"Baby, you can't be serious."
"I can and I am!" Wanda replied in a very serious tone.
"Baby, you know it was an accident."
"It was an accident the first time you did it too. I told you what was going to happen."
"I know, but you never seemed to care before." He pleaded, not even realizing how grating his whine was on her ears.
"I cared the very first time you did it. I told you I didn't like it, but you ignored me."
"Baby but that was 15 years ago?"
"I know, but I remember it. I told you then I didn't like it and I have told you repeatedly I didn't like it. I also told you what was going to happen the next time you said it and you agreed!"
"But I've done it before."
"And each time you managed to weasel out of it with some lame excuse. I was drunk, I was tired, I didn't think, I was this and I was that. I am so sick of your excuses."
"But baby ..."
"Don't 'but baby' me. I warned you repeatedly over the years. I tried to ignore it; I tried to get you to stop in gentle ways. But when we decided to have kids I told you that I was at my wits end with it."
"I know baby, but ..."
"And I let you get away with it too often. There were more excuses. The kids don't understand, the kids are too young, I didn't see them standing there, more damn excuses."
"It's not my fault baby."
"So someone has their hand up your ass making you do it?"
"It's not really any big deal; there are worse things than that on TV."
"So now it's my fault because I had a TV when we got together? What, do you think you are the victim here? Let me tell you something buster your son did it! He did it over at Jane's house, right in front of her. She just about expired on the spot."
"Well, honey, Jane needs to loosen up a little."
Wanda looked furiously at her husband, "You are laughing? You son-of-a-bitch, you are in a lousy position to be laughing. Jane is my best friend, and she put up with you doing it all these years. But when your 9-year-old son does it you think it's funny!"
"Baby, he probably heard about it at school!"
"Maybe, but according to Jane's little boy your son has been doing it at school too. I am just waiting for a call from the principal on this one."
"He wouldn't call, not about this."
"He's called for everything. He called about the fighting, he called about the smoking and he called about cutting school. All things you like to talk about in front of the kids. I know where he gets his ideas of things to pull. I am damned sure the principal will call about this. You have to stop it and nothing I've done seems to have gotten your attention. I told you I wasn't making an idle threat, but you didn't take me seriously."
"Baby, I always take you very seriously."
"Bullshit. You are going to remember this for the rest of your life. I'm going to make sure of it!"
"Baby, I promise never to do it again."
"You promised last time, and you promised many times before that. You promised me, you promised your mother, you even promised my mother that time you did it in front of her. I thought she was going to faint."
"Well, your mother ..."
"You say one word against my mother and I will invite her over to watch this."
He struggled against the straps, but they held him firmly. "You can't be serious."
"You said that already and as you can see I am very serious! And, one last reminder, you agreed the last time you promised to stop!"
At that moment the door opened and Jane walked in. "Is he ready?"
"Just about!"
"Well fuck me, WHAT THE FUCK IS JANE DOING HERE?"
"He will never learn, will he?"
"Probably not, but he's going to remember this for a very long time!" He was fighting the straps harder, but the leather was designed to hold against more strength than he had.
"In answer to your not very polite question, she's here because you have done it in front of her and your son did it in front of her. She deserves to see you get what you deserve."
"Baby, it's not that bad."
"It damn well is, I find it offensive, any decent person finds it offensive. But you do it in front of our friends. You do it in front of our families. You have even done it in front of our pastor. You do it when we go out and when we stay at home. And I warned you what was going to happen if you did it in front of our children."
He looked widely around but saw no help or mercy in her eyes. Jane was smiling a very nasty little smile.
"Are you ready? And make sure you smile because Jane brought her camera!"
He turned to Jane with a horrified look on his face. The flash proved what she said; Jane had indeed brought a camera and knew how to use it. She should since she was a professional photographer.
He tightened up, but it did no good.
And that is why you should never, ever, start the habit of saying "Well Fuuuuuck Me!" when you get surprised because sooner or later it might actually happen!
The second best picture in Jane's collection of pictures was her best friend Wanda applying very little lubrication to a dildo fastened to a harness that was around her waist. It also showed Wanda's husband trussed up on his hands and knees across his workout bench, his ass high in the air. They were both naked, but the look on their faces was the most amazing part of the picture and why Jane loved it. Wanda looked magnificent, enough to stir Jane's blood every time she looked at it. She was standing tall and strong, nude but not naked — the difference was her poise and powerful presence.
