| I don't know what I was thinking when I took off. What could I have been thinking, to leave like that? Now I was back. He'd begged and pleaded, promised things would change, and I came back. For almost a year, everything went okay, considering. He never mentioned me leaving. But I often caught him quietly brooding. So, when it happened, I was taken completely by surprise. I thought all had been forgiven and forgotten, and we had just moved on. Little did I know there was a penalty that would be paid for leaving. There would be punishment, severe punishment. He had just returned home, parked the truck and came in the house in his usual manner, kissed me, told me how much he'd missed me, and led me into the bedroom. This was not unusual; he's gone so much, the first thing we do when he comes home is fuck. A lot! Usually twice a day until he leaves again. So I didn't think anything of it when he started to undress me. He turned me around, stood me in front of him, ...
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