The Pains of Job Loss, Part 2, M/F, DD
SinAngelic
The Pains of Job Loss, Part 2, M/F, DD
By SinAngelic
I took my time unbuttoning my coat and hanging it on a hook. I heard
John's footsteps as he emerged from the bedroom and I faintly thought I could
also hear the beep of the answering machine after a message comes to an end.
In a second he appeared, his nostrils flaring, a hard, rigid look dominating
his body and face. He wordlessly picked up the painting that I was holding and
carried it to my work area while I put down my bag on a chair. He looked
angry-murderously, wildly angry. Could he have found out? Impossible. There
was no reason for him to go down to the restaurant, and he didn't know anybody
who worked there. Maybe he had had a hard day…maybe I had done something else
that I couldn't remember, or wasn't aware of…could that be? No, I had been far
to embroiled in the situation at hand to have had time for any further
misdeeds. I silently followed my husband into the living room. He was
studying the painting I had brought home-a self-portrait that I had been
working on. I was intending to send it to my mother for her birthday, and was
planning on painting a bright, lively background for it over the weekend. For
now, the canvas held only the form of my face standing out against the stark
white background. I swallowed hard.
"What's wrong, honey?" I asked tremulously, "No hello? No kiss?" I myself
winced at how trite I knew I sounded, but I was at a loss. All my previous
resolve, which had seemed so final and so decided when I had been trekking up
to the apartment, seemed to have disappeared. How could I confess when he was
already so angry? I put a hand on his arm, and he slowly turned to look at me.
He looked back at the canvas, then at me, and then at the canvas once again.
What was he doing? Why was he torturing me like this?
"John?" I asked again, even softer this time, "Really, what is it?"
"When I first met you, Isabel, one of the things that really struck me was
that innocence in your eyes," he said. I wasn't sure I liked where this was
going. "When I looked at you in the middle of that big city school, looking so
beautiful in that pink dress, you reminded me of some kind of an angel in the
middle of all that dust and confusion. You were going to bring purity into my
life. You were going to redeem me."
I would tell you that my whole body shook, but that's really a given.
"Then I got to know you," he continued, "And I learned all the good and the
bad. I learned that with all your angelic qualities, you also have some demon
in you. I love all of you, Isabel Nicole, but as hard as I've tried to guide
you to be the angel that I know you truly are, you seem to regress a lot more
than I would have expected. You redeem me with your ways, but I also have to
redeem you. And I don't seem to be doing as good a job of it as I thought I
was."
"John!" I exclaimed, now truly terrified, "What are you talking about? You're
doing a great job, you know I'm so much better than-"
"I suggest, Mrs. Reed, that instead of insisting something that is untrue and
contributing to my progressing anger, you may want to take a trip to the
bedroom and listen to the message on the machine," he retorted in a much
louder, much more forceful tone than I had expected.
So there had been the beep of an answering machine! I knew it. I walked into
the bedroom, woefully aware of my husband's eyes burning holes into my back,
or, more accurately, probably my soon-to-be-chastised backside. Shakily, I
pressed to button on the machine, and the voice cut through me like a poisonous
sword. It belonged to Robby, one of the shift supervisors at the restaurant,
who had not been present when my transgression had taken place.
"Isabel? Hi, it's Robby…um, the boss asked me to tell you he's going to mail
your last check to you, since you still haven't picked it up. He told me what
happened…I'm pretty disappointed, I can't believe you'd say that kind of stuff
to the customers…and to the boss…you never struck me as the type. Anyway, your
check will be in the mail, and just a bit of advice from me, I wouldn't put
this place down as a reference…anyway, good luck. Bye."
I was furious and frightened out of my wits. Who did Robby think he was,
calling me like that and using such an accusatory tone? "Not the type"…what a
tactless jerk! And what was the point of calling me? Did he not think I would
figure out that the check was in the mail, or call the restaurant myself if I
was concerned? I'd been too worried about the consequences of my actions to
worry about some dumb check…Oh, what was I going to do?
"Isabel!" John's voice broke my internal monologue, "Get back in here, now!"
My legs, my whole body, in fact, felt like a glob of Jell-O as I walked back
into the living room. As soon as John saw me, he came very, very close,
leaning down to produce a dwarfing effect on me.
"What, if anything, do you have to say for yourself?" he demanded.
"I…I…I…" I stammered, of course, unable to form a coherent thought for the
life of me.
"You lost your job, again?"
I nodded.
"You mouthed off to customers and superiors, again?"
I nodded again.
"You broke your promise to me to keep your job and control your temper,
again?"
More nods.
"You lied to me about this, you put on a charade, meeting me at the restaurant
at night so we could walk home together?"
A very feeble nod.
"You were completely unheedful of your responsibilities to this marriage,
demonstrating again how spoiled and irresponsible you are?"
"Oh, John, I'm so sorry!" I exclaimed, tears rolling down my cheeks freely
though I was not yet sobbing.
"Oh, no you're not! Not yet! I'll show you sorry!" His beautiful eyes were
flashing, fists were balled at his sides. I looked up at him, wide-eyed, and
suddenly he took a step back. Sighing, he lowered his head, putting his hands
on his hips. "Isabel, I'm angrier with you now than I've ever been. I'm
scaring you, as I can see, but I can assure you that I am scaring myself just
as much, if not more."
"Are you going to punish me?" I asked lamely.
"Not right now I'm not. I can't. I'm too angry and frustrated, and if I
punish you now, I'm afraid I may really hurt you. Do you understand that?
"Yes, Sir," I mumbled, realizing that now was a good time to adopt a very
obedient tone.
"But believe me, little girl, you have one hell of a punishment coming. I'm
going out now. I need to take a walk, clear my head, calm down a little…or a
lot. I'll be back in a short while. I want you to go to the bedroom now, and
bare your bottom. I want you to take off everything below your waist and stand
with your nose in the corner and your bare butt on display and I want you to
think about everything that you've done and why it's wrong and why I'm going to
spank you very, very hard when I get home. And I don't want you to more from
that corner until I get back, and if I find you out of that corner when I
return, I don't think I have to tell you that you'll only make things far, far
worse for yourself."
He said all in a low, crisp, firm voice. I expected this much. I was going to
spend an agonizing hour or two staring at the corner and feeling the cool air
on my ass, waiting for my husband to return and set fire to it, but the worst
part would be the knowledge that I deserved everything that I had coming to me.
He broke my reverie once again. "Did you hear me, Isabel Nicole?"
"Yes, Sir," I answered.
John stood for a second and looked at me from head to toe. Then he walked
towards me. I shrank back, expected a preview of the evening's activities, but
instead he simply took my head in his hands and pressed a kiss to my hair.
Then, in a flash, he was gone, and I was left to begin my own punishment in the
corner.
SinAngelic
I'm sorry if it came up twice! And, again, sorry to be doing even more
teasing...
I nodded.
I nodded again.
More nods.
A very feeble nod.
spank you very, very hard when I get home. And I don't want you to move from
that corner until I get back, and if I find you out of that corner when I
return, I don't think I have to tell you that you'll only make things far, far
worse for yourself."
He said all in a low, crisp, firm voice. I expected this much. I was going to
spend an agonizing hour or two staring at the corner and feeling the cool air
on my ass, waiting for my husband to return and set fire to it, but the worst
part would be the knowledge that I deserved everything that I had coming to me.
He broke my reverie once again. "Did you hear me, Isabel Nicole?"
"Yes, Sir," I answered.
John stood for a second and looked at me from head to toe. Then he walked
towards me. I shrank back, expecting a preview of the evening's activities,
SinAngelic
I nodded.
I nodded again.
More nods.
A very feeble nod.
spank you very, very hard when I get home. And I don't want you to more from
that corner until I get back, and if I find you out of that corner when I
return, I don't think I have to tell you that you'll only make things far, far
worse for yourself."
He said all in a low, crisp, firm voice. I expected this much. I was going to
spend an agonizing hour or two staring at the corner and feeling the cool air
on my ass, waiting for my husband to return and set fire to it, but the worst
part would be the knowledge that I deserved everything that I had coming to me.
He broke my reverie once again. "Did you hear me, Isabel Nicole?"
"Yes, Sir," I answered.
John stood for a second and looked at me from head to toe. Then he walked
towards me. I shrank back, expected a preview of the evening's activities, but
Switchmaybe(BG)
somewhere as one would imagine that if it got to the server I use, it should
be 'out there'
anyway, you are really building up the tension here. Now if it were me in
this kind of trouble, I'd have a video camera watching for the return of my
partner and then dash in the corner just before he came back, but them I'm a
devious person.
Brian
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Brian - Pain is fine, but drop me and I shatter.
Only my eyes are blind.
It's OK, Ive got the balls, so let's play!
switc...@blueyonder.co.uk
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"SinAngelic" <sinan...@aol.com> wrote in message
news:20020620021640...@mb-cc.aol.com...
> I'm sorry, I'm trying again, this may the third time you see this!
>
>
> The Pains of Job Loss, Part 2, M/F, DD
> By SinAngelic
>
> I took my time unbuttoning my coat and hanging it on a hook. I heard
John's
> footsteps as he emerged from the bedroom and I faintly thought I could
also
> hear the beep of the answering machine after a message comes to an end.
In a
> second he appeared, his nostrils flaring, a hard, rigid look dominating
his
> body and face. He wordlessly picked up the painting that I was holding
and
> carried it to my work area while I put down my bag on a chair. He looked
> angry-murderously, wildly angry. Could he have found out? Impossible.
There
> was no reason for him to go down to the restaurant, and he didn't know
anybody
> who worked there. Maybe he had had a hard day.maybe I had done something
else
> that I couldn't remember, or wasn't aware of.could that be? No, I had
> "Isabel? Hi, it's Robby.um, the boss asked me to tell you he's going to
mail
> your last check to you, since you still haven't picked it up. He told me
what
> happened.I'm pretty disappointed, I can't believe you'd say that kind of
stuff
> to the customers.and to the boss.you never struck me as the type. Anyway,
your
> check will be in the mail, and just a bit of advice from me, I wouldn't
put
> this place down as a reference.anyway, good luck. Bye."
>
> I was furious and frightened out of my wits. Who did Robby think he was,
> calling me like that and using such an accusatory tone? "Not the
type".what a
> tactless jerk! And what was the point of calling me? Did he not think I
would
> figure out that the check was in the mail, or call the restaurant myself
if I
> was concerned? I'd been too worried about the consequences of my actions
to
> worry about some dumb check.Oh, what was I going to do?
>
> "Isabel!" John's voice broke my internal monologue, "Get back in here,
now!"
>
> My legs, my whole body, in fact, felt like a glob of Jell-O as I walked
back
> into the living room. As soon as John saw me, he came very, very close,
> leaning down to produce a dwarfing effect on me.
>
> "What, if anything, do you have to say for yourself?" he demanded.
>
> "I.I.I." I stammered, of course, unable to form a coherent thought for the
little.or a
Kate
>From: sinan...@aol.com (SinAngelic)
>I'm sorry, I'm trying again, this may the third time you see this!
This has come through all three times for me and I use AOL too, just so you
know. Anyway, I enjoyed it *so* much (as well as part one) and hope you will
be posting more soon. :-)
Kate
See my stories at: http://www.angelfire.com/grrl/younglady/ (Under
Construction)
SG
<<The Pains of Job Loss, Part 2, M/F, DD>>
Part 2 is totally fabulous, SinAngelic! John, LOVE HIM!
Bravo!!!!!
SG ;)