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.

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.

The Runaway, part two

As promised, part two... You can find part one, here.

I remembered Tom kissing me good-by the next morning, but with no particular reason to get up I had rolled over and snuggled down to sleep as late as I wanted. I had just dragged myself out of bed and had my coffee in hand when the phone rang.

“Get dressed. I won two free buffet luncheons at the casino last night. I’ll pick you up at noon. We’ll eat and spend the afternoon at the craps tables.”

I loved the luncheons at the casino and at that time gambling was one of my favorite pastimes. Tom’s rules drove me crazy. But like a good girl I told Sue, “I can’t go. I’m exhausted, really. Tom wanted me to stay home today. Can’t we go tomorrow?”

“Exhausted, my ass. No, we can’t go tomorrow, the tickets are for today. Now get ready.”

“Okay, sure. I’ll go but we have to be home before five. Tom really didn’t want me going out today and he’s going to be ticked if he finds out.”

“Fine, anything you want, but I have to tell you, you’re starting to pay way too much attention to what Tom says. You need to get over that.”

Easy for her to say. Back then, even more so than today, Tom spanked hard. Now there was no way on earth I was letting Sue know that. Although I liked to go out and have my fun, spankings were something I really wanted to avoid.

 I went, of course, and we had a wonderful time. I was even having a pretty good streak and won over seven hundred dollars that afternoon. We pulled into the driveway just before five. That was the earliest Tom got home. It was usually closer to six, but I still peeked into the garage with my heart pounding. Tom’s car wasn’t there and I breathed a huge sigh of relief.

Sue came in and joined me for glass of wine. She quickly picked up a topic I really wanted to leave alone. “What’s with Tom anyway? Why would you be so worried if he knew you had gone out today? Are you some kind of prisoner or what?”

“It’s not that… well, I mean he worries when I get tired and crabby, so he told me to stay home. I usually don’t mind doing what he asks. Honest Sue, he’s the best man in the world, but… well, sometimes it’s hard doing everything he wants me to. I have to be creative. He wanted me to stay home. I wanted to go. I’ll tell him I stayed home – he’s happy. I got to go anyway – I’m happy. This way we both win.”

“That’s not really the way I see it,” Tom said, coming out of the bedroom.

I was as close to a coronary as I ever hope to be. I truly couldn’t speak. My heart lurched in my chest and I wasn’t able to make a sound.

“Where the hell did you come from?” Sue asked, seeing I was totally incapable of speech.

“I had the car serviced this afternoon and they drove me home. I came home a little early to get to spend some time with Cassie. But she wasn’t here.” Tom hadn’t taken his eyes off me.

“Yeah, well, that’s my fault. I really needed her today. I had to talk her into it. Sorry. I didn’t know you were coming home so early.” Sue seemed to sense I needed saving, although at the time she didn’t know from what.

“Cassie’s old enough to make her own choices,” Tom answered, still looking at me. “I don’t think she made a very good choice today.”

“Oh what’s the big friggin’ deal? We went to lunch – get over it,” Sue told him.

“The big deal is,” Tom said, still not looking away, “I asked her to stay home and she said she would. Cassie, I’d like to speak with you alone. Would you wait in the bedroom while I show Sue out?”

I still hadn’t regained the power of speech. Clutching my bag, I left the room without glancing at Sue. She was angry. “You’re sending her to her room? What is your problem?” Sue continued telling Tom what she thought of him for a few minutes before he was able to get her moving.

Tom escorted her to the door even as she was speaking. Totally ignoring her rant, he said, “I’m sure Cassie will call you tomorrow. Give my best to Steve.”

Sue didn’t like the, ‘Here’s your hat, what’s your hurry’, routine, but finding herself outside, she stormed to her car and yanked open the door before turning back to Tom. 

“Let me tell you one thing, you big jerk. Cassie’s been married to one asshole. I won’t see her in that situation again. If I ever find out you’ve lay one finger on her I’ll… I’ll…”

“Will you get your ass in this car and drive?” I hissed from my hiding place in the back seat. I’d startled Sue nearly as badly as Tom had startled me earlier. But she recovered quickly.

She looked back at Tom and spat out, “You’re an ass. You better have Cassie call me.”

Sue waited until she turned the corner and was out of sight of the house before she spoke. “You scared the crap outta me! What are you doing?”

“Momentarily avoiding confrontation,” I answered.

“So where we going?” Sue wanted to know. “My house?”

“No, too close.” I closed down my mind. I didn’t want to imagine Tom coming into the bedroom and finding I had made a break for it. The open window wouldn’t leave much doubt. “Drive me to Westly,” I told Sue. “I think I need a hotel for a few nights.”

~~

You can find part three here.

Meme from Shell

You know I love these! I hope no one minds me playing along. This came from Shell and Matt.

Have You Ever....

Had one of your kids unknowingly pick up or use one of your implements? 

We’ve no children here to create that problem. But occasionally when Lily is fussing at me about something while she’s cooking, she’ll wave a wooden spoon in my direction. She has no idea how effective that is in making me see her point, or she’d do it more often. 

Hid an implement?

I suppose, perhaps. Accidentally, of course, while cleaning.

Had an uninvited audience for a spanking?

Heaven’s, yes! An entire cruise ship! But while that horrid experience is well in the past, it’s often front and center in my mind. Tom has threatened once or twice and while I don’t really believe him, I can’t be sure enough to test it.

Had an implement break while being in use?

No, sadly. All our implements seem remarkably sturdy.

Stood up or walked out from a spanking?

No again. But definitely not from lack of trying!

Purchased an implement yourself....for yourself?

Yes, foolishly I did, the leather paddle. And while it is better than the ivory brush, it’s certainly no toy.

Have you ever had a session where all the implements were used?

I don’t think so. Even in play Tom usually concentrates on only one or two implements at the time.

Had to explain "weird noises" coming from your bedroom?

No. Occasionally Tom will intentionally leave the bedroom door open when we have guest. It he’s determine to make a particular point. But unfortunately, those noises aren’t ‘weird’ to our family.

Been spanked outside of the comfort of your four walls?

I think I’ve been spanked everywhere!

Spanked your significant other?

No, and it’s not likely to ever happen. Though there are times…

Been spanked in a hotel room/resort?

Oh, yes! And happily, most of the time for my pleasure.

Been spanked with your own belt?

Nope, when Tom decides to use the belt, I don’t think he feels mine will do the job.

~~

I have a story going. Part two will be up tomorrow, you can find part one here.

The Runaway - part one

If I tried to tell you everything going on at the river these days you probably wouldn't believe it. But I've missed posting and I thought you might enjoy this.

The Runaway

I do have a wonderful life and I give Tom all the credit for making our lives so good. There are times, though, when I let my mind wander back to our early marriage. I had more bad habits than you could shake a stick at, but I suppose the worst was running away.

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. I attended luncheons, club meetings, afternoon teas, dinner and dancing and sometimes all-night parties. I just had to be doing something. Stopping and having time to think about my life was something I didn’t like and tried to avoid. I was better after we married, but old habits die hard. When Tom was working, 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 he would take off work and spend the day at home with me. Those times were wonderful. He would pamper me and I loved the resting and relaxation.

There came one evening when I arrived home after Tom, something he didn’t like to begin with. I was exhausted. 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 you’re tired. All this running around is going to stop. I don’t want you leaving this house tomorrow.  You’re going to stay home and rest. 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. “Not you or anyone else is going to tell me when I may come and go. Stay the hell out of my business.”

I know, I know, feel free to groan at this point. It’s just possible I may have had a bit too much to drink that afternoon. 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 retained the heat from the spanking to the point of cruelty. Yet taking the horribly tight thing off was a punishment in itself. Young women today have no idea how awful it was to have to wear those things. I finally freed myself from its evil clutches and angrily threw it in the bedroom trashcan. 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 seen 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 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’re not to leave 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 please. Couldn’t you stay home with me tomorrow?”

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

“Fine!” I snapped. “But I don’t like it. You’re not being 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 wishes. At least that was the plan until Sue called.

You can find part two here.