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“Yes.”
“I’m sick. I mean it, really sick.”
“Sick how?” he said, actually sounding worried.
Did knots in my stomach count…did weak knees and an aching head give me cause enough?
“You’re not sick because the party is here?” he asked before I could answer.
“C’mon. I’ve already been through that with Will. I’m beyond that now. I was really looking forward to tonight. This must be the flu. I just barfed up everything in my stomach. You can call my friend Kathy, she was just down here nursing me.” I had called Kathy about my plight; my next door neighbor would do anything I asked her to, and keep mum about the truth.
My head was hot from pounding so hard that it made my lying easier.
“I’m sorry to hear that. I was looking forward to seeing you. You’d better get to bed,” he said, backing off so kindly, I was astounded.
It’s just as well he did didn’t argue. There was no way I was going to his party, if that’s what it really was. I had visions of playing out my rocky relationship with Will right in front of Reggie’ eyes; and one dominant man at a time was all I could take. Still reeling over the little things that continued to slip out in conversation with Will, my mind worked overtime putting all the pieces together; it seemed to me that the whole three week punishment fiasco with Reggie was actually a plot between my two masters of manipulation. At that very moment, I wasn’t sure I wanted either one of them as friend or lover!
After I hung up the phone, I went to bed, putting several bottles of medicine at my bedside, a barfing pan, everything to make my sickness as realistic as possible, just in case.
About an hour after my conversation with Reggie, my worst fears were realized when I heard Will coming through my front door. I listened as he made his way through the apartment until he was standing by the bed.
“Get up, you’re going to the party.”
“I’m sick,” I told him. I turned over in bed and groaned.
“No, you’re not. You’re just afraid, and I’m not going to let you get away with that.”
“Will, I feel horrible, you have to believe me.”
“Not as horrible as you’re going to feel if you don’t get your ass out of bed.”
I really didn’t have much choice, because he was pulling my dead weight with a firm tug. Still I resisted.
“Stop the act now or it’s only going to get worse,” he snapped, getting angrier the more I tried to pull back.
“Call Kathy, ask her, she was here when I was throwing up.”
“That’s bullshit. I know it. You know it. Kathy would tell me the sky was green and there were orange eagles flying overhead, if you told her to.” He tugged at me harder.
“Will, stop!” I barked at him sharply, but that was the last straw.
His eyes were flashing, his demeanor now that chilling hot/cold that could sometimes thrill the pants off of me, if I’d had any on. Unfortunately, my pants were already off, and lying on the chair by the bed. And to make it all worse, my wide leather belt was still inside the loops, where it was perfectly easy for Will to remove.
In a split second he had the belt free, and with my bottom naked, I was over his knee, the doubled leather coming down on my rear with lightning quick speed.
“Stop!” I barked. “I’m going to be sick.”
“Well, that’s too bad,” he barked right back. I couldn’t understand why he didn’t believe me, it seemed the more I waged my battle, the less influenced he was.
“Don’t you ever, ever, try to deceive me like that again!” he shouted as the snaps of two inch leather smacked my rear.
“Yeeeoooch!” I wailed before it even hurt, and he didn’t like that either.
“You’re one classic case, Alex Morgan, one surefire bitch!”
The belt peppered my bottom. And the more I ranted, the harder he hit my buns, the more inspired he seemed to be to keep going. I knew it was useless to struggle with a determined man, but I did anyway. I had to save face, and I almost hoped I’d puke all over the floor just to prove my point, but I wasn’t lucky enough for that to happen.
Will knew that, damn him!
