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 to the release day, May 29th.
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.
I have a wonderful life and I give Tom all the credit for
making our lives so good. There are times, though, when I let my mind wander
back to our early marriage. I had more bad habits than you could shake a stick
at, but I suppose the worst was running away.
Sometimes I was only gone a short time, but there were times I
evaded him for a week or more. I don’t think there are many things I have ever
done that have made him any madder. I’m afraid some of the stories are pretty
dark – it was a bad time, but some strike me as funny now. Not that I would ever tell Tom that. And truly there are
parts of my anatomy that thought all those incidents were dark and scary.
Before we were married, back when I was a wild child, I needed
constant activity. During the day I spent my time attending brunches, shopping trips, visits to
the casino – this, of course, was before the infamous cruise. At night I partied, dined, danced, and drank. Often the parties lasted all night, I
just had to be doing something. Stopping and having time to think about my life
was something I didn’t like. I was better after we married, but old habits die
hard. When Tom worked, I had to be on the go. Often this swirl of activity was
too much for too long and I would become exhausted and quite ill tempered and
snappish with Tom in the evenings.
Tom, of course, would only put up with this for so long before
he put his foot down. Sometimes Tom would take off and spend the day at home
with me. Those days were wonderful. He would pamper me and it was a wonderful
day of rest and relaxation.
There came one evening when I arrived home after Tom, something
he didn’t like to begin with, and I was exhausted. I think I came in biting
Tom’s head off about something. I was just on a tear. Tom took all he was going
“Cassie, I know you’re tired and I know why. All this running around
is going to stop. I don’t want you leaving this house tomorrow, you’re going to
stay home and rest. We’ll see about the next day but I’m not putting up with
your attitude any longer.”
“I’ll do as I damn well please,” I flared. “Not you or anyone
else is going to tell me when I may come and go. Stay the hell out of my
I know, I know, feel free to groan at this point. But in my
defense we hadn’t been married a year. If I managed to go a few weeks with no
spanking I tended to forget exactly what it was like and I reverted to my old
self. Unfortunately for me, Tom was his old self too.
I got about three swats with his hand before he realized I was
wearing a girdle. Rather than try to wrestle it off at the moment he quickly
pulled me into the kitchen and laid into my latex encased bottom with a wooden
spoon. He was burning me up with that thing, hard and fast and no let up. I was
yelling, but managed not to cuss while doing it. I was much more compliant when
he was finished. So when he told me to get ready for bed I didn’t argue.
That darn girdle retained the heat from the spanking to the
point of cruelty. Yet taking that horribly tight thing off was a punishment in
itself. Young women today have no idea how awful it was to have to wear those nightmares. I finally freed myself from its evil clutches and angrily threw it in
the trash. Tom walked in then with my supper on a tray.
“That’s the perfect place for that thing,” Tom said, glancing at
my discarded foundation garment. “I hate when you wear that.”
“It’s not like I want to wear one, you know,” I fussed. “I’m
just trying to look good for you most of the time.”
“I’ve see you without one on occasion and I found you quite
appealing.” He told me with a smile.
I slipped on my gown and curled up on the bed. Tom had brought
me in a light supper. He sat the tray on the bed and turned serious. “Cassie,
your attitude this evening is a perfect example of what I’ve been telling you.
You do too much. You get tired and ill tempered and I’m not putting up with it.
Now you’re not to leave this house tomorrow. Do I make myself clear?”
I didn’t like it one bit. I felt like a child being grounded. I
tried to get a little leeway as I ate. “I’m sorry I was so ugly when I got
home. I’ll cut back honey, honest I will. But I don’t like not being able to
come and go as I please. Couldn’t you stay home with me tomorrow?”
“We have people coming in from out of state and I have to be at
work tomorrow. But you better listen to me girl.”
“Fine!” I snapped. “But I don’t like it. You’re not fair.”
“I’m not asking you to like it. But I’m telling you to mind me.”
It annoyed the devil out of me when he told me to ‘mind’, but I
didn’t say anymore. I had every intention of acquiescing to Tom’s wished. At
least that was the plan until Sue called.
I hope you'll come back tomorrow for the next part.
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