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I've been posting snippet for the last few Saturdays introducing Cassie and Tom, an older couple totally in love with one another. Tom is the ultimate dominate man while Cassie's life goal seem to be to get away with whatever she can. Tom's overall rule is for Cassie to behave like a lady. While she still struggles with this expectation occasionally, it was even harder to stick with ladylike behavior in the early part of their marriage. Here is a story from those early days.
First Halloween
The river is
so beautiful this time of year, what could be better than October? It’s a beautiful month that builds up to
Halloween. It’s such fun since we moved to the river. The adults dress up to
give out the candy and it’s like one long neighborhood party that ends with a
bond fire on the riverbank.
As Tom and I
discussed our costumes for this year, I casually remarked, “It’s a shame I
can’t quite get in the costume I wore the first Halloween we were together.” I
laughed as I saw the peeved look come over Tom’s face. Gracious, that was more
than forty years ago the man needs to learn to let things go.
I know people
now days see us as a sweet old couple. And I suppose we are, but when we first
met I would have been called a wild child. I lived a lifestyle that would have
no doubt killed me young. Tom was my hero, he rode in and rescued me from my
wild dangerous ways and made me feel safe enough for the lady in me to come
out. That doesn’t mean it was smooth sailing from the beginning.
That first
Halloween we had barely been married a month. We were in the process of moving
to a new house and joined a club in town. That year the club was hosting a big
Halloween Ball and my best friend, Sue, and I had been looking forward to going
for a while. Tom planned on going as ‘The Phantom’. His only concession to
costume was to wear an old style tux with his half mask. My dress was a
gorgeous period piece. Victorian and elegant I felt like a queen. Sue and Steve
were going as Martha and George and while the Washington’s looked quite elegant
I secretly like our outfits much better.
Then out of
the blue, Tom breezes in on October twenty-ninth with devastating news. “Girl,
I’m sorry as can be, but Steve and I have to go to Washington for a few days.”
“What? When?”
I stammered.
“We have to
catch a plane in about two hours.”
Oh I was hot
and I let him have it. I knew he had to travel for work sometimes, but this was
the first time and I felt angry and abandoned.
“Tom, what
about the ball? Will you be back in time? Surely you’re not going to miss
that.”
“It can’t be helped,
honey, we’ll be there until the second. But I promise I’ll make it up to you
when I get back. We’ll go somewhere just the two of us for a long weekend. You
and Sue can go to the ball together, you’ll still be the two prettiest girls
there.”
“Sure,” I
snapped pulling away from him. “Maybe I should go as George. I don’t know why your damn job should be more important
than plans we’ve already made.”
“Enough.” Tom
told me seriously. “Another word and you’ll have trouble sitting while I’m
gone. I am sorry about the ball, but there’s nothing I can do.” Relenting a
little as he saw my woebegone face, he added. “I love you girl, I don’t want to
fight with you. Please try to understand.”
I tried, but I
wasn’t doing a very good job. “I have to go. Don’t fall into a temper and get
yourself in trouble. Just behave and I’ll be back before you know it.” And with
another kiss and a hug he was gone.
As he’d been
packing I’d only been angry about the ball, as the silence of the house closed
around me so did the intense loneliness, but quickly that begin to fuel my
anger. I didn’t know how to process sadness or loneliness back then, but anger
was an old friend and very familiar.
The phone
jangled and I rushed to answer it. “Were you fed the same sorry bullshit I just
got?” Sue demanded.
“I sure as
hell was.” I answered. “I’m so pissed about the ball.”
“You’re pissed–try
going as half a Washington!” she yelled.
“Wait a
minute,” I told her as a sudden thought came into my head. “You don’t have to
be Martha if you don’t want to be. We can dress anyway we want to now.”
Sue was quiet
for a moment as what I was saying sank in. Then I could hear the grin in her
voice. “I like the way you think.” She told me.
“I’ll pick you
up in fifteen minutes.” I laughed, “We have some shopping to do.”
~o~
As the night
of the ball rolled around I was absolutely gleeful. I wasn’t far past my ‘I’ll
do anything I damn well please’ phase of my life and I suddenly felt that way
again. Sue had come over to dress at my house and we were almost ready.
My outfit was
perfect. I had purchased a beautiful red wig that fell in a mass of curls down
my back. The white halter top tied right under my breast and the tightness of
the little shirt gave me the cleavage I was well know for back in the day and
the tight, thin material allowed the dusty rose of my nipples to show clearly. I
didn’t mind a bit.
My midriff was
darkly tanned from the hours I’d spend in the sun. My shinny leather mini skirt
began below my navel and ended at a length barely able to cover enough to be
legal. This wasn’t many years since the networks had had a fit when Barbara
Eden wanted to show her belly button on I Dream of Jennie, but I didn’t have the network to censure and Tom
was too busy working to care what I wore. Fishnet stockings and high platform
heels completed my outfit. Sue, looking stunning as a blonde was equally
inappropriate in her own whores’r us outfit, and we were ready for a night of
partying.
We each had an
elaborately decorated eye mask and I’d outlined my mouth so differently Sue
swore I was unrecognizable. I know she was. While I wanted to go and have a
good time I did not need the new look getting back to Tom. We may not have been
married long, but I knew enough to know he’d have a stroke if he knew I’d gone
out in public this way.
Oh my, we were
the hit of the ball. We only had to present the token which had arrive in the
invitation, so no one would know the identity of each guest. The crowd actually
parted as Sue and I came in. I admit to being an attention whore and I loved
every bit of the stares and whispers.
I had all I
wanted to drink and neither of us lacked for dancing partners, although I could
almost feel the hateful stares coming
from nearly every woman there. I was truly in my element when I looked across
the room in time to catch Tom’s entrance. He wore the vintage tux, but not his
mask. I nearly panicked as he scanned the room. I couldn’t move. I was suddenly
terrified of calling attention to myself.
Tom didn’t
spot me on his first scan and I carefully began edging to a back entrance. I
had to make it to our car and have the driver get me the hell out of there. I
was in the hall and nearly to the exit when I heard Tom behind me.
“Cassie?”
“Moi, no.” I
said in a low husky voice.
“Oui, vous.”
Tom snapped.
“Tom, honey,
it was a joke. That’s all.” Tom could have been deaf for all he was listening
to me.
Taking my
wrist, rather than my hand, he led me quickly out the door and across the lawn
toward his car. He moved so quickly I could barely keep up. “Tom slow down, I
begged. These shoes . . .”
Without saying
a word Tom stopped, quickly knelt and removed my shoes. In one angry gesture he
threw them into the club’s pond, shimmering in the moonlight.
I was silent
on the trip home. We’d been married such a short time, I actually expected a
screaming match once we arrived and while I wasn’t looking forward to it, I had
no doubt I could hold my own. It hadn’t truly sunk into my brain that Tom was
not one to yell at his wife. He was a man of action.
Leading me
straight to the bedroom, Tom quickly removed my mask and wig, tossing them onto
a chair. Then with lightening speed he had my blouse, mini-skirt, garter with
the fishnet and my panties off. This was my first experience of being nude
while he was still wearing a tux and I’d never felt so vulnerable.
Tom sat on the
bed and was in the process of pulling me across his lap before it dawned on my
incredibly slow brain that I was about to be spanked.
“NO! Wai . .
.” I started, as I tried to fight my way off his lap. I never had a chance. Tom
hadn’t begun using the ivory brush yet, but that mattered little. As his hand
made contact with my bare rear I yelled bloody murder. I hated being spanked back then. The pain, the loss of control–I
fought with everything I had, including my vocabulary. I have to tell you back
then I could cuss more fluently than I could speak the King’s English. I cussed
the man for everything I was worth.
Tom’s hand has
always been hard as a board when he tries. He wasn’t moving around much as he
proceeded to nearly blister the crease between bottom and leg. My fighting,
yelling, cussing was wearing me out–Tom did not seem to be tiring.
As I quieted
for a minute, trying to get my breath, Tom said calmly, “As soon as you’ve
finished cussing, this spanking can begin.”
“Tom, dammit! Stop
. . .”
“I’m guessing
I can out last you, girl.” He told me firmly, “I’d stop now if I were you.”
He was right.
With supreme effort I choked back what I wanted to say. As I tried to stay
quiet Tom began to talk. Unfortunately, talking didn’t slow Tom’s hand one bit.
“You had a beautiful dress to wear tonight, just thinking of you in it made me
fly back just to take you to the ball, but instead you go out of your way to be
seen in the worse possible way.”
“When are you
going to understand you are a lady? I expect you to always speak and present
yourself as a lady and so you’ll always be treated as one.”
I was hearing
a little of this, very little, and it was probably years down the road before I
truly understood what Tom was trying to say to me. Tom was slowing his spanks,
yet each was still firmly delivered and I alternated howling and begging him to
stop.
When he
finally did I was a mess. Tom stood me up and held me against him. “It’s all
right, girl. You’re going to be all right.” After a moment I lay on the bed and
he the stepped into the bathroom returning with a cool cloth for my face and
lotion for my bottom. After applying it gently he lay beside me holding me.
“This is hard
for you isn’t it, girl?”
I nodded.
“You knew I
wouldn’t want my wife wearing such an outfit in public didn’t you.”
Again I
nodded.
“Cassie girl,
don’t fight me. Trust me, let me take care of you and protect you. I want to give
you the most amazing life–you just need to trust me.”
I’m still amazed
by how true his words were, then and now. And he has indeed, given me a most
amazing life.
~o~
Who had a better right to be angry, Cassie when Tom blew off a party they had both looked forward to or Tom after Cassie dressed in the most unladylike outfit imaginable?
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