Caught by the Past Chapter 2

James laughs and his face changes suddenly into an evil scowl. 'That's because you're a fucking, dirty tart.' He slaps you hard across the cheek causing your face to sting and your lipstick to smudge. 'Thwack!' He slaps you again. Dazed and concussed you back away like a wounded deer. You're in shock, defenceless and vulnerable. You sniff back a tear and realise how a bottom skimming short skirt and towering high heels makes you incapable of fighting back.

'You're a tramp, a slut, and a fucking whore!' he screams waving his arms about like a windmill.

His manner is quite out of character, aggressive and rude, you think his outburst is bound to attract the neighbours or even the police. He doesn't seem to be laughing anymore and you don't see the funny side.

'What's wrong?,' you say, 'Don't you like how I look?'

He abruptly stops. Motionless he laughs a long wicked laugh. 'To the contrary, honey, you look fucking amazing, just like a cheap tart should look.' He drops to his knees and clips a gold bracelet round your ankle. Once secure he holds your slender legs tight and tries to sneak a peek up your skirt. You're naturally embarrassed and feel very vulnerable and insecure like a young lamb that's lost its mother. You blush and step backwards. James is disgruntled.

'Oh no! Slut you don't escape that easily. I want to know what sort of knickers you've on under that lot. Bend over and show me.' He smirks cruelly and gestures with his hand, '...You know you want to!'

'I'm not wearing knickers!' you say indignantly, 'You should know. I'm wearing you're g-string.'

'Whatever. Just show me, slut! And show some respect or I'll take you upstairs and give you a proper seeing to.'

You cower in the doorway. You don't like his aggressive tone but you think you see the corner of his mouth curl upward. Coyly, afraid he might strike you again; you turn your back and slide the tight leather over your hips whilst bending at the waist. The leather stretches and creaks alluringly and James gasps with astonishment as the silky lining allows the mini skirt to slide over your smooth rounded arse. You shake your hips at him, turn, smile coyly and suck two fingers suggestively. If it's a tart he wants, it's a tart he will get, you muse clasping you butt cheeks with both hands and giving them a rub.