Getting Caught

Good Morning all.  Hope everyone this side of the pond had a good Thanksgiving.  Did any of you take advantage of the Black Friday sales at the malls?  

We had a nice quiet Thanksgiving dinner and then friends in for dessert and coffee.  It was just right - no stress. I save a lot of money on Friday - I didn't buy a thing.  Oh, I lied.  I did buy one thing on Amazon, Kindles were down to $29.00 and I bought one just to have on hand.  Ray is using my old one and I figure it's only a matter of time before it tires completely and this way I'll have one on hand at a rock bottom price.

I don't know about you but from now til Christmas there is something on the calendar every week.  Busy, busy, busy.  Yesterday, I took out what little Christmas decorations we're using this year. We're off to California for the holiday so there's no sense in taking it all out.  Ray was not pleased that I said it didn't exempt him from putting out the outside Christmas stuff.  He thought he'd get a pass - he was wrong so he told me Thursday.  

Here's a quick little story to start off your work week.

Gayle was on the phone when Martin walked in the door.  He walked right over to her and indicated by hand signs for her to get off the phone.   She put up a finger to indicate a minute and Martin yelled out NOW.  She turned away from him but he came up to her and took the phone from her hand.  “She’ll call you back later, and hung up the phone.  Taking her by the arm he marched her over to the couch, pushing her down over the back. 

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she asked.

“I should think by now you would know.”  He pulled down her jeans and panties and proceeded to apply several hard slaps to her bare behind.  He delivered them so quickly she barely had time to catch a breath between spanks. 

“Why am I getting punished?”

“We’ll discuss it afterward  - right now you’re getting your ass reddened but good.   She felt his hand on her back keeping her in position and heard him swishing his belt through the loops of his jeans.  She both loved and hated that sound.  Today, she hated it because she knew this was going to be no ‘tip toe through the daisies,’ so to speak.  She lifted her head and in the mirror could see him swing his arm high – she contracted her muscles and sensed the sting before the lash even landed.

“Relax,” he told her.  “It will be easier on you.”

“Easy for you to say, buster.”

“That’s going to cost you, that along with not obeying me when I told you to put the phone down.”

He brought down the belt five times in quick succession and each time she sucked in her breath at the ferocity of the spanks. 

 “Stop” she managed to get out.

“Not by a long shot and besides you know the safe word.”  The belt found its mark over and over her backside, the sting building with each lash, but it was when he whipped her thighs that she finally called out “lemon”.

Their safeword – she only remembered using it one other time but today it was a necessity.The first time she used it, she merely wanted him to stop.  It hurt but she knew she could take more.  To her, it was a test to see if he really would stop spanking and he did immediately.  It was afterward that she told him she was testing him.  He was livid and walked out of the house.  When he returned, he sat her down and told her if she ever used that word again she better damn well mean it, because if she didn’t, all hell would break loose.

He ceased and the spanking.  “Are you sure you want to use that word.”

“Yes, I’m sure.”

She tried to get up but he held her there.  “We are not done, merely taking a break so you can catch your breath.”

“But Martin, it hurts terribly.”

“Really, I thought you liked the belt,” he said snidely.

“Not the way it’s being used today, I don’t”

“You know, you’re not having any trouble talking so I’m thinking you’re ready for some more.”

Sure enough, she watched his arm raise and the belt came down again on her already on fire backside.  She knew she would have bruising from this whipping – it’s funny she always considered them a badge of honor afterward.  Martin could see the welts rising from the previous lashing and knew she would have difficulty sitting for quite a while.  He stopped long enough to rub out some of the sting before he began again. When he saw the earlier welts start to take on a purplish glow, he laid down the belt.

By now, Gayle was in tears and sobbing heavily.  It was the worst spanking he had ever given her but he needed to make her understand why he asked her to stay away from Sheila. 

He released her from his hold and took her in his arms.  Gayle rested her head against his chest and he could feel her tears wet his shirt. He rubbed her back and even gave her on fire bottom some easy rubs.  At this point, all it did was inflame the battered skin and she halted his arm.

When she was able to speak, she said one word, “Why?”

“You were with Sheila and you know what I told you about her.”

“But all we did was have lunch, I didn’t go near their house.”

“Gayle, it doesn’t matter.  You have to stay away from her. ”

“How did you find out?”

“You know the circumstances, they are under surveillance and I saw you on the tapes.  If you get caught up, even if you’re innocent of any wrongdoing, you could be charged as an accomplice. Besides that, it doesn’t look good for a detective’s wife to be friends with an assumed criminal.”

“You don’t know that Sheila is involved, only her husband.”

“Gayle, use your head, they’re married, is she so stupid she doesn’t know what her husband does? If so, I can’t imagine why you would want to be friends with her.  I asked you nicely a couple of times to stay away but did you listen?  No.  I figured the only way to get through to you was using my belt instead of my words.  I hope you got the message and I don’t have to do this again because I will.”

Gayle agreed even though she really enjoyed Sheila’s company.  She didn’t think she would be involved in an illegal activity but she saw her husband’s point.  They lived in a small town and any impropriety was sure to not be good for her husband’s career.

Three days later, Gayle poured herself a cup of coffee and sat down to read the morning paper.  She winced as her bottom hit the wooden chair, amazed at the soreness that still remained. She picked up the paper and the headlines glared at her “Wife implicated” and there was a photo of Sheila, in handcuffs, being led to a police car. 

“Whew.”  Suddenly the soreness seemed a small price to pay and she pinched herself to remember to give Martin a big hug and kiss when he got home.

See you later for more Aimless Ramblings