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I realize I don't post here often enough to be included in Love our Lurkers Day, but I just couldn't bear to be left out. So I'm reposting a meme I did long ago it was for Thanksgiving and I suppose this is close enough. Although I'm not here often, I'd love to hear from anyone who might drop by.

1  1.  Is sex best in the morning, afternoon, or night?

Absolutely!!

2. On which side of the bed do you sleep?

I sleep on the right.

3. Pork, beef, or chicken? 

I love them all, but it’s hard to beat Lily’s fried chicken.

4. Have you ever had to pull over on the side of the road to puke? 

Not in the past four decades or so, so give me a break.

5. What leg do you put in pants first when putting them on? 

Come to think of it I usually sit on the bed and put both leg in at once. Is that strange?

6. Candles or incense?

We don’t burn incense and we don’t burn candles for the aroma too often. 

7. Do you dance when no one is watching?

I’ll dance anytime Tom asks me – I don’t care if anyone is watching or not. 

8. Did you play doctor when you were little? 

No.

9. Stove top cooking or microwave?

What about them? Oh, you want to know which I can do? Let’s just say I know where both are located. 

10. Would you rather your car or your house be dirty? 

Neither.

11. Shower or bath? 

Both can feel wonderful, but when Tom give me a bath it’s pure bliss.

12. Do you pee in the shower? 

I’m sure I have.

13. Mexican or Chinese food? 

Definitely Chinese for me, Mexican for Tom.

14. Do you want someone aggressive or passive in bed? 

Most definitely aggressive!

15. Do you own sex toys?

We don’t. Tom doesn’t think they’re necessary. I don’t think they’re necessary either – but that doesn’t mean I’d mind experimenting a little. 

16. Corn dogs or hot dogs? 

Hot dogs for sure. I don’t care for corn dogs.

17. Your favorite restaurant? 

Way too many to name. We love good food and we know excellent restaurants across the country.

18. What did you have for lunch today? 

Nothing. We’ll have our Thanksgiving meal around four.

19. When did you last fall down?

Actually two days ago. I trip over a shoe in the bedroom floor and grateful fell into the bed. 

20. Have you ever wished someone were dead? 

My first husband – I guess I wished it so hard he finally died.

21. Love or money? 

I’ve never lived without blessed finances, I have lived without love and I’d give up money in a heart beat if I could only have one or the other.

22. Credit cards or cash? 

Credit cards.

23. Has there ever been anyone in your family you wish wasn’t? 

In the family I was born to, yes. In the family we’ve created for ourselves absolutely not!

24. Oreos or vanilla wafers? 

Vanilla wafers, the only vanilla things I like!

25. How do you like your steak cooked? 

Rare!

I may be hungrier than I thought, 

I'm enjoying looking up food pictures.

26. How do you like your eggs cooked? 

By Tom or Lily.

27. Have you ever knocked someone off their feet in a fight?

I have, more than once as a matter of fact.

28. Would you rather go camping or to a five-star hotel?

 Since I don’t ever plan on going camping I suppose we’ll never know.

29. Would you rather have a root canal or minor surgery?

I’ve had both and see no need to repeat either. 

30. Would you shave your entire body (including your head) for money?

I would not. 

31. Would you rather have lice or an STD? 

Once again a comparison I’ve never had to make and don’t intend to.

32. What’s your favorite hard candy? 

 I don’t really like hard candy.

33. Ever been to a strip club? 

I have.

34. Ever been to a bar? 

Let me think… perhaps.

35. Ever been kicked out of a bar or a club? 

You had to go there. Yes, I have.

36. Ever been so drunk you had to be carried out of somewhere?

Ever refused to answer a question because it’s no one else’s business? 

37. Kissed someone of the same sex?

I have. 

(The rest of these questions could come with much explanation – I choose not to explain most of them.)

38. Had sex in the car? 

Yes.

39. Had sex at the beach?

Yes. 

40. Had sex in a movie theater? 

Yes – okay, a little explanation, we have a home theater.

41. Had sex in a bathroom?

Yes, in the shower. 

42. Have you ever been in an “adult” store?

Once, and paid dearly for the experience. 

43. Is there anyone on your friends list you would ever consider having sex with? 

Tom

44. Have you been caught having sex?

Yes.

45. Have you ever kissed a stranger? 

Yes.

46. Does anyone have naughty pictures of you?

Lord, I hope not.

How does he do it?

I’ve been sharing many stories from way back and I just thought I’d show that some things don’t really change. This little story happened just this past summer. Although I still rarely do anything wrong, you’ll see that Tom is still way too picky. 

Actually, I’d personally been so good that there had been little to write about. I didn’t take the boat out by myself one single time that Tom knows about, and rarely at that. His stern admonishment at the beginning of the summer, ‘do not drink if I don’t put the drink in your hand’ has not been difficult to abide by. You see, when we last stocked up on wine, I positioned myself so that I put each bottle away as Tom unpacked it. Every drop of wine in those bottles was handed to me by my dear husband and thus, fair game! 

Now don’t worry. Sue and I usually limit ourselves to one or two glasses in the afternoon and I’m pretty sure Tom knows. But truly I have been good, and while I know Tom appreciated the effort, I think he gets bored if I behave too well for too long. When this happens, I think he sometimes gets picky and begins looking for reasons for a sound spanking. Goodness knows why, we have plenty of fun ones. But then for no reason, he gets all stern with me. 

Here’s a case in point. Sue and I had plans to go to a pottery/craft show. Tom knew we were going. I didn’t really know what time we were planning to leave, but that morning Sue called early – right after Tom left on his run. “How soon can you be ready? Let’s go to breakfast before we go to the show.” 

I told her to come on as soon as she was ready and I’d hurry. I kept thinking Tom would be back before we left but evidently he was on a long run. Being a perfect wife, I left him a note:

‘Tom, 
Sue and I left early for breakfast. We’ll be home around one. 
Love you,
Cassie’ 

We were headed out the door when Sue began fussing at me, “You’re not planning to carry that suitcase around all day are you? We’re going to be walking a lot and you’re gonna break you shoulder.” 

Sue’s always making fun of my pocketbook and claiming I carry everything but the kitchen sink. It’s certainly not true, but for this particular outing, I realized she was right and quickly changed to a smaller bag. 

We had a great day. The weather had cooled off and the crafts at this show were amazing. I love the craft shows where you can visit with the artist. We talked with many and got to watch them create some of the lovely pottery that they were selling. We bought a few things, had a big lunch and arrived home a little before two. Sue let me off and headed on home without coming in. 

That was probably for the best. Tom was not in a good mood. I could tell that the minute I walked in. Tom came over and kissed me but it wasn’t a lingering one. “Where have you been?” 

“Where have I been? You know Sue and I were going to the craft show today. And I left you a note this morning. You know exactly where I’ve been,” I told him, somewhat bewildered. 

“You’re late. You said you’d be home at one.” 

I couldn’t figure out what had put the bee in his bonnet. “I think I said around one and it’s not even two, so that’s around one. Would you be mad if I’d come home around twelve?” I was starting to get aggravated. 

“That’s enough, Cassie Jane.” Tom told me, in his sternest voice. 

Enough? Cassie Jane? What was going on? He was really upset and I knew it wasn’t because I’d been a little late. 

“Tom, what are you mad about?” I asked, truly not understanding. 

“I’m not mad,” he stated, shortly. “But you know one of the rules of this house is that you will not leave without your cell phone. I come back home this morning and you’re not here. The cell phone, however, is. And, then you breeze in here late, acting as if nothing’s wrong.” 

Bingo! I finally found what had gotten him upset. Hidden in that statement was the real reason for his annoyance. He  came home and I wasn’t here. It bugs him to death. That was what had started all this. But I realized he was planning to spank me for not taking my phone – chalk another one up to, ‘It’s really Sue’s fault.’ She was the one who made me change my purse and I just forgot to pick my phone back up. 

“Tom, you know I always have my phone with me these days. I haven’t forgotten it in months. Now just calm down and I’ll tell you all about the craft show.” 

I was talking to myself. Tom took my hand and led me to the bedroom, with me protesting all the way. I had not done anything wrong, not really. That didn’t stop him for a minute. I was quickly bare-bottomed and over his lap. He spanked with his hand and I know in my head that it wasn’t even that hard, but I was fighting him mentally the whole time and that always makes it hurt more. 

He stopped. But before letting me up, he said, “I’ve told you before, being without your cell phone will get you spanked every time. I don’t want you to forget that.” 

I hate cell phones! I wish the damn things had never been invented! The spanking hadn’t been harsh but neither had it been a good-girl. I was still annoyed and very quiet when he let me up. He hugged me and kissed the top of my head, but now I was the one mad then. I hate feeling this way after a spanking, but I couldn’t help it. 

Tom went about his afternoon and I took on the job of completely avoiding him and muttering to myself about his unfairness. Around four, Steve and Sue came over. Tom, Steve and Ryan, who had joined us, were in the yard chipping golf balls while Sue and Allie and I sat on the deck. We watched the men and they listened to me gripe. Both Sue and Allie were properly sympathetic. Sue continued on her old theme, ‘You shouldn’t have to put up with that shit’ and ‘why don’t you throw his ass out?’ It’s her way of showing support and, as always, we ignored what she was saying until she came to the following phrase. “He just needs to cool off.” She was exactly right. He did need to cool off.

Do you ever do something and the instant you do, you are stunned by your own actions? That’s what I felt almost as soon as I turned on the lawn sprinklers. I could hardly believe my own actions. I heard the men bellow and watched them sprint to the house. I stood there like a deer caught in headlights. 

They were soaked when they reached the deck. Everyone was staring at me in disbelief, even Sue and Allie. I made a stab at behaving like any mature woman who was completely justified in doing what she had done. That is, I blamed Sue. 

“I… I… Sue said Tom needed to cool off,” I stammered. 

Sue was on her feet in a flash at my treachery. “You’re trying to blame me?” 

I’m sure the rest of what she had to say would have been most interesting but I wasn't around to hear it. Tom, now with a slight smile on his face, grabbed me with one wet hand and marched me through the house to the bedroom. He picked up the school ruler – that darn thing is heavy and stings like hell. I was quickly pulled across Tom’s wet lap for my second spanking of the day. 

“Wait!” I yelled in a panic. “Tom you didn’t close the door! Close it, close it!” Tom had our suite soundproofed when we redid the house. While I know everyone on the deck was fully aware of what was happening, I still didn’t want them hearing it. 

“I wasn’t the only one you just tried to drown,” Tom told me, flatly. “Maybe they would like to hear you get your comeuppance!” 

I couldn’t believe him! My embarrassment didn’t slow him for one second. I know the pop that ruler makes could have been heard next door and I wasn’t exactly silent myself.
“Owww, Owww! Stop!” I couldn’t help shouting. He was spanking fast and hard. I finally managed to throw in a few ‘I’m sorrys’ and ‘I won’t ever do it again’ as he finally came to a stop. 

Tom was in a fine mood now and he was laughing as he helped me to my feet and gave me a big hug. “Girl, what am I going to do with you? Sometimes I think you’d spit in the devil’s face.”  

“I thought I just did,” I told him sourly and I tried to rub the sting away. “You could have shut the door,” I hissed.

Tom laughed at me again. “And you could have behaved yourself. Now, you go out there and apologize to Steve and Ryan. And Sue, while you’re at it. Imagine trying to blame that sweet woman for your bad behavior. And one more thing,” Tom continued, before I could voice my indignation, “whatever else you may do – don’t ever change. I do love you.” 

What am I going to do with him? He can spank me for no reason, as many times a day as he feels like. Embarrass me in front of my friends. Order me to apologize when I don’t want to and laugh at me in the bargain. Yet with one smile, one touch, just the sparkle in his eyes and I just melt with love for him. How does he do it? I guess I'll never know, but he’s a master at it.

Note from PK:

If you enjoy Cassie's stories you can read all about Cassie and Tom and their friends in the Cassie's Space series.

And you can find them in paperback here.

Tom's other woman

Allie often pesters me for old stories. She’s not wanting to hear about anything good I’ve managed to do. No, she wants me to tell of the incidents that show my horrible side. Few stories show a worse side of me than the one about Mattie. For reasons you might be able to imagine, this has become one of Lily’s favorites too. For newcomers, this is not me now! I may still occasionally find myself on the wrong side of Tom’s paddle, but it’s not for being unkind to others.

I’ve written that Tom and I had a whirlwind courtship – marrying a scant six weeks after we met. But I’ve never told you about the other woman that was in Tom’s life at that time. Yes, there was another woman and yes, Tom loved her dearly.

They had met when Tom was nearly sixteen and time had only brought them closer. Now, in a way, I’m only teasing. Theirs was a love story – but not that kind. Mattie came to work for his parents when Tom was in his teens. She lived-in and became their household manager. She was a widow with a son not much younger than Tom. Mattie soon became Tom’s confidante and friend for the many days his parents traveled.

When he was twenty-two, Tom lost both his parents within a year of one another. Mattie’s son had recently joined the military so Mattie came to work for Tom, newly graduated from college, in the same capacity she had worked for his parents. She was part cook, part maid, part life coach and part parent. So yes, the two of them loved one another very much. They worked well together and the household ran like a well-oiled machine.

Then I came along…

You may be shocked to hear this, but I didn’t fit right into their orderly, sensible, scheduled existence. LOL! My, we all had some adjusting to do. Having spent the previous five years acting as wild as buck, I was in shock at all the abrupt changes in my life. Suddenly, someone expected me to listen to him and do as I was told. I chafed and fought most of the changes Tom was bringing into my life, beneficial though they might ultimately have been.

Challenging him directly was a painful option. I know now that it was fear, frustration and anger that caused me to act the way I did. I was afraid I had jumped into marriage too quickly. I was frustrated by the sudden restrictions on my life and deep down I was heartsick and angry because I felt I would soon lose Tom, whom I had come to love so fiercely. All the men I had been with for the previous five years had eventually left. I had no reason at that time to feel Tom would be any different.

It seems that my worry, frustrations and anger turned to one target – Mattie.

I had watched how my parents and my first husband had treated those who worked for them – like dirt. In my mind I believed that there were two types of people in the world - those with power and those with none. I had been powerless as I grew up and I was in an even worse situation in my first marriage. But that ended when my first husband died and I was free of his tyranny. I had inherited his money. To me that meant that for the first time I was in control.

For the five years prior to my marriage to Tom I had perfected my ‘power’ act. No one was immune - maids, cooks, waiters, store clerks, drivers – all of them felt my wrath. I cursed, berated and belittled. Today, it hurts to remember how I was back then. I now see myself as a pleasant (if somewhat batty) little southern lady, but that is Tom’s creation. On my own, my fears and insecurities combined to create a cross between Leona Helmsley and the Devil wears Prada – only not as sweet!

Mattie – dear Mattie – she must have wondered what had hit their peaceful home. It began smoothly enough. I was so blotted in love with Tom I followed him around like an adoring puppy. But as he got back into his work schedule, I began to resent Mattie for running his home so efficiently. I resented the closeness she and Tom shared and I resented their easy, relaxed friendship. In front of Tom I was sweet as pie to Mattie, but oh my, when he was out of the house I turned into a shrew!

I soon began countermanding any order, suggestion or request she made to anyone who worked at the house. I would change menus at the last minute, rearrange the way cleaning and laundry were done – anything to annoy Mattie. I wanted Tom to fire her but I knew that was extremely unlikely. What I didn’t know, though, was that Mattie was on the verge of leaving to live with her daughter and son-in-law who were expecting their first child. Tom had begged her to stay until the baby came or at least for a few months so that I could get settled. She had agreed. She would do anything for Tom. But I knew none of this and my feeble plan was to make her unhappy enough to quit.

Mattie always brought my breakfast tray up after Tom left and I would begin my day by finding fault with something. Mattie soon adopted a calm ‘take it or leave it attitude’ and suggested I might be more pleased if I came to the dining room for breakfast – closer to the kitchen – where last minute changes could be more easily handled. I screamed abuse at her for such a suggestion. I cursed and called her names – but she barely reacted and never once told Tom what was happening.

This had been going on for some weeks when one morning Mattie failed to bring me my Bloody Mary.  “Mr. Tom’s worried about you overdoing it on the drinking,” she explained, “and I agree with him.” 

I went ballistic!

“You stupid cow!” I screamed at her. “Who do you think is in charge here? I don’t give a rat’s ass what you think of my drinking! Who the hell are you to interfere with my life? When I tell you to do something you damn well better jump!”

Mattie, as usual, was completely unaffected by my tantrum. “Orange juice would be better for you,” she stated, calmly. Oh, how I hated her calm.

“Do you know what you can do with this f-ing orange juice?” I bellowed. I punctuated my question by throwing the full glass of juice at the door. The glass exploded, spraying its contents over the room as glass fragments rained down.

It was then that Tom stepped into the room…

I was nearly speechless with terror. One look at Tom’s face had me wondering if I would ever sit again.

I was like a deer caught in the headlights in the face of his fury. He was fast – he grabbed my hand and had me over his knee before I could take a breath. He began spanking fast and furious! All I could get out was, “NO! Tom – don’t! Stop! Please!" But he may as well have been deaf.

Quickly, I was in agony, but he was nowhere near finished. Then he paused for a moment and said, “You stay right there. I want you to be here for this.”

He was talking to Mattie, who was still present. Mattie’s only response was, “Then it’s a good thing you’re old enough that your wants won't hurt you.” And she quietly left the room.

I had a fraction of a second to think ‘Go, Mattie!’ I couldn’t help admiring anyone brave enough to stand up to Tom. But in the next instant he resumed the spanking, if possible, with even more force! And he wasn’t even talking yet. I had already learned that once he began talking, we were barely at the halfway point. I didn’t think I was going to make it. I was crying and begging him to stop when I heard Mattie, who had come back, say, “That’s enough.”

“Not by a long shot,” Tom retorted, as a well-aimed spank found my sit spot. “Her rudeness, her language, her disrespect – I will not tolerate it.” The next lick landed on my upper thigh and I howled! Mattie walked right over to Tom and shocked both of us by taking hold of his wrist.

“I know you won’t tolerate it – but I said, that’s enough. You're angry and the best thing for you to do would be to go back to work. This incident is over with and Miss Cassie has a mess of orange juice to clean up.”

Tom seemed somewhat at a loss and I didn’t dare say a word. Tom hesitated, then finally relented. “Very well, we’ll continue this discussion tonight.”

“You can discuss all you want to tonight, but you’ll do it face to face,” Mattie told him, firmly.

Tom stood me up and looked at me sternly. “You are very lucky to have Mattie on your side.” He kissed me on the forehead and as he left the room, did the same to Mattie.

After he left, I didn’t know what to say. I was embarrassed – Tom had never spanked me in front of anyone. I was also beginning to feel ashamed for the way I’d treated Mattie. What I was mostly feeling at the moment was profound gratitude to her for literally saving my butt.

I did clean up the mess I made. Then Mattie and I had a long talk, the first of many, many long talks. During those first years of my marriage, Tom was the one who insisted I be a lady – but it was Mattie who actually taught me how.

She didn’t really approve of spanking. That was the only real spanking Mattie ever witnessed and the only time she ever interfered – but she made no secret that she didn’t like it one bit. She had dealt with the same issue of disapproval when Tom’s father spanked his mother. They had had a standard ‘agree to disagree’ deal.

At that time, Mattie was the closest thing to a mother I ever had. Over the years she would often come and stay with us for short visits. During those precious visits we often talked, fought, laughed and cried. But mostly, we loved each other as families should.

Mattie passed away in 2000 at the age of 82. We were all with her that day – her son, daughter, grandchildren and Tom and me. She had a hand in rearing us all and we all still miss her.

The Runaway - part five, the conclusion

Here's the last part of my story of running away - at least it's the last part of that particular time I ran. You can click on the following parts to read them, part one, part two, part three, part four.

I couldn’t believe what Tom had just said. “What do you mean?” I asked in shock. “You just wore me out. Tom, I can hardly sit. You can’t spank me again.”

“Cassie you ran away. If you ever do that again, you can expect that exact reunion. You can call it a warm-up for all I care, but when we get home, we’ll address the issues at hand.”

My bottom was throbbing. Every turn of the car was a painful reminder of our ‘reunion’ and the thought of more on top of what I was feeling was something I didn’t think I could bear, “Honey, please,” I started. “I’ve told you I was sorry. Can’t you…?”

“Cassie, I said we would discuss it at home, not in the car. You need to hush.”

I hate it when Tom won’t let me talk and it’s even worse when he doesn’t talk to me. I liked the idea of talking it out while both of his hands were firmly on the wheel. So I tried again, “Tom please don’t be like that. I was coming home this morning. You’ve spanked me. Let’s forget it.”

Tom slowed the car and pulled to the side of the road and turned to look at me.  “I need to make sure I have your full attention before I repeat myself one more time.”

Suddenly, realizing he was perfectly capable of blistering my bottom again right there on the side of the road and knowing I would still get another at home, I hastily apologized and promised to be quiet until we arrived.

“That’s a very good idea,” Tom told me in a serious voice and he pulled back onto the road. My heart was pounding but I stayed quiet as a mouse until we arrived home. Tom came around to open my door and just getting out of the car and standing was an ordeal.

As soon as we got in, I had to keep trying. “Tom, I’m so sorry. I really am. Honey, I didn’t get any sleep. I need a shower. Can’t we discuss this later, maybe over a glass of wine… maybe in bed? Let me show you how sorry I am…” Unfortunately, Tom was not accepting my offer.

“Take your shower, and then we’ll talk.” Tom told me as he led me to the bedroom. I sighed and headed toward our bath. “Leave the door open,” he told me. “I want to keep my eye on that window.”

Under the circumstances, I wasn’t comfortable undressing in front of my own husband, but I did as I was told. I so wished he would join me in the shower. But I knew that wouldn’t happen. I showered as long as I dared. I knew he was waiting on me. Tom was sitting in a chair in the bedroom watching me as I dried off. It gave me such a strange feeling. I finally took a deep breath, donned my robe, and joined him.

Gingerly, I sat on the bed clutching a pillow as though it were armor. I didn’t say anything. I knew there wasn’t one thing to say that was going to change his mind. He kept staring at me for the longest time.

Standing up, he finally spoke. “You messed up girl. You didn’t stay home when I told you to, you were going to lie to me about it, you ran away from me, and then you hung up on me when I was worried to death about where you were. You’re not going to do that again.”

Sadly for my behind, that wasn’t exactly true. But I surely would have been willing to swear at that moment that I would never do any of those things again.

Tom picked up the ivory brush from the dresser and coming to the bed, took both the pillow and the robe. I was protesting, but he was listening to nothing I said. He then sailed into my extremely sore bottom, full force, and suddenly he was full of questions.

“What possessed you to leave the house when I told you not to?” How can he expect me to answer questions while he is scorching my bottom?

I knew he wanted an answer, so I managed to gasp, “Sue called and begged me to go to the casino with her. She had some free tickets to the buffet and didn’t want them to go to waste. Owww,” I added as he continued to spank.

“So you thought going with Sue when I told you to stay home was a good idea? What do you think now?”

“Owww… No, it was a horrible idea. Please stop,” I wailed.

Tom paused a moment, then asked, “When you went out the window what happened? Where did you go?”

“Westly,” I answered truthfully. Ten more licks had me squirming like mad to get off his lap with no success.

“I mean right then!” he said angrily. “I looked all over for you.”

I didn’t want to say, but I didn’t dare hesitate. “I stuck around and hid in Sue’s car. I was in it when she left.”

Tom paused, “Do you mean to tell me Sue knew exactly where you were all night? I’m going to ring her neck.” I felt like suggesting he run right over to their house and take care of that immediately. 

“You didn’t use a card last night. Where did you get the money for the hotel?” I was impressed at the incredible speed at which my mind sorted through and discarded various scenarios even with my backside ablaze. I could tell him I borrowed some money from Sue – then I could keep the money I won gambling. But I wasn’t sure how soon I could get to Sue to tell her. If Tom got there first and found I had lied again… well, that was something I simply couldn’t risk at the moment.

“I won a little at the casino,” I managed to gasp out.

“How much?” he asked

Heaven help me, I hesitated a moment too long and five blistering licks landed at exactly the same spot on my upper thigh.

“Not there,” I screeched before I managed to gasp out, “seven hundred dollars.”

“Alright Cassie,” Tom said as he began to lightly rub the smooth side of the brush around my bottom, “Do you feel I’ve gotten through to…”

“Yes, yes, Tom. I’ll never do it again,” I promised.

That only earned me another hard pop, “You listen to what I’m saying before you answer me.”

I shut up and listened to every word he had to say. I had no idea what the words actually were, but he wasn’t spanking and I surely didn’t want it to start again. He finally ended with “… do you understand?” And I sincerely and eagerly agreed, to whatever it was he’d said.

He rubbed a bit, but I could hardly stand it. He set me on my feet and said, “Go get me the money before I take care of your bottom.”

I wasn’t about to argue. Tom has never allowed me to have large amounts of cash. Please understand, he denies me nothing, but it goes on a credit card and he sees everything. I liked having a little ‘mad money’, but I quickly got what cash was left and turned it over.

I lay on the bed then as Tom gently rubbed lotion on my bottom. I was so raw it felt like he was pouring on liquid fire. But I gritted my teeth and said nothing. Tom hadn’t slept the night before either, so he joined me in bed and held me. I was drowsy, and despite the pain, I felt so content in Tom’s arms. 

I was nearly  asleep when it hit me. Something had happened that day, that in my dread of the consequences, I had completely missed. I had bolted, I had run away from Tom… and he had come after me. That had never happened to me before. When I had been with other men and bolted, or they had, there was nothing more than a ‘good riddance’. Tom had cared that I'd left. He wanted me back, and he came for me and claimed me as his. As I thought about it, I was blown away.

Gingerly, I turned over so I could look at Tom as he slept. This beautiful man was mine. He loved me. He wanted me with him. He would protect me. He would guide me and always, always keep me safe. Turning back over, I gasped as Tom pulled me close, even in his sleep, and my thoroughly spanked bottom was pressed against him. That wasn’t the last time I ran. It was years before I really, fully believed that Tom loved me and wasn’t going to leave. It’s almost hard to believe now, but I had had no experience with real love before. It’s been an amazing journey. One I wouldn’t have missed for the world.

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The Runaway - part four

If you'd like to read from the beginning you can click for part one, part two and part three.

I tossed fretfully that night. I didn’t fall into a deep sleep until the early morning hours, but I slept until almost ten. I woke feeling rough. I had no change of clothing, no toothbrush, I felt like a wreck. I knew I was going to have to go home, and soon.

I was just coming fully awake when someone began pounding on the door. It had to be Tom, but how on earth had he found me? I’d slept in my clothes and I knew I looked like the devil. Tentatively, I peeked through the eyehole.

It was Sue and she had coffee.

“How did you know which room I was in?” was my first question.

“You don’t think after all these years I know your aliases?” She then started in on me, “Tom’s about ready to call out the National Guard. He has Steve and Andy and probably half a dozen others out looking for you. If he had any idea you had left with me, I think I’d be tied to an anthill by now. You have to come home.”

A small shiver shook me and I nodded. Sue is rarely seriously, but her next words and her tone made me realize she was truly worried. 

“Cassie, what is it? I know you’re scared to go home. What are you afraid Tom's going to do to you? You’re not scared because he’s going to be mad and yell. But you are scared. Cassie does he hit you? I never thought he was like…”

I recoiled as she said the name of my first husband.

“No!” I said with passion. “Don’t you ever say that. Don’t say that name to me again ever. Tom, like that… that…?” I couldn’t finish my sentence. “You’re insane!” I snapped.

“Well then, what is it?” she snapped back at me. “Tell me what has you so scared that you ran away. Tell me!”

“He paddles me,” I blurted out. “There, are you satisfied?”

“He does what?”

My face was burning with embarrassment, but I'd said it and I was stuck. I couldn’t allow her to think that Tom treated me poorly. He certainly didn’t. But how could you explain this to someone who knew nothing about the dynamics of a spanking relationship? I couldn’t even bring myself to use the word ‘spanking’. I was too embarrassed and somehow the word ‘paddling’ sounded gentler.

Sue was still staring at me in total disbelief. Finally, she said, “You mean on the butt? Like, he spanks your butt? Oh, this is hysterical.” The absurdity of what I had told her, along with her relief that I wasn’t again in an abusive situation, was too much for her. Spanking within a marriage wasn’t so unheard of in those days, though it was usually taken as a joke. Sue could no longer contain her laughter and she simply cut loose.

I don’t know which emotion I was feeling the most – mortification or anger but they seemed to be running pretty much neck and neck.

“Shut–up!” I yelled, “It’s not funny!”

“The hell it isn’t,” she choked out.

I turned my back on her until she was able to compose herself. She finally came over to me and put her arm around me. “I’m sorry. Honest I am. I didn’t mean to laugh, but I thought the bastard was really beating you or something. I was ready to kill him. Driving up here I was thinking of places to hide the body and now you tell me he pops you on the butt when he’s mad… hey, that sounds reasonable to me.”

“Well, it hurts some,” I snapped. “And it’s embarrassing.”

Perhaps I hadn’t given her the total truth, but it was the closest I could do at the time. During that first year, she had seen me sitting sensitively a time or two and wondered, but I don’t think she had any real idea of what I was talking about until she actually saw it on the cruise. And we never really talked about it in detail for another thirty years.

“You’ll live,” she told me without much sympathy. “Come on, let’s go home.”

We both turned as we heard a key in the door. It was Tom and his presence seemed to fill the room.

Sue grabbed her purse and headed for the door. “Don’t give me one of your looks,” she told Tom as she passed. “I’m going. Call me later, Cassie.” And out she went, leaving me with Tom.

How can you be so happy and so scared to see someone at the same time? First came the hug. I was so happy to be enveloped in his arms I almost forgot what was coming next. He held me for the longest time. It felt like heaven, but sadly, it didn’t last forever.

In one swift movement I went from being hugged to being face down over his lap. He didn’t say a word. He just bared my bottom and began with his hand as hard as he could. It was excruciating. It was exactly what I had feared all that restless night. I thought I could feel all his fear and frustration coming right through his hand. I didn’t think he was going to stop. I tried not to cry out, but it was impossible. Finally, I was pleading with him to stop and promising perfect behavior for the rest of my life.

I was a sobbing mess when it finally came to an end. I needed him to rub so badly. I couldn’t stand it. As he stood me on my feet, I reached back to do some rubbing myself. “No, leave it,” Tom commanded, handing me his handkerchief.  I managed to keep my hands from rubbing, as I redressed, but I was shifting my weight trying to get some relief.

Tom handed me my purse. There wasn’t really anything else in the room, so he ushered me to the car. I was hurting so at the moment, I dreaded sitting. Tom opened the door for me as I eased in gingerly. He reached for the seat belt, which I didn’t usually use at that time, and tightened it firmly enough to make me gasp.

Tom got into the car and turned to look at me. He had conflicting emotions in his face. I wasn’t sure what he was going to say. He finally took a deep breath and said, “Cassie, you have no idea how much I love you.” I leaned my head back against the seat and took a relaxing breath until I heard Tom finish with, “But when I get you home, I’m going to wear you out.”

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You can find part five, the conclusion here.