The dishes had been loaded into the dishwasher. The kitchen had been cleaned, the condo picked up. Everything was back in order. I made a final walk- through, checking the front door and the sliding-glass door, setting the burglar alarm, turning off lights.
I slid into bed beside Alicia, and she said, "So, what is this confession about?"
"Well, Mistress, I was just going to say that, Twyla made a pass at me while we were in the kitchen together."
"Oh yeah?" she asked. "And how did you respond?"
"I pushed her away, of course."
"Well, that little bitch," Alicia said quietly. She looked at me. "If you pushed her away, then why tell me? What's the problem?"
I looked down. "The problem is, Mistress, that I felt a little--just a little--attracted to her."
Her eyebrows shot up. "Oh yeah? And now you're feeling guilty and need to tell me about it. Is that it?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Well, Phillip, what do you think I should do about it?"
I could feel the blush rising in my cheeks. It was always this way when I had to ask for my punishment. "I think I should be spanked--spanked hard, Mistress."
In a strangely quiet voice, Alicia said, "Yes, I think you should be spanked, too. I cannot believe that you would be attracted to that little tart, when you've got me. Get naked right now!" she barked.
I jumped out of bed and removed my undershirt and shorts quickly. Alicia leaned over and got the wooden-handled hairbrush out of the bedside table. "Get over my lap, Phillip. Move!"
I immediately crawled onto the bed and over her lap. "Do you know why you're getting this?" she asked.
"Yes, Mistress!"
"Why?"
"I'm getting it because I was flirting with Twyla."
"That's right. And if I ever hear of you doing anything like that again, I'll beat you to within an inch of your life. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"You'd better." She said no more, just began spanking me, first with her hard hand--I hadn't felt it in a while, it had been the hairbrush lately. Her hand was just as strong and hard as always. The first stinging slaps were squarely on my butt, then she moved down to my thighs, then back up again. She didn't spank fast, but she spanked hard, and the room rang with the sharp sound of skin against skin. At first, the spanking warmed me, but soon it began to really hurt. I tried to squirm away, but Alicia's hand found me wherever I went. On and on, her hand came down on my ass. I clenched my teeth to keep from crying out, but soon, I was gasping and yelping with the pain. Finally, a reprieve. The spanking stopped.
"How does this feel?" Alicia asked.
Through clenched teeth, I said, "It hurts, Mistress."
"Not as much as it's going to hurt," she said, and began hitting me with the hairbrush.
The hairbrush was harder, but flatter, so the impact was spread out slightly. It was both easier to take and harder. Alicia's hand could get tired or tender; the hairbrush never got tired. It's only limitation was the strength in Alicia's arm. Believe me, Alicia had a strong arm.
The blows rained down on me. I was sure that the backs of my legs, and my butt, were fiery red. I could hear Alicia grunting a little with each stroke, feel her spittle as it dropped onto my sore skin. As the beating went on, I realized that this was not a love spank. Alicia was really pissed off at me. At one point, the pain became so bad, that I passed into a state of semi consciousness. It was then that I realized that I had hurt Alicia's feelings. I hadn't been aware when I told her about my encounter with Twyla, that she would take it so seriously. But now, I realized that she was very possessive of me; very jealous of our relationship. In a moment of insight, brought on by intense pain, I realized that for all of Alicia's aggressiveness and confidence, there was a part of her that was really very insecure. By confessing to her, I had made her aware of a real threat. This, she did not take lightly. Her response was heightened as much by fear as by anger.
The realization that I had really scared her brought tears to my eyes, as nothing else had. I was sobbing now, begging her forgiveness, pledging my love.
Finally, the blows stopped coming. I was sobbing quietly, and I could hear Alicia breathing heavily. I laid quietly across her lap, not saying anything, just waiting for her to release me.
"Promise me," she panted, "promise me that you belong to me, and only me."
"Mistress," I sobbed, "I am yours and yours alone."
"There will never be anyone else."
"Never, Mistress."
"Okay, you can get off my lap, now," she said, giving me a light pat, which itself caused a little explosion of pain. "Stay on your belly, though."
Once again, she reached into the bedside table. This time she brought out a jar of cold cream. I winced as she began to dab it on my sore, red butt and thighs. We had learned some time ago that, if she didn't apply something after a beating, it took me much longer to heal.
When she was done, she covered me with a sheet. Then, she leaned over and whispered into my ear, "You took your spanking well, slave. I believe you when you say you'll be faithful to me. Tomorrow morning I may give you a reward. Now, go to sleep." I gave a happy nod and closed my eyes. She settled herself beside me. A few minutes later, I heard her deep, even breathing. My butt was so hot and painful, that I couldn't go to sleep for a while. All the same, I felt very loved. I knew that Alicia and I belonged together.
* * *
The next morning, I awoke first, as usual, and got out of bed to make coffee. I had forgotten momentarily about the hard beating I had gotten the night before, so the pain I felt when I tried to move came as a bit of a surprise. Still, I slipped out of bed, put on a tee shirt, and stumbled painfully into the bathroom to pee, brush my teeth and hair, and wash my face.
I made coffee and stood at the table, reading the paper, while it perked. From the dining room, I listened for Alicia to stir. I poured coffee quietly, and read for a while longer. When I had finished my first cup, I peeked into the bedroom. She was still in bed, but her eyes were open.
