Sandra swallowed an aspirin, and rushed it down, with a gush of water.
She simply had too many things on her plate, which depleted her energy, and the sadistic play Charles requested at night, was getting to be a chore for her.
She found it perplexing that such an interesting man, who wielded so much power in his everyday life, would seek the need to be humiliated and castigated like a bad child.
Reflected on the vanity mirror, Sandra could make out Charles standing naked by the ironing board, except for a collar and leash attached to his neck. He was industriously ironing Sandra’s laundry at this time.
-“Charles, that is enough for this evening. I think that now I could really use a deep tissue massage.” Sandra said as she thought to employ Charles in a more productive way.
-“Yes Mistress. Please allow me to hang these quickly, or they will get wrinkled again.” Charles hastily proceeded to hang the ironed garments, and to place those in the closet.
While Charles massaged thoroughly the sole of her left foot, he had the temerity to request a sounding spanking.
-“I’ve been a very bad boy today Mistress. I really do deserve it.” Charles said as he licked and sucked her toes.
-“Okay. But, first work on my right shoulder and arm again. I am overworking my right side.” Sandra conceded.
Her arm throbbed from exertion. She brought down the paddle on Charles’ buttocks over and over again, until she thought the routine boring beyond expectation. Charles squirmed and braced himself, a glutton for more punishment. When the sensation became numbing, he called out for more.
-“Tell me that I’m a stupid, bad boy. Tell me that I’m good for nothing, and that I deserve this and more. TELL ME!” Charles pleaded once more.
Something snapped in Sandra. She dropped the wooden paddle on the floor and she leaned over Charles’ prone form. The images of Charles’ scarred backside, and of Cindy’s battered face juxtaposed in her mind.
Sandra could not endure this anymore. What was happening to humanity? She simply could not perpetuate the punishment to another human being. She desperately needed to retain a sliver of humanity to save herself.
-“Charles, turn around and look at me. LISTEN to me!” Sandra said this as she gathered Charles in her arms, and ran her hand through his hair. -“Listen to me Charles. You are not a bad boy. You are NOT stupid. You are a wonderful, lovable boy.
From now on, you must block out of your mind all the abuse that mean and vindictive people inflicted on you since you were a little boy. They simply manipulated you into thinking that you are bad.
You are very, very lovable, and I care so much for you. I care so much, that I can’t hurt you anymore. I can’t hurt you because you are precious. You are a beautiful, precious being, and I can only hold you, and help you feel better.
Our minds and bodies can be powerful tools for destruction, as well as they can make love, and create life, and beautiful thoughts.
I can’t hurt you anymore Charles. It injures me, to inflict pain on you. Let’s just lie here and hold each other close for tonight.” Sandra said with intent.
Charles didn’t say anything for a long time. He allowed Sandra to embrace him, and to soothingly caress his back.
After twenty minutes, he broke the silence. –“Can I still iron your clothes, and be of service you?”
-“Hmm…yeah. I guess you can. Besides finishing ironing my laundry, you can refer me to your attorney and accountant to help me set up my start-up business.” Sandra asked since he insisted on being of service.
-“Yes, mistress. I will do all of that.”
-“Just one more thing. Please stop calling me mistress, that irritates my nerves. From now on, simply call me by my name, and know that I love everything that you do for me.
You are such a good boy, and you make me very happy.” Sandra thought that she could live with this amended type of play.
-"Yes mistress. Oh, I'm sorry, my bad."
-"What did I say? Just so you will remember this, I want you to write out one hundred times, 'I will call Sandra by her name.' Next time you forget to call me as I have instructed you, I will double the length of lines which you must write."
To be continued…
"Puppet Master" by Michael Parkes
