II
The next morning when the bank opened, Tammi knew enough about Johnny to want to
marry him, they had driven and sat and talked all over town, usually until a
police officer told them they couldn't be somewhere. She found out his full name
and rolled her new name on her tongue. Tamitha Erin Anderson. She smiled at
him. He took money out of the bank, and she laughingly asked him how much.
This was her first mistake since agreeing to marry him.
"Enough," he growled.
She was taken aback, "I thought finances belonged to both partners in a
marriage," she said cautiously.
"You'll learn," He said, and grinned evilly.
She flinched backward in her seat, waiting for the blow to land, and now it was
his turn to stare in shock.
She hadn't told him about Jimmy, she had hoped it would never come up.
It was like he knew instantly, there they were in the parking lot of the bank
and he reached over gently and put an arm around her, she flinched again when he
touched her.
"You have to talk about it, you know." He told her solemnly.
"Not now, not ever, please," she whined.
"Not now, but eventually," he said.
"I'll understand if you don't want me any more," she said looking down, she knew
this was something a lot of guys took to heart, she'd make them angry and they'd
get frustrated and then they'd try to touch her to calm her down and she'd end
up huddling in a corner crying, always silently. Most of them never hit her,
but it didn't matter. It was far too easy to hide.
"Maybe, with a shrink some day, but I don't want you to know, you don't want to
hear it, and I don't want you to think of me that way." She had never admitted
to anyone that she had been abused, her mom had always taught her to be a
strong, independent woman, and yet, she didn't really want that, she wanted to
be under someone's control, even if that meant being beaten. Maybe that's why
she had put up with it for so long.
He tilted her chin up again with his finger so she could meet his steely gaze,
"We'll discuss this later." He promised, and she knew he was going to make good
on that.
They drove for almost four hours, listening to music and talking some more,
about everything and nothing. When they finally got into a bigger city, she
looked around and felt at home. Tammi looked over at Johnny and smiled. He
stopped at a hotel, which looked expensive, but since Tammi had only stayed at
three or four in her life and most of those were pretty seedy she didn't have
much to compare it to.
"Wait here," he said and got out to go register them.
She waited patiently and changed the radio station to a different channel, one
that was playing much better music in her opinion.
When he came back to the car, he scowled at her; she glanced up at him, and
quickly turned the radio back to where it was. He took the keys and told her
the room number.
Tammi skipped ahead looking for the room and patiently waited while he caught up
and opened the door.
The room was huge in Tammi's opinion. There was a large bathroom, a huge king
size bed, and a sitting area. She glanced at Johnny who was taking off his
shoes and sat in one of the chairs. She realized that although they had talked
she didn't know nearly a much about him as he did about her. She tended to run
on at the mouth, and offer too much information.
"Did you say you lived with your parents?" She asked.
"No. I didn't say." He smiled.
Tammi's brow furrowed trying to remember. She could've sworn he had said that.
"Don't worry about it for now. We need to talk." He said and pointed to the
chair across from his.
"Can I get a drink first?" She asked tentatively.
"Certainly," He smiled, waiting.
She stood there a moment, and realized she had no money, and she was almost out
of cigarettes. He had gotten a smoking room because she smoked, and he did as
well, occasionally.
She blushed furiously and looked at the floor, "Never mind." She said.
"If you want something, just ask." He said pointedly.
"Well I did, I just forgot that I'm broke," she giggled nervously.
"I know." He smiled again, "And I bet that pack of cigarettes is running low
too."
She looked up at him sharply, she wanted a cigarette desperately, but with only
three left, and not knowing where she was going to get another pack from she
didn't want to smoke one too soon.
His smile instantly turned into a menacing scowl and she dropped her eyes.
Johnny was musing at this. Was she naturally submissive, or was it just from a
bad experience. He couldn't believe it. Here was a girl with no ties to
anyone, hardly, and the ones she did have were weak at best. She had accepted
his offer of marriage, almost as soon as the words were out of his mouth, hell
almost as soon as she'd met him. Now came time to breach the dreaded subject;
the one that most women thought was a joke. He had been in the lifestyle only a
few years, but enough to know what he wanted and what he liked. He saw it all in
her.
Slowly he took out his wallet, and produced a ten dollar bill, and the keys to
the car.
Tammi looked up wonderingly.
"Go get a coke and a pack of cigarettes, whatever brand you like. Then go to
the trunk of the car, there's something there, you'll know it when you see it.
Carry it carefully back here and hand it to me."
She took the money and keys and stuffed them into her pocket.
He picked the keycard up from the table between the chairs and held it out.
"You won't be able to get back in without this." He said smiling.
She giggled and danced over to get the card. She kissed his cheek, whispered
thank you in his ear, and walked out the door.
Johnny got up and walked over to the window, watching her beautiful ass bounce
down the stairs towards the lobby. He watched intently as she walked out about
5 minutes later, lighting a cigarette and practically skipping to the car. She
opened the trunk and started rummaging, and then she stopped pulling her hands
back as if the trunk were on fire. Johnny chuckled softly, what was running
through her head, he thought.
Tammi lit a cigarette as she walked out of the lobby and over to the car. She
opened the trunk and at first couldn't see anything he could possibly want.
There was a blanket, change of clothes, everything people were supposed to carry
in their car in case they got stuck in cold weather. A spare tire a jack, then
she began moving things, she shifted the blanket and felt something solid
underneath, she moved it further, and looked down pulling her hands away
quickly. At first she didn't know what it was, and then gingerly she pulled the
rest of the blanket back to reveal a two foot long fraternity paddle. No holes,
but at almost half an inch thick and four inches across it was formidable to say
the least. She glanced back into the trunk, then up at the hotel room. She
thought briefly of running away and seeing if she could possibly get her room
back at the shelter, what kind of man was this? She thought. She touched the
paddle tentatively, it was smooth, not a scratch on it, and hard, but somehow,
sensual, she liked it immediately. She ran her fingers along it, teasingly, and
then glanced back up at the hotel room. She could've sworn she had seen Johnny
outlined in the window. She shrugged to herself, and picked the paddle up
gingerly between her right thumb and forefinger. Taking a long drag on her
cigarette she closed the trunk grabbed the keys from the lock, and started back
up to the hotel room, trying to hide the plank of wood she was holding from
anyone who might be watching.
Johnny watched her, and when she looked back down at the trunk he moved over to
the other window, partially shielding himself with the curtain. He heard the
trunk close and watched as she gingerly held the paddle away from her body and
continued to try and hide it beneath her skimpy clothing. This made him laugh.
When she was almost to the door he sat back down in his chair and waited for
her.
She came in with a cigarette lit, a coke opened and almost half gone, and the
paddle still held between thumb and forefinger, although he guessed her hand was
starting to cramp from the weight. She tossed the paddle on the bed, the
keycard on the table, and handed Johnny his keys.
He looked up at her, 'We're going to have fun.' He thought.
"Nothing for me?" he asked raising an eyebrow.
"The paddle is on the bed, the keycard is right there, and I gave you your
keys." She returned haughtily.
"Since you obviously know what it is, I assume you know how it's to be used?" he
said, still scowling at her.
"Yeah, a guy I dated went through a period where he liked to tie me up and spank
me, but he got over it." She replied, then she realized what she had just said,
and blushed furiously.
He laughed.
"Did you enjoy it?" He asked pointedly.
She thought back to the few play sessions that she and Jimmy had had before he
decided that it was better to just kick the crap out of her.
"It was better then the alternative." She decided.
Abruptly she mashed the cigarette out in the ashtray and lit another. She
offered the pack to Johnny and he shook his head and then leaned forward and
took hers out of her hand. She looked at him feigning shock and then took the
last one in the old pack and put it in her mouth to light it. He took this one
too. Now she was getting mad.
"Okay, I know we don't know each other that well, but there's one thing you
should know, don't fuck with the cigarettes, I only smoke when I need them."
Johnny snubbed the cigarette out in the ashtray, leaned forward, grabbed her
wrist and pulled her over his lap. She struggled until the first swat landed on
her right ass cheek.
She screamed, mostly in shock it didn't really hurt.
"Hey, quit it!" she whined at him, "This isn't funny."
"It's not meant to be funny." He growled back.
"Boy! Are you sexy when you're angry," she giggled.
A harder swat landed on the other cheek.
"Okay, that hurt." She said half-seriously.
"But we're just getting started." He said mockingly.
"WHAT?!" she screamed at him.
He continued to spank her, alternating between her cheeks and gradually
increasing the severity with each slap.
"Johnny, come on," she mewed, "Stop please, and I'll show you something."
"Quiet."
"Johnny quit, please."
"Lift up," he replied,
She tried to get up and he growled at her, and gently bit the side of her neck.
Her legs buckled and she was kneeling beside him, head up eyes down her hands on
her thighs.
'Somebody did a number on her.' He thought briefly.
"Get up," he ordered.
She stood and kept her eyes down.
He unbuttoned her shorts, and she didn't move, he slid them down to mid-thigh
and they fell to the floor, she was shaved bald, and no underwear.
"Where's your underwear?" he asked briefly.
"I don't own any." she replied quietly, "I always did hate it."
He smiled softly, and gently pulled her back over his lap.
"Now we need to get a few things straight right off the bat."
Her defiance was slowly coming back, "I think we should've gotten that out of
the way yesterday," she replied curtly.
His only response was a resounding smack on her left upturned cheek.
There was a red handprint forming.
She yelped and tried to cover her bottom with her hands.
"First rule, don't put your hands back here, if you do it again, I'll keep them
from coming back here."
The idea of having her hands tied suddenly sent tingles down her spine, straight
to her already damp sex. Johnny saw the goosebumps down her back and smiled to
himself.
"Now, let's get on with it."
"Yes, Sir," she replied.
"If you want a cigarette, ask for them, if you don't have to ask, they will be
in your possession. I don't use titles, Sir, Master, Dom, they're all titles,
and I've never used them, if you want to, go ahead, but they're not expected.
If you want something, you ask politely and respectfully for it. When I give
you a task you complete it, to the letter. I realize this will take time and
I'll give you a break here and there as I see fit, but your behavior since
seeing the paddle has been atrocious. I know you don't know much if anything
about the lifestyle I'm showing you and I'll answer questions, and fill you in
as much as possible. If you're up for it though, I'd like to see what kind of
threshold you have, and what you enjoy and don't."
Her face broke out in a huge smile.
"Thank you," was all she could manage.
He smiled down at her; this was going to be fun.
