Marshall Revisited
Friday, February 5th, 2010Savannah heard the familiar sound letting her know she received a text. She pulled out her phone expecting it to be her girlfriend. She clicks on the text and sees it’s from Marshall.
“Hello Savannah.”
Savannah texts back, “Good Morning, how have you been?”
“Call me.”
Savannah got instant butterflies. She had given him an update of this last week. In her update she told him about falling asleep in the tub again, which in the past was a serious offense. She also let him know her girlfriend had gotten spanked because they had been texting past bedtime. There was one more incident she let him know about. The dog had chewed two pairs of shoes and a computer cord. When she saw the cord, Savannah lost her temper. She was swearing and tossed him in the garage, slamming the door so hard she chinked the molding. She didn’t realize anyone was home until her daughter and her friend peeked over the railing. She apologized profusely to the girls. Her hands began to tremble because she was nervous. She had a hard time dialing the numbers.
“Hello.”
“Hi, I have been reading over your e-mail. Was last week just a joke? Did I not get my point across! ”
“No, it wasn’t a joke.”
“I didn’t get your journal?”
“I didn’t do it.” Savannah almost whispered.
There was a long pause. The longer the silence the more Savannah’s stomach became knotted.
“I think you and I need to meet again…today.”
“Marshall, I am still bruised. It still stings when I take a shower.”
“Did you use the Arnica?”
“I did! It’s not working.” Savannah realized she best get her tone in check.
“Can you meet me now?”
Savannah hesitated, “Yes, I can get away, but I have to be back at noon to pick up my daughter.”
Marshall gave her an address to meet him. She tried several times to input in her GPS, but her hands were shaking and it took several attempts. She should have lied. She should have told him she was busy. On her way she called her friend.
“Hey Good Morning,” Marilyn was cheerful on the other end.
“Guess who called and wants to see me?”
“Does it start with M?”
“Yes.”
“Turn around and go back!” Marilyn had an undertone of laughter in her voice.
“I can’t! He is expecting me.”
“
Tell him you ran out of gas.”
“Yea, so when he comes to get me and sees I’m lying….um, no.”
“I’ll call you when I am done.”
While Savannah drove she tried to understand how this man could intimidate her so much. How he could have such a huge play on her emotions. Savannah drove up to the house. As she approached him, she tried to walk with confidence, because inside she felt like jelly. She hugged him at the door. Marshall ushered Savannah to a room where a chair was sitting in the middle, and a few pillows had been laid over it.
“I want you to take your pants off and go lean over.”
“Wait…can I talk?”
“Only if your response is going to be, yes sir.”
As Savannah took her pants down she pleaded that she was still so bruised and to please have mercy. She could tell she was speaking to deaf ears. She messed up, and like before he would decide how much was too much.
He pulled her panties down. She started to protest. He would not listen. Moments later she felt the thick strap smack across the center of her backside. Instantly, pain shot through her still sore bottom. She started to stand, as another one connected.
“Stay down.” Marshall was very stern.
“I’m trying. It hurts!”
“I want you to grab the legs of the chair. Don’t make me use this on your thighs.”
Smack! Smack! Smack! As the spanking continued the leather continued to hit in perfect placement as the last. Tears began to roll down her face. He picked up Stinger, the one that had two thick pieces of leather attached to the handle. She tried to remain calm but her backside was burning, and she knew how bad this was going to hurt.
“You are going to get nine more.”
Savannah gripped the legs of the chair bracing for the sting.
“Owwww!” She cried out as the tears rolled down her face. She had tried really hard not to cry, to find that angry place, but this time the pain was winning.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Savannah started to stand.
“Do you want this to be nine or thirty-nine? Get back down.”
“Nine.” Savannah spurted out quickly.
“Next time you stand you are adding ten more.”
Savannah counted the last few in her head trying to stay down. The pain was searing, she was almost sure that some of her skin was attached to the leather. Marshall helped her stand. She held him and cried, she didn’t hold back this time and it felt good. He handed her the pants that had been laid on the floor. She was having a hard time figuring which was the inside and which was the out. She managed to slide them back on, her hands still trembling while trying to button them. She slipped her heels back on and headed for the door.
“I promise I’ll be good.”
“Good, because I won’t hesitate to whoop your butt again,” Marshall gave her a little swat.
She gave him a hug and headed towards her car. She never planned on having him revisit her backside so soon. She called back her girlfriend telling her everything was alright. She knew by the sound of her voice Marilyn could tell she had been crying. She pulled up to the gym. She decided to text Marshall because she forgot to thank him.
“Marshall, thank you. I PROMISE I will be good. Sorry I cried.”
It wasn’t but a minute later he replied. “You are welcome. It is GOOD to cry.”
He had attached a smiley face. Savannah tried to smile despite the burning that was intensifying just sitting. She checked her make-up trying to wipe away any streaks and walked inside. Heading straight for the bathroom she wanted to see the damage. She locked the door, pulled her pants and panties down and looked in the mirror. Several large bruises had formed a layer over the previous ones. She stood there just shaking her head. Savannah decided she was going to make sure her updates were on time, watch her mouth, and also make a serious attempt at bedtime. The next call she had with him she wanted to tell him she is doing all that is expected. Savannah opened the door and walked gingerly to retrieve her daughter.
