Languages: español-ingles
Location: in ur dreams
Interested In: Women
Age: 22
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A second, and a third, blow. I can feel the welts on my ass cheeks, and hear one of the men's indignant gasps. "Don't stand up J, the pain is awful!" another groan. Another blow. In all my years of experience, I have never been so humiliated in my life. The weight of my body is supported only by my arms and legs, the rest of the sofa. An ice-blue, almost numb, face bears witness to my face. A wearying silence falls for a while, until a slight smile crosses my features. I feel my face and mouth turn a deep crimson, the hair around my temples and my eyes are bushy. I have always been awkward and small-framed, but now, thanks to clothing, I have a very dilated range of motion for moving my small, thin frame. I don't know where he is, or how long he will be, but I will not find out. I will, however, remain silent until spoken to. That is my restriction. I have always wanted to be the butt-check in the relationship.
It has always come naturally, and is part of who I am. Part of who I am "Us". It is a good thing that he can be so professional, or else I would have written home every night, every day, protesting at the petty and selfish things. I have tried to be good. Actually, most of my duties are done, most evenings, at my husband's request. So, it shouldn't be much longer. I laugh, reminisce, and lie on the sofa talking about old times, or just watching TV. I do this for hours at a time. I feel as if I am entering another phase of my development. New experiences, and a renewed hope that things will be different. Even in death, I remain the same age, and a fraction of an age from being 35. Good, a steady job, decent paying work. I buy my funeral, and cremation, clothes, send them to the family. Mostly, I do the same. Mostly, I lie by the fire, smiling, thinking of the people I left behind..
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