My saying yes at that time, when my mind was on other things, shouldn’t have meant a thing. One should not be held to a contract agreed to under such circumstances.
At that moment, as he talked to me on the phone, I wanted to be with him so badly. But I couldn’t make myself give in. I’m afraid it wasn’t the last time my stubbornness and self-destructive streak kept me from using my common sense. I slammed the phone down and cried myself to sleep.
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You can find part four here.

7 comments:

Roz said...

Oh Cassie, how hard this must have been for you both. I'm enjoying reading this. I had to giggle at your recollection of the conversation between the two of you about spanking and how you tried to distract Tom and how you shouldn't be held to the agreement lol,

Hugs
Roz

Leigh Smith said...

Damn you PK. I don't want to wait til Thursday - let Cassie loose to tell the whole story.

Rosie said...

Oh, Cassie...did you ever learn not to do this? I know from your books that you did. You were quite the stubborn one though, weren't you? I love your honesty when you write and I secretly love the excuses you have for not doing what Tom wanted you to do. Your Tom sounds like the perfect man for you. You can't get much by him, and I'm guessing that you really don't want to.

I hope you keep writing. You brighten my day!

Rosie Dee

Blondie said...

Oh no Cassie, what have you done? Can't wait till Thursday

Cassie said...

Roz, it's true! My whole life was outlined in that conversations, yet I wasn't paying a bit of attention.

Leigh, you can't blame PK. Although she sometimes does take her time getting the typing done.

Rosie Dee, Yes I did eventually learn not to run from Tom, of course it did take more than forty years. Tom is perfect for me. You're right I can't get much past him but it's still fun trying!

Blondie, Let's just say it wasn't my wisest move.

Katie said...

Dang, Cassie!! :) Isn't it better to face the music, vs. building on the spanking that you already have coming your way? Your poor bottom, Lady!! Your Tom sure does love you! Many hugs,

❤️Katie xoxo

Cassie said...

Katie, I believe that as I sit typing right now. But in moments of stress avoidance is my go to.