‘God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change’
Jodie Weber stood completely nude, facing the tiles of her bathroom. The plan was to retire for the evening before her husband’s Christmas party had started to die down. She had said her farewells and prepared the bath. Only, now…
Now her sandy blonde hair was in a tangle, spread out across her forehead and eyes like webbing. Her hands were before her, propping herself up as she bent forward. They had begun to tremble from the weight. Her weight.
How long had she been standing here?
Her cunt was cool, the fresh drops of her urine left as beads on her trimmed pubic hair. That was when he slipped into the bathroom – when she was relieving herself on the toilet. She swore she must’ve locked the door but the fact that he stood there before her, smirking smugly, told her she had been wrong. And Jodie wished her husband had fixed the door sooner, that lock had been unlatching for a while.
The man that had told her to finish urinating was a William, an old friend from High School she recently connected with. Her husband didn’t like him, found him weird, but Jodie kept in touch with him all the same. She had invited him here because truth is told, she didn’t have many friends anymore, and the party was beginning to be filled with her husband’s greatest hits of friends, College – Work Years.
But when William told her to finish urinating, when the sheer shock at seeing him released the rest of it, when he pulled her by the hair and told her to strip and face the wall, she did. He looked like a man possessed and she didn’t want to cross that man in any which way.
Jodie trembled once she had started to undress. Her hands shook as she pulled her dark jeans around her ankles, her colorful Sesame Street panties she thought would be fun and youthful for her, became tangled around her knees. When William once again told her to undress, her body stiffened. She wanted to obey but her body went down into lockdown. William must’ve anticipated this, or at least was planning on it, because he was unbuckling his belt with one hand and locking the door with another.
When he smacked her, the jolt teleported her back to her childhood. Her father, a conservative catholic, caught her masturbating in her room and belted her with the strap. Jodie suddenly felt ashamed, confused, and sick to the stomach. She hadn’t thought about that incident for years now, her father’s voice – what he had said to her, had faded. ‘Filth’ was a word mentioned, that’s all she remembered.
William had her undress soon enough; the third strike of the belt did that for her. Tears had begun to swell in her eyes. She felt childish, sick. Elated. Excited. The mix made her queasy and kept her focus on the shame.
When Jodie was completely nude, William told her to raise both arms high above her. When Jodie hesitated, he struck her with the belt again, right across her ass, and as pain throbbed there, he proceeded to tell her to make haste.
Jodie felt exposed. At 32, she was still coming to terms with her own body and she wasn’t there yet, not really. Though friends and family told her she was slim and pretty, when Jodie looked in the mirror, all she saw was a mass of flab.
The man behind her – William, she reminded herself, As in Will from 12th grade – laughed softly. It wasn’t distasteful, or bitter. It sounded genuine, as if in shock. Or content. Or maybe, just maybe Jodie was reading too much into it and needed to break free.
He broke the silence, running his hand up her back, caressing the curves of her ass. She jumped at his touch, but something deep within her told her not to, as that piece of information was important.
‘Do you remember…that prayer they taught us in school? ‘God grant me the serenity..?’.
When he slapped the left side of her ass, she nodded.
‘Yes’ came her trembling voice.
‘Say it for me. Say it all for me, Jo’
There it was – Jo. Her father used to call her Jo. The father that had laid her over his knee and smacked her as punishment all those years ago. Jodie didn’t want that though, so she began to say the prayer, only it came out in a whimper.
She felt silly so she started again. Naked and bent over as she leaned into the cold tile wall, she shared the prayer, frozen still.
And yet he struck her, again and again, after each sentence.
The courage to change the things I can.
and the wisdom to know the difference.
“I noticed you are planning a bath. Candlelight, hm? How romantic’
Jodie had forgotten the water was rushing. She glanced down, steam filling her eyes. Just one splash could distract him enough for her to get away. Get downstairs.
He struck her again and her thoughts rattled away.
He left her side then, and that’s when her world plunged into darkness.
Candlelight danced up the walls lively as she trembled in the small space between the toilet and the bathtub.
‘Hypnotic, really’ Came William’s voice. ‘The flame. How it reaches, the mood it sets’
Her body started to scream, started to burn. A cry came out through Jodie’s moist lips but William silenced her with the palm of his hand.
They stood together in silence then, Jodie eyeing him from a side angle as the candle wax dripped down from the left side of her ass.
‘It’s not that I don’t appreciate your sweet cries, they truly are a symphony. It’s just, now is not the time for that. A pity.’
His palm disappeared and allowed her to breathe, the air felt sweet to inhale down.
Wax hit the right side of her ass, and sizzled against her skin. The heat, the pain, was biting into her. Her knees buckled and she lost her footing, falling into the wall. Her breasts grazed the tiles, hardening at the cold.
Jodie looked back at the sound of his voice. ‘What?’
The water stopped rushing at once.
Jodie looked down, perplexed, when William’s voice grew short. ‘Face me’.
Jodie turned to the direction of his voice and was met with that sharp heat, now familiar pain. It trickled down her right breast, circling around her nipple. Jodie whimpered.
She suddenly felt breath on her and realized it was William blowing on the wax around the nipple.
‘You’re even more beautiful than I imagined all these years you know?’
The sentence scared her. Was she going to die today?
Jodie could feel the wax growing stiff on her buttocks. Still, she knelt it against the cool tiles so as to take the edge off.
William had instructed her to keep her hands high above her, and she had done so, but fighting the impulse to scrape the wax off was hard. Worse, her hands felt like dead weight. They were starting to hurt.
When the wax dropped onto her left breast and sent a red-hot flare across her entire body, Jodie had to bite her lip to stop from screaming. She instantly tasted blood. When William blew softly on her left breast, and the nipple hardened in response, Jodie felt the weirdest sensation in her cunt. Tickling, was it? No. An ache? Not sure? Trying to think of what it was, what the mix was compromised of, took her mind away from the lingering red-hot flare on her tits.
There was a sound, shuffling feet. The movement in the light of the candle sent shadows dancing up the wall, like spidery limbs out on a mission. William was kneeling before her, Jodie saw. She could see this much.
His hand stretched across her to gently turn the bath’s tap – and the sound of water gushing broke the silence between them.
As the bath ran, just like Jodie intended, she sat there in the shadow of William, wax dripping in places she’d kept for her husband. New sensations flooded in, a mix of feelings, rage and arousal.
And yet, she gave in to William, could feel herself giving in as he spoke the words ‘And now we will clean you up’