camille65
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This is a short story I wrote years ago, when I was married to a man who simply could not understand what I needed.
'Brat'
“You are such a brat.” His voice said it teasingly but I didn’t react in kind. Maybe it was the weather or my general attitude but I reacted before I thought.
“Well at least I’m not an asshole!” The moment the words left my tongue I wanted to call them back, to change the words the tone, everything. It took everything I had to raise my eyes to his face. The sudden silence louder than words could ever be. I gulped audibly and tried to stammer an apology.
“Please Ken please I’m sorry I’m sorry honest.” I had a cold feeling in the pit of my stomach as he slowly shook his head. Disappointment was written on his face, his lips set in a thin line. As he stood up and looked down at me I nearly whimpered. I hadn’t meant the words but that didn’t matter, the words were said. He stood for a moment; oh it felt a long moment indeed, while he stood there looking at me. Then he nodded to himself.
“Okay Julie, if you want to behave like that go right ahead. But don’t expect me to like it. You’re my wife. Not a fifteen year old brat who lacks the self-control that you just demonstrated.”
Immediately I felt my mouth move into a pout and I began to formulate my response. I did NOT like his tone. The silence from him let me know my thoughts were written on my face and I wisely bit my tongue. Inside I felt angry, angry out of proportion to the situation, I knew I was out of control
inside, I knew I was acting like a brat but was unable to be any other way.
I felt hot tears prick my eyes and I blinked them away. I felt miserable about using that language and tone but I wanted to use more, I wanted to kick something! It took effort to pull away from my self-absorption and listen to his words as he continued his speech.
“For months now, and I mean months you have pouted and sulked. You have let the house fall apart Julie, the dishes, the laundry all the basics. I have been patient.” He paused and looked at me as I mutely nodded, yes he had
been patient but somehow that made it worse. “I’m done. I have had it. I can’t handle this attitude from you and either it changes or I go.”
At my guttural cry he sank down beside me and pulled me too him.
“Aw Jules, god I love you but you have to stop this shit little girl!” His words triggered a torrent of tears. Hot confused tears as I sobbed against him.
“Ken please please sorry I'm sorry sorry please Ken” I burrowed against him tearful and remorseful.
He held me and rocked me, making shushing noises as my tears finally began to slow. His hand made passes up and down my back soothing me until my breath was steady. Once I was over my tears he sat me up and looked at me quietly.
“Jules, Julie my Julie…..tell me what you want. Tell me what you need. Because I cant give that to you unless you tell me. I can’t read your punkin head you know” His thumbs wiped my tears as he looked at me, waiting for me to explain my attitude my anger my…okay I can say it… my brattiness. There was only one problem and it was a biggie. I didn’t know. I didn’t know why I was acting the way I was nor why I had been doing this month after month.
Haltingly I tried to explain.
“I, I get angry? I don’t feel like you notice me anymore Ken. I know you love me? But I don’t feel like you even notice me unless I’m not doing what I should.” I paused and sniffled.
“ Then you stopped noticing me when I was bein’ a brat too. But it was too late I couldn’t stoppppppp” I started crying again, knowing I sounded dumb but unable to clarify the emotions swirling inside of me. “ I needed your attention n I didn’t know how to get it and I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m
sorrryyyyy!” Suddenly I felt angry again. I had needed him and he never noticed, even letting the dishes pile up, avoiding paying bills, even all that wasn’t enough to get his attention dammit! I sat up and glared at him, letting him see just how angry I was.
His slight frown and furrowed brow let me know he was listening. But I wanted him to act, not just listen. I needed something more.
“So let me understand Julie.” He paused for a moment.
“You did all this shit because you wanted attention? You acted like a bitch, like a spoiled brat because I didn’t give you enough attention?? Never mind the fact that I work full time and you don’t never mind the fact that I do
things around the house that I run errands. Never mind that you spend hours and hours online chatting. Yes I have looked thru the history on the pc, yes I know where you have been..” His voice trailed off in a tone of disbelief
as he shook his head.
Suddenly his words penetrated my anger. I had been awful, month after month of awful. Looking at him tearfully I nodded to him, that yes, attention was all I wanted.
“Jesus you have pissed me off beyond belief Julie. Truly pissed me off this time. I need to think, I need to get out of here for a bit before I say something at your level, something rude and nasty.” He looked at me and jammed his hands into his pockets.
Still crying I stood up as well. “Nooooo please Ken don’t go don’t leave me please I will be perfect honest just don’t leave me!” I felt nearly hysterical at the thought of losing him, pushing him was one thing but losing him quite another.
He took a step back.
“I’m not leaving for good. I need air. I need to think. I need to decide things here Julie. You may feel hurt that I didn’t give you attention, well I’m pretty damned hurt by you not even telling me but acting like a fucking brat instead.” With that he spun on his heel and strode out the door. He didn’t slam it, he just shut it. Somehow that was scarier, the controlled anger.
For long moments I listened to the silence hoping to hear his returning footsteps. As the tears trickled down my cheeks I began to realize there was a good chance I had gone too far. I looked around the living room seeing it
for the first time in ages. Piles of books and magazines, laundry and a scattering of dishes all covered in a fine patina of dust. Some of the books had been on the floor for weeks possibly longer. With a self-pitying sniffle I stood up and began to carry dishes into the messy kitchen. I felt
overwhelmed; the kitchen was so messy I hadn’t a place for more dirty dishes! Slowly I began at one end of the counter working my way to the sink.
Two hours later the kitchen shone and the living room was passable. But I was exhausted, from the emotional turmoil then the cleaning spree. I looked around with a tired yet satisfied feeling. Tired, grubby and ready for a bubble bath once I cleaned the tub. I grabbed a beer and the cleanser and headed upstairs. It was strange feeling, I was tired. I may have lost my husband. My house was messy. But somehow, somehow I felt better about things. Maybe just that Ken now knew why I was sad. Or maybe just the fast cleaning job freshened the house enough to feel better. Cleaning the tub didn’t even seem that hard after all those dishes!
I poured a triple amount of bubbles into the sparkly tub and opened the beer. Setting it on the edge of the tub I shed my jeans and tshirt and gratefully sank down to chin level. I leaned back letting the water slosh over me, warm warm bubbly water. Between sips of beer I began to wonder
where Ken was. I hoped his temper had cooled, that he had forgiven me. After all I had cleaned a bit! Not onlycleaned but straightened too. As the water cooled I imagined his pleased face when he returned to the clean kitchen and
the cleanish living room. Scooping up a handful of bubbles I blew them onto the tile wall and grinned. Of course he would forgive me. He loved me! And I had cleaned. Lets not forget I had made a good attempt today, nearly two rooms cleaned!
I slid down into the tub dunking my head then sitting up with a smile. Now I was eager for Ken to return home, eager for his praise and attention. With my toes I flipped the toggle for the drain then stood up and whisked the bubbles from my skin with the flat of my hand. Wrapping in my towel I stepped from the tub and finished the last gulp from my beer. Leaving it on the edge of the tub I headed into the bedroom where I stood at my closet doing that clothing debate thingie. Jeans, sweats? Pretty or comfy? I opted
for comfy, donning soft cotton pull-on pants and an oversized tshirt. Not glamorous but soft and snuggly. I flopped onto the bed and reached for my book. Books are always a nice way to spend waiting time and I was tired of
waiting for Ken already.
I must have fallen asleep, suddenly it was nearly dark and the quiet was different. I sat up and rubbed my eyes, knocking my book to the floor with a thump. I rolled to my tummy and reached down for my book and set it on my
bedside table. Focusing, I saw an envelope propped against my clock, an envelope with my name written in black marker. JULIE the letters jumped out at me.
My first thought was panic, that Ken had come back and left this note to tell me that he was gone. With a whimper I tore it open, ripping the envelope in my haste for the bad words.
Julie, I have decided to forgive you depending upon
How you handle the rest of this evening.
Julie its really up to you now, its your choice.
I will be waiting for you downstairs.
You will come downstairs to the living room
Do not speak until spoken to. Failure in that
Will cause serious trouble Julie.
I felt a strange uncertainty inside as I studied his signature. It was his writing yes but not his attitude and I was worried. This was something new and strange but part of me, there was part of me that resonated to his show of strength. I bit my lip then set his letter down. Yes, I would do as my husband said. Within reason, maybe. Or I would try. I felt suddenly shy and nervous oh so nervous. I went to my dresser and studied myself in the mirror, brushing my long dark hair I looked for signs of the disquiet and apprehension that I felt inside.
Slowly I descended the staircase, feeling my way down in the near dark of the evening. I didn’t want to turn on the light, I wasn’t sure what was going to happen and I felt that turning on the light would announce my presence before I was ready. Ready for what I had no idea, but surely
something was about to happen. The oak flooring was cool under my feet as I crept closer to the living room. I could see the flickering of candles and the very quiet strains of classical music. Confused I moved closer. Candles and music meant romance not trouble! I stood straighter as I realized that my fast cleaning worked better than I anticipated. Not only was I forgiven but he was pleased enough for candles and pretty music too! I still worried at his directive for silence from me. I am very not good at silence. At all.
Ever. I even talk in my sleep on a regular basis. I slipped into the room and stopped abruptly but thankfully without a sound.
Ken was sitting in a chair brought in from the dining room. A high backed wooden chair. There was a second chair set in the far corner, facing outward. Hesitantly I edged closer, looking at him with what had to be obvious confusion on my face. He watched me silently as I moved step by step to him. I wasn’t sure where to go, what to do. I couldn’t ask him that was the only thing I was sure of. My gaze skipped past my husband to the table next to him. Now I gasped aloud and threw him a pleading look.
He smiled.
He saw my eyes take in the ping-pong paddle and what seemed to be but couldn’t be because we don’t use sex toys ohgosh what seemed to be an anal plug. A big one. Of course they all look big when you haven’t ever felt one I suppose. He could probably hear the sudden thudding of my heart. It was
about the only thing I could hear in this silent room with this man who was so unlike the Ken I knew.
“Julie. It starts now. You can say no at any time but Julie if you do, then its over. This is your last chance.”
I nodded wordlessly to him, telling him that I knew. I felt a cold ball of fear in my belly, I wanted to run. I wanted to run away and I wanted to run to him. I wanted to cry and I wanted to ask him what was going on. I didn’t, I stood there and nodded because I didn’t know what else to do. My reaction must have pleased him because he nodded then smiled to me. When he smiled things went ok again inside of me, that was Kens smile! I took a deep breath knowing that he wouldn’t really hurt me.
“Now Julie, you said you needed attention from me. That you acted like a bitch to get that attention, right?”
Plainly put like that I sounded like a brat. I held back my sigh as I nodded to him. His smile was acknowledgment that I had been correct in nodding. I still was scared, but suddenly felt safe as well. I moved closer to Ken, until I was at his side. My mouth was dry and I could have sworn my heart was louder than the music playing in the background. I felt knock kneed and nearly weak. The strangest combination of fear and need was inside of me. I couldn’t tell which was stronger but I felt dizzy from it all.
“Darling Julie, lay over my lap. I am going to paddle you until your ass is cherry red and I think you have had enough.” He waited for his words to sink in, smiling faintly as I chewed on my bottom lip. Akwardly I laid myself down over his lap, face down. It wasn’t comfortable and I wriggled until my toes touched the floor on one side and my hands on the other side. I felt unbelievably unsure of things. I knew that he had to have seen all the
websites I had been to, the ones featuring spanking and discipline. That was so embarrassing, knowing that he had seen those images that aroused me so. Possibly read the same stories that played over and over in my mind. When
his hand came down and rested on the curve of my ass I nearly whimpered. His other hand went to my upper back, stroking me softly. Both hands petted me, light soft strokes over the thin fabric that was my only protection. His soothing hands gentled my trembling but not the inner trembling. The hand lifted and he tugged the soft pants higher, pulling the fabric into the crack of my ass almost painfully high.
“Baby, you can’t do this anymore. You know that don’t you? You know you have been a brat for too long, out of control and unpleasant to be around. I love you Julie and I’m not going to let this continue. You can accept this punishment or not, its up to you baby, its up to you.” He didn’t sound
angry, he sounded sad. The tone of his voice sparked more tears as I nodded my acquiescence. Yes, I needed and deserved this. Yes I had been out of control. Yes. Yes. To all of it yes.
The hand on my back slide down and held me down to his lap. His other hand I couldn’t feel or see. I whimpered again, this time in real fear. Fear of pain, fear that the reality would be so different from the fantasies I had had of being spanked. Of being held accountable for my actions finally.
“You know that expression ‘it will hurt me more than it will hurt you’? Not true baby, this is going to hurt you a lot. I have the feeling this is the only way you will learn.” I heard him inhale and I tensed, my hands clenching into fists. My world exploded into hot red pain, the sharp pain felt like it was all through me and not just centered on my ass. It took all of my willpower to not reach back with my hands and cover myself as I cried.
Again and again, I lost track. I was lost in a haze ofpain, his left hand holding me down and his right hand bringing that paddle down on me. I cried harder when he stopped, his fingertips gently traced over my throbbing skin. He leaned down and blew gently on the inflamed skin making me lift to him. His hand gently patted me, lovingly now. His hand stroked until the fire abated and only a deep warm glow was left. I was cried out, lying over his lap. Drained of anger and tears. His voice seemed very far away as he spoke.
“Stand up Julie, please.” His hand lifted me, helped me stand up on shaky legs. I was too embarrassed to look at him, my husband who just spanked me. And so hard too! I looked down to see his hand tug at the drawstring,
loosening them. I wriggled to help him, and they slid down my legs to land in a puddle. The cool air felt nice on my ass, cool and soft. I finally looked up at him shyly. Looking at his face for the first time since his hand disciplined me.
As earlier that evening he used his thumbs to gently wipe my tears.
“Back over my lap Julie, I am not done yet with you” His voice was stern but his eyes were loving. Or I couldn’t have done it again, my ass felt like it was on fire and my legs could barely hold me up. As I lay back down over his
lap I had such a curious feeling of relief. Of being safe.
I lay limply over his legs as I had before, my toes touching the floor and my fingers as well. His hand gently parted my legs. His leg under my pelvis lifted, making my ass rise higher. As I squirmed in embarrassment his right
hand gently started patting my bottom. Not hard ones but soft pats covering me from top to bottom then side to side. Delicate touches that made me shiver inside and lift slightly to his hand. I heard him chuckle softly after I finally whimpered. He dipped a finger, sliding it down into the wetness of my slit. I squinched my eyes shut as he found me so very wet and I heard myself gasp as his finger slid effortlessly into me. His finger stroked in and out so slowly I wanted to beg him for more. The only sound I
made was a frustrated whine when he rotated his finger then pulled it out leaving me panting with need. He laughed again softly knowing that he was driving me crazy.
His hand slapped the insides of my thighs back and forth rapidly. I quickly opened them for him and was rewarded with soft caresses to take away the stingy left behind. I felt cool, alien a not Ken touch. Again I whimpered,
the anal plug was unexpectedly cold and smooth. He pressed it into my pussy, sliding it deep into my wetness. With a groan I lifted to him again, greedy for this new sensation. I tightened on it, hoping to cum, needing to cum. When he slid it from me I nearly spoke, begged for him to fuck me with it, with anything.
When he pressed it to my ass I wanted to beg again. Ididn’t know if I wanted it or not. He took away my choice,twisting it and steadily pressing inward. I tried to not tense, to accept this into my body but it was bigger and harder than I was used to. I cried out again feeling the pain as he
pressed it into me in one swift moment.
“Owwwwwww hurts hurts Kenny hurtssssss” I was terrified at having broken his rule but the pain was stronger that I had imagined, I felt uncomfortably full.
Immediately his hands stroked me, his left hand on my back and his right hand teasing between my legs. His fingers found my clit and he began to tug carefully, stroking my clit until the arousal was greater than the pain. As I squirmed again he stroked faster until I was so very close to cumming. Hot need inside of me, filling my senses until I was nothing but need. Not Julie, simply need. Wet and wanting. The world crashed in on me when in one move his hands and fingers left me and before I knew it I was standing up again.
Swaying on my feet I looked at him in confusion. I had been about to cum and now I was standing up? Oh I didn’t like this turn of events one bit! The plug in my ass felt weird though no longer painful, just strange and new. My thighs were wet and all I could think of was cumming. I pressed my legs together hoping that I could cum from just that slight pressure but no way. I was beyond need now. Ken looked at me with a half smile on his face then he pointed to the chair set in the corner.
“Julie. Go sit. Facing the corner with your arms hugging the back of the chair. While you sit there I want you to do some thinking, think about why you ended up there and if you want to end up there again.” He laughed as he held his glistening fingers up. “Somehow I think you will end up there a lot Julie, don’t you?”
I could feel myself blush as I made my way to the hard chair. The plug did NOT make for easy walking; coupled with my reddened ass it was not the easiest journey. I could feel Ken’s eyes on me the whole walk across the room but I didn’t dare look back at him. Gingerly I sat down. The first sensation was coolness, the coolness of the wood then the second sensation was UGH as sitting down made the plug go deeper into me (and yes, it felt much much bigger than the reality of it).
Quietly I sat, facing the corner. My mind was filled with thoughts and my body was filled with needs. I couldn’t help but wonder if the was the turning point our marriage needed, the turning point that I needed. I wondered what mischief I could get into next week after this spanking wore off! The possibilities were endless…….
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