She would call him and talk for hours at a time, and each time she found great release after. However, he slowly started to give her less and less of his time. Always delaying calling or texting her back. He would say he was too busy, or he forgot.
She knew what she was doing to Jamie, but she couldn’t help herself. She knew she was too drama queen, too whiny, and too repetitive. Often time she knew Jamie has battles to fight, and is too tired to take any of her bullshit, but she is too addicted to the emotional releases.
Now he finally broke up with her, like he did with his previous girlfriends. She couldn’t afford to lose him, especially when she was in such a low point. Not being able to live her dream was bad, but losing Jamie was unbearable. All of a sudden her world was collapsing all around her. Knowing that all her ties to her dream life would soon be completely cut off, she panicked.
She still had her family, the family she wanted to steer away from.
She cried. She couldn’t hold her tears. Her heart was hurting and her head was overwhelmed with fear that she couldn’t think clearly. She didnt what she had to do—she reached for her mom.
She got out of bed, without fixing her hair or wiping her tears, she just walked right into her mom’s writing room in her pjamas, without knocking. Nora turned around while sitting on her office chair, and immediately she knew something is up. She opened her arms just in time to pull her daughter close by the small of her lower back.
“Jamie is breaking up with me, my life is over!” Hannah wailed. She is behaving like such a child. I have spoiled her too much. Nora, as a mature woman, wasn’t surprised by the turbulent storms of a young girl’s life. She knew her daughter might lose a man like Jamie, not because her daughter doesn’t have the look, but because she is too insecure. You could attract a man with your look, but you couldn’t keep a hot man with just look.The most famous seductresses in history were never the prettiest women of their times, nor were they youngest, but they knew how to play with the imagination of men.
“Honey I know what you can do to win him back. I can’t promise 100%, but would you like to hear it?” She said calmly. Hannah simply cut her off at “100%”, before she finished, “Why!? Why do I have to do it! Guys are douche bags they dump you when you needed them most. He must have someone else. It just suck to be women!”
“No Hannah! Listen there are still so much you can do. You can make a happy life if you change” Again, Nora is being assertive. Hannah wouldn’t let her have it, she felt offended that her mom was pointing the finger at her, the victim of every thing that went wrong in her world. “No!!! I have worked so hard for so long but everything is now over” Hannah’s emotions was shooting through the roof, and what she wanted to do now was to taking it out on her mom. She loved her mom, but right now all her mom represented was someone whom she didn’t want to become, a “fat”, stay at home wife, who was “serving” her husband and rearing children. No glamour. No freedom.
“You just don’t know how bad it is that people see me as hot anymore! They are all laughing at me. No one will ever take me seriously!” Hannah wailed louder as she let her negative thoughts spinning out her control. “Sweetie, looks isn’t the most important thing for a woman, look at me and your aunts. See how much your dad and uncles love us!”
“Shut up I don’t want to hear it anymore! You just want me to be fat like you! I don’t want to be you. I don’t want to be middle age housewife in servitude to a man!” Angers gave Hannah the courage to speak the unspeakable. “Bent over! Hands on the wall. Now!” Nora ordered sternly as she pushed her daughter away from her, stood up, and hands on her waist. Her tone was authoritative, no more “sweetie” or “Honey”. She knew she had to do it. She needed to give her daughter a whooping. Hannah would be a wreck if she kept spoiling her, allowing her to continue with this victim mindset— that everything is to be blamed but “me”!
Hannah was scared. She knew it was coming, but she wasn’t thinking when she said those gut wrenching words to her mom. The last time she was spanked she was 14, when she insisted to eat nothing to keep herself slim. She would never forget that spanking, she was spanked before the entire family, aunts and cousins. Since then, neither her and her sister, Jenna, would dare to go hungry. She thanked her mom for that because she might become one of those anorexic girls if not for this.
“Mom I am 22! I can’t get spanked like that anymore!” She protested, with an evidence of fear in her voice. “Oh no you are, go fetch a leather belt!”
“What!?” Hannah couldn’t believe it. “If you behave like a child you will be treated like a child”
Hannah took half a step back. Now she was getting spanked the situation was worst than she could have imagined. She regretted everything she just did but it was too late. “Do it or I will bend you over the knee myself, and give you extra licks!” Mom said with a stone face. Hannah stared at her for a second, hoping her mom to soften up. However, there was no hint of relent.
She lowered her head and walked to her bedroom to retrieve the belt. Right now she was embarrassed. She couldn’t believe it was happening. For as slow as she could, she still managed to bring back a leather waist belt to her mom’s writing room.
She handed the belt over to mom, hand trembling.
She slowly turned around, placed her palms on the wall, and her upper body leaning forward supporting by both arms. Her body was shaking as if she felt cold. “I want you to count each lick. I will start over if you fail”. Hannah closed her eyes while waiting for the first strike. “Drop your pant! I have to see the mark in case I hurt you too much” “Noooo. Please” she whined.
wuh-PSSSH. There was no warning to the first hit. It followed by another crack, then another. “AHhhhhh! Mommmmmh ok ok I will do it” said Hannah as she clumsily lowered her pant to her ankles, revealing her thong, dividing her tight, bubbly, and round butt cheeks.
“Spread your legs shoulder wide!” She complied quickly this time. “Now count ONE!” Nora demanded.
“Yes mom…” said Hannah with submissive voice as she wept. CRACK “One!!!” CRACK “Two!!” it went on until mom stopped at eight. At this point Hannah was sobbing uncontrollably.
“It had been almost a year since you last worked. How long are you going to stay like this? Every morning you are waking up late, not doing anything. You need to go find a job” Nora said sternly. “We have been patient with you for a while but this has to stop”
“You know how many so called talents in Hollywood still live with parents? They are wasting their life. I want you to find a job. You think I don’t know? You have been surfing the Internet, shopping for clothes, going out to party with our money. You are not being productive at all. Stop trying to be like that girl! For one girl like her millions of others fail and I won’t let you waste your time on this any longer.” she followed this lecture with another lick. “Oucchhh huhuhuh Nine..aarrrrrhhhhaaa” Tears and snots were drooling down from Hannah face. She was a mess.
“How many times had I told you not to whine? only small men would put up with that. The great guys are going to leave you” CRACK. This time the belt landed on her left lower thigh and she jumped up to rub the spot and arched her back. “Get back to the position” and she went on whipping her precious daughter for another nine licks. The whipping was commenced with the spank dance of her daughter, which was ironic, as she got to dance like that girl Evelyn in the MTV.
Nora hurt deeply inside to have to inflict pains on her baby, but she wasn’t doing it out of anger. She knew Hannah needed discipline, as well as an emotional release, a cleansing.
“Turn to me and stand here” Nora sat back on her chair and she pointed at the spot one step before her. Hannah heeded the command and did just that, albeit slow and shaking, arms warping tight around her upper body, pant still at her ankles.
“You know how many actors are slowly killing themselves with drugs? If you can’t handle the pressure, don’t do it.” She carried on as Hannah stood there, sobbing still, eyes on the ground in shame. “Look isn’t everything. Many women with look divorced or grew old without finding love anyway. If this is all you rely on, you will never be happy!”
Nora went on for another half an hour as she told her the importance of hard work, that she needed to pull herself back together, that if she still wanted to act or model she had to take actions, not hiding in her room or partying, and if she found something else, she needed to work hard at it. No more wishful thinking.
Finally, mom seemed to be done. “Can I go now?” Hannah’s eyes was swelling due to excessive crying, and she could barely articulate without a choke. “Go back to your room” said mom, the gentleness of a mother was back to her eyes, as she saw her daughter pulling her pant back on, covering her welt filled butt cheeks, and walking back to her room.
Josh knew what just happened to her daughter. He could hear it all from the ground floor. He didn’t intervene, because he knew that they couldn’t let his daughter go on with her obsession with glamour and look. It had become obvious that the chance of his daughter making it to the big screen as a lead actress has became slim to none, except maybe in a parody.
He wouldn’t have given her a spanking even if it was needed for his daughter to live a happy life. His daughters were his soft spots. They were his darling princesses. He would never be able to lay his hands on them.
Being disrespectful to her mom like that was a big NO NO. Hannah didn’t know that all the older women in this family had suffered self esteem issues too while they were younger. Perhaps this was the price of working for the Hollywood. The men decided that the madness had to stop—by flattening their wives. Maybe it was time for him to tell her daughters the truth, the secret that changed everything for the better in this family.
Hannah quickly washed all the snot and tear off her face. She knew she would see Jamie tonight. It might be the last… she couldn’t afford to let him get the slightest hint of what just happened.
She went to her bed, laid down butt facing up. She had to let her wounds heal. She might not be able to sit THIS WEEK. She squeezed her pillow in between her torso and her bed. This comforted her.
The air smelled fresh to her. It was the familiar smell that came after a good cry, an emotional release. At this moment, she felt clean. It was like something that caused her to all pent up inside was washed away. She didn’t resent her mom. If anything she could have refused to receive such humiliating treatment, but she felt compelled to obey. It just felt right. There was no doubt.
Maybe she felt too overwhelmed by her mom’s tender affection. She needed a strong guiding hand, especially at time like this. She had never felt so lost before. It was too exhausting for her to try to be her own woman all the time.
If only Jamie just tell me what was wrong, like mom always do. I would rather he spanks me than to leave me. Yet, she knew she would never admit this to a man, even if she desperately wanted it deep inside.
If Jamie could understand how much she had been suffering, how much she wanted him to be there for her. She felt anchored with his presence—His cheerful smile, like there was not a care in the world. His chiseled, scruffy jaw, his geek god’s physique, and the sweet, sweat filled aromas from his armpit… she never told him she liked it. She would secretly sniff it from the sources when she found herself in his embrace. She was missing everything about him. She wanted his touch. She wanted his hands slowly brushing her wounded tushy, rubbing her back to sooth her, and warping her with his body. She needed his protection. A few tears dropped to the bed as she fantasized, and she slowly passed out.
Moments later, or maybe hours, she felt a man’s hand stroking her hair. Dad? It barely awoke her. In her dreamy state, she felt this was familiar. “Dad?” everything inside her melt. She wanted to hug her daddy and told her how harsh mom was. She knew mom had every right to discipline her… which was weird as she was a 22 years old woman, but she would never admit to her dad she needed a spanking. Why didn’t he rescue her?
She turned to him and she was shocked by what she saw—Jamie! He was just sitting on the edge of the bed to her right. He torso was turned toward her. Why is he here? Does he know?! She blushed so hard she could feel the swelling of capillaries on her face.
He made that carefree smile again. He looked down on her and kept stroking her hair still. ” I heard someone was being naughty.” said Jamie with a playful, mischievous voice. She missed that voice. He hadn’t talk to her like that for ages. She sat up immediately, and touched his upper left arm. “How long had you been here?” she asked with a child-like curiosity.
Jamie grabbed her hand that was touching him, and pulled her close, in one swift motion she was in his arms. For the last couple months Jamie had been acting cold. She missed this warm gesture. “Hey!” He blurted. She looked up to his eyes, and right away he lowered his head down to kiss her, his tongue aggressively reaching for hers. Hannah felt like a bolt of electricity just shot through her chest. She reciprocated with equal passion. What a thrill! Jamie always knew how to sweep her off her feet, figuratively speaking, if he wanted to.
Jamie broke off the kiss. What now? He pierced into her eyes with his. They were filled with lust. WHAT? here? He swiftly turned her to her back and pressed her back down. “Let me see”. He reached his out to her pant, and pulled it down. It happened so fast that she didn’t even have time to protest. He looked at the purple and red welt marks on her below her lower back and above her lower thighs. The lust in his eyes became even more evidenced. She tilted her head up and turned back to look at Jamie. “What are you doing?” she inquired with an ‘innocent’ voice. When a girl wanted it, yet knew better than to go with it, playing dumb was the favorite form of resistance. She felt a little bit surprised that Jamie wanted to fuck in her parents’ house. However, something about this very thought made it extremely tempting.
Jamie climbed onto the her, both his arms grabbing her arms from each side and his mouth nipping at her neck ferociously from one side to the other. His hip weighted on her wounded bottom. Waves of pleasures instantly broke out from multiple places he touched.
The mental picture of what he was about to do was arousing enough on its own, it was like a male lion mounting on a lioness. Being mounted like an animal aroused her beyond the point of no return. “Pleaseeee!! what if they could hear?”