Welcome! I’m putting up an extra Cassie story to get people in the mood for the new book, Cassie’s River Living. You can find part one here. I’m giving away a Cassie book each day for these three days – winner can pick the one they want. The winner for yesterday was The Long Bean! I’ll draw another winner from the commenters today. Come back tomorrow for the final part of this story. The book will be out September 3rd.
Not the Boss of Me
Sue and I had come back to the room together late in the afternoon when Tom and Steve got through with their meetings. As Sue and Steve headed back to there room Tom eyed me curiously. He was fully aware of how angry I’d been that morning. I gave him my sweetest smile and a kiss. I think that only made him more suspicious.
“Did you ladies have a good day?”
“We ladies had a wonderful day,” I told him truthfully. I had completely enjoyed my day venting to Sue and drinking. “You need to go ahead and get ready, honey,” I urged him. “I think the cocktail party starts about five thirty, you’ve got about an hour.”
I got another curious look before he kissed me again and headed to the shower. I was completely ready, except for my dress. The minute the bathroom door closed I took off my robe and slipped on my dress. I knew it was time to make a stand and let Tom know he would not be controlling my coming and going for the rest of my life (little did I know at the time). I even left him a note before quickly heading out. Just as I told you here, I told him in the note, “You are not the boss of me.” I didn’t want Tom to think I’d run away, as I had from time to time, so I added, “I’ll see you at dinner.”
I completely enjoyed the early cocktail parties I chose to attend. There were always several to choose from in various rooms, way too many for Tom to check then all out. Dinner was being served at 7:00 and at ten ‘till I made my way to the dining room, drink in hand. I had come in the side door and I spotted Tom before he saw me. He had a serious expressing on his face as he turned and caught sight of me. As Tom headed my way, I quickly gulped the rest of my drink, knowing I probably wouldn’t have the chance for another. Tom closed the gap quickly, frowning at my downing of the drink so quickly.
He took my hand, which struck me as both a gesture of affection and one of capture. He said nothing as we walked back to the table. I needed him to talk, I needed to gauge his mood, but I got nothing. He was pleasant during dinner, chatting with all at the table, but saying little directly to me. There was dancing after dinner and I smiled to myself as Tom led me onto the floor. I’d had my say and Tom didn’t seem angry. I was hoping he’d learned his lesson about being so bossy. So you can imagine my consternation when his first full sentence to me as we danced was, “I’m going to wear you out.”
“You are not!” I hissed vehemently. “I have the right to leave my room anytime I like and you can’t stop me.” I wanted to stomp my foot and declare “so there,” but I stopped myself.
“You’re wrong on several points, girl. I think we need a more private place for this discussion.” Although I had no desire to head back to our suite with Tom at the moment, there was little I could do without creating a scene.
Back in the room I quickly held up my hand in a ‘stop’ gesture. “Now you just listen to me. You are not going to spank me. You spanked me this morning for this same stupid thing. So you just stop.
“I evidently didn’t get through to you this morning. I’ll…”
“Then don’t you see!” I exclaimed with passion. “Spanking doesn’t work for me. You need to stop.”
“As I was saying,” Tom continued, “I promise to be much more effective this time.”
Continuing my protest I was nonetheless firmly escorted to the bedroom. Tom unzipped my dress continuing to ignore everything I was saying. Amidst my “no, stop, wait, listen,” I was soon over Tom’s lap. After an extremely short warm up Tom reached for the brush he had tossed onto the bed.
“Enough,” Tom commanded. “Let’s get something straight right now. Yes, I am the boss of you. I am your husband and in addition to loving you more than life, I’m now responsible for your safety and well-being. I’ve told you on several occasions that I don’t feel comfortable with you running around a hotel alone. If you have no choice but to go out alone, I at least want to know where you are.”
During this conversation he had lit in on my behind. And if the morning spanking had not, in his words, “been effective” this one was. He had that darn brush at full force, all the while giving me his version of a husbands roll as HOH. I don’t know half of what he was saying, but as the spanking continued I was ready to convert to his way of thinking totally – at least for the duration of the spanking itself.
My arms flailed although I did manage not to reach back as I pleaded with him to stop. “I’ll listen, Tom. I promise. Stop, stop. Enough please!”
He stopped and rubbed the back of the brush against my scorched rear. “You need to understand this Cassie, I am the ‘boss of you’ when it comes to your safety. I’m your husband and I am going to keep you safe. When you fight me on this, this is what’s going to happen. If you don’t understand I can continue.”
“No, stop! You don’t have to continue. I’ll listen.” To be honest I had very little intentions of listening at that time, but I was no fool. For the immediate future, that is until he put the darn brush down, I was in complete agreement. The brush was finally discarded and Tom was tender and gently with after care. Then he dropped another bombshell.
“You should have listened to me this morning girl. Tomorrow you aren’t leaving this room until we go to dinner. You thought it would be cute and funny to be so defiant this evening. You're going to realize that doesn’t work with me. You’ll have all day to think about it.”
“That's not fair!” I snapped. I was torn. There was some part of me that really did just want to let go and let Tom be in charge. But then he’d put some restriction like this on me and somehow it would make me more angry than when he spanked me. I was still new to the feeling of being watched over. I really liked the feeling – until it ran up against something I wanted to do and couldn’t.
I was in turmoil that night as Tom lay sleeping beside me. Before Tom I had never felt truly loved, I had never felt cared for, protected, I seldom even felt safe. I loved this man so much, why couldn’t I just relax and let him take care of me. Usually there was not anything really unreasonable about things he ask me to do, but . . . fighting for my freedom was second nature to me now. I didn’t know how to stop. I couldn’t do it. There was no way I was going to be ‘sent to my room’ so to speak. This was one time Tom would not get his way. Call it stubbornness or hard hardheadedness I knew he could not keep me from leaving the room whenever I wanted to.
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