Triple Jeopardy

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Last night, my East Coast guy finally got a hold of me. He was the one I had scared the most; He was the one who's rules I TOTALLY blew to hell. . . . . Almost everyone wasn't concerned about the drinking part. . . . . just the fact that I scared them all. Well, EC has an absolutely NO DRINKING policy. And then. . . . on the way into Virginia, I was running anywhere from 10-40 over all the way. I have a lead foot like you wouldn't believe. . . . Well, I had him on the phone, and I passed a cop running 30 over. . . . *sigh* Not cool. I swore, and he asked what had happened. . . . Even though I didn't get pulled over, he decided a discussion was in store. I was NOT happy. In any case, we finally get to Virginia safely, and almost 3 hours early. *big grin* I went to meet him around 8 o'clock last night. . . . . he sat me down and gave me one HELL of a lecture. He talked for almost an hour and half! All of it was valid, however. . . . He talked about speeding and drinking/driving. Then. . . . . he pulled me over his knee for round one. EC has a hand from hell. I don't know what it is, but he can make ME cry using just his hand. I know, a lot of you are thinking, "Well, there's emotions involved as well." Wrong. (I mean, there is. . . . but still.) He can break through my defiance using nothing but his hand. . . . and that takes serious talent. Needless to say, I was crying by the time he let me take a break. He then used a small paddle. . . . and then the big one. . . . . and then, I got 30 licks with his belt. Being honest, I was glad to see that belt. . . . it meant that he was finished with wood. He doesn't go slow with paddles, and it's ALL otk. I was HAPPY to see that belt. However, by this point, I was barely able to maintain position. I was crying hard enough that I could barely breathe, and I was TIRED. 30. . . . that's it. Well, I pull this trick (and I'm flexible enough to do so) where I can arch my back in order to not be totally bent over, and still have my hands on my knees or ankles. Well, every time I would do so (he watches for it), he'd start the set over. There were two times I refused to get back in position, and he cut the belt across the backs of my upper legs. . . . . Believe me, I dropped back into position like a ROCK. I have no idea how many I finally ended up getting with that belt, but it was a lot more than 30. Finally. . . . . the end was is sight. He let me try to breathe for a couple minutes, and then he bent me over one knee, and handspanked me again. I was crying SO hard by the time he was finished. . . . . This ended up being the 2nd worst spanking I've ever been given. . . . and the thing is, this was ONLY over the speeding. He had recently lost a friend to reckless driving, and he used to run the roads. . . . he knows what can happen, and he was determined to break me of my lead foot. I went driving shortly afterwards (Jess and I got bored and decided to go to North Carolina, so we did!), and I was running the speed limit or slightly under. I have NO desire to EVER get in trouble for anything driving related again. . . . but this also means that I have another one coming for Refuge. I'll pay that price either tonight or tomorrow. . . . . We thought it'd be worth it. . . . . but it's not. We definitely thought wrong.