We had been talking normally in the kitchen when I noticed the change. I knew he wasn't really mad at me but he would be perfectly fine redirecting it. He's always been this way, just a subtle shift, and I knew enough to leave him be. His eyes grew colder and I swear he was looking through me. My gaze dropped as he talked because I couldn't bear the intensity. He knew what he was doing. He always knows. I trust him completely but some days it's a struggle not to walk little faster when he watches me walk across a room.
As he stepped towards me, I automatically looked behind. I wanted to run away and he knew it. The snicker I heard told me I was in trouble. I started to stammer an apology but he smiled and asked me what for. I didn't know what I was sorry for but I was sure I was. I had the feeling that even if I wasn't sorry then I would be soon.
I repeated that I was sorry and would do anything he asked. I was well aware that I was grovelling but I felt so small. Laughing, he grabbed my arm and said he wanted to teach me a lesson. I tried to pull away, out of instinct, but his grip was too tight. He dragged me across the room, ranting about how I need to learn my place. Panic welled up in me as he sat down and dragged me across his lap.
His arm crossed my back so I couldn't move as he brought his hand down on my bottom. His slaps alternated on each cheek and the blues stated to get harder. Thankfully, I was wearing jeans and they dampened the pain as the blows started coming harder. I whimpered and tried to squirm as it became unbearable. He reassured me that it would be over soon and that I could handle a little more. I took a deep breaths and bite my lip to stop from crying out.
His blows ceased as he gently massaged my bottom. Slowly caressing each cheek, the sting turned to warmth. He released me and told me to stand up. I stood and I glanced up at him. He looked like an animal toying with his prey.
It felt like an eternity as I stood there waiting to find it what was next. Staring at the floor, I fidgeted nervously. He told me to look at him and remove my clothes. I held my breath as I raised my eyes and started removing my clothes. I moved slowly to try and prepare for whatever was next.