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Posted by NakMuay on Mon 26 May 08, 5:35 PM

Tom sat down on the centre of his sofa. He looked at the clock. Half four. She'd be back from uni soon. His hand gripped the cane next to him tightly. Was this the right thing to do? Did she need this? Being dominant in these situations wasn't easy. You are the final arbiter of what takes place between the two of you and so it is you that is ultimately responsible for the emotions that result. Tom took a deep breath and steeled himself. This was the right thing to do. To the outside world what was about to happen would seem psychologically and physically cruel, even barbaric. Yet he knew Alex in a way most people could never know her. This would help her, he knew it.

Alex bustled through the front door, arms full of Eng Lit books from the library. She smiled at him in an uncertain way – he could tell she was ashamed of the way she had acted the night before and possibly nervous of what was to come her way as a result of it. Tom doubted she had any real idea. Alex and he had gone out with her uni friends to the Funky Buddha Lounge. It had been a good night and Tom had been enjoying watching Alex slut it out on the dance floor as usual, whilst he sipped rum with lemonade at the bar and made pissed conversation with her friends. But then she'd ruined it all. He'd been chatting to one of her friends Janine, perfectly innocently, just trying to ingratiate himself in her social circle as a good boyfriend should. (To an extent anyway.) Then, in the corner of his eye, he'd seen her scowling at them. He'd turned to her, sensing she was thinking the ridiculous, and raised a quizzical eyebrow. At that, Alex had turned and stomped out of the club, for all the world looking like a little girl in a huff. He'd offered quick apologies to Janine and headed out after her to try and sort her out a bit.

The cold air had obviously hit Alex and brought her drunkenness to the fore. She was leant against the wall outside the club, staggering slightly and glaring at him malevolently. He stood in front of her, gripping her shoulders tenderly to steady her. He knew exactly what her problem was, but thought he may as well ask anyway, let her get all the bullshit out of her system. “What's the problem sweetie?” he asked, trying not to sound patronising. “You're the fucking problem.” She practically growled at him. “Trying to pull my fucking friends in front of me, you fucking arsehole!” Tom had resisted the urge to spank her bottom there and then. Two bouncers were watching him and he wasn't going to allow her to get him into a fight. “What are you talking about Alex?” he said, as calmly as possible. “I was just talking to Janine! They're your friends and I want them to like me!” Alex rolled her eyes and cackled drunkenly at this. “You don't want her to like you, you want her to fuck you!” At this her demeanour changed swiftly, the alcohol rolling her emotions from state to state. “You want her to fuck you because she's…. she's….. prettier than me!!!!” At this Alex burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably into his shoulder. “What?!” Tom had cried, almost letting out a slight chuckle. “Oh, Alex, don't be so silly sweetie!” He kissed her cheek. “How could I think anyone was prettier than you.” At this Alex went from tears straight back into anger. “Don't you give me that, you lying prick! I know what everyone thinks when they look at me! I'm a…. I'm a…. bobfoc!” Bobfoc. He had heard her use this term before. Before Alex had started going out with him she'd been a bit of a sexual explorer. Nothing wrong with that, but it had meant she'd fucked some men who hadn't shown her proper respect. One of them had told her she was a bobfoc – Body of baywatch, face of crimewatch. Spotty little dickhead. Tom would happily have twatted any of his mates who'd spoken to girls like that when they were out on the pull. Just because your only looking for one thing with someone doesn't mean you have to treat them like shit. But these words had stuck with Alex, the blow to her self-esteem still affected her even now, when she was with someone who cared about her more than anybody else.

After uttering that last word, Alex had collapsed in a sobbing heap on the ground. He had tried to help her up but she'd lashed out at him, telling him to get away from her, that she was too ugly to be near him. Eventually her friend Sarah had come out off the Funky Buddha to check on them both. After a brief discussion Tom and Sarah decided that the best thing was for Sarah to take her back to halls, as any interaction with Tom seemed to be making her worse. Sarah had picked her up and walked her arm in arm to the taxi rank. Tom kept a watchful eye on them, making sure they were safely in the cab before making his way home.

This was the first time he'd seen Alex since the incident outside the club. He had considered sitting her down and talking her through the reasons he was so upset with her. Actions would, however, have more impact than words in this case. She turned from him, making as if she was going to the bedroom to drop off her things. She was rudely interrupted from this mission as Tom took a fistful of her blond hair and dragged her to her knees, scattering her book to the floor. Alex spluttered and began to complain. One look in Toms eyes, however, silenced her immediately. He dragged her by the hair towards the full length mirror he kept at the centre of the front room. Alex whinced as the hair pulled against her scalp, but pushed with her legs to keep herself up with Tom and minimise the pain being inflicted upon her. They reached the mirror and Tom dropped her unceremoniously on the floor. Alex lay there, panting and trying to recover her composure. Once she was able to talk, she did so. “Look, I'm sorry about last night Tom.” Alex spoke rapidly, trying to get as many justifications out of her mouth as possible before what she knew was coming began. “I was drunk, and totally out of order. I know you don't want to be with Janine, you know I just get jealous sometimes! I'm…” Tom interrupted her again, this time by picking her up by the seat of her jeans, pulling her into a prostrated position. “Be quiet and kneel” he told her in a quiet voice. “ And lose your jeans.”

Dutifully Alex settled herself on her knees and raised her backside in the air. She loosened her jeans and pulled them down around her thighs, revealing her grey netball panties. Alex looked round at him and tugged questioningly at the top of her panties. Ordinarily such a display of wilful submission would have earned Alex a smile and probably a kiss from Tom. In this instance he just nodded briefly and Alex revealed the smooth white curves of her naked bottom to him immediately. Tom gripped Alex by the hair once more, pulling her head up until she was confronted directly with her own reflection in the mirror. “Look at yourself directly in the mirror whilst I cane you.” Tom said in a cold but urgent voice. “Keep yourself in position and don't you dare fucking move or this will be a lot worse for you.” Alex nodded, but only moved her head slightly so she remained precisely in the position to which she had been ordered.

Tom raised the cane and brought it down directly into the centre of Alex's firm pale bottom. Alex stiffened upon the impact, but used her incredible self control to remain rooted to the spot. Tom heard a slight exhale come from her mouth and with that he set about her. Lash after lash stang down onto her ass, Tom moved up and down her bottom methodically, focusing many of the strokes on the 'sweet' spot where her ass and slender thighs met. This would ensure she would remember this beating every time she sat down for several days to come. The ferocity of the beating began to overtake Alex and she dropped her head briefly as sobs began to emanate from her throat. Tom stopped the beating and grabbed her once more by her hair, pulling her head up into position and whispering fiercely into her ear. “When I tell you to look at yourself, you will look at yourself. And you will continue to do so until I tell you to stop, is that understood?” Alex whimpered, refocused herself on the mirror and nodded her head again.

Tom returned to her beating, this time taking more time over his strokes. The majority of Alex's ass had begun to spring up with welts, so he took time to aim his shots where the flesh had gone unpunished. Every now and then he would return to the sweet spot where the majority of the initial beating had been focused. Whenever he returned to that mass of bruised flesh Alex would yelp and cry out, but true to her orders kept her eyes fixed rigidly upon her reflection in the mirror. Tom raised the cane for a final time and brought it with full force back to the sweet spot. The strength of the stroke ricocheted through Alex's body and tears sprang from her eyes as pain coursed into her. Tom kneeled down beside her and took hold of her hair in the fashion to which she was quickly becoming accustomed. “What do you see in that mirror?” Tom asked her. “Errr…. Myself?” she stammered, still trying to recover from the ordeal which had only just finished. “That's right Alex.” Tom said. “And what are you?” Alex looked as confused as anyone would be when faced with such an open-ended, potentially philosophically deep, question. She stammered “Um..er..” before Tom interrupted her once more. “You are my girlfriend Alex. Mine.” He said, with deep conviction. “Do you understand that?” Alex nodded, unsure of where this was going. Tom wasn't about to let her know anytime soon. “Am I important to you?” Tom asked. Alex looked at him in the eyes and with sincerity said “Yes.” Quick as a flash Tom flipped Alex over, landing her painfully on her extremely bruised bottom. Tom slipped his strong, muscular forearm over her throat, pinning her to the ground. His hand raised in the air and came down, directly into her naked and exposed pussy. Alex tried to squeal but as she did so Tom flexed his forearm in her throat, preventing any sound or air entering or leaving her body. His hand raised again and he beat her pussy with all the intensity with which her backside had previously suffered.

Alex's eyes rolled with the pain that he was putting her through. His forearm prevented the screaming which would have easily alertened the neighbours to her plight. Tom began to lecture Alex as he beat her. “If I am important to you then why the fuck are you still so upset about shitty comments made to you years before you met me? Why does their opinion still matter so much to you? Why is that the opinion that's stuck in your head? Why not mine?” Tom stopped thrashing her and released her throat. He flipped her back on her knees and drew her face next to the mirror, bringing his own head next to hers so they both stared directly at each other in their own reflection. “You are mine Alex. Mine. And I am with you because I think you are the most beautiful human being I have ever laid eyes on. Is that understood? Do you believe me?” Alex looked in slight disagreement but the immanent threat coming from his eyes changed her expression to one of acquiescence pretty sharply. “So why the fuck are you still letting what was said to you by assholes from the past still affect you?” he demanded. “I….I…. I don't know…” Alex collapsed next to him, sobbing quietly into his arms. “I…I…. I'm sorry….” Her words were muffled by his t-shirt.

Tom was overcome with love for his girlfriend. Whilst he had never stopped caring for her throughout this, he had been forced to put aside his sensitivities towards her in order to get her to this stage of change. For when her body and mind were weakened and exposed like this, he knew he could get to her, make her see how the situation really was between them and erase the poison that was eating at her from times that were past. Tom lifted her head towards his and looked down into her gorgeous green eyes. He kissed her deeper than perhaps he ever had. When he finished he spoke softly to her. “ Alex we are in a relationship. That means, barring family, we should be the most important ones in each others lives. And it is our opinions of each other that should count, not anybody else.” Alex looked back at him and smiled slightly, despite the vulnerable state in which she had been placed. “And my opinion of you is that you are both beautiful and wonderful and I could never hope for anybody else. And that is the only opinion that should matter to you. Understood?” Alex nodded and nestled her head into his shoulder.

They lay together like that for sometime. As Alex slowly recovered her sense of self they began to caress each other lightly. These caresses grew stronger and the passion between them grew. Tom moved behind Alex, so as to put as little pressure on her bruising as possible and held her tightly as he slipped slowly and softly into her. They stayed locked in that position for several hours, holding, kissing and fucking until sleep overcame them both.

Fin.

Replies

26 May 08, 6:03 PM
touch_taboo
20 mths What an excellent read!

.....This is not a democracy.....

26 May 08, 7:09 PM
simonelibra
UK, 2 yrs
wow, I love your writing
simone X
Do not follow the path, go where there is no path to begin the trail - Ashanti Proverb

27 May 08, 5:35 PM
entangledintrigue
UK(M), 3 yrs
Raw - that was the only word I could come up with to describe your writing.
I once played with someone who made me sit in front of a mirror whilst he sat in close behind me, he then made me watch myself as he paid me compliment after compliment - it was the hardest scene I have ever had to do. I felt as if I wanted to be anywhere but there, enclosed in his embrace. However, even the threat of a type of pain I can't stand couldn't make me repeat them - I still can't decide whether this was a good thing or a bad.
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