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How did you find that person inside of you??? - 4/11/2012 11:09:00 AM

bigdaddyrdm

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For Me,
It all started that summer day....

I just came home from work... Hot Florida sun, working on a boat.. needless to say I was tired and needed a break.

I wasn't in the house five minutes... She said... I haven't eaten all day!... I responded why? I made sure you had money for lunch, she responded... I didn't have time to go get anything, I was busy... Really?? You allow them for the wages they pay to have that much control over you. You are NEVER too busy for lunch, Make time, Fuck them... Do Not allow them to control you that way!!!! I headed for a cool shower with the remarks... Grab a snack, we will eat after I cool off and settle in... Its 95 fucking degrees out there.

I grab a shower... ahh how refreshing, upon re-entry into the living-room I hear a sly remark.
To which I respond what??? She says... Nothing I guess as long as you ate nothing else matters!!!!!.... Really!, Are you serious, I just walked in the door, You are in full on bitch mode and I am paying the price for your day at work and the fact you were bullied into no lunch....

I don't have the luxury of doing whatever I want all day... ( referring to my self employment)..... My only response was, Ok, And if I fail to meet my commitments I have no one to fault but myself... MY shoulders carry twice the load !!!!

This is starting to be a toxic evening.. and I need to change this....

Get Dressed we will go to alehouse, neither of us feel like cooking.... ( I dont feel like going out) she says.....

my response, I am not eating that shit in a box!!! I work hard formy money and am not spending on shit like that!!!!

(Fine go eat, I will fend for myself)..... She replies with a nasty tone...

I walk in the bedroom.... Steaming... I have never in my life have struck a woman out of anger and I refuse to start now.. That is such a coward way out!! after all I am 260 lbs... she is 130 at best.... WTF,,,,,

I think to myself, this bitch is out of control!!!!!... wait.. that's the key word... control....

Like all other elements in my life I have to remain in control here!!!! I have to reel this in NOW... before she does this on day two, day three... I am not living this way....

I walk out and say calmly.... You need to put on whatever your comfortable in and come eat with me... As she walks out of the kitchen she remarks!!!! I will eat here.. Just go!!!

I don't know where it came from or how, but instinct took over, I grabbed her by the short hairs on the back of her neck, Just like Momma used to do... Walked her skinny ass in the bedroom, pushed her over the side of the bed .. She said sternly... Get off me you fucker... I responded with what ever came out of my mouth....

Which happened to be... This is my HOUSE!, You are MY girl... Not charlies! m( her Boss), Not anyone else s but Mine!... I will NOT come home ever again and deal with you allowing someone else have this much control over our personal life...

She yells, at me to piss off!!! you don't know what I go through....

I yank off my leather belt, land a swift swat across her ass you can hear the skin through her thin boyshorts she has on....

I am personally at odds with myself... Really I think,,,,, Nervous in my own right.. yet oddly very turned on!!!.. This will either rock, or end us... either way I couldnt stop till I felt she was where I wanted her to be... I had this unknown force inside me, driving me... voice in my ear yelling MAN up and own your home, your life, Your bitch....

Swat, Swat Swat... each a little harder than the last......she covers her ass!! spins around yells at me, what the fuck is your problem... its no fun when it hurts!!!!

I respond by grabbing her arm and spinning back around ass up, hand on back of her neck!!!! SWAT hard on her ass.... This isnt meant to be fun... this is meant to remind you this is my house, that we share as a couple and that shit you brought in here today does not belong here and will never come back in this house......!!!!!

I am not going to come home to a woman who throws temper tantrums like a fucking 5 year old over some one else's problems!!!!!!

She wimpers!!!! WOW!... Really my stomach jumps in my throat....
Guess That last one left a mark... even through the shorts!!!

She says those magic words!!!!! I am stunned and hunt for a response!!!

( I am sorry baby... I was hungry, irritated, and just so tired of those nagging bitches at work)....

I roll her over... she sits up, I pull up her chin.... I look her in the eyes and say... Well then we will sit down after dinner tonight and talk about what you go through at work and how we can change it... after all, I have managed up to 40 people at once and people skills are a stronghold for me....

( ok I would like that), she wimpers...

My ass is on fire!!! she says... I think you bruised me!!!!...

I stand her up.... pull her shorts off..... bend her over and see her ass, all red.. swollen, belt marks!!, you can see the red veins, and the black bruising starting to form....

I ask her... Are you over your little tantrum, ( yes Sir) she replies.....

Ok, wait here.... I go to the kitchen, prepare a bowl of ice.......

This leads to part two of this story to be written later, which ends after a (late night) dinner with her laying in my arms... and she says to me for the first time... Good night Daddy... I love you.....