Perversion Process by Miranda Forbes Page B

walked towards the bed, surveying the damage. With Jake in the room and with my plunder all gathered in one place, the scale of what I had done surprised even me. His hand had settled on the Kenneth Cole shoes, the perfect purple ones.
    „Answer me, Tara. Now!‟
    I swallowed. I had no defence. Especially after all he had given up for me.
    „I‟m so sorry Jake. I can‟t explain it. It‟s like an addiction. I don‟t know why I do it. I can‟t stop.‟
    Jake came towards me, still clutching the shoe in his hand. I had never seen him look so angry. He was always so sweet, so gentle. But that Jake had been replaced by a far more serious and pissed-off Jake. He grabbed my wrist and I was overcome by another shot of adrenalin. My hands started shaking uncontrollably.
    „You‟re sorry. That is all you have to say. We agreed no more spending. I gave up my trip for you. For us. You couldn‟t give up some lousy shoes. God, Tara, this is 50

    crazy. I knew you were a shop-a-holic, but this is ridiculous. You were willing to lie to me, for this.‟ He shook the shoe in front of my face and then threw it back on the bed. His hand was still around my wrist.
    „And, what do we have here?‟ He gestured to the boots on my feet. I had forgotten they were still on. „Nice boots.
    Just get them today?‟
    I nodded, not knowing what else to do. „Jake, let me try and explain.‟ But, before I could say another word, he pulled me towards the bed and turned me around to look at the huge pile of extravagances I had accumulated.
    „So how long have you been lying to me, Tara? How long did you wait before you started buying stuff again?‟
    He was behind me, digging his hand into my arm, his breath hot on my neck.
    „Since March.‟
    He seemed unsurprised by my answer. I heard him sigh, and I waited for another rant, another onslaught about how terrible I was.
    „What am I going to do with you, Tara? What are we going to do about all of this?‟ His tone wasn‟t angry anymore. That didn‟t surprise me either. Jake always had trouble staying mad at me, even when I did something really dumb.
    I was surprised, however, by his mouth on my neck, gently biting my skin. My bra was soon on the floor, and I leaned back into him and let his hands roam over my body. Just as I relaxed into him and his teasing fingers on my nipples, he stopped. Suddenly, he had my wrists together in his hand, and pulled me down towards the footboard of the bed. I tried to break free, but he was too strong. Grabbing a scarf from the pile, he quickly knotted it around my hands and then to the metal frame. I pulled on my restraint, but it was too tight.
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    „This isn‟t funny, Jake. Let me go.‟
    He just smiled at me. I was bent at the waist; my face close to the mattress. „Oh, I don‟t think so, honey. I think you need to be punished for what you did. For lying to me, for breaking my trust. What else am I supposed to do? You won‟t listen, and I can only think of one suitable course of action.‟
    He ran a hand over my back, before smacking my ass, lightly. The jolt of contact sent me forward; another surprise from my gentle boyfriend. He slapped again, just hard enough to let me know he was serious. Any thoughts I had about him joking left the room.
    „Let‟s have a look at some of these shoes.‟ Weeding through the pile, he found the purple Kenneth Cole again.
    Holding it by the heel, he looked it over. „Pretty. How much did they cost?‟ Before I could answer, he slapped the sole against my skin. Once, twice, three times more, the shoe hit my ass. I gasped, not so much from the pain, but from the whole situation. It was making me impossibly hot, something I had not expected.
    „Three hundred.‟ With that answer, another three hits came down on my flesh. It hurt more than I expected, but each hit turned me on more than the last. I had never considered spanking before, because I never thought Jake would agree to it. This new side of Jake was