by Rachel Burns
She ran Patrick back into the living room and laid him down. Then she went back into the kitchen and took the frying pan out of the oven.
She was crying and feeling very sorry for herself. Patrick was screaming so loud, she feared the neighbors would call the police.
She dumped the steaks on a cookie sheet and put them back in the oven. Then she stirred the pepper mix and went to pick up Patrick.
Derrick entered the apartment, thinking it smelt so bad in here that he wanted to leave again.
He saw his bawling wife with the baby in her arms.
“Elise, what’s wrong?”
“I told you clearly I couldn’t cook.” She said every word very plainly, so he would finally understand her.
“But you did. Serve up what you made.” Derrick was worried about what he would have to eat, but he’d had a big lunch at work, so he wouldn’t end up having to go hungry. He took Patrick out of Elise’s arms and waited.
She wiped her eyes on her sleeve and made up a plate for Derrick. It didn’t look half bad. The colorful peppers had been cooked on low heat, and they had turned out. Elise put a big pile of them on his plate, and then she gave him a couple of potatoes. She stabbed the steak and plopped it on his plate too.
Elise set his plate on the table and reached for Patrick. “I have to feed him. He was crying.”
Derrick handed over the baby. Patrick was warm, and he must have been crying for a while. Derrick had heard him crying when he entered the building.
Elise disappeared with Patrick into the bathroom.
There was nothing left for Derrick to do but sit down and eat alone. He picked up his silverware and bravely cut into his meat. It was dry and tough, and it tasted like plastic. He chewed on it for over a minute before he could swallow it down.
He got up and opened the windows in the living room.
Then he went back to the meal his wife had so lovingly prepared for him. She’d tried to be a good wife today. No matter how terrible it tasted, he would eat it.
He tried the potatoes and the peppers. They didn’t taste like anything.
He got up and got butter, ketchup, pepper and salt. He dumped everything on his plate and went to work.
The meal took him half an hour to eat, but he got it down. It sat like a rock in his stomach.
Elise stayed in the bathroom until she heard him go into his bedroom. Then she came out and changed Patrick’s diaper. She put him in his bed and for once he didn’t cry.
Elise went into the kitchen and cleaned up. Fat had gotten everywhere. Derrick was probably mad at her, and he would want to spank her once she was finished cleaning up.
She cleaned the fat drops off her cell phone and learned how to clean a kitchen with another tutorial.
When she was finished a few hours later, she went to the bathroom again and showered, ruining the evidence that she had cleaned in here.
Derrick hadn’t been in here to see how nice she’d cleaned it. He would think she sat around all day and started cooking at the last minute.
She cleaned up in the bathroom and then went to her couch.
Exhausted, she fell right to sleep.
Five minutes later Patrick started to cry.
Elise woke and threw the blanket to the side. She went over to her son and gave him a sad look. “You weren’t nice to me today, were you?”
Immediately, she felt ashamed of herself. He’d slept so long, and it wasn’t his fault that she wasn’t at all gifted at being a good housewife.
“I’m sorry, Patty. Mommy didn’t mean that. I think you’re a very nice little boy. I love you so much.”
Derrick had heard Patrick. He got up and wanted to get him. Then he heard Elise talking to Patrick. He backed up into his bedroom and listened to Elise cry.
He told himself that her tears shouldn’t bother him, but they did. It was clear that she was starting to understand the magnitude of her mistakes and what the rest of her life would look like.
She probably didn’t like what she saw in her future.
Chapter 24 – Broke
Elise bought her cleaning products and what she needed to make a meal labeled easy. It really was.
When Derrick came home on Wednesday, a baked chicken breast with rice and mixed vegetables was waiting for him at his spot on the table.
The apartment was clean, and he could hear the dryer going. Elise was changing Patrick’s diaper, and she claimed he was hungry again.
Derrick sat down and ate alone. His wife didn’t want to eat with him.
He wasn’t happy with his life either.
Elise looked through all the cupboards, searching for something she could stretch into a meal. Still, even if she found something, they wouldn’t have anything to eat tomorrow. There were still four days left in the month. She wished he hadn’t taken her credit cards away from her.
Her shoulders slumped. This meant she would get another spanking. The more he practiced spanking her, the better he got at making it hurt. The last one had been very effective.
“Oh, Patty, Mommy isn’t good at being a wife.”
There was nothing Elise could do but wait for Derrick to come home and then confess.
She went around the apartment, cleaning as she went. She didn’t want to get into trouble for that too.
Oddly enough the day went by quickly.
Elise had decided to be feeding Patrick when Derrick came in. She would tell him Patty was especially hungry today and say Derrick should get a bowl of cereal.
It was getting closer and closer to the time Derrick was supposed to come home, and Patty was still sleeping.
Elise was pacing up and down by the door, listening for the elevator.
Then before she could wake Patrick, the door opened and she was standing face to face with her husband.
“You’re home?”
“Yes, I live here.” Derrick could feel that she was up to something. “What did you do, Elise.”
“Nothing. I just thought I’d hear the elevator.”
“Why were you listening for the elevator?” Derrick glanced around to see if they were alone, because Elise was acting like a woman who had her lover hidden in the closet.
“I wanted to know when you would get here,” Elise replied, lamely
Derrick started looking around, opening closet doors and peeking in them.
“What are you doing?” Elise asked him.
“I’m looking for something,” he answered her.
“Are you going out again?”
Derrick stopped what he was doing and looked at her. She looked hopeful. “Are you trying to get rid of me?”
“Of course not. I was just wondering if you were eating out tonight?”
Derrick straightened up. She’d run out of food. Instead, of looking in closets, he now looked in the refrigerator and in the cupboards. “You didn’t cook.”
“A hundred a week simply isn’t enough. No one can live on that,” Elise tried to reason with him.
“We can, or better said we will. Go in the bedroom, Elise.”
“Derrick, you’re expecting too much from me.” Elise wanted to add that she was still just a kid, but that was a can of worms she didn’t want to open.
“No, I don’t. I’m expecting the things from you now that I’ll also expect from you in the years to come. I think I’m being fair.”
“You mean you want to live off of a hundred dollars a week for the rest of our lives? That isn’t fair.” Elise had a picture of them starving in her mind.
“I believe I told you to do something.” Derrick gave her what she was already calling ‘the look.’ It was a ‘you better listen to me right now or else’ look.
Elise huffed and went into his bedroom.
She opened her jeans and pulled them down to her ankles then she pushed down her panties. She sat on the bed, so she could remove her things, freeing them up from her ankles. The jeans she folded, and the panties she slipped inside of the folds of the jeans before she la
id them behind her.
She felt if she were already half naked and sitting before he came in, he wouldn’t see as much of her.
This whole spanking thing was embarrassing enough. Still, it was best to get it over with.
Derrick called for a pizza. He wasn’t sure what Elise would want on her half. He was married to a woman, and he didn’t know what she liked on her pizza.
Derrick remembered that she’d ordered the mushroom burger the night they went to the diner, so he told the restaurant to put mushrooms on her half.
They said it would be there in half an hour or less.
Derrick thanked the guy on the phone and went into his bedroom where his wife was waiting. He was pleased to see she wasn’t going to waste his time with games tonight.
He sat down next to her, and Elise started to move into position.
Derrick helped move her. “I know you think I’m being unfair, but learning to live on a budget is an accomplishment a person should be proud of. It’s an accomplishment someone like you should learn to appreciate. You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth, but most people weren’t. This way you’ll learn to understand what it means to do without something.”
Derrick lifted his hand and delivered a few swats he decided to name attention getters. His hand was cupped, and it landed on the lower fleshy part of her backside.
He wanted to grab onto her cheeks and thrust into her.
Every day it got harder to live with her and not think about sex.
He decided to spank her, so he enjoyed it, and she learned he meant what he said. For once in her life, she couldn’t run to her daddy to clean up after her.
Derrick was helping her turn into a woman who he could be proud of, one who had learned from her mistakes and came out stronger.
He spanked the back of her thighs. Normally, he did those last, but today he would do it to begin with.
He knew she hated that. The kicking started right away. He kept at it until they were a dark red, and he could audibly hear Elise sobbing.
Then he moved onto her cheeks. Derrick smacked, and they bounced beautifully for him. His penis was starting to throb. He wanted her so badly.
His hand had found a rhythm that delivered pain and pleasure. Elise hated that his spankings could have this effect on her.
She pressed her thighs together and dreamt about sitting on his lap with his penis inside of her. They would make love, and he would spank her while he took her.
Her nipples hardened as she imagined them brushing against his strong chest as she hopped on his penis. She remembered how big it was, and that it had filled her completely.
She felt like she was about to come.
He’d killed her if she did that. He had to think that he was punishing her.
The last thing he would want to do was sleep with her and love her with his body. She’d messed up his life in the worst way.
Derrick noticed that she’d stopped crying. His hand went back to her thighs. She had to learn that he couldn’t give her an endless amount of money. She needed boundaries. Most importantly, she needed to learn to be happy with what she had.
“How much longer?” Elise squealed out in pain. She didn’t think he was attractive anymore. She hated him.
Better said: she hated the inside of his hand. She would do whatever she could, so he never had to spank her again. It was too intimate.
“I’m almost finished.” Derrick knew he was getting good at this. The heat in his hand and the heat coming from her told him as much.
He gave her five of his best. Then he told her she could sit up.
Derrick went to the bathroom and opened his pants. The vision of her reddened backside was still in his mind. His warm hand wrapped around his hardened penis and he finished up what the view of Elise had started.
Elise sat on her burning backside and thought about what she could do to avoid torture like that again. She got up and rubbed the back of her legs, trying to relieve the pain. She didn’t want to get dressed in jeans again.
It was already late, so she chose a pair of jogging pants.
The doorbell rang, and she heard Derrick answering it. A man was delivering a pizza. Elise’s stomach grumbled. She hadn’t eaten lunch because there hadn’t been anything left to eat.
Would Derrick share the pizza with her?
She decided to go and check on Patrick.
The wonderful scent of pizza greeted her when she stepped out of the bedroom.
Elise went into the living room and looked at Patrick. Her little angel was asleep in his bed.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Derrick, sitting at the table with the box of Pizza open.
“Come here and eat. I remembered that you liked mushrooms.”
Slowly, Elise moved forward. She knew she couldn’t sit down and eat. Instead, she went to the cupboard and got a plate. She ate in standing.
Derrick pulled out his wallet. He laid fifty dollars on the table. “This better last.” If it doesn’t, you go without food for the rest of the month.”
That was an empty threat. He knew that she was breastfeeding and she needed healthy meals.
Elise hated herself for almost enjoying the spanking she’d received. She couldn’t let herself think that he would grow to love her like her father had said Derrick would. Every spanking hurt worse than the one before.
He would let her go hungry, she thought.
He must hate her more with each day that passed.
Elise was relieved when Patrick woke up.
Derrick dreaded going home after work, but weekends were the worse. Then he had to spend two complete days with her. Elise did what she was told and what he expected of her, but she was cold.
They rarely looked one another in the eye. Not even on Thanksgiving when Elise made a turkey. They sat with each other at the table, saying nothing to one another.
Elise felt guilty because she’d ruined Derrick’s life.
Derrick figured Elise was bitter because she’d married him.
He didn’t feel welcome in his home. He felt like a prison director, and he was certain that his wife felt like a convict.
Chapter 25 – Showing Off The Baby
Derrick looked over his shoulder. Elise was standing in front of the stove stirring something. Because the food was already on the table, he figured she was pretending to be busy, so she didn’t have to sit with him at the table. She had been the perfect wife the last couple of weeks, but because of that, they never had to talk.
“Elise, your father wants you to come to work tomorrow, so everyone can see the baby.”
Elise wasn’t sure how to react. Did he want her to call her father and make up some excuse why she couldn’t come, or did he want her to go into work with him?
“Okay, if that’s what you want,” she answered.
“It’s what your father wants,” Derrick corrected her. “Just stop by at some point in the day.”
“Of course.” Elise went back to stirring the soup she was making. That would be for her tomorrow. And maybe this evening if the baby wouldn’t sleep for her. She didn’t mind staying awake all night. It meant she had a moment to herself when he wasn’t watching her and criticizing her. She could look out of the window at the city lights and talk to her mom.
This wasn’t working out.
Derrick got up early and left the house without breakfast. He hated the idea of Elise showing up at work. Everyone would know he was the father and think he liked having sex with little kids. He would be branded as a pervert.
Maybe he should have told her not to stop by his department. That would have been better.
He certainly didn’t worry about hurting her feelings. Not after what she did to him and how cold she’d been acting to him the last couple of weeks.
Elise had turned into the perfect robot wife.
His heart was growing bitter. He’d felt closer to her when she first moved in, and he had to spank her so often. This month they had hardly exc
hanged three words with each other.
Derrick no longer believed that they would one day be able to forget what happened. She didn’t need to think that he could ever love her. There was no need to give her false hope. He’d been forced to marry her, but no one could force him to love her.
All day he sat in his office and waited. It was difficult to think about anything else, knowing that she was going to show up and ruin his reputation.
At lunchtime he figured she’d be in the canteen. He looked around as his heart clenched up. She would walk over to him, and everyone would know that Derrick was a pervert who slept with kids who were right out of high school and got them pregnant.
Why hadn’t he thought to use a condom? Or he could have at least pulled out before he came. He would regret that for the rest of his life.
Luckily, she wasn’t in the canteen. He went back to hide in his office.
There was a file waiting on his desk. Ashton had another hair-brained idea. He didn’t want to deal with her either.
She looked too much like Elise.
How could he want Elise so much and at the same time not want to see her?
It was getting late, and Derrick still hadn’t heard anything.
Gossip about Elise was something everyone loved at Montfort Industries. They tried to guess who the father might be.
If she were here, he would have heard about it.
Would her father call him up to his office to ask about her and Patrick?
Derrick didn’t know the first thing about his wife. He was satisfied when she kept the apartment clean and cooked him something to eat. Otherwise, he wanted her to leave him alone, and she was doing that.
He’d done his duty and married her. People would say he’d done the right thing. To him it felt like he was cleaning up her mess.
There was a knock on his door, which was open, so he could hear what was going on. His secretary smiled at him. “Mr. Montfort wants to see you in his office.”
