So you think you can hide behind a computer screen. Well probably you can most of the time. There is one thing though that you need to take into consideration if your communicating with me via messenger and your local to boot. I have a car!

What are you talking about, you may ask. Well I've been chatting in the past with some very nice women. I have had the pleasure of meeting them too in real life. Munches, events, clubs, bars and just out for a coffee so I can put a face to a name. One I met led to a chatty relationship through yahoo that was always pleasant. We shared what was going on in our lives, good, bad and indifferent. We learned each other very well and could tease back and forth as a form of tension release. She would bitch about her escapades and I about mine. It is a good friendship. But one day................

It all started out in chat as normal. Greetings, how was your day , ya da ya da. Then it became apparent fast that she was in a mood. This was a side I had only seen an inkling of before but was out in full force that night. She started her rant with those now famous words, "Why do all Dom's think....." All I could think was "Here we go." She started slowly. She described an exchange she was having with someone for many weeks. It had been progressing normally from what I could tell by all the chatter she had been doing for so long about it. I read her words, mostly repeats of previous conversations, for several minutes. I saw how things were leading and knew what to expect from them after a couple pages. I do mean pages by the way she was going off big time. All it took was one badly timed statement from me to become part of the problem too. Naturally I fell into it by the words "Well what did you expect him to say." Wrong words.

I know some things in this world to be true. Men and women do not think the same, has to be at the top of the list right next to there is no way not to tell your shoes are on the wrong feet. So why in knowing this are men stupid enough to try and defend the actions or statements of another man to a woman.

From experience I know that my women friends talk with each other about men in the terms of "all those jerks". We are always wrong or about to be. Yet woman love us. I can justify actions of some and completely disregard others. The same is true for women I know. But when strong friendships are formed between men and women and opinions tend to mesh, an insight can be gained to the "other side" of the sexes. There I was kind and considerate and understanding in my journal, time for the truth. All men ARE jerks. We don't mind it a bit either. We, at least the Dom side, want things our way.

So now I find myself the target of her diatribes to the behaviors of men. I walk away from my screen to get a coffee as it pops and pings with each vicious attack. Occasionally I piped in a comment but in general I let her go off.

I look at the clock and it's around 8:30pm. I'm out of smokes and the store closes soon. The woman on the computer screen is ranting, swearing and venting (I pictured foaming at the mouth and typing). I walk out the door and go for the smokes leaving the computer running.

I went into the store and made my purchase. Standing outside the door I packed the cigarettes into the palm of my hand and then opened them up. I pulled one out and lit it up. Two good drags and I looked down the road. Home was 5 miles back to arrive to a lunatic on the screen or 15 miles south was the lunatic herself. I finished my smoke, threw it on the ground and stepped on it. I whipped open the car door, got inside, started it up and put the vehicle southbound.

I find myself running events through my head. I wasn't mad in anyway. How could I be? She was not my sub, she was no ones. She got confused in a chat session with someone else and just would not listen to anything I had to say. I was however not pleased by her transference of anger to me nor the fact that she wouldn't stop. This was what needed correction and this I determined was why I was driving. Keep this in mind also, we knew each other very well. You can't talk with someone for months on end without learning their heart. This girl was a frustrated submissive with needs unmet and an attitude problem to match it. She knew me, maybe too well sometimes and this time she went to far.

I pulled into her apartment parking lot at about 9:30. I saw the lights on but stayed in the car. I flipped open my cell phone and called her number. She answered. "Have you calmed down now?" I asked. In a snippy voice she said "Just like a Dom, can't handle nothing. You don't understand a subs needs. Your all the same." I got out of the car. As I walked I said "I'm at your front door." "Huh?" she sputtered. I rang the bell.

I heard a few bumps in the room as she came to the door. The keyhole light changed so I know she looked first and then the door swung open. She was very disheveled. Her hair looked like it hadn't been combed in a couple days. She wore no make up. Her clothes hung from her like potato sacks. This was not the girl I normally saw. She needed a shower was also apparent. Her voice was odd and high in pitch, questioning but surprised as she said "Hi". "Hi yourself." I responded as I stepped through the door before she truly invited me.

Upon entering I could see things were not right. Normally her home was immaculate. But the site I beheld was one of utter chaos. Clothes were in little piles on the floor. The counter was covered in a clutter of dishes, wrappers and junk. Unopened mail had slid to the wall near the microwave. I don't even want to discuss the condition of the sink. I slowly moved forward as I heard the door close behind me very quietly. I walked past the counter to the dining room area. The table was strewn with newspapers and pizza boxes.

I turned around and looked at her. She quickly looked down. "What is going on with you?" I asked in a stern tone. "and don't tell me nothing." She looked up, bit her bottom lip and turned her head away saying nothing. I watched her. She was fidgety. "Are you doing drugs? Speak!" Her chin began to quiver as she was jolted by my voice. "No" in a whimper she managed to say. I looked at her and then around the room and in a softer voice I said "Spill it then."

She put her head down. She was fighting tears. She walked past me quickly and plopped down on the couch. I half followed. She pulled a pillow into her stomach as she crossed her legs up underneath her. I knew now something was wrong. She reached over to the table at the end of the couch and grabbed a pack of smokes. They were empty, she kind of laughed, "Great". I walked over and offered her mine. The ashtray next to her was full so I picked it up and went looking for a place to dump it. I heard the lighter snap from the other room as I pushed the tray down into the over filled garbage bag. I returned to the room. She was pulling hard on that cig and let out a long stream of smoke into the light as I handed her back the ashtray. She slid it back on to the table.

I grabbed a chair from the dining room and pulled it over by the couch and sat down. The other chairs were full of stuff I didn't need to clean. She smoked a couple more puffs. Slow and deliberate. Her chin twitching as were the sides of her eyes. I could tell she was about to speak and she was searching for the words. I pulled out a smoke for myself and lit it. "I chatted with Jeff." she finally blurted out "I asked him to take me back." With her head down she tilted it up to see my reaction. Her eyes were kind of a squint as she searched my face.

Jeff was her old Dom. They had lived together for about 9 months and it ended badly. That was months ago though and I thought it was a dead issue, after all I had been there to hear all the dirt and support her moving out. I pulled a drag from my smoke. "How did that go?" "Not good, awful actually." tears were running down her face. "He reminded me why we broke up in no uncertain terms. I felt like a fool for even asking." She grabbed the ashtray and placed in on the couch in front of her and pounded the cigarette out.

"So why did you approach him?" I stood as I asked. I walked over and flicked my cigarette into the tray and squatted down in front of her. "Because I was fucking lonely." was her reply in an angry tone. Then she broke down. She began to cry hard. I never saw a woman unravel this hard or fast. I put my smoke out and walked to the bathroom. In the other room she cried, loudly. She beat the pillow. I started the water in the sink and looked for a wash cloth. As I got it warm under the water the bawling continued without pause. I wrung out the cloth and came back into the room. She was just starting to get any kind of control to herself. I squatted back down moved the ashtray to the table and then unfurled the cloth and placed it in her hand. She pushed it into her face covering herself. I stood up. After a few moments she stopped crying. I pulled her head over to my leg and rubbed her.

"So this was what all the crap you were giving me on the net was about?" I asked. She nodded, as my pant leg was getting wet from tears and towel. "I knew you wouldn't approve of me even talking to him." she mumbled. I shook my head. I looked again around the room. "Happened a couple three days ago did it?" "Yeah" came from her as she leaned back and cleaned up with the wash cloth. I turned and went over to my chair. I pulled out the pack of smokes popped one into my mouth and tossed the pack on the couch next to her. I lit mine and she placed the wash cloth on the table before retrieving one for herself. I sat down. "You didn't need to put yourself though any of this you know." "I know" she responded. "I'm not your judge to your choices. I'm a friend." I stated. "But you can be very judgmental. At least I feel like I need to do better around you so... I don't know what I was thinking." she shook her head as she spoke. I got up and flicked my ash into the tray. I looked at her. She looked at me. "Is there something else you want to tell me?" Her face made me ask the question. "Yes. I don't want to..... I not sure if....." she sputtered. I looked hard at her. She stiffened and leaned straight back. She looked down at the floor in front of her. "Sir, I need help to get back to myself." she was struggling for words but this was not like her. Finally with a deep breath she asked. "Sir could you please, please spank me. I really need it." A big bright smile crossed my face and a great hoot of laughter broke from me. "Sure babe, I'll bust a palm on your butt, at this point it would be my pleasure." I grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her off the couch. I led her to my chair. I sat down, pulled her over and we both enjoyed the release of the day's tension.