Never Go Out Alone
Awaking suddenly, Rex realized that Amy wasn't in the room. Panicking he ran out of the hotel room and impatiently and repeatedly pressed the down button for the elevator. Deciding it wasn't coming fast enough he opted for the stairs, and ran down two at a time. "Where the hell was she? Didn't she know how dangerous it would be to be alone in this country?" he thought. As he ran out of the revolving doors, with great relief he saw Antonio.
"Antonio" he called. "Have you seen Amy?"
"Yes, she left about an hour ago. Por que?" he replied in broken English.
"Was she alone? Where did she go??"
"Si, senor, she was alone. I told her she should not walk the streets of Lima alone. She said she not want to wake you."
"And you let her go?" he said as calmly as he could.
"No, senor, I had Roberto take her where she wanted to go. She wasn't happy but she agreed. He came back a few minutes ago. Said he took her to the Museo de Oro and she told him to go back that she would call you when she was ready to leave. But I don't think that she will. She was not happy with us taking her." Antonio said shrugging his shoulders with a look of exasperation.
"Antonio is it safe for me to go alone there. I remember the way and it is light out."
"Si, Senor, it should be fine. If you get lost call me here and I will come for you"
"Thank you" he said as he rushed off.
Within a few minutes he arrived and the Museum. Looking around he didn't see her. He asked and no one thought she was still there as it was closing time. So he headed back. Grumbling to himself, he swore she would regret ever leaving that hotel room. As he headed back he noticed a jewelry store and looking in on a whim, he saw a figure that looked very familiar. He took a deep breath to calm down, she was fine, he needed to get under control as he felt his terror being replaced with anger. He calmly walked up to her, scooped her arm into his and said, "Its time to go".
Amy jumped as her arm was taken and quickly relaxed as soon as she realized it was Rex. Then she asked "What are you doing up? I thought you were napping? Don't tell me you came looking for me" she added rolling her eyes.
Rex tightened his grip working to maintain control. "Why yes dear, I did come to find you. I woke up and you weren't there and I was afraid something had happened to you. We'll discuss this more when we get back. Now, let's go." He said with a strong, calm and determined pull.
Suddenly, Amy fell silent, realizing she was in trouble. "Sorry, Rex, I didn't mean to worry you. I left a note…."
Rex didn't reply. Somehow Amy thought that was probably a bad sign and followed him meekly.
Upon entering the hotel room, Rex gave a few curt orders. "Amy, go shower quickly, and dry off then get into that corner. I'll call you when I'm ready, and you better be there in 5 minutes."
"But Rex… can't we talk about …"
Cutting her off, he said, "oh we'll talk alright, and you'll answer….big time…."
"Yes sir" she said meekly and headed quickly to the shower.
Quick as she could she got out and toweled off and headed for the corner. She didn't dare look but could hear Rex doing calisthenics. She knew he was calming himself down, before they talked, but knowing that he was mad enough to need calming down, wasn't exactly comforting.
Soon, she heard different noises, shades being pulled, and shuffling through things in the bathroom. She shivered slightly, and shifted uncomfortably, she knew he was fetching implements and that the time was drawing near. She tried to prepare herself to be humble and meek, yet she knew she was still angry from being dragged out of the store like some animal.
"Just accept things, be meek, you love a DD relationship, you need this…" She said silently to herself, trying to convince herself to submit to the pain.
"Amy!" Rex barked breaking the silence enveloping the room. "Come here and sit down."
"Yes Sir" Amy thought so far so good.
Sitting on a desk chair she noted it was up too high for her to rest her feet. They just dangled. Rex stood up with his back to her.
"Amy, where are we?" he started.
"Lima, Peru, sir."
"And what were we told by Dr. E before we came here."
She rolled her eyes, "To never go out alone but I was going to ca…" Rex cut her off.
"Stop, apparently your mind isn't right for this discussion yet. Get up, lean over that chair, hands grabbing the legs of the chair please."
"But..." with a fast motion he swept her up and plopped her in place. Giving her no time to catch her breath he laid a fire of volleys on her upturned butt. Quickly she went from a lily white to a dark pink. She wanted so badly to put her hands back and stop the barrage, but she knew that was a huge mistake, so she gripped the legs hard.
"You will listen and answer the questions, I don't want excuses or additional information about why you thought this was safe. I just want answers Do You Understand???" He queried between swats.
Wanting to do anything to stop the pain, Amy quietly said "Yes Sir."
Rex left his hand in the small of her back. "Listen up, we can talk face to face, or butt to face, I don't care which. I think you do though. You have one more chance to sit and talk with me. If there is a next time, you will be in this position a long time. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes, sir" With that she felt his hand release her, and his arm help her up. She loved the feel of him so gently helping her. She knew when this was over, she would have that back, she knew her head was in the right place, and she would make it through this, and maybe, just maybe even deserved this.
Kissing her head gently as she shifted in her chair, he took a deep breath and said "let's try this again. Where are we?" he started.
"Lima, Peru, sir."
"And what were we told by Dr. E before we came here."
"To never go out alone"
"And why not?"
"Because it is a very poor country, Sir" She said.
With that Rex pulled out an email that their professor had sent. "Let me read this to you to refresh your memory…Peru is often said to be one of the most dangerous countries in South America. Most travelers leave without ever feeling they’ve been in a sticky situation. Peru’s widespread poverty means that street crimes (e.g. pick pocketing, bag-snatching and muggings) are common….Sound familiar?"
"Look at me," he said gently and lifted her chin to face him. "If you were mugged, or hurt in any way, I don't know how I'd handle it. You mean everything to me. I can't handle the thought of loosing you. People have disappeared here. Generally as Doc said, we're safe. The government is stable now, and we're in the capital. But if something…" he stopped, not wanting his thoughts to go there.
"I'm sorry I didn't think. I wanted to be out shopping and not napping. I couldn't sleep. I…I'm sorry." She said realizing she really was sorry.
"Do you have any idea how panicked I felt when I awoke and you weren't there? I was terrified. I ran down the stairs because the elevator couldn't come fast enough." Not wanting to repeat the ordeal in his mind, he took a deep breath and started again. "If you got hurt do you speak enough Spanish to make sure you know how to describe things to the police and the doctors? And have all your questions answered in the hospital??"
"Now, Doc would help, but who knows how long you might have to wait for help there and I want to spend time together in Lima, not in a hospital. Do you understand?"
"Yes sir, I promise I won't go out without you. Honest."
"Now, you did take Roberto with you, when Antonio insisted, I'll give you some credit for that. However, I'm not amused they knew you weren't happy about it. They are wonderful and gracious hosts who are proud of their country and want us to have a wonderful experience. There are enough Americans that come through here and are rude and obnoxious to them, we are not one of them. In addition, I'm not happy that you told him to go home. You said you were going to call me?"
"Yes sir, I was going to have you meet me there so I wouldn't be alone."
"Yet, somehow, I didn't get a call and you weren't where Roberto left you, instead you were a few blocks away at the jewelry store. Did you teleport there? Or were you escorted?" he asked stiffly.
"Um, neither sir" she replied shifting.
"So, how exactly did you get from the Museo de Oro to the jewelry store?"
"Please, you know" she whispered.
"No, you need to tell me."
"I walked..." pausing she added "alone sir. I'm sorry"
"Were you really going to call? Or were you lying about that."
"I was going to call. I even asked at the jewelry store, but their phone wasn't working. Then you came in …."
"If you had gotten a hold of me, what would you have done then? What could you have said? You knew you were in trouble didn't you?"
"Well, I was going to say Roberto brought me and could you come get me or something. I really hadn't figured it out."
"It's neither here nor there. So here is the way I see it, you tell me if it is different. You didn't like me napping, you were bored, and ticked that you had to stay around. You knew it was unsafe, but wanted to go to the Museo de Oro. You planned on just sneaking there, but Antonio saw you, told you not to go alone, and insisted despite you arguing that Roberto escort you. Then you dumped Roberto as soon as possible, without a plan other than to call me at some point or sneak home. Is that about right?"
"Yes sir, I'm sorry, I promise it won't happen again. I'm really sorry"
"Yes, I know you are, and I'm going to make sure it doesn't even cross your mind again to leave without me knowing where exactly you are going. Or if it does, your body will cringe remembering this and you won't leave. Ok, come here. Lean over the bed with the pillows under your hips." Tears already starting, she quickly complied.
Wasting no time, he picked up the brush. Smack! Smack! Smack! She jumped in shock at how painful it was on her already tenderized butt. She swore she'd never … then he picked up speed and intensity and all she could think of was how much it hurt. After a few minutes, he stopped. She held her breath. "Please be over, please, please be over" she thought. Sobbing, she apologized over and over, swearing she wouldn't leave again. He pressed on the small of her back and rubbed her bottom gently inspecting his work. "We have a little more to go my dear. I want to make this absolutely clear. Maybe in Kentucky it is less of an offence to do this, but here it is potentially a real danger. I will not... I repeat... will NOT have you endanger your life. Ever! You have paid for your sneaking; doing what you knew was against the rules, scaring me, and every other part, except for endangering yourself. You rest here; I think you need a little break." With this he stepped away, and sat down in the recliner, mindlessly flipping pages in the magazine. Slowly her sobbing came under control she wondered what he had planned next. She wasn't sure she wanted to know.
Rex waited a full 15 minutes then got up. "Amy, endangering your life is one thing I will not put up with. For this, you are going to get 10 strokes with a cane."
"What??? But we don't have a cane?" she said shocked.
"I improvised. The rod from the shades should do just fine" he said smacking it against his hand then lightly on her upturned butt.
"I can't handle it. Please the brush is enough, I can't take any more" she pleaded panicking.
"Brace yourself, I won't be gentle, yet it won't be more than you can take. When it is over, all will be forgiven and we'll snuggle up together. Are you ready?"
Tightening her grip on the pillow by her head and resigning herself to the inevitable, she took a deep breath and said "Yes sir".
Wasting no time the cane whistled through the air making contact with her tender behind. She screamed a long cry into the pillow. He let her roll with the pain. He waited, letting it subside some and letting her catch her breath before landing the next stroke. Carefully and slowly he worked his way down from the top of her butt to the bottom of her thighs, never letting one stroke land on top of the other.
"This is the last Amy, you can make it." He reassured her.
"Please, not my thighs" she managed to choke out.
Complying he made the hardest stroke of the entire session land across her other stroke marks on her behind. Dropping the cane, he hugged her lying down on the bed, snuggling her in as closely as possible. "It's over honey, all is forgiven. I love you. You took that very bravely." He held her close and let her crying subside. Stroking her hair gently, whispering loving things into her ear. She snuggled into him, feeling safe, loved, and wanting nothing more in life than to be enveloped in his warm arms and body forever. He gently scooted her up on the bed, and snuggled closer. Soon, they both drifted off, spent from the afternoon's ordeal.