To: FireGurlF
From: RapeFantasyM
Subject: Punishment
You've been a bitch all week. Every email that you sent me has been short, and seldom on time. You are supposed to send me an email detailing how you would serve me coffee in the morning, not whining about the lawyer and my divorce. You have been bitchy and crabby ever time we talk. And when you told me your Mom called last night and I let you go, released you from service to Me to talk to her, you said you'd call me right back. What kind of excuse is "I fell asleep"? You know if you are tired I want you to sleep, but you must keep your word to me, as I have to you.
I have entered your son's life as we agreed. I cannot just step in and be Master of your house yet sweetie. He must first see the love and respect I have for you. He is smart and will figure out that I own you without seeing the collar. You have been his mom seven years, and he knows loves and trusts you. He only likes me right now, but that is a start. (smiles) And I do care for him. He does not need to see his mom as a bratty little bitch. Even though you are. You will be punished, but not in his sight. This is what will happen when I come over:
1-Dwayne must not know anything is wrong; he will not suffer for your punishment, now or ever.
Dwayne started jumping up and down in the doorway of her apartment as soon as my car pulled up. He was watching for my car out of the ground floor window. He ran out when I came to a stop.
"Ted is here! Ted is here!"
"Dwayne, you can't be out here in the rain in your socks, your Mom will kill me."
"Ted pick me up!" He paused, a sly look on his face. "If you carry me in my feet will not get wet."
I laughed, and so did he. I picked him up and carried him in.
I looked up the stairs, and there she was, carrying an empty laundry basket. She froze, trying to smile, unable to meet my eyes.
2-You will get one kiss and one hug. You haven't earned them and don't deserve either one, but Dwayne will wonder if we don't greet each other in our usual way. He must not get the idea that there is anything wrong.
She came down the stairs towards me. "Dwayne honey, now you get your shoes on so you can help Ted pick the videos for us tonight."
Dwayne ran up the stairs past her. He was rushing because I would let him pick a video, a little adventure for him. She stood on the stairs halfway down, clutching the basket to her. The baggy sweatshirt didn't hide her full breasts, and deep full shoulders. Even in the sweat pants I could see the sweet curve of her hips. Her hair was back off her forehead, her face without makeup. Yet she still took my breath away.
I motioned for her to come down. She obeyed, nervously looking for a place to put down her basket. I took it from her. I put it in a chair in her tidy little living room.
I leaned forward and kissed her, on the cheek closed mouthed. She closed her eyes and leaned into me. Her eyes closed tight she stepped forward and held me, her long fingers digging into my biceps. She always used a raspberry scented body lotion. I breathed the sweet scent in. I held her to me for a second, and then gently pushed her away.
She looked down at the carpet.
3-I will still make dinner, as I have every Thursday. Dwayne still needs to get used to me being around, and I will not disrupt that, although I really don't want to see you right now. Dwayne asked for spaghetti and meatballs and that is what we will have. We will get a video for Dwayne, but you and I will not watch one when he is asleep. You know that I enjoy sitting on the couch under the blanket with you, but thanks to your poor attitude you have denied me that pleasure. The cost of that will be added to your punishment.
Dwayne had asked what all the knobs and lights on my dashboard were for on the trip over to the Video World. But he had to sit in the back seat, because my car had air bags. So when we got home we sat in the parking lot playing with the buttons and knobs.
"Ok, Dwayne, now push that one!" The wiper fluid sprayed out onto the windshield. Dwayne laughed with pure joy. Only a seven-year-old boy can find nirvana playing with the dashboard of a parked car. We had the radio blaring, the high beams on, the heater blowing and the wipers going full speed.
Suzy came out. She saw him in the front seat, and there was a question on her face.
"Dwayne wanted to know what all the buttons on my dashboard did so I showed him. Right Dwayne?"
He pushed the hazard button, his favorite. "Mom...Look at this the lights all blink! Red alert! Red alert!"
He aimed my windshield scraper like a ray gun, blasting aliens only he saw in the parking lot.
"Yes Dwayne, they sure do...umm, your car has airbags..."
"Suzy, he sat in the back when the car was moving. I just let him sit up front when the car is stopped so he can play with the knobs. Ok, Mom?"
"Ohh...I didn't mean that you would..." she looked down at the ground.
"Teaching me to take care of him is still part of your job. It's ok. Did you get the water boiling?"
4-You have not been pleasing to me. You find fault, criticize, nitpick and whine. I have no desire to be around you. I will play with Dwayne, and you will be upstairs, rewriting all the emails you sent me this week. Making them better, as all your entries prior to this week were. Up to the level they were. You will clean and neaten the apartment. Then you will shower, to be fresh and clean for my use. You will begin punishment at 10:00pm. After we read with Dwayne and put him to bed. You will follow these instructions very carefully, because there will be no mercy or forgiveness. I am all out of both.
We had each taken a turn reading to him, she would read one page, then him and then me. We let him pick a book out from the big stack of used books she had gotten at a thrift store. He liked the way I acted out the stories when I read them. She didn't look at me the entire time. She couldn't.
We put Dwayne in bed, full of spaghetti, at 8:00. He usually tried to get up after the story. But pasta and tomato sauce had worked it's magic, as he did not stir.
Then I had gone down and sat on the couch, looking at papers from work. My 401k plan, my stock options, anything to kill the long slow hours until 10:00pm. I had brought work with me, but only enough to occupy half an hour. I shuffled papers and tried to look busy, as I heard her type my emails over, and straighten up the apartment. It was very little consolation knowing the wait was much worse for her.
As the time drew nearer, I looked over the instructions I had sent her. I heard her run the shower.
5-You will prepare the room for me after you shower: light candles, make the bed, and lay all the toys neatly on the bed. You will wear a short dress with nothing on underneath, the blue one. You will put your collar on the big chair in your bedroom, and I will decide if you have earned the right to wear it again before the night is over.
You will come down ten minutes before all is ready to let me know that you have done as I told you. You will lock your bedroom door and put the spare key on top of the doorframe so Dwayne will not walk in and see you.
Next to the collar you will put all the emails you should have done correctly the first time, and you will wait as I read them. You will be on your knees (kneeling on a pillow) with your hands cuffed to the leg of the chair. You will be blindfolded. You will have the ball gag in place.
She came halfway down the stairs in a robe. I looked up and she froze. She was really scared. I wanted to run to her, hold her, and tell her I would stay with her and Dwayne. Instead I snarled at her, "What?"
"Everything will be ready. Just like you said."
I looked back down at the papers, and said nothing. She crept back up the stairs.
I took out a sheet of paper, and made notes. Planned what to do before I was in there with her.
I made myself sit there ten fucking minutes, and then went upstairs. The key was on the doorframe. I let myself into her room. Picked up the emails and began to read them.
To: RapeFantasyM
From: FiregurlF
Subject: I messed up
Master,
I am so sorry. I know you are a good man and I really do appreciate all you are doing for Dwayne and I. I know I haven't shown it, I guess I don't know how to act around you. I am sorry that you are not happy with me and I have failed so miserably, and I am very, very scared.
Everything will be as you say. Please let me serve you let me please you. I think that, in your kindness, you have held me on to loose a leash and that is why I have fucked up. I am glad you have no mercy left for I deserve none. I am weak and I always make bad decisions. I always take the easy way.
It is to easy for me to go back to my old ways, to the bad ways. I need you to force me to be straight. You are so good for me, so good for Dwayne. Please don't worry about being so strict, worry about being to lenient. I beg this of you.
Your Bitch, slut, animal
Suzy
I sat on the chair and read every word of the emails she had re-written and typed out as she knelt on the floor. I had to turn my body slightly to avoid touching her. I wanted to so very badly but knew it would be wrong.
She knelt there for ten more minutes, blindfolded. I sat without moving, and then I closed my eyes, because I wanted to see if I could know what she could tell about the room.
I smelled the candles, felt the breeze of this Indian summer night coming in from the open windows. I could hear my heartbeat, and the tiny clink her handcuffs made as she tried to be still. As I opened my eyes I saw I had been in the room for 15 minutes, looking at her alarm clock. But had not said a word.
I carefully reached down next to me and picked up her collar. I held the buckle and d-ring so they would not jingle, and soundlessly leaned forward. She had worn that collar to bed every night for a month, it was like part of her. But when I let the end dangle against her cheek, she jumped. I knew I had her now.
She moaned around the ball gag as I grabbed her hair and forced her head back, to more easily put the collar on her. She tried to brush her face on my hands, thanking me for the collar. She knew now that whatever I did I wasn't going to disown her.
But I didn't want her relived that soon. I pushed her head down to the floor, so hard that the chair she was cuffed to jumped, squeaking on the bare wood floor. She froze, realizing that she would now earn the forgiveness.
I stood up and looked at the toys, my notes in my hand. "Decisions, decisions...how should I beat my bitch tonight? She's really been a bitch..."
I picked up the riding crop. She hated it. It had been her most feared toy for a long time. I laid it on her back. She jumped again, and moaned in despair.
"Hmm, with this...I think 20 would be a good start. Ass up, slut."
She obeyed, her round and pale ass pointing out for me. I kicked her legs apart to spread her cheeks, her face buried into her cuffed forearms, waiting.
I laid five at a time on each cheek, and saw her jump with each stroke. No warm up, no teasing, this was punishment. The cheeks bounced with each wrist-snapping blow...each leaving a red mark clearly on her skin. I looked at the stripes on her pale ass. Beautiful.
I could here her rough breathing through her nose.
