The
Legend of Tara
© Mom
Sometimes it's just worth it
I have a saying that I tell every sub/slave that talk about rebelling against
Her Dom/Master. "Choose your fights wisely". Let's face it, playing is one
thing. But when the man has you over his lap and you are in that state of
mind where you feel you were right; you're in for the long haul. To take
him on over something trivial just doesn't pay. So in light of that, when
I do take him on, I make it good.
Even though our vigilante antics had pretty much been brought to a screeching
halt by Chris, we were still known for cutting coaxes. (For those who don't
know what that is basically it mean to cut the wire that goes from the antenna
to the radio although the radio will still work without one, it will not
work well and if used for to long without it the radio will simply blow up.)
The only rules to this were not to leave the club logo on the property nor
could we wear our shirts and such. Other than that the biggest rule was to
not get caught, because if the person came to Chris or one of his assistants
with a complaint there was hell to pay.
I had gotten hurt playing around with my kids and ended up in a half-cast
that went from the top of my foot on my right leg all the way to my hip.
So with nothing else to do I read a lot and talked on the CB. That is how
I found out that the guy I had cutting my sons hair was being taken to court
for molesting his own sons. My part in this would have been solved by not
letting him near my kids. IF I had not heard him talking about one of my
sons; actually talking about how good looking he thought he was and what
a nice "tush" he had. On the CB!
I was shocked and absolutely furious! My husband was on the road so I
called Chris at work and set the phone so he could hear what the guy was
saying. He listened for a while, and then asked me to pick up the phone.
I wasn't saying a word I was so angry, he said my name twice before I answered.
He told me to shut the radio off. I was frozen; I couldn't move my whole
body was numb and shaking. He used that "tone" telling me to turn the damn
thing off NOW!
I shut it off, and said, "WHAT"!
Chris knew me well enough to know that seeing how this concerned my kids;
I was going to be about as submissive as a rattler at that moment. So instead
of pursuing it as my Dom, he tried as a friend. He asked me to please let
him take care of it. Reasoning that I had that cast on and really didn't
need to get hurt any more than I was. I responded with, "Fine!" and slammed
down the phone.
I called the school and went and picked up my kids. To this day I am not
sure why I did that; I think maybe it just put my mind at ease knowing where
they all were. Then I made sure I talked to them about Greg (the molester).
After that I set to doing housework and fixing dinner when Norie called
me to say I needed to turn my radio on. Greg was on the radio talking about
my children, and how he intended to make a porno starring my sons. I saw
red at that moment.
I walked over to the phone and called Norie back, asked her to call Teresa
and meet me at my house in a half an hour. Then I walked into my bedroom
and started to get my clothes ready. I took a pair of scissors and cut down
the front of the cast (if you've ever had a half-cast it is basically a cast
forming the back half of your leg and covered with gauze).
My leg hurt but at that particular moment I really didn't care, nor feel
it. I got dressed and waited for Norie. While I waited I locked my microphone
down and played "We will Rock You" by Queen. This had become kind of a anthem
for me, signifying that someone was fixing to get their coax cut.
Unfortunately, Chris heard it and called almost immediately. When I answered
the phone he said, "Don't even think about it!"
I couldn't believe it was my voice that answered him. It was like ice when
I said, "Stay out of it Chris".
"How are you going to get his coax with that cast? His antenna is at the
top of an eighty foot tree for Christ sake!"
"Don't worry about it. Chris I have to go".
"Don't you DARE take that cast off!"
I did the only thing I could do at that point. I hung up. Don't get me
wrong here, I loved Chris and would never do anything to hurt him. But I was
a Mom first and foremost, and felt my children were being endangered. All
normal reasoning had left the building!
I grabbed a set of climbing spurs and waited on the front porch. Telling
the kids to leave the answering machine answer the phone, after making sure
Debbie was in the house to watch the younger ones I left.
We snuck in through the backside of his property so we didn't have to
pass lights and such. I climbed that tree using the spurs and cut the bans
holding up his antenna, threw the antenna to the ground, shimmied down the
tree and started to cut the coax as close to the house as I could; when
someone tapped my shoulder.
I turned around and it was Chris! He wasn't looking to happy, but he took
the wire snips and cut the coax himself, took the end of the coax still
connected to the antenna and tied it to his bumper. He helped me into his
truck and he sped off. He put a tape into his player and asked me to hold
his microphone. He played the other song I always played after the fact;
"Another One Bites the Dust" also by Queen. When we got to the on ramp to
the highway he pulled over and threw what was left of the antenna and coax
over the rail into woods. I doubt anyone ever found it.
When he got back into the truck, he turned off his stereo and the CB and
started to lecture. I can't remember all of what he said because now that
the excitement was over it had come to my attention that my leg hurt like
hell! I caught enough to know that I was in deep shit over cutting the cast
off. He couldn't really blame me for the rest of it. But the thought of
my falling out of an eighty foot tree because I was trying to climb it with
a bum leg apparently upset him.
I tried to intervene on my own behalf a couple times and got cut off.
When he asked me if I knew I could have killed myself; I should have kept
my mouth shut. But being me I answered as direct as I could; I said, "Chris,
to be honest with ya, I really don't give a shit".
He didn't say another word, but drove me home walked around the truck
opened the door and helped me out of the truck. When it was apparent my
leg was not willing to work at all, he carried me into the house, into my
bedroom, and laid me on my bed. He called for Debbie and when she entered
he told her he would be back in the morning and if I got out of bed to do
anything other than go to the bathroom to call him. He then left.
When I woke up the next morning I could tell it was late because there
was no noise. I got out of bed and started to hobble out of the bedroom to
the bathroom when I heard a noise. I looked into the living room and there
sat Chris. Apparently he had put my kids off to school, made coffee, and decided
to wait until I got up. He met me at the bathroom door on the way out and
helped me to the couch, then sat beside me.
Now I was still new at this, but not that new. Any time that your Dom
sits next to you with "that look" it is time to move! Which I tried, unfortunately
my injured leg didn't exactly agree with my move and gave out and I fell.
He helped me up asking if I wanted some coffee.
I just nodded looking at him like he was insane.
While he got the coffee he informed me that I was right about why he was
there but not entirely. He fully intended to spank the "tar" out of me,
but he had also already called my doctor and was going to take me to get
the cast replaced. He handed me my coffee and went into my room bringing
me my coat, and shoes and helped me to get them on.
When we got to the doctors office, I managed although I will never know
how; to walk into his office. When he came in to examine me I told him it
didn't hurt anymore and held my breath while he was poking around.
So he started talking to Chris about cars which took my mind off what
he was doing and that BRAT straightened my leg! The pain went through me
like a shot, I yelled so loud I think they heard me in the next county.
He just smiled at Chris and then called for his assistant and told him to
put an actual cast on my leg. Remarking that is should be a bit harder for
me to cut off. It was a little better than the half cast though, it only
came about half way up my thigh. It covered my foot, ankle, and knee but
at least it was bent a little at the knee making it more comfortable.
When we got back to my house, Chris helped me get my coat off, picked
me up, carried me to the nearest dining room chair and put me over his knee;
lifting me slightly to pull down my sweat pants and panties.
He didn't say anything at first, just started spanking. Not hard at first
so I could tell he was just warming up. As he started to spank harder he
only said one thing "doesn't hurt huh?"
Okay, so maybe lying to ones doctor in front of their Dom is not such
a good idea. But my butt was starting to heat up, and I was to busy squirming
to answer.
Now he started spanking in earnest and made his next comment, "Ya don't
really give a shit huh?"
This was starting to hurt and I stated as much at the top of my lungs
while trying to get away. By the way, getting away is a non-happening thing
wearing a cast that size!
Just when I thought my ass was going to fall off on the floor; he stopped.
I relaxed trying to catch my breath.
Unfortunately he was only reaching for a hairbrush he had in his pocket
I assume. Then he started talking! Ya know I got to say this; when you are
setting my ass on fire I am not exactly worried about what you're saying
and would probably say yes to eating raw fish!
Apparently he figured this out somewhere along the line because he stopped
long enough to ask; "are you ever going to lie to your doctor again about
something so important?"
Waiting for me to answer might have been an idea! Damn it hurt as he kept
bringing that stupid brush down on my butt like it was made of rubber. Then
he stops and yells at me to answer him!
Now, I actually said yes. But I felt like saying; 'why no I think I will
lie to him next time just to see if you can put that thing through my ass!'
He then told me that even though he didn't blame me for what I had wanted
to do to Greg, my body belonged to him and I had best remember that the
next time I decided that I didn't "give a shit" if I maimed it. He proceeded
to drive this point home with the hairbrush.
My butt felt like it was on fire, but he had just hit a nerve. The one
that all subs have at times and always makes it impossible for them to sit
for a while. Mine inspired me to inform him that my body may be "his" but
the kids were "mine" and when it came to them I did not now, nor would I ever
give a shit what he "allowed" me to do with "his" body or anything else for
that matter!
This was not one of my better calls. He asked me exactly how I would take
care of "my" kids if I was dead or crippled for life? Then he started to
spank with the brush again. I could swear he was hitting harder.
Finally he stopped and waited for me to answer. As much as I hated to admit
it, I told him I wouldn't be able to.
He sat the brush on the table. Then he started to rub lotion into my scorched
cheeks and thighs while he told me that I had scared him. He didn't know
what he would have done if I had gotten hurt. When he helped me up he sat
me on his lap and held on like he was afraid to let go.
Greg being the idiot that he was, called the police about his missing antenna.
While investigating the police found the pictures he had taken while he and
a friend had raped both boys. They both got 7 years in prison.
The next day when we got the news Chris asked me if it was worth it. As
I sat there feeling the effects of what was one of the worst spankings I would
ever get. I actually looked him in the eye and said yes.