explode in flight within me and I smile letting a happy sigh escape from between my smiling lips.
“Oh no, no, no, no, no, my love. You have royally fucked up, and you are about to suffer the consequences, mouse—greatly.”
Before I can put his words together the sound of his leather belt slicing through the air is the only warning I’m allowed and less than a second later it lashes across my flesh. After the first whack signals the beginning of my punishment, he relentlessly continues whaling the belt over my flesh from mid-thigh to the small of my back, harder and faster, as he rains down the mother of all spankings. I lose count somewhere between fifty and sixty but it goes on much longer after I lose count.
Tears run down my cheeks, neck and chest, chapping the skin before more salty tears sear down their same paths. Snot runs from my nose and down my chin, but still I remain unmoved and completely quiet.
I feel myself separate before backing into the recesses of my mind. I take the small little abused girl who has already fallen so very deeply in love with Roman and I mentally wrap her up in a soft down, fuzzy blanket and hide her in the farthest, darkest corner of my mind, rocking her to sleep.
Once she’s tucked away I surface as only a shell of the woman who walked into this hotel room tipsy, giddy, excited, and in love only an hour and a half ago.
If it’s silence and unmoving he wants, then silent unmoving he will get. I shut down every single part of me. Draw down the shudders around my heart and my soul, as well as the windows to both…my eyes.
He wants nothing. Then he will have it.
I feel absolutely nothing. Not for him, and not for my life nor my existence.
I feel nothing when he speaks and I stare into his sparkling manic eyes as his crisp, sharp words fall from his maniacal smiling lips. “I said,” He chuckles and it does nothing but prove he is Satan in the flesh, “If you ever called me ‘Romie’ again that I would tear the skin from your ass. And so I have. Now, I want you out of my face this instant. Go and clean your drunken, repulsive self up. You absolutely fucking disgust me.”
I stare deadly into his eyes still unmoving and it causes his eyebrows to shoot up to his hairline. “Did you not hear me? Or has your sanity finally slipped? GET OUT OF MY SIGHT, NOW! ”
My gaze slowly moves to the door I assume is the master bedroom, which holds the master bathroom and I step forward making my way towards it, the sound of my heels clicking against the marble floor is the only sound heard echoing through the suite.
I start my bath using nothing but hot water then pour lavender, vanilla oils and bath salts into the steaming water. While I lean against the wall with the phone between my shoulder and ear I feel the blood running in rivulets down the back of my thighs soaking the material of my hose as I unbuckle the ankle clasps on each heel before slipping them off and then pulling the bloody hose from each of my legs. When the front desk answers my call I speak in a dead calm voice, “Yes, would you please send up hydrogen peroxide, gauze, and antibiotic ointment to Mr. Payne’s suite. I’ve done quite the number on a few of my fingers while trying to make a salad for dinner and it seems I’ve accidently cut them pretty deep so I’ll need you to please bring as much as you can. Thank you.”
I’m only somewhat cognizant of the piping hot water burning and blistering my skin as I sink into the massive tub. I feel my skin tighten, then feel as the blisters form and fill with serous fluid as the bath salts dig into the wounds Roman’s belt left by stripping the skin away. I thankfully do not feel the pain or burns, only the transformation occurring as a result of the injuries caused by both Roman and myself.
Perhaps he was correct in his assumption. My sanity may have very well, finally, blissfully slipped.
I’m uncertain of how much time has passed while I’ve gone through
“Oh no, no, no, no, no, my love. You have royally fucked up, and you are about to suffer the consequences, mouse—greatly.”
Before I can put his words together the sound of his leather belt slicing through the air is the only warning I’m allowed and less than a second later it lashes across my flesh. After the first whack signals the beginning of my punishment, he relentlessly continues whaling the belt over my flesh from mid-thigh to the small of my back, harder and faster, as he rains down the mother of all spankings. I lose count somewhere between fifty and sixty but it goes on much longer after I lose count.
Tears run down my cheeks, neck and chest, chapping the skin before more salty tears sear down their same paths. Snot runs from my nose and down my chin, but still I remain unmoved and completely quiet.
I feel myself separate before backing into the recesses of my mind. I take the small little abused girl who has already fallen so very deeply in love with Roman and I mentally wrap her up in a soft down, fuzzy blanket and hide her in the farthest, darkest corner of my mind, rocking her to sleep.
Once she’s tucked away I surface as only a shell of the woman who walked into this hotel room tipsy, giddy, excited, and in love only an hour and a half ago.
If it’s silence and unmoving he wants, then silent unmoving he will get. I shut down every single part of me. Draw down the shudders around my heart and my soul, as well as the windows to both…my eyes.
He wants nothing. Then he will have it.
I feel absolutely nothing. Not for him, and not for my life nor my existence.
I feel nothing when he speaks and I stare into his sparkling manic eyes as his crisp, sharp words fall from his maniacal smiling lips. “I said,” He chuckles and it does nothing but prove he is Satan in the flesh, “If you ever called me ‘Romie’ again that I would tear the skin from your ass. And so I have. Now, I want you out of my face this instant. Go and clean your drunken, repulsive self up. You absolutely fucking disgust me.”
I stare deadly into his eyes still unmoving and it causes his eyebrows to shoot up to his hairline. “Did you not hear me? Or has your sanity finally slipped? GET OUT OF MY SIGHT, NOW! ”
My gaze slowly moves to the door I assume is the master bedroom, which holds the master bathroom and I step forward making my way towards it, the sound of my heels clicking against the marble floor is the only sound heard echoing through the suite.
I start my bath using nothing but hot water then pour lavender, vanilla oils and bath salts into the steaming water. While I lean against the wall with the phone between my shoulder and ear I feel the blood running in rivulets down the back of my thighs soaking the material of my hose as I unbuckle the ankle clasps on each heel before slipping them off and then pulling the bloody hose from each of my legs. When the front desk answers my call I speak in a dead calm voice, “Yes, would you please send up hydrogen peroxide, gauze, and antibiotic ointment to Mr. Payne’s suite. I’ve done quite the number on a few of my fingers while trying to make a salad for dinner and it seems I’ve accidently cut them pretty deep so I’ll need you to please bring as much as you can. Thank you.”
I’m only somewhat cognizant of the piping hot water burning and blistering my skin as I sink into the massive tub. I feel my skin tighten, then feel as the blisters form and fill with serous fluid as the bath salts dig into the wounds Roman’s belt left by stripping the skin away. I thankfully do not feel the pain or burns, only the transformation occurring as a result of the injuries caused by both Roman and myself.
Perhaps he was correct in his assumption. My sanity may have very well, finally, blissfully slipped.
I’m uncertain of how much time has passed while I’ve gone through
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