Learning a lesson

What was taking her so fucking long? Jimmy was sitting naked on the couch by facing the back door. He knew Tiffany was a stupid whore but how could it possibly take 2 hours to burn a pile of clothes with gasoline?

The backyard was fenced in so he didn’t need to worry about anyone else seeing him. He went to the back door, opened it and could smell the smoke.

Tiffany was standing with her knees slightly bent and spread well her fingers worked furious circles on her clit. The other hand held a fire poker she was occasionally, well, poking the fire with.

“what the fuck is taking so long, are you actually so dumb you cant burn fabric?” Jimmy roared, stomping across the backyard toward her. He could see she was crying though so at least something was going right.

“it wont turn to ash…” she said with a weak voice, the fingers on her clit stopping for a few seconds before resuming.

“what wont?” asked jimmy coming up beside her and giving her a vicious slap on the ass as he did. Looking down into the fire pit he saw what she was poking at. Zippers and underwire, the little metal hoops for the shoelaces, all the metal accents from the clothing that wouldn’t turn to ash. He did tell her to stay till it all turned to ash and she had no way to interpret those instructions how he meant them.

Jimmy pinched the bridge if his nose for a second and took a slow deep breath. “I didn’t think you were dumb enough to try to turn metal into ash…” his tone wavered on the edge of control.

“Im trying to do what you TOLD ME TOO!” she cried, frustration plain to see on her face.

With a squeak of surprise Tiffany was pulled back by the hair, her oversized heels paired with the soft grass made her balance practically non existent and she immediately felt herself fall.

Halfway to the ground her downward momentum stopped abruptly from Jimmy’s grip of her hair. Fingers still moving on her clit she looked Jimmy in the eyes. The mask of calm completely missing from his face now, Tiffany’s eyes bulged in fear.

With a resounding crack his open hand slapped her face well the other released her hair. The **** of the hit sent her sideways and she sprawled on her side, she tasted blood in the back of her throat.

She didn’t have time to process what had happened when she felt Jimmy’s knee on her chest, forcing her flat on her back and driving all the air from her lungs. She was sure in that moment he was about to kill her.

“YOU FUCKING DARE? HOW STUPID AND IGNORANT CAN YOU BE!” he roared in her face, flecks of spittle spraying her face. His hand wrapped around her neck, again. “Answer one question and think very carefully, is any of this my fault?”

In a weird way Tiffany was grateful that she was pinned down with both physical **** and sheer terror. It prevented her from immediately screaming yes and, she assumed, swallowing her teeth.

Of course it was his fault!

Well, most of it.

Right?

At least half.

He said himself, he is choosing to do all of this.

All she did was kill her mother

Right…

She killed her mother

His wife

His love

He was deeply hurt, maybe even broken.

She had spent the last 5 years torturing him.

Now she broke him.

Worse, the way she broke him also put him in charge of punishing her.

It was her fault he was like this…

Oh god he was trying to make her understand and she totally missed the lesson!

She...

She deserved this

Everything he did to her was her fault.

Tiffany didn’t know it but Jimmy followed the chain of thought through her eyes. He saw the moment of realization, the dark hopeless of being trapped in a hell of your own making and his dick went from soft to rock hard like he was a teenager again.

This seemed like the perfect time to have a second round on that ass of hers he decided.