Dark as Daylight Ch. 16

"It's not my money, it's our money, and I don't give two shits about it. I was livid that you lied to me. It was something we swore we would never do to one another."

"I could not think of another way to do it, without you ordering me not to do it. I looked at our lives going forward the next 10 to 15 years, and I did not like what I saw. There I was sitting behind a big desk in Washington, with everyone kissing my ass, and you floating from job to job protecting someone. You are in danger every day, and I could not lose you. I could not see my life without you.

After our too brief visit to your family, in Italy, I knew we were going to get a ton of money, when we got married. I looked at their vineyards, and the winery, and the scenery overlooking the lakes, and the Adriatic. I looked at your brothers, and sisters, and saw what wonderful lives they were living, and how happy they were with your large extended families. I pictured us living there, and I liked it.

Your aunt Camilla showed me the property that divided your vineyards, and told me about the woman who would not sell her property to your family, because she had a feud with your grandmother.

Using my exalted position, I checked up on her family. With a little sleight of hand, and computer magic, when we returned for our wedding, I paid a visit to Donna Angelina. Within 25 minutes, she accepted a check of $5 million for a partial payment for her entire property. She called her lawyer and told him to execute the necessary papers. I told her lawyer to contact Rod Laver, who would handle the legal end of the transaction for us, here in the United States.

She also thanked me profusely for protecting her family's honor."

"What was her family involved in?"

"Selling wine, of course."

"What's illegal about that?"

"I guess it was the way I presented the paperwork to her, and the pictures of the people she thought her children were associating with."

"Thank God, there is only one of you in this world. There may be a second one growing up, but I'm going to make sure she's on that spacecraft when it leaves."

"I guess you mean Deborah, and not this little one?"

"No dear, I am not departing with you, or the first of our little ones."

"You want more than one child?"

"It would look very foolish of us to live in Italy, among my brothers and sisters, and be the only ones to come to an event with one child, wouldn't it?"

"Can we just play it by ear?"

"Isn't it the way we played this one?"

"I guess."

"Then we'll worry about the next one, if it comes along."

"Does that mean you forgive me?"

"I want you to know that William gave me permission to kill you. That's how angry he was with you. His word is his bond. Do you remember the way he talked about the traitor, Stansfield Turner? It was always about him breaking his word. 'How could he lie to us? How could he deceive us? It always came down to trust, and if he couldn't trust you, you disappeared. He still feels the pain, when it comes to that man. He was a very trusted friend, and associate."

"Joseph, I will not stop sparring with you, just because I'm pregnant. It's my way of exercising. If you back off 1-inch, you are going to be hurting when you go to bed at night. We are retiring, when this balloon takes off, and were moving to Italy, to raise our child."

"We are not, and that ends this discussion. You are going to be the first female, and best Director the FBI has ever had. If I have to take the Oath of Office for you, and use duct tape to keep you in your exalted office, you will be there every morning, while I babysit our children. My siblings will not let me live it down, if I only have one child running around our house.

I have not permitted you to beat the shit out of me, all these years, in an attempt to keep you happy, and then allow you to back out of the commitments that were made for your advancement at the last moment. I will not allow it to happen. If I have to smack your ass to keep you in line, every moment we are at home, I will.

If our servants, at our Alexandria, Virginia home make you blush every time you pass them, it will be your own fault, because they will have heard you taking another spanking for disagreeing with me.

You must remember how many high-ranking people, from both sides of the aisle, stood up, and put your name forward for this position, above many other qualified people.

Not only is your honor, what tiny bit of it you have, but their honor is at stake, also'.

Think about what I said this afternoon, Mrs. Constantine, because when I get you home, I'm going to spank you, to make sure you can recite every word."

"You think you are going to spank me, Mr. Constantine?"

"You bet your tiny ass on it, Mrs. Constantine."

"What did I tell you about 'tiny' jokes, Joseph?"

"I'm not joking when I say your ass is tiny. If you look in any mirror,

it is the smallest thing anyone has ever seen."

"That tiny ass has kicked your fat ass all over our home, and back again. Watch what you say to me Joseph. No one has appointed you God. I will decide what I'm going to do with my career, and I've decided to retire, and move to our new home, in Italy."

"You are going to become the first female director of the FBI, or I'm going to have you put in jail for grand theft. I will raise our baby, while you serve 7 to 12 years in a federal prison, with some of the wonderful people you put there."

"Do you think you are scaring me? I put them there, and I probably beat the shit out of them doing it. If you keep aggravating me, I'm going to beat the shit out of you right here."

"You have no idea how I wish we were home right now, so I could spank you, and beat some sense into that dense head of yours."

"Mr. Constantine, everyone is ready to go to the hospital."

"I will be there in a few minutes. Be sure all our escort cars are armored."

"I'll see to it, Mr. Constantine."

"Thank you, Hank."

Laura bit his ear.

"How hard were you going to spank me?"

"Don't start, I want to throw you on that table, and fuck you senseless."

"I could see that in your eyes. Why don't you, we are alone, and we could make it a quickie."

"No we are not alone, are we Deborah."

"Dammit, how could you possibly know I was listening? I didn't peak around the corner. When you were fighting before, my grandmother said it was foreplay. I couldn't understand how it possibly could be. It sounds like you want to kill one another, rather than make love. I still don't understand."

"What did I tell you, while you and Holden were resting between matches?"

"I don't want to wait until I get older to understand. Why can't you explain it to me now?"

"You or me baby?"

"You started this Joe; it's up to you to finish it."

"Okay Deborah, but I don't have much time to explain it in detail, because I have to get Holden to the hospital. Come over here, lay your chest across the table, and put your head on your hands. Tell me when you're comfortable?"

The table was at the perfect height, when she bent at the waist and laid her body across. She folded her arms and laid her head on her hands. She felt comfortable.

"This is a very comfortable position, Mr. Constantine. Am I supposed to meditate or something?"

"It's probably the 'or something', Debbie. Laura will put her arms on your back to help you control your breathing, while you listen to what I have to say."

"I will, I will remember everything."

"I guarantee you will."

As Laura put her arms across Debbie's back she said, "Listen carefully, sometimes his voice becomes very demanding, when he is imparting his wisdom."

Joe reached back, swung his right hand, at a little more than three quarters speed, and connected with Debbie's left ass cheek. The lesson had begun, and Debbie received the message loud and clear.

"Ow! What the..."

His hand met her right ass cheek on the next swing, and she howled in indignation, and pain, again.

This continued until each of her cheeks received 10 good blows. She lay across the table sobbing into her arms, with Laura rubbing her back.

Without moving she asked, "What did I do wrong, Mr. Constantine?"

"You wanted to grow up instantly. You didn't want to do it the way it is normally done, over time. You are almost 16 years old, and you want to know why I act the way I do, with my wife. I brought you up to speed.

I spank my wife, and this may surprise you, but she likes it. You can ask her, she's right next to you. It makes me the dominant one in our relationship; but I'm really not. I am taller, I weigh more than she does, I am stronger than she is, and I am definitely smarter than she is..."

"Don't push it, Joseph."

"But we are partners, 50-50. We don't sound like it most of the time, but we are when it is important. We know when to acquiesce to the other. Stand up, Debbie; look at us, and tell us what you see?"

"The two of you could confuse God. At this moment, you look like you two are so in love with each other, it would take the entire US Army to separate the two of you. A short time ago, it sounded, and looked like you wanted to use chainsaws on each other. I am more confused now than I was before you spanked me."

"If you are more confused now, I'm going to make you insane now. I have to ask you this. I'm not doing this to embarrass you. It's because it's very important for you to realize this. Debbie, are you sexually excited? More easily put 'Is your vagina wet?' It is a normal reaction, when a woman gets spanked. It is a pleasure/pain response that is controlled by the pituitary gland. You are not abnormal if you are wet."

The color of her face turned bright pink when he asked the question. She wasn't moist, she was dripping, and didn't realize it until Joseph asked. She couldn't understand the reaction. At least she now had the answer.

"You're joking! Why didn't they teach us this shit in school? I feel like a blooming idiot not knowing any of this stuff at my age."

"You owe me 500 sit ups, and 500 crunches, because of your mouth."

"Why, I only said..."

Laura clamped a hand over Debbie's mouth.

"Say it again and you will owe him 1000 each, Miss Finch. Can I let you go now?"

"Yph Mphsh Knsshamtne."

"You will exercise on the honor system, and have these done by the morning. Is that clear Debbie?"

"Yes Mrs. Constantine, but at my age I should know all the stuff about my bodily functions, shouldn't I? I've taken two years of biology. I've dissected frogs, fish, and a baby rabbit. If they didn't teach me that stuff in biology, they should have said something about it in Health class, or I should have heard about it, through social conversations as I went through high school and college. I have not lived a cloistered life like my grandmother, and grandfather wanted me to. My sister and I had a lot of fun going through school. Why don't I know any of this stuff about my body? I should have heard someone say something in the dining hall. I heard a great deal of other...stuff, that is for certain."

"You should not feel like a 'blooming idiot,' because your mother would've explained this to you as you grew into womanhood. However, she's nearly 18 light years away from us, and the boys haven't figured out how to make the speed of sound move at 'sub-space' speed yet, like they talk about on Star Trek. They are working on it, but they haven't figured it out yet. You are one step ahead of Rebecca, at this moment, because she does not know what my right hand taught your ass, yet. Later tonight, you can teach her the same lesson I taught you. Then ask her the same questions I asked you."

"She will strangle me to death if I spank her."

"Somehow, I don't think so. Have you learned enough for today?"

"I think I've learned enough to keep my mind occupied for the next month, or more, Mr. Constantine. It will also take that long for my rear end to recover from what you just put it through. Also, 'I don't understand' are words I'm going to be using a lot for a very long time. Why do I feel the way I do?

I don't understand how someone, as slight as Mrs. Constantine, can be so brutally prevailed upon, can become so sexually stimulated, because of a spanking. It does not compute."

"What you do to your wife is beyond abusive. It borders on monstrous. You are such a gentle and knowledgeable teacher. How can you look upon that frail woman, who is one third your size, and unleash all your power on her body?"

Joe grabbed his jacket and pulled out his wallet. He removed two pictures from it and showed them to Rebecca.

She gasped. "Were you in a car accident?"

"No Rebecca, I wasn't in a car accident. The frail woman you pointed to did this to me."

Rebecca looked at Laura, and asked if it was true.

Laura pointed to a Band-Aid in the crook of Joe's elbow and said, "I didn't do that. The technician at the hospital, who drew blood from his arm did it."

Rebecca looked up at Joe and finally said, "Mr. Constantine, now I understand."

"Good, let's go, Holden is waiting."

"Hop on tiny."

Without fretting about 'that' diminutive word, Laura hopped from the table top onto Joe's back. The three of them proceed towards the emergency exit, to greet the entourage waiting to take Holden to the hospital.

When they arrived, Holden was irritated, and took it out on Rebecca.

"I could have died lying here waiting for you."

"Why are you complaining to me? I was not the one in charge, and you know it. If you have a burr up your ass, ask Mr. Constantine what the delay was for. You may get a kick out of it."

"Joe, what took you so long?"

Joe growled, "Were you speaking to me?"

"No sir, my mouth didn't move."

"I didn't think so. Otherwise I would be on my way to personnel. What would I be doing there Holden?"

"Signing your discharge papers."

"You would be very happy about that, wouldn't you?"

"No, Mr. Constantine, I would be terrified if you left us."

"Okay then let's get your act in gear, and get you to the hospital. Tom!"

"I'm here, Joe."

"Do not let Richard out of your sight. I am sure that makes Mr. Finch very happy."

"You will never know exactly how happy, Mr. Constantine."

"If what my wife is carrying in her belly is a girl, in 17 years I will know how happy you are feeling Mr. Finch."

Everyone yelled at once, "Laura's pregnant?"

Laura put a bar hold around Joe's throat, and squeezed hard, very hard; and then hard, as their friends began hooping, laughing, and applauding for their friends' happiness.

"Way to go asshole. Could you find any more embarrassing way to tell our friends that I'm pregnant?"

Joe gasped, "No, I thought that was the most embarrassing way I could do it, and not get killed, by you, in the process. I love you baby."

"I didn't know God made shit piles as big as you. I love you too Joseph. Let's get to the hospital before this baby arrives. I'd like to find out the sex and do some shopping first."

Deborah said, "The way this afternoon has been dragging along, I was beginning to wonder if we were going to make it there, before the nine months was up. It is still nine months isn't it; I'm mean with global warming, and everything?"

Holden said, "Hop on the gurney with me, and we will test the nine-month theory."

"I'm the one with the pussy, and yet I beat the crap out of you, twice, very easily. If you want to get me on my back, on my knees, or up against a wall Mr. Luck, you've got a lot of work to do. It's not only your love muscle that needs work, but your technique, your etiquette, and your style. I had fewer clothes on then my sister, and you couldn't get me out of them. It doesn't say a lot for you."

"I'm extremely wealthy, does that help?"

"I'm extremely wealthy also. I'm leaving it all to charities that will feed the hungry and immunize children against diseases, when I leave the planet. I don't need your money, because it will be useless on any other planet. What else do you have to offer a beautiful woman?"

Holden Mistake #1:

"Who said you are beautiful?"

Debbie was airborne, with her fangs unfurled, instantly.

Laura screamed, "Get her before she kills him."

It was to late to grab her, because Deb's jump did not propel her high off the ground. It was linear, and straight for his head. She wanted it as a trophy; possibly just her first.

Fear is the great equalizer. It can make motionless people move fast, sometimes incredibly fast.

Holden realized his brain/mouth filter had errored, when he saw the change in Rebecca's demeanor, and her instantaneous movement towards him. As the upper portion of her body cleared the end of the gurney, with her arms and hands reaching towards his throat, he was somehow able to slide off the left side of the gurney, and fall the floor, like water falling off the edge of the countertop.

She landed on the soft mattress; cursing that he was not beneath her.

He fell 42 inches to the floor, landing flat on his face, chest, and groin, cursing for a totally different reason. His agents had not lowered the gurney to the traveling position, because they were awaiting Joe's orders. In this position, it was easier for them to take care of Holden's needs.

Rebecca slid off the gurney, and laid down on the floor next to him.

When he opened his eyes, and saw her staring at him, he closed them and said, "You are trying to kill me."

"You are absolutely correct. If you hadn't moved so quickly, you would not be in pain at this moment. You would be peacefully dead. How dare you tell me I'm not beautiful. I work very hard to stay beautiful. My mother is a very beautiful woman, and so was her mother. My grandmother is a very beautiful woman and so was her mother.

My father is a very handsome man, and so is his father. My family genes give me no choice but to be a beautiful woman if I do my part.

I eat properly, I exercise, and I do not put anything on my face or my body that would cause me to break out in rashes or pimples. My sister and I read up on all the current medical directives on keeping our bodies as pure as possible, and we rarely if ever get sick. We are vaccinated against everything, including some things that are experimental in nature, but sound extremely rational.

Now, you come along and insult me, and by proxy my sister, my family, and my future children. No one, I repeat no one does that to us, without paying a price. When you recover, I will meet you on the mats once more, and I am going to beat the crap out of you, Holden. I have decided I don't like you."

"Does that mean we are not going to have sex?"

"My feelings for you have nothing to do with us copulating. We will just be fucking, that is, if I can stand you at the time. It would have been a much more pleasurable experience for both of us if we were making love, but you turned out to be a first-class dip shit. You are as obnoxious a person as I have ever met, and I will make it my purpose until we reach Atwater-Luck, and I achieved the magic age of 18, to turn you from just an extraordinary brilliant unbearable scientist, into a normal, functioning, rational, human being.

If I can accomplish this Herculean feat, over the next two or so years, I may allow you access to my pussy. You must understand that there is a problem on Atwater Luck that works in your favor. There are more women there than men, and the men are older than the women. It does not matter what happens with the new generations, as they come around, because they normally even out within 2% or 3%. What they are going to have to get use to is marrying someone they have known every day of their lives. Most of us have grown up with the Christian Judeo ethic, and will not share a partner with another person of the same sex. In space this will not work out. The human genome needs to be spread out, otherwise faults will occur, and no one wants to start killing babies because it carries a genetic defect. We cannot allow that to happen as we move off this world, and begin colonizing others.