Tuesday 5th December
I woke up this morning, freezing cold, on the back seat of my car. Josie lay next to me, her head resting against. my shoulder.
We decided to take the day off school. Things were going great, it was if we'd never been apart. I started to remember how much she had meant to me, and regret having ever let her get away.
If something feels too good to be true it all too often is too good to be true. One of her friends phoned, asking why she wasn't in school. All her friends are shit-stirring little bitches - who think far too much of themselves - but the girl who rang, Emily, is the worst of them. By the time their conversation had finished, Josie was in floods of tears, and questioning if I could really commit to her this time around. I did my best to assure her I would, but it wasn't good enough. We were soon in the midst of a heated argument, centred on my past infidelities.
It was early evening when I arrived home. I was full of anger and resentment; I needed to let off some steam.
'Where are you?' I asked Miss Tan.
'I'm home Sir,' she replied, instantly.
'Send me a picture.'
'Of what Sir?'
'Anything.'
I was soon looking at her naked tits, which still bore the word slut. It was a nice enough picture, but nothing exciting, nothing I hadn't seen before. I wanted something new, something different.
I decided to find out if she had a webcam. She confirmed there was one built into her laptop, but claimed she didn't know how to use it. I told her to set-up an account on a popular instant messaging service, and to download the corresponding application. I gave her the username for an alias I had created and a few minutes later I was accepting a new contact request from 'dfc7777'.
'Is that you?' I typed, my hands a little shakey.
'Yes, it is Sir' she replied.
I initiated a video call, safe in the knowledge that there was no camera attached to my own computer.
Miss Tan sat on her bed, legs crossed looking down towards the camera. The room was dimly-lit. She wore what appeared to be pyjama bottoms and a hooded sweatshirt. Her hair was tied back.
She waved at the camera and then leaned forward to type.
'Do I not get to see you Sir?' she questioned.
'Of course not, you stupid slut,' I responded, 'I'm in a bad enough mood as it is without you asking me dumb questions.'
'Why are you in a bad mood Sir? Is it something I've done?'
'Take off your top' I ordered, ignoring her question.
She pulled the sweatshirt up over her head and threw it to one side, revealing a black bra underneath.
'Shall I take my bra off too Sir?' she asked.
'No,' I instructed, 'leave it on but take your tits out.'
She pulled both cups of the bra down and her tits fell free.
'Now smack one' I wrote.
Her left hand went up above her right tit and came back down with moderate force.
'Harder' I demanded.
Again the hand went up and down, impacting twice as hard as her first attempt had.
'Harder!' I repeated.
This time the hand went high above her head and crashed down with such force that the camera rocked.
I still wanted more. 'Hit it harder you fucking cunt!' I demanded.
Her hand went higher and crashed back down, and then she repeated it, not just once, not even twice, but three times, each strike more vicious than the last. When she was done her tit had a fiery glow, her breathing was rapid and tears ran down her flushed cheeks.