One More Account – Conclusion
By Christina
The walk from the living room to our bedroom was the longest journey I have ever taken. I’m sure that’s how the people on death row feel as they are taking that last walk down the corridor before meeting their fate.
I walked into our bedroom and headed straight for the closet. Shaking as I opened the closet door I reached up, got the wooden paddle off of the shelf and carried it to the bed where I laid it. It hurt just to look at it, and I shivered at the memory of the feeling it has on my bottom.
I took my shirt off, folded it and laid it on the chair nearby. Started to unfasten my jeans and stopped to think of what would happen if I chose to keep them on. Last time that happened, Keith decided to give me two spankings: the one I had previously earned and then one for not obeying him that night. With that thought going through my mind, I hastily pulled my jeans and panties off and also placed them in the chair with my shirt. I sat on the edge of the bed and waited for what seemed like forever.
I jumped as I heard the door open. He slowly shut it behind him and walked over the bed where I was still at. I was too frozen to move. As he towered over me I could feel his disappointment in me. He reached for my hand pulling me up as he nonchalantly switched places with me and before I had a chance to react I found myself pulled down over his knee.
“I don’t see the big deal, Keith. It’s only a couple hundred dollars. I can get a job and pay it off later.” I began to plead my case again. Really I didn’t see the issue. Yes we have always had money problems but seriously I can handle it. And we are better off now. So what’s the big deal?
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! My thoughts were quickly interrupted as his hand began to spank my bottom. Obviously he didn’t agree with my point of view. He continued to spank; I continued to be my usual bratty self. I was not going to cry. I was not wrong here. At least I didn’t think so.
“Caroline, you can not go off and do your own thing. We are a couple. We are in this together. And when rules are set you will learn to follow them. Or I will assist you in learning this lesson”.
He spoke so calmly to me. Yet I could still hear the frustration and disappointment in his voice. I shivered just knowing that his stopping to say those words meant the he was also using this time to switch to the paddle. I braced myself for it. And I waited.
And then it happened. The one thing that was worse than having him paddle me. He slid me off his lap as he stood and exited the room, leaving me right where I was. He’d never done this before. Was he really that mad? Would he come back? Am I to move? Does he not love me enough to punish me? Too many thoughts running through my head. I couldn’t even see straight. The room had gone hazy, and I was shaking so fast.
I don’t know when, but sometime later I realized that I was still sitting on the floor. Only now Keith’s arms were wrapped around me as he held me tight. The blurriness of the room was caused by my own tears as I was crying uncontrollably like never before. I knew he loved me. Even through his disappointment I felt that love. But the tears just couldn’t stop. Even without a good paddling, I felt his forgiveness as he continued to hold me, rubbing his hands on my back and lightly kissing me. His not spanking me was a worse punishment than I ever would have imagined. Yet I still felt freed somehow…
The End
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