I woke alone, again, to a noise from the garage. A screech, it sounded like. Should I go over? I decided, instead, to see if there was any activity in the gym. I opened the laptop. Nothing. But while I'm here...
Some time later, I was having a late breakfast, and saw Jenny skip out to her car and spray gravel on her way out. Time for a work out in the gym, and perhaps work something out with Laura. It was my gym after all. As well as all the .. equipment.
I'd been working hard for about half an hour, and was towelling off when the door burst open. Laura looked furious. Beautiful and furious. She stopped and looked at me for a few seconds, then launched into a tirade. 'What the fuck? Just what the fuck did you think you were playing at? Spying on me, on us, on me? You have precisely one minute to explain yourself.'
I made a mistake then. I smiled. I stopped when I saw Laura's eyes turn to a flinty grey. Then I made another mistake; I said, 'Laura, calm down.' And just to show I'm a slow learner I said something else stupid. 'God, you're beautiful when you're angry.'
Laura was speechless. She stood, hands on my hips, for so long I thought she was going to explode. Then, she started speaking slowly and carefully, as if to a retarded four-year-old. 'You installed a spy camera. You didn't tell me you had installed a spy camera. I have just watched us fucking, and I have just watched myself and my friend Jenny playing out some sick lesbian spanking fantasy for your sordid pleasure, you sick fuck!'
The last couple of sentences were screamed at me. She was magnificent, but I feared I'd gone too far, that she was going to leave. That would finish me.
I took a deep breath. I needed to get this right. 'Yes, I know I installed the cam without telling you but, you know, it is my property. And I sent you the link the same day. When I met Jenny in the driveway, I felt really bad about it. But what could I do? I thought it would be best to leave you to open the email. I understand you're upset, but well, we are where we are.'
When it was out there, I realised what I had said was actually pretty shit. I waited to see if it was enough. She crossed her arms, stared at me coldly. 'Did you watch Jenny and me?'
I felt the blood rush to my face. What to say? I made a decision - the truth. 'I won't lie. I have watched it.' I was going to say more, but for once made the right decision and shut the fuck up. My hopes rose as she opened the cabinet. If she was just going to spank me, that meant she would stay. Didn't it? Please, I thought, give me a caning, even a slippering, and stay.
She turned towards me. 'Everything off. Now.'
I obeyed, instantly. I would have anyway, her tone was so utterly commanding. When I was standing naked in front of her she smiled and wiggled a finger, a sign to turn around. 'Now touch your toes.'
I had no idea what was coming my way. I hoped it wasn't the slipper, the mark from that haymaker of a blow a couple of weeks ago had taken days to fade. It turned out to be just as bad. The leather paddle with the pattern of holes cracked across both cheeks. I yelled out, as much in surprise as pain, and leapt up, hands to my backside. I groaned out something about having learned my lesson, but Laura just tapped her foot, waiting. With a sense of doom, I bent over again. Crack! The next one was just as hard, and on precisely the same spot. The heat and pain were intense. I didn't know how many I could take, but resolved to stay down as long as I could. I felt the leather tapping lightly on my backside, then heard it thud on the floor. Was she going to lay into me with something else? But then she spoke.
'This isn't what I want. Come on.'
I felt her hand on mine, and she led me upstairs, to her room.