I walk in the house from the garage still talking to Monica to find Jackson towering over me. There is a look of relief on his face but his face changes and his blue eyes blaze with angrier. His look caught me off guard. I don't think I have ever seen him look that furious before. I wasn't sure what happened to make him that angry. I was sure it wasn't anything that I have done so I proceeded in taking my shoes off to leaving them by the door.
"Ok, Monica I am home now..." that is as far as I got because Jackson grabs the phone from me and tells Monica good-bye for me. I am annoyed that he didn't allow me to say good-bye to my friend. I am about to tell him how I felt I about that but decided not to say anything because the glare he gave me has a threatening dare to it.
Jackson holding my phone began scrolling through my incoming calls and started counting out loud, "1, 2, 3, 4 that is four missed calls from me that you didn't bother to pick up and let's see 1,2,3,4,5. There are five text messages that you didn't bother responding to either." He holds up the phone screen side up showing me the missed text messages.
I glance up at the phone and saw the text messages. I was about to explain to him why I didn't answer his calls or his text messages but he started yelling at me.
"What's the point of having a fucking phone if you aren't going to answer it? It's five-thirty in the fucking morning and you are out doing who knows what. Here I am worried about you! You don't answer your phone or any text messages from me but you use the phone to talk to your friends. What the hell is wrong with this picture Alana?" I tried to explain again but before I could he grabs my arm firmly and turns me around so my back is against his front.
"What the fuck are you wearing anyhow? You know all outfits are supposed to be approved by me if you are going out alone. You never had my permission to wear this out. You also know how I feel about this particular outfit." I tried saying something again but was interrupted when he tore down my skirt and ripped off my lacey undergarments. I was left wearing my silk blouse, bra, and thigh highs. He takes my arm and drags me over to the stairs bending me over placing my hands a few steps higher while my feet stay on the floor.
He spread my legs far apart and leans over whispering in my ear, "You are going to be punished severely for this insolence. I am going to whip your ass like it's never been whipped before! Now, you stay put and don't dare think about moving or saying a fucking word unless it's to say yes, no or thank you sir. Is that understood?"
I just nodded because his angrier really frightened me. I didn't think he would be this irate over not answering a text message or a phone call. I thought he knew I was planning on staying out late with my friends. I thought I had told him that we would probably be staying at the bars until closing time and then getting something to eat afterwards. Also, I don't bring my purse in the clubs and I wasn't expecting a phone call from him so I didn't bring my phone either. The reason I was on the phone with Monica is because she called me when I was in my car. It was the only time I even looked at my phone all night.
"Is that understood?" he said again as he slapped me hard with his hand on my right cheek.
"Yes sir, I understand." I squeak barely audible.
That just caused me a second smack to the other side of my ass. I answer using the same words but only louder. It seemed to satisfy him because he walks away from me.
I was left in that bent over position naked from the waist down feeling vulnerable but I didn't dare move. I didn't want to risk angrier him anymore. I felt him return before I actually heard him next to me. The hair on the back of neck felt all prickly and goose bumps began to rise on my arms and legs. I notice out of the corner of my eye he was holding something black and smooth. He made a WHACK noise and I realize the item is his belt. Oh, I couldn't believe he was going to hit me with his belt. He has never done that before. I felt fearful. How bad was this going to hurt? A part of me wants to plead with him, another part wants to run away and other part wants to fight. I did none of those things. I just stayed in my paralyzed position.
"I am going to give you twenty lashes with the belt and you are going to count every one of them! It better be loud enough for me to hear or I will start all over again. Understood?"
"Yes sir."
He stood to the side of me. He put a hand on the middle of my back and raised his other hand high into the air. I could hear the swooshing sound as the belt made its way down to my ass. WHACK!
"One!", I yelled.
His hand went back and I heard the swooshing sound again as the belt soared thru the air landing on my ass again. WHACK! It felt harder than the first one. He kept this same rhythm with the same strength to the count of twenty. While he was whipping me he hollered things like, "Who do you belong too? You belong to me! I don't care where the hell you are or what you're doing if I call you answer that fucking phone! You are my property! I own your ass! You belong to me!" I knew he didn't want me to answer anything that he was saying. I was to keep counting the spankings I was receiving. I counted loudly with tears streaming down my face.
How had I gotten myself in this predicament? My vision is blurry because of my tears and I felt true remorse for disobeying Jackson. My ass is on fire with its bright red stripes going across from where the belt had left its mark but at the same time I had this sensual sensation going on between my legs. I wanted to be fucked and I wanted Him to fuck me now! I wanted to feel Jackson's huge thick cock inside me. I wanted to show him that I was truly sorry and that I did belong to him. I hear him drop the belt to the floor after I choke out the number twenty. He grabs my arm spinning me around so quickly I almost fell but the grip he held kept me from falling.
"The way I see it, I tried to contact you nine fucking times by four phone calls and five text messages. You ignored all of those. You stayed out partying until five-thirty in the fucking morning leaving me to worry. No, don't even say anything. I am not finished yet." He said before I started to say something in my behalf. He knows me so well.
I didn't even let out a peep but I was definitely getting ready to say something in my defense which could have led me into more trouble. He actually did me a favor.
"You also went out wearing an outfit that you know needs my approval. You know the rules. If you go out without me your outfits must damn well be approved by me first. That was agreed upon in the beginning of our arrangement. So, the way I see it you're in major fucking trouble. You will be punished for all of those transgressions. The spanking you just received was just a taste of what your punishment will be like. You are on lock down for the next ten days. I know you know what that implies, don't you?"
"Yes sir." I replied staring into his eyes.
His eyes are still blazing with angrier even after the spankings. Wow, I am really in deep this time. I had never seen him like this before so I had no idea what to expect. Normally, he's a pretty easy going guy for being a Dominant. He isn't as strict as those other Doms that we see at the clubs that we sometimes frequent. He doesn't make me kneel at the door naked to wait his arrival, or make me sit on the floor with my arms behind my back in the kneeling position, or wear a collar or anything like that. Don't get me wrong, he has his set of rules for me and he will punish me if I don't follow them. I just never upset him this badly before.
When we started this relationship we were both interested in the life style but not exactly sure how to go about it. We were just going along on a day to day basis but with some basic guidelines. We had a written agreement that looked more like a legal document that set up those guidelines. Some would say they are ridiculous and others would say he is too lenient. As we were learning more about each other the contract was being amended whenever we thought necessary.
Curfew was never an issue with me and Jackson before. When I did go out with my friends he was always flexible about what time I was to be home. It all depended on who I was going out with and where we were going. He has never been upset before but this time was different.
I am not sure what was different. The fact that he actually called me while I was out or that I stayed out later than usual. Things were a little crazier because an old friend came back into town for the weekend and I hadn't seen her in a long time. I thought I told Jackson we would be closing down the clubs. He knew tonight was special because I hadn't seen this friend in a long time. He told me to be careful so I assumed I had the green light. I mean didn't I? This is really confusing.
When I am on "lock down" this happened only one other time, Jackson becomes full Master Dominant as I like to call it. I really can't do anything without his permission basically. I almost have to ask him if I can go to the bathroom. Yes, it can be that bad. I am not allowed out of his sight with the exception of going to school for class.
Its Jackson's way to reinforce his control over me. I get it, I understand it but it really feels like being in prison with a twist. The twist is I enjoy being fucked by my warden but I struggle with the complete loss of my freedom. I am nervous about this lock down however; I have never seen him this pissed off before so this might not be any fun at all.
He was still holding onto to me by my arms staring intently into my eyes. I am still naked from the waist down with my ass on fire but that didn't seem to matter because he had me captivated by his gaze. Yes, I was his captive at this point. I will do anything he wants me to do so he doesn't look at me like this. It makes my stomach hurt and I feel anxious.
"Now, you go upstairs and get ready for bed. I will be up there in a little bit." He says quietly as he bends down to kiss my forehead.
"I really am sor..." I start to say.