Way back when… a Cassie and Tom story, the conclusion

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To celebrate the release of Cassie on the Move, I’m giving away a copy – actually I’ve decided to give away three copies, to some luck commenters this week. Your name goes in the hat each day you come by and comment this week from last Thursday  May 29^th. To help get everyone get into the mood for more Cassie and Tom, I’m putting up a story from their past this week. I hope you’ll come each day for the next part of the story.

Way back when…
part five

The story begins back here.

I couldn’t believe what Tom had just said. “What do you mean?” I asked in shock. “You just wore me out. Tom, I can hardly sit. You can’t spank me again.”

“Cassie you ran away. If you ever do that again you can expect that exact reunion. You can call it a warm up for all I care, but when we get home we’ll address the issues at hand.”

My bottom was throbbing. Every turn of the car was a painful reminder of our ‘reunion’ and the thought of more on top of what I was feeling was something I couldn’t think about, “Honey, please,” I started. “I’ve told you I was sorry can’t you…”

“Cassie, I said we would discuss it at home, not in the car. You need to hush.”

I hate it when Tom won’t let me talk and it’s ever worse when he won’t talk to me. I liked the idea of talking it out while both of his hands were firmly on the wheel. So I tried again, “Tom please don’t be like that. I was coming home this morning. You’ve spanked me. Let’s forget it.”

Tom slowed the car and pulled to the side of the road and turned to look at me. “Do I need to make sure I have your full attention before I repeat myself one more time?”

Suddenly realizing he was perfectly capable of blistering my bottom again right there on the side of the road and knowing I would still get another at home. I hastily apologized and promised to be quiet until we arrived.

“That’s a very good idea.” Tom told me in a serious voice and he pulled back onto the road. My heart was pounding but I stayed quiet as a mouse until we arrived home. Tom came around to open my door and just getting out of the car and standing was an ordeal.

As soon as we got in I had to keep trying. “Tom I’m so sorry. I really am. Honey, I didn’t get any sleep. I need a shower. Can’t we discuss this later, maybe over a glass of wine… maybe in bed… let me show you how sorry I am…” Unfortunately, Tom was not accepting my offer.

“Take your shower, and then we’ll talk.” Tom told me as he led me to the bedroom. I sighed and headed toward our bath. “Leave the door opened,” He told me. “I want to keep my eye on that window.”

Under the circumstances I wasn’t comfortable undressing in front of my own husband, but I did as I was told. I so wished he would join me in the shower. But I knew that wouldn’t happen. I showered as long as I dared. I knew he was waiting on me. Tom was sitting in a chair in the bedroom watching me as I dried off. It gave me such a strange feeling. I finally took a deep breath, donned my robe, and joined him.

Actually, I sat on the bed clutching a pillow as though it were armor. I didn’t say anything. I knew there wasn’t one thing to say that was going to change his mind. He kept staring for the longest time.

Standing up he finally spoke. “You messed up girl. You didn’t stay home when I told you to, you were going to lie to me about it, you ran away from me, and then you hung up on me when I was worried to death about where you were. You’re not going to do that again.”

Sadly, for my behind, that wasn’t exactly true, but I surely would have been willing to swear at that moment that I would never do any of those things again.

Tom picked up the ivory brush from the dresser and coming to the bed took both the pillow and the robe. I was protesting, but he was listening to nothing I said. He then sailed into my extremely sore bottom full force, and suddenly he was full of questions.

“What possessed you to leave the house when I told you not to?” How can he expect me to answer question while he is scorching my bottom?

I knew he wanted an answer, so I managed to gasp, “Sue called and begged me to go to the casino with her. She had some free tickets to the buffet and didn’t want them to go to waste. Owww,” I added as he continued to spank.

“So you thought going with Sue when I told you to stay home was a good idea? What do you think now?”

“Owww… No, it was a horrible idea. Please stop,” I wailed.

Tom paused a moment the asked, “When you went out the window what happened, where did you go?”

“Westly.” I answered truthfully. Four more licks had me squirming like mad to get off his lap with no success.

“I mean right then!” he said angrily. “I looked all over for you.”

I didn’t want to say, but I didn’t dare hesitate. “I stuck around and hid in Sue’s car. I was in it when she left.”

Tom paused, “Do you mean to tell me Sue knew exactly where you were all night? I’m going to ring her neck.” I felt like suggesting he run right over to their house and take care of that immediately, anything to get him to stop spanking.

“You didn’t use a card last night. Where did you get the money for the hotel?” I was impressed at the incredible speed at which my mind sorted through and discarded various scenarios even with my backside ablaze. I could tell him I borrowed some money from Sue – then I could keep the money I won gambling. But I wasn’t sure how soon I could get to Sue to tell her. If Tom got there first and found I had lied again… well, that was something I simply couldn’t risk at the moment.

“I won a little at the casino,” I managed to gasp out.

“How much?” he asked

Heaven help me I hesitated a moment too long and three blistering licks land at exactly the same spot on my upper thigh.

“Not there,” I screeched before I managed to gasp out, “seven hundred dollars.”

“Alright Cassie,” Tom said as he began to lightly rub the smooth side of the brush around my bottom, “Do you feel I’ve gotten through to…”

“Yes, yes, Tom. I’ll never do it again,” I promised.

That only earned me another hard pop, “You listen to what I’m saying before you answer me.”

I shut up and listened to every word he had to say. I had no idea what the words actually were, but he wasn’t spanking and I surely didn’t what it to start again. He finally ended with “… do you understand?” And I sincerely and readily agreed, to whatever it was he’d said.

He rubbed a bit, but I could hardly stand it. He sat me on my feet and said, “Go get me the money before I take care of your bottom.”

I wasn’t about to argue. Tom has never allowed me to have large amounts of cash. Please understand, he denies me nothing, but it goes on a credit card and he sees everything. I liked having a little ‘mad money’, but I quickly got what cash was left and turned it over.

I lay on the bed then as Tom gently rubbed lotion on my bottom. I was so raw it felt like he was pouring on liquid fire. But I gritted my teeth and said nothing. Tom hadn’t slept the night before either so he joined me in bed and held me. I was drowsy, but despite the pain, I felt so content in Tom’s arms.

I was near sleep when it hit me. Something had happened that day, that in my dread of the consequences, I had completely missed. I had bolted, I had run away from Tom… and he had come after me. That had never happened to me before. When I had been in relationships with other men and bolted, or they had, there was nothing more than a ‘good riddance’. Tom had cared that I left, he wanted me back, and he came for me and claimed me as his. As I thought about it I was blown away.
     Gingerly I turned over so I could look at Tom as he slept. This beautiful man was mine. He loved me. He wanted me with him. He would protect me. He would guide me and always, always keep me safe. Turning back over I gasped as Tom pulled me close even in his sleep and my thoroughly spank bottom was pressed against him. That wasn’t the last time I ran. It was years before I really, fully believed that Tom loved me and wasn’t going to leave. It’s almost hard to believe now, but I had had no experience with real love before. It’s been an amazing journey. One I wouldn’t have missed for the world.