Friday, May 15, 2015

Fantasy Friday - Anorexia

Beautiful Friday! I'm really happy that school will be over in thirty-two day, and that's counting weekends. I know I sounded bad in my last post, but I'm not really. And the really good news is that we have another new story this week. 

This story is from Bloom and you can read more about her and read here first story here. Real life has kept her pretty busy lately, but hopefully she'll have more time to write in the near future.  Please enjoy her newest story...




Anorexia 


I heard the front door open and I ran to kitchen. Washing an already washed plate to pretend that I ate the dinner already. 

"Amy!" My boyfriend called out, "I'm home!" He announced, maybe looking around for me. 

"I'm in here!" I called out to him. 
A while later he entered the kitchen. I dried my hands and raised my head as he leaned down to kiss me. 

"What is in that?" I asked ending our kiss and pointing towards the two boxes he had kept on counter. 

"Chinese take-out, your favourite." He smiled but it didn't quiet reach his eyes.

"Um, but I already had my dinner." I lied smoothly. Its not like I don't feel bad about not being honest to Aaron but my clothes are getting tight now. My stomach seems a little round and I just feel. . ugly.

"It’s not even seven." He said, staring in my eyes as if he knew something was up.
Maybe I was being paranoid. “So? I have been eating dinner early from about a week. What’s the big deal?" I ask. Hoping that my theory about being paranoid is correct.

"Are you sure about that?" He asked taking a step closer, his large figure intimidating my comparatively small one.

"Uh. Yeah. Why?" I answered after pondering for a few second whether I should confess or stick to my paranoid theory. 

He sighed and shook his head "What am I going to do with you Amy." 

I gulped. That was not a good sign.
"W-what do you mean?"

"I mean, why are you not being honest? Wasn't that our most important relationship rule?"

I decided to play dumb "What are you talking about?."
He surely couldn't know much. 
That’s when he took out my appetite suppressant's from his pocket.

"Explain this." He said, his voice calm.
It’s always calm before the storm.

"I-eh," I tried but finding it impossible, I hung my head "I'm sorry." 

"You thought I was oblivious to you skipping meal's?" He asked rhetorically. "Amy, I knew something was up the day you started acting weird. I kept asking you if everything was fine, you always said yes. You lied numerous times. You once again gave in to anorexia, after everything, how could you still do this?" 

Two tears fell down my eyes, I was too ashamed to look at him, much less answer him.

"You promised me after rehab that if anything goes wrong, you'll come to me. Didn't you?" He asked, this time he grasped my chin, lifting it up.

"Yes." I choked out.

"Amy , you know that I love you so much. Wasn't that pain enough for me when I had to see you puking blood? When I knew you were weak, fragile and there was nothing I could do?"

"I'm so sorry Aaron." I sobbed.

"That time was hell for me Amy. I felt as if my world was falling apart when the doctor said that you were in need of rehab program, when you left for England, I was scared of losing you, I wasn't sure how distance would affect our relation." He continued and by that time my sobs were louder than ever.

"Listen here Amy." He said softly, holding my hand, "Look at me."
I raised my eyes "I want you to calm down. This is a very serious matter and I won't just punish you for the wrong thing you did but also make sure that there won't be a repeat of this, and for that, we'll talk first, I want you to tell me everything, as to why you started skipping meals and all. Got it?"

I nodded my head "When will we have the… talk?"

"Tomorrow morning." He said hugging me.
"But you go to work and. ."
"Its Sunday." He said.


*****


Next morning I dressed into the pink shirt about which Aaron always commented that it looked cute on me, slipping panties on I decided not to wear pants. They'll be coming off later anyways.
I stepped inside kitchen where Aaron was setting plates on table. As he looked up, he smiled "Good morning."

"Good morning to you too. That looks tasty." I pointed to the pancakes and French toast he had made.

"Thank you." He said.
After the breakfast I saw Aaron looking at me. I knew he was observing if I ate enough. Then he smiled and I knew he was satisfied. I felt happy.

"Wait for me in the living room. I'll meet you there after doing the dishes." He said.
So much for being happy.
As promised, Aaron joined me on the couch where I was waiting for him.
"Let's get straight to point, shall we?" He began "Tell me since when are you skipping meal's and eating that appetite suppressant?"

"A week," I said.

"What made you do so? Don't tell me that you're clothes didn't fit you anymore or any of that shit. I know it’s more than that."

I sighed. There was no way getting out of it than being completely honest.
"A week back I went for shopping. I met David there; he was with his new girlfriend. He told me that I seemed to be going back to my old self, when kids use to bully me for being fat. He also said the reason he dumped me was 'cos I was not pretty enough. ."

Aaron placed a finger to my lips. "And you let your ex-boyfriend's words get to you?" He asked, disappointment lacing his voice.

"I- uh. ." I wasn't sure how to answer him. Rejection is definitely something big for a girl. And if David dumped me because I was ugly, what if Aaron did the same?

"Amy, he was the one who didn't see you for who you truly are. He doesn't know what you are capable of. He's just a jerk who uses women for pleasure. And besides, he is your past. I am your present. What he says shouldn't matter but what I do, should. And for me, you are perfect Amy."

"What if you left? I was always the girl who got bullied while you were on top of the popularity list. . "

"If my intentions weren't clear, why would I date you even after college ended? Why would I ask you to move in with me and above all, your parents trusted me with this. Don't you trust me too?" He asked.

"I do. I'm just ... scared."

"Don't be. I'll always be there for you."

"Thank you. I'm really sorry for all I did. I see your point now; I shouldn't have let David's word affect me. I'm ready to accept any punish you think I deserve."

"Now that's my girl." He said and kissed my forehead.
"Come here." He ordered. 

I gulped. I was acting strong but the spankings he gave were rare but severe.
I got up and positioned myself over his knee. It always made me feel like a naughty girl.
He pulled my shirt up, exposing my panties. He rubbed my bum and then raised his hand and brought it down, hard.
I whimpered. The first spank always was the one most surprising one. Then he kept on with his pace, alternating both cheeks and sending my bottom jiggling at his knee.
I was sure that my face was red and I was doing all I could not to cry out.

"Ow," I complained when he moved my panties up to hit me on my sit spots.
I began squirming. "Aaron please." I finally pleaded, hoping he'd strike my poor bum with less force.
He finally stopped. That was easy.
I made to get up but his hand pushed me back down.
"You really thought this was the end?" He asked rhetorically and peeled my panties off.
I clenched my cheeks feeling my face glow even more. 
Again he started punishing my bare cheeks. Soon I was kicking my feet and trying to move out of the smacks that kept raining down.
By the time he finished, my eyes were filled with tears and my hands were badly itching to rub the sting out of my surely red ass.
"I'm sorry," I said as he helped my get to my feet.

"I know you are and I need to make this lesson a one that you'll remember. In the corner. No rubbing and keep that shirt up."
I sniffled and went to put my nose in the corner. I hate feeling so exposed and childish. 
After some fifteen long minutes he told me to turn around.
I raised my eyes from the ground with fear evident in them. And I was right to be scared. He had the leather belt in his hand. That thing would surely mark me for a week. 
I just hope I'm able to sit again.

"Aaron please not the belt," I begged giving him my best puppy eyes.
His eyes softened but I knew he'd regain his posture and no matter what , spank me with that dreadful thing.

"You can't say you don't deserve it, can you?"

"No sir." I muttered, staring at my feet.

"Bend over the arm of sofa," He ordered. I took baby steps to sofa, eyeing the belt as if it was a snake.
When I was in the position, Aaron said "Now tell me why are you here with a bare bottom waiting to be punished?"

"I- I lied to you and I skipped meal's thinking it would make me pretty."

"And you allowed David's words get to your head, not to mention that you didn't bother telling me all that. I could've helped you."

"I'm sorry." I said, crying already.

He sighed, "Alright then."
The belt cracked on my bottom, making me cry out. 
"Push your bottom outwards." Aaron ordered.
As if it wasn't humiliating enough. I didn't argue though, he was the one with the belt in his hand. I couldn't possibly make it worse for me. Girls are always angelic when getting their bottom's punished.

"Owwww." I cried kicking my legs, my bottom dancing and trying to ease the pain.
"Ahh. Aaron! It hurts." I sobbed.

"It is supposed to hurt. I gave you so many chances to confess and get your way out of this but you let them all slip."
SMACK SMACK

"Ouch owie. I'm sorry."

"Now here's what'll happen." He paused to smack my bottom "We'll eat all meal's together. I'll spend my lunch break at home. You will go for therapy once every week and I will give you a maintenance spanking every Sunday for a month." 
I started crying even more. 
"Any objection?"

"Please... don't spank me every Sunday." I pleaded.

"It'll just be a hand spanking." He said and I realized he was no longer using the belt.

"They also hurt." I whined.

"Shouldn't they?" He teased, "Amy, your parents trusted me with your well being and I'll do everything to make sure I don't let them down. You are my responsibility and I won't let you beat yourself up over those people's opinion who are not even a part of your life."

"Thank you Aaron for putting up with me. I love you." I said getting up. He didn't instruct me to but I hope he won't be mad at me.

"I love you too sweetheart. Did I tell you how cute you look in this shirt?"

"Numerous times," I said and he laughed.

"Don't ever forget that you're beautiful." He said, his tone serious.

"Yes, sir." I smiled. "Can I rub."
He shook his head.
"Please?" I pouted.

"Come here." He pulled me towards him from my waist and kissed my bottom lip, rubbing my punished bottom.

"All forgiven?" I asked.

"All forgiven." He confirmed.

~o~

Bloom I thank you again for helping out with Fantasy Friday. I hope you have time for more and more writing in the future. If anyone else is out there writing I hope you'll share with us. Please send stories to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Labels:

Written by PK at 4:00 PM

6 comments

6 Comments:

At 1:57 AM, Blogger Cat said...

Thank you for the new story Bloom. Hope you are able to share more with us soon.

Congrats on the countdown PK...soon you'll be getting up and going to your writing room every morning. And then we will benefit with more Cassie and Sue adventures. ;)

Hugs and blessings...Cat

 
At 6:02 AM, Blogger Roz said...

Glad school is nearly over PK. Yay to more writing time :)

Wonderful story Bloom. Enjoyed reading this and hope you are able to write some more soon.

Hugs
Roz

 
At 6:54 AM, Blogger an English Rose said...

Thanks for another cute story Bloom :)
PK, hope those 32 days go quickly !
love Jan,xx

 
At 8:14 AM, Blogger ronnie said...

Hello Bloom, thanks so much for this story really enjoyed it. I hope you find the time to write another story for us.

PK, Thanks. Those days will fly by,.

Love,
Ronnie
xx

 
At 9:04 AM, Blogger Leigh Smith said...

Hey Bloom, glad you shared your story with us. Hopeyou write again soon.

PK, the countdown begins.

 
At 6:23 PM, Blogger Jon MontanaVega said...

Thanks for taking on a real problem in a sweet story. Jon

 

Post a Comment

<< Home


Photobucket
This Site Best Viewed in Firefox