So this week began with me in a rotten Monday mood. I had not heard a peep from Julio all weekend and I was suffering. Being impatient and demanding and bratty I had texted too many times since Thursday! He did not reply at all. I knew he must have been busy, but it made me feel blue... I am pretty much addicted to this guy. I felt like calling but had gotten too 'down' to even try. So I just ate a lot of sweets I shouldn't have and watched stupid stuff on TV, unable to do a thing. I needed my Julio 'fix'! The late afternoon came and went; it was nearly 7 pm. Suddenly my phone rang! I answered in a very soft and shaky voice: "Hello?"
"Alo, bay-bay, how are you -- you are ok?"
"Kind of," I mumbled.
"Ah, babee, I want you be fine," he said, and I thought I could hear a smile in his voice.
"Say you are fine for me. Quiero que estas feliz, para mi, dulce corazon. (I want you to be happy for me, sweetheart) I come see you now? I love you."
I was instantly elated. I really am a total fool over this guy.
"Oh, I love you so much!" I crooned happily. Are you really coming now? It's so late!"
"Yes, I come now. Is ok? Me extrañaste? You miss me?"
"Oh my God, yes, yes, always!" I did my best to freshen up and got all ready for the moment he'd walk in. A few minutes later I heard the door open. I rushed over to him and fell into his arms and we held each other and just kissed softly for a few moments. I felt really sheepish about bugging him for days on end and I began apologizing.
"I'm so sorry I texted you so much. Don't be mad! I just miss you a lot!"
He slipped his hand between my legs, over my stretchy pants, rubbing gently.
"Bay-bay, you are ok, I love you. My life is very complicated. You need understand this. I will come when I can be with you. I no can come all the time when you say. Yes, i am angry, you are like a child, you cannot wait for what you want! Pero, no te preocupes. Te amo." (Don't worry, I love you)
He described some problems that he had going on -- his rent, his vehicles, whatnot. He was holding a can of Red Bull soda drink, glugging it as he spoke. He hadn't had dinner he said, but he didn't want food or any beer either. So, as each time before, when I realized that I had been entirely annoying, thinking only of myself, disregarding any of his obligations, I felt quite ashamed of myself. Of course, I was grateful that he was going to disregard all my immature behavior. Yet as I had done so many times already, I was acting just like the spoiled brat teen-age princess; it's obvious I have never learned not to do that -- nor will I, it seems. Over and over, I make a promise to him and I myself resolve never to do it again - and then I do!
But it was late; he wanted to go straight upstairs, where I had left a long leather strap from a new tote bag I had bought on the bedroom dresser. He noticed it right off and picked it up, folding it in half.
"Eres una niña mala," he joked with a grin. (you're a bad girl) He set his jaw tight and gave me a mock angry look, then lifted his arm high and deftly swung the strap around in a loop, like a lasso.
"Oooh NO!" I was giggling nervously, but not really worried at all.
He nodded his chin at me: "Take off you pants," and he tugged at my clothes. I was laughing as I did not believe he'd really do anything to me. But he just pulled my pants all the way down with his left hand as I stood by the bench at the foot of the bed. I actually was tangled up with the leggings still around my ankles and he grabbed my arm and gave me a few swats with the strap! No, no -- not too hard, it was just playful... Then he slapped me a bunch of times with his bare hands, very sharply on my bare ass. I did cry out with that, since it really surprised me. He pulled me to him, grinning broadly, and felt and squeezed my butt cheeks. I was panting over all of this -- excited and hotly nervous with this little spanking game.