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Sleeping Beauty's Crying Shame
“Julie I’m home from golfing. I want you to come down here.” David’s voice had its usual calm obey-me tone. She stretched like a cat on her side before purring out “Good morning baby! What did you shoot today?” Reflexively her body snapped from its extended position like a rubber band back to its original position. She hadn’t yet bothered to lift her head from the pillow. Her muffled voice let David know she’d never gotten up. Suddenly she heard him flying up the stairs like some paranormal being - at break neck speed about to strike its prey. She scrambled to lift herself onto her elbow and cautiously looked to her nightstand.
“Fuck!” It was 1:30p.m. He materialized beside the bed starring into her wide green eyes almost before she could make the “ck” sound from her expletive. His controlled stare into her brain (she was sure it went that far past her eyes) overwhelmed her. The deep breath taken in from fear felt like a knife in her throat and chest. David noted her alarm– the eyes always dilate. Continuing not to show outward expression on his part made her think she was capable of losing bladder control. Terrified of him and her bladder she eked out her most subservient voice.
“Please can I get up to go to the bathroom?”
“You’ve had hours to do that. Why now?”
“I just woke up”
“You need to say it and be truthful.” Her head tipped like a puppy's would. “Really? You ‘just woke up’…. all by yourself? Now is that how it happened? Careful with your answer. And yes, go to the bathroom. Think of the right answer. I’ll be waiting.” She tried to grab for her silky mauve floor length robe to protect her from his eyes and protect her from her fear. He was quicker.
“You don’t need it.” He began to walk to the dresser to get his favorite thing to spank her with, a Williams and Sonoma maple spatula. As he walked he recalled all the thinking he’d done on the course that day. He was always waiting for Julie, literally and figuratively. He’d waited for years to get together. Not really her fault. But she was such a head case in high school. He didn’t dare date her then. And now that she was his fiancée, he waited for her to listen. Even occasionally would be nice. School was starting. Their wedding was weeks away. It was a crossroads. David refused to have this marriage fail before it began. There was too much at stake. Julie had been a part of his children’s and his life for years. Even before the divorce she was in their mutual group of friends. And he loved her but something had to give.
Most would agree that David did the true suffering. They each understood each other too well. David supported his three children, an ex wife, an emotionally demanding boss, 27 directly supervised employees and 91 indirect employees, 2 task forces and Julie. Julie supported David by making him feel whole. She kept him sane, well sort of. She was his pure oxygen. But the machine through which his oxygen was dispensed needed maintenance. David had no natural proclivity to corporal discipline; he was however, involved in maintaining his own lifeline. He was capable of self discipline. It came to him in utero. And he wouldn’t hesitate to bring it to her externally.
His golf philosophy saturated his brain that morning while his love slept. The concepts had run through his head like errant children in an unsupervised castle hallway. They were: Making contact with the ball in order to get the desired result; Control physics and nature simultaneously; Rid your mind of inconsequential thoughts; Give yourself over to the game; Face the game with confidence; Aim; and finally know that there is an end. One last stroke will put the ball into the hole. And with that last thought, David left the golf course knowing that Julie wasn’t going to need his verbal guidance, his persuasion. No ….Julie had consistently shown him her reckless nature. He believed he’d find her showered and preparing for their barbeque starting in the next 90 minutes. He wanted to spit nails when he came home and saw her blatant disregard for his authority and their ability to enjoy the day. Years of a high pressure job had taught him that nothing is achieved by losing it, despite justification. And so it was with great clarity that he began what would be the bane of Julie’s existence – weekly maintenance spankings.
Julie sat down to pee with such relief, she was seeing angels. Which wasn’t that funny because she regretted neglecting church for weeks now. Last night came flying at her like an explosion at a Chilhuly Exhibit. She had no where to run from herself, no excuses existed. After drinking like Charlie the Tuna yesterday, having attracted the attention of the whole fuckin’ Sheriff of Nottingham’s Department, she thought she could at least straighten up today. She had asked him, for crying out loud (way too literal now to consider that funny) to discipline spank her to help her with her lack of self control. She’d slept through every bit of hope available. She thought about turning around to throw up after she finished peeing. Fuckin’ A through Fuckin’ Z! Was there ever going to be a time when she could catch her breath. So much was going on right now. Her new career started in less than 48 hours. And there was a professional and spiritual component to her job. She wasn’t market Feckin’ Irish whiskey, she was teaching at prominent Catholic High School! She had her bachelorette party next weekend, dinner rehearsal and finally wedding. She needed a straight fuckin’ jacket! With any luck, David was going to kill her and put her out of her misery. That was it. He was her savior after all. Her angel o’ mercy. How sad is it when you need someone to spank you death, putting you out of your induced misery?
“Julie!” She nearly jumped off the toilet she was so deep in thought. She felt the sweat sting her armpits as she reached like lightening for the tissue paper.
“I’m coming, I’m sorry. I was just thinking…..” Her voice sounded sad and drifted off like smoke in the air, never to be seen again.
“Everybody’s coming in less than 90 minutes. We need to get a lot done way before that. Now here’s what’s going to happen. Get in here…. “Julie began to walk like a first timer at a Halloween Haunted House entrance.
“Closer….. Closer….. For God’s sake Julie give me your hand, you’re like a child!” He was thoroughly exasperated walking toward her to speed things up. She put her hand out then looked away as if someone was transferring a spider onto her palm. He gripped it very firmly; it almost hurt. Than he pulled her forward. Than with a yank she landed on the bed where she adeptly spun around into a regretted sitting position (still feeling her requested wrath). That would be better than offering up her sore ass for his immediate plans.
“Turn over Julie.” He stood over her like an impenetrable force. Perpetual flips in her stomach made her knees unstable. She was grateful not to have to stand. She was paralyzed with fear about exposing her tender behind for his obvious retribution. About twenty ‘oh fucks’ rattled through her brain as if to ward off his directives. Ever so slooowly she turned her naked self over on the bed. And she hated every tormenting second. Pissed off at being so vulnerable to him, she turned her head away from his eyes; he wouldn’t get the satisfaction of boring holes in her eyes. Fear and defiance were dangerous partners wrestling for position in her head.
“If that’s your sign of defiance, I suggest you give it a rest girl.” He grabbed at her robe he’d thrown back on the bed. Her feet were now nervously entwined in the material. It was the only comfort she’d feel for quite some time. He reached down to stop that comforting behavior and snaked out the the robe tie. Julie still refused to look in his direction and he shook his head is disbelief. He placed one end of the tie into the headboard and wrapped it behind then passed it back through the rungs. There was enough hanging through on each side near Julie’s shoulders.
“Look up and grab each end of your bathrobe tie, wrap it around your palms a couple of times. You aren’t allowed to let go, not until I tell you. And if you’re lucky, it will be before your sister and brother get here,” he added just to taunt her. Julie wanted so badly to mumble something unkind. But she knew it would be thee stupidest thing possible. She pushed up on her elbows and found her bathrobe tie. Such a beautiful color and so soft, she tried to distract herself from what was going to happen. Swallowing hard she slowly wrapped the material around her right and finally her left hand. She put her head back down continuing to face the opposite direction of David’s freaky gaze. It was that object permanence thing babies have when they play peek a boo. Out of sight, out of mind. She could be happy in illusion right now.
“I’ve got a lot to say and your not going to like any of it and going to deal with all of it little girl! The first reaction out of you that isn’t a heart felt “yes sir” will be additional punishment. Here’s your first chance, now don’t blow it” his voice heavy with warning knowing she’d in fact “blow it”. Number one, the bachelorette party you planned will become the canoe camping trip combined with us guys. I’m not letting you out of my sight! And believe me it’s going to be a pain in the ass to tolerate Alex, Haley and Jenn all weekend, with you at their helm!” He rolled his eyes and stared at hard. Julie automatically arched her head up like a cobra, her eyes narrowed, completely forgetting the last fifteen seconds that included a warning.
“What!!!” David lit into her with the horribly stingy Lil Deer Spatula that he had teased her with at the mall. She thought it was sexy and funny and cute that night. She stayed her on her elbows pulling on the material like some young sailor feeling the cat o’ nines his first time drunk. Usually he was careful about her reactions. Not today. He managed to give it a sting and thud feel. This took some effort as it was a light weight instrument. She began to make deep guttural noises as if she would roar. David made sure he backed her down. She was trying not to give him any satisfaction seeing her remorseful tears. She was spitting made herself now. And if it weren’t the fact that she knew she was wrong she far below the surface of reaction, she’d be out of control, even to herself.
“Funny I didn’t hear the one thing you’re allowed to say. Alright, moving on. Number two, you can drink a toast with champagne at our wedding reception but that's it. No other alcohol.” The air shrieked inside her in shock. He landed another half dozen commanding reminders and she howled like a jungle animal. Undeterred by her behavior he continued. “Number three, each day you will write a journal about your behavior and attitude. We will review it each Friday and each Friday you’ll get spanked just because.” The cobra reappeared.
“What if I’ve….” David just stared and Julie stopped and flinched waiting for the blows to commence. About to say ‘what if all I want to write is ‘Go Fuck Yourself’? She stopped knowing that could get her ass in serious trouble.
“Oh so you do have the ability to catch yourself. Impressive, but too late today, young lady.” His verbal delivery remained steadfast and timely with the physical. SMACK SMACK! SMACK! SLAP! Julie was totally unable to keep herself from crying, but she did so silently. The severity of his dictates were too overwhelming to allow her the necessity of control. Not that she had much to begin with! She wriggled side to side trying to avoid his spanking. She tried to move herself completely off the bed, but kept a death grip on the bathrobe tie.
“Get back over here NOW!!!” Tension waivered just a little as she obediently scooted herself back toward him. She felt broken unto him. Hurting still from last night she very slowly put her head into the pillow and the tears fell puddling almost immediately at the base of her nose threatening to drown her. Which was ironic because she wanted to disappear anyway. Her fists automatically balled while gripping the tie with vengeance. She wanted to break the wooden headboard. Her shoulder’s, less defined this summer from more school work than landscaping, showed her tanned muscles moving. It was the obvious sign to him that she was silently crying. She moved her head to a dry spot on the pillow. Opening her mouth, the only place from which to breathe, her lips were covered in saliva. And she felt small and out of control.
“Now you’re getting spanked with the bath brush. Go get it” She heard the words from a distant part of her brain and pictured dark granite with green in it. Dying to leave the bed but never return, she walked away very slowly rubbing her inflamed butt which texture wise was all bumpy and terribly sore. And there was more to come. Knees totally buckling she held onto the side of the tile shower where it hung as a daily reminder that she was one of the lucky girls who got spanked by her man. Not lucky, not today. She took what she hoped was a deep breath reaching for the dreaded fucking brush and uncontrollably she triple sighed from crying so hard. It was some twenty steps round trip. The time she chose to take returning was ridiculously exaggerated and obviously defiant. And in total contradiction she was holding the brush in her hand vowing to live up to standards she never possessed. If he thought she could survive the bath brush, maybe she could. You see, he never misjudged her, was never unfair. Handing it to him was soooo hard she almost played tug a war with it. Taking her chin in his other hand, he forced her eyes to look at him. Those beautiful pools of almost aqua green began to water and spill over her cheeks giving them a sleek look contrasting to her unruly hair. He’d seen those sad eyes twice before, last night and at the beach. He was getting immune. Any spanking now would have to go way beyond the moment in its impact. There was too much at stake. Any lack of control she showed would be transferred to him.
“Good girl now bend over the bed, I want to get this over with so we can enjoy the results.”
“You will explain to me why your getting this punishment and just to hint, my dear, I expect it to be peppered with lots of ‘yes sirs.’”
“I…. “ WHOMP! “Ouch!!! OK OK Yes Sir, I am …. am …. Being…. Spanked,” uttering a pathetically breathy sigh she went on “ because you told me last night not to sleep in or be caught sleeping on my stomach…….…….Sir” Barely audible and dragging out her words like her recent steps, he tossed the brush up through his right hand to regrip it before applying it with vigor once again.
Smack! Smack! Smack! He almost yelled. “Why” Whomp “Must” Whack “You be” Whack “So Whack “Stubborn” Whomp “and Forgetful” SMACK!!! She jumped all over the bed and grabbed at the duvet like it could crumble under her grip.
“I don’t know!” she howled honestly. And she threw her hands back to protect herself, taking the covers with her. Watching her from above he patiently waited. She was on the edge and pushing her to excess was unwise. There needed to be the balance on the edge of where she thought she couldn’t walk, but in fact could, respecting his ultimate authority. Just a few seconds more to wait for the beginning of the end. Slowly, very slowly she sniffed and she coughed a little cough and she began to move her hands off her ass and next to her shoulders. Her head toward the door, she wanted go ignore her feeling of being turned inside out. Bringing her hand into her mouth while clutching the blanket, she put her middle knuckle beside her lips and shook her head. She was ready. He was relieved that his Julie was capable of offering herself in light of his blatant control.
“I’m sorry Sir” she hoped he would accept and understand this breach of etiquette.
The ten were given with the intent she would cooperate on the brink of refusal. She felt each one alternated on each cheek. It was terrible and she began to beg him to stop in low pleading tones barely audible over the sound of the heavy CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! Upon her cherry red skin. She’d never be able to sit on the hard lawn furniture. Spanking her felt just right this time. Julie would come around because of his consistency. She chose to submit herself this afternoon regarding the spanking. Amazing, absolutely amazing! He traded the brush for the lotion and it felt like ice cream spread upon her cheeks. He was pleased with the emanating heat. Hopefully the memory of this would bring her around to acting the adult he knew was imprisoned inside. It was the adult he wanted to marry in two weeks. Just two more spankings until them. He’d be sure they would count!
David joined her on the bed. He pulled her up off the bed and on top of him. She was like a Raggedy Julie Doll. She clung to his chest. Her hand still near her mouth. Her other hand on his chest. She leaned on him like a wall of strength. He was her forever and she desperately hoped two things: 1) She could move normally when her sister and brother arrived with their significant others and 2) She could remember how her ass felt now. Because David was sure to have her make calls to her bridesmaids in front of him. It would be important that she presented the changes like it was good thing.
After this spanking, she felt like a missile traveling through a lighted tunnel. She looked up beyond the ceiling thinking of being fireworks that spread through the sky. That was her true nature. He would never change her but he might be able to keep her from being on the Cops show over the next two weeks!!
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