Wardrobe malfunction, the conclusion

Sorry this part of the story is a little long. There wasn't a good breaking point. Then again, come to think of it, that spanking seemed pretty long too!

This story began back here.


I could feel waves of anger coming from Tom as we headed to the room. I was torn, I felt I needed to keep my mouth shut but, I also wanted to plead my case. Unfortunately, during the silent ride up the elevator, I realized I didn’t really have one. Well, not one Tom would understand.

We stepped in to the room and Tom took Sue’s pool jacket and tossed it onto the chair. Within seconds Tom sat and pulled me across his lap. It was abrupt even by Tom’s standards. Tom sailed into that spanking with a hand hard enough to pound nails. He didn’t bother removing my bathing suit, not that it would have made one bit of difference. He was burning me up! It seemed he would spank forever without a break. I was struggling to get away but I was in an iron grip. When he finally stopped I felt like I was nearly at my limit.

“If I have your attention now, I’ll repeat myself one more time. Go get that bathing suit off the floor and in the trash. Then I’m going to wear you out.”

“You’re going to WHAT? Tom you just wore me out! I won’t be able to sit for a week. You can’t spank me again.” I thought he had lost his mind.

“Are you going to do what I tell you or should I continue to try and get your attention?”

He had my complete attention. I headed to the bedroom, grabbed up the suit (wishing with all my heart that I had done that earlier) and threw it into the trash in the bathroom. When I came back into the bedroom Tom was standing at the door. His look of pure anger had changed to one of determination. The look did not bode well for me. Standing there in that tiny white bathing suit, my bottom throbbing I gave Tom what I hoped was a ‘please take pity’ look.

“Have a seat Cassie.” He told me. I didn’t want to. My seat wanted no contact with anything but I sat gently on the edge of the bed. “I want to be sure I know what went on today. I want us both to be clear on what happened.” Tom continued. “Let me tell you what I’ve seen today and you tell me if I’m wrong. This morning I feel I made it very clear to you that I didn’t approve of the bathing suit choice you’d made and that I did not want you wearing such a small suit in public. I know you disagreed. But I think I made myself clear. Did I?”

I gave Tom the smallest nod.

“Where did this suit come from?”

Oh I didn’t want to tell him. You have no idea how much I didn’t want to tell him. He waited, not saying anymore.

“Sue and I went out and bought it this morning.”

“You’re telling me that after I told you the other suit was too small you deliberately went out and got one even smaller? Tell me why, Cassie.”

I took a deep breath trying my best to remember. “I… I’m a grown woman. I can pick out my own clothes. You’re too bossy. There’s nothing wrong with either of these suits…” My voice trailed off as Tom walked over and picked up the ivory brush.

“No Tom wait…” I began but he might as well have been as deaf as a post. I was already hurting when he pulled me across his lap and began full force with that hateful thing! Wild horses couldn’t have kept me from reaching back but Tom just grabbed my hand without comment and continued spanking. I was howling – unfortunately back then hotels were well built and fairly sound proof. There would be no rescue. It truly seemed like forever until he stopped.

When he paused I was frantic for some relief. I needed to rub and I was trying to jerk my hand from Tom’s hold. I got another hard pop to the top of my thighs. “Be still.” he commanded. Tom began rubbing for me then. I was sobbing and he gave me a minute to get hold of myself. Soon he began talking as he rubbed.

“I’m your husband and you will listen to me and do as I say. You are not going to run wild as you used to. I give you plenty of free rein but when I tell you ‘no’ – you better mind me. I told you this before we were married. Ours may not be like every other marriage, I may be old fashion, but you’ll just have to accept that. I am the head of this family and you will listen to me.”

Yes, I admit Tom told me all this before we were married. But I wasn’t paying attention, so it just shouldn’t count. Tom went on, “This morning you didn’t get your way and you let your temper tantrum take over. And that’s exactly what got you in this position” Tom then gave the following ‘commandments’ each punctuated with a dozen or so hard swats from the devil brush.

“I will not accept defiance from you.”

“You will listen to me.”

“You will do as I tell you.”

I had felt overwhelming relief when he had stopped to rub a little for me. I soon realized that all he had done was allow enough time to let the numbness that had started to completely dissipate and once again every swat was excruciating.

“And now,” Tom continued. Good grief, how much more was on his list? He let go with a torrent of spanks on my upper thighs that nearly had me coming straight up off his lap!

“What the hell was that for?” I couldn’t help shouting. Two more hard pops followed as Tom said, “You don’t want to go there girl. That was for hanging up on me. Do it again and you’ll get worse. Are you clear on that?”

The fire on my rear was way too intense to be clear on anything at the moment but I assured Tom I understood anyway. Tom resumed rubbing, but I steeled myself as he said one last thing. “This new suit you had to run out and buy – what did it cost?”

Good Lord!

Tom and I are blessed; finances have never been something we have had to worry about. I came into the marriage with a great deal of my own money and Tom was well off. Tom never says one word about what I spend on anything from clothing to jewelry with two acceptations. I’ve been in trouble over more than one bar tab and when I buy or do something directly against what Tom has told me.

The suit had been expensive. This was back when you could buy a nice bathing suit at most any store for a mere $25. This suit had been more than twice that. I just couldn’t tell him.

“I don’t remember.” I gasped.

I jumped as Tom laid the brush gently against my sore, swollen bottom and said quietly. “I’ve always found your memory to be excellent when necessary. Would you like me to help you remember?”

“NO! NO! Tom don’t! It was $60.”

“Sixty dollars? For a few triangles and some string? Fine, that will be an appropriate finish. The last 60 he gave with his hand and not nearly as hard as he had at the beginning. But when you feel raw and burnt all touching is agony – even a fairly mild spanking.

Tom finally finished and let go of my hand. He reached for the lotion and I swear it felt like he was pouring on liquid fire. “No, stop! Don’t!” I cried But Tom merely said “hush’ and continued with the after care.

When Tom stood me up I was too tender to even reach back and rub for myself – I was fairly dancing on my toes it hurt so much. Tom’s arms went around me and pulled me into a tight hug.

“We’re going back to the party in a bit, Girl.”

“Tom no, I don’t want to go anywhere.” I was wiped out.

Tom continued, “I should make you go wear what you have on – let everyone see what happens to wives who don’t listen to their husbands.”

He couldn’t possibly mean it! I whipped around to look in the mirror. My whole backside was scarlet with a few places that would undoubtedly bruise. “You wouldn’t da…” I managed to choke off my words before completing ‘You wouldn’t dare!’ Even that early in our marriage I sensed that there was a chance he would see it as a challenge rather than a cry of disbelief. I had stopped myself in time. I leaned against him and said, “Please Tom don’t do that to me. I’m so sorry.” I believe that was what Tom had been looking for all along – for me to stop and think before I acted or spoke. He hugged me tight, but he wasn’t quite finished with me yet.

Tom released me from my hug and took my face in his hands and delivered by far the most painful consequence I’d faced that day. Looking me right in the eye he told me “Cassie girl, you are the most important thing in my life. I am more proud of the wife I chose that anything else I’ve ever done. Bringing you around my friends and colleagues and showing off my lovely wife is a joy to me. You hurt me today. Your stubbornness and your anger turned you into another person. You hurt me and disappointed me.

Well that tore it! I bawled. I loved Tom more that you can imagine, and I did then. I could be bratty, I could fight against what he told me, but to know I had really hurt him and disappointed him tore me up. I cried for a long time while Tom just held me. Finally he told me to go wash my face and put on some make up. I didn’t want to go back to the party, but I made no protest. I took off the new suit and threw it in the trash too. I came into the bedroom to see that Tom had laid out an outfit of Bermuda shorts and my new blouse. I didn’t put a bathing suit on for the rest of the trip – I just didn’t feel like it.

I was grateful to realize, as we came out, that it was heavy dusk. The poor lighting around the pool, as the food was served, well hid my somewhat swollen eyes - from most people that is. Annie and Sue weren’t fooled. I was standing close by Tom as he spoke with others when Sue hissed in my ear, “You’ve been crying. What did that SOB do to you?” Had it not been for my first marriage, Sue wouldn’t have worried so. That experience had left her deeply suspicious.

“He told me he was disappointed in me and that I’d hurt his feelings.” I was tearing up even as I said it. Annie seemed satisfied but Sue started to say something else. But I looked her dead in the eye and said “I really am fine. I don’t want to talk about it.” She wasn’t happy but she subsided.

After we went through the line to get our food, Sue told us that they already had a table and to come on over. I looked to where they were sitting – metal folding chairs. I couldn’t do it. Tom was watching me. Tom told Sue, “If Cassie doesn’t mind I’d like to eat over here by the wall. The moon’s beautiful.” I was grateful, we sat our plates on the wall and stood while we ate and watched the moon. I realize some would think Tom a brute for doing what he did. But I really understood. Tom had told me what to expect before we married and I did agree. And it didn't change how much I loved him. It never will.

Oh my, that was so very long ago. For me it’s good to go back and remember these old stories. It helps me realize that, although Tom still doesn’t seem to let me get away with a thing, he has mellowed. I rarely go a day without at least a swat to my butt, but the horrid, ivory brush often remains untouched for months and months. It still hovers in the back of my mind. Perhaps it’s a deterrent but I see no reason to admit to any such thing.