“Poor Jeff.” She said and I repeated it “Poor Jeff.” There happened to be more jokes and more laughter. The limited time was passing quickly.
I helped her to stand up by reaching her hand and pulling her when she asked permission to go to the bathroom.
“This way.” I said pointing at the door. She had just taken a step toward the door and I was looking at her buttocks. I wanted to slap her bottom and I did. I hit her right buttock using my right hand. It was a bit harder than I had intended.
“Hurry-up.” came from my mouth with the slap.
“Ouch,” She looked at me back and rubbed her bottom. “That was hard.” She said with a smiling face.
“Go.” I said and she left the room. Her hand was still on her bottom, rubbing herself.
She came back after a few minutes. I checked the clock to see it was 8:33 PM.
“Are you good?” I asked.
“Yes, I am,” She said and continued, “No mark left.”
“What mark?” I suddenly realized she had examined her bottom at the bathroom mirror.
“You know, Jeff might get a wrong idea I thought and, ” She stopped when she saw the expression on my face. “What? Is that wrong?”
“Nope,” I said, “It is normal. I just didn’t think it was that hard”
“It was and it is still sore.” She brought her hand onto her slapped bottom again.
“Sorry Karen, I didn’t mean that,” I apologized but couldn’t help me to smile “but you did deserved it.”
“No, I didn’t.” She objected. She was smiling again. “Maybe a little but not that hard.”
“Come on you little pain slut. Don’t lie to me!” I said it as if I was joking.
“Oh Dad, what are you saying to me?”
I knew one thing very well, which was a submissive look. She was very submissive in my opinion. I started to think her marriage was a huge mistake. I might help her. I should help her. She should know what she is, who she is. All of this came to my mind immediately. I was sure I would do that.
“Honey, you are desperate for pain.”
“Really, is that what you think?”
“Yes, and there is more”
“Like what?”
“You like to be treated rough and hard, like a whore maybe.”
“That was harsh.”
“I think it is a fact, Karen. I can easily tell what is missing in your life.”
“What?”
“Hard sex, in the first place.”
“Huh, what is your hard sex definition?”
“It is like hair pulling, spanking, slapping, pinching, and leaving marks on your body.”
I was going very slow to observe her reaction after each word came out from my mouth and I continued, “Deep-throat mouth fucking.”
She was almost mesmerized.
“Hard anal sex. Calling you names, very dirty names. Humiliation and maybe some degrading.”
It was more than she could handle and she reacted, “Oh no, no, you are getting a very wrong idea about me.”
I stopped talking and looked into her eyes, “Sorry baby. It must be the wine and my bad imagination. Forget all,” and added, “If I am wrong?” It was a tricky question indeed, she didn’t reply.
“No more wine.” I said moving the glasses away on the table. I stood up. “Coffee?” I asked, as if I was going to the coffee machine.
“Yes, please” She said. She forced herself to smile at me again looking into my eyes. She was disturbed very much.
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