Her eyes squinted at me, and her face frowned in disdain, but she made no snotty comments. She held her tongue like the good little girl I knew she could be.
Of course, thorough spankings go a long way in correcting bad behavior. She crawled to the edge of the bed, making sure not to sit on her ass, and lowered her feet to the floor. She still had on her bikini top, but no bottoms.
I watched in amusement as she walked past me into the bathroom, looking like a train wreck. I was still feeling a little remorseful about what had happened. These emotions don’t sit well with me. Once she jumped into the shower, I laid her clothes out on the bed, making a quick exit, not wanting tofeelanything.
Chapter 25
Kitlyn
I was surprised that he allowed me to shower alone. He usually made me take a bath so he could wash me, but he knew I wouldn’t want to sit on my sore ass.
I silently thanked him for the bit of freedom. He was such a gentleman by far! My butt was killing me, but I knew that would be the outcome once he was done with my punishment.
It wasn’t even the spanking that got to me; I was getting used to his fucked-up ways. It was the fact that he did it while someone else was present. I don’t think I can ever forgive him for that. It was so goddamn humiliating; I could have died right then and there.
Even a dagger to the heart would have been more welcome than the embarrassment I felt. I would love for him to allow me to inflict the same shit he does to me… on him, just once.
I was happy when he left my room.
I hardly give him the silent treatment for long, but this time, he won't get a peep out of me. I’m not aiming to piss him off again, but I know it will drive him crazy. I already proved that point when he was applying the ointment to my butt.
When I didn’t reply, he ordered me to acknowledge him. I know that shit drives him out of his mind. Not that he already isn’t out of his damn mind.
Crazy fuck!
I wish I never even mentioned the wordleaveto him, me and my goddamn temper. I did my best not to provoke him, but he had a way of bringing out the worst in me. Now, he will only pull the leash tighter.
I won’t be able to breathe without him being up my ass. What an idiot I am. I shouldspank myselffor being so damn stupid! Although he left my door open, I knew he locked the house again.
I silently hoped he would forget to do it, but he certainly did not. He was too bright to screw up like that. It's like living on Alcatraz. I sighed to myself. Oh well, maybe he will slip up at some point.
I put on the shorts and tee shirt he laid out, pulled my hair into an unruly tight knot, and threw on a pair of flip-flops. I laughed. Why bother getting dressed at this point? I’m not going anywhere. I sat gently on the edge of the mattress, flinching. My ass felt bruised.
The warm water in the shower stung when it first splashed across my bottom, but then it felt exquisite. I prayed he wouldn’t give my cat away because of my outburst.
He warned me about spanking my ass raw if I disobeyed him after he allowed me to keepTuna. He wasn’t kidding.
I shifted on the mattress, trying to get comfortable. I don’t think I'll be able to sit on any hard surfaces for a few days. This was what I was afraid of. Him inflicting pain without pleasure. I am not a fan, for sure.
It boggles my mind that this is my life. I needed a miracle to get out of here, and I was sure nothing miraculous would line up for me in the near future.
I'll behave for at least a week now because of my punishment, but once some time has gone by, and he does or says something stupid that pisses me off, my temper will blow up again, and my ass will pay the price for it. I didn’t mind his good side, but his dark side was something to reckon with.
His moods were mercurial. One minute, he is massaging me into a slumber, and the next minute, he has me over his knee in a fit of rage. I wish I were more compliant; I really do. If I were he would treat me well, but that isn’t who I am.
No matter how often he disciplines me, I don’t think I will ever change. Of course, he could use more painful tactics to get me to comply.
I pray he never does. In the meantime, I need to break free from him. I have to figure out how.
When he entered the room, I quickly pushed the thoughts from my mind like he actually had telepathic powers, and knew what I was thinking. I turned to look at him but didn’t speak. Silence was going to be my power. It’s all I had.
He smiled, plopping down next to me on the bed. He smelled of masculine soap and light cologne. It always amazed me how his scent turned me on, no matter what vile thing he did to my body.
I concluded I was more upset with him for humiliating me in front of Yara than with the spanking he gave me. I knew he was a fucked-up individual, and maybe it was a possibility I was seeing how far I could push him without being murdered. Perhaps I am the screwed-up one here.
Let’s face it: most women in my situation wouldn’t poke the bear. I have too much pride. He reached out and stroked my cheek lightly. It almost felt like a feather was brushing against my skin. I shuddered….my arms peppered with goosebumps. He is very gentle and caring right now, which is the good side of his two personalities.
He cleared his throat before speaking.
