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Well, i can honestly say, the moment he picked up his briefcase and walked out of the front door, i felt like tearing off my clothes, messing up my hair, and generally running wild, just because i could, but, fear stopped me. Fear of being caught, any reason at all for him to walk back through the door stopped me. So, for the entire day, i behaved exactly as i should if he were here. I eventually pushed myself to do this for the whole first week!

Week 2  however, i did, as i had been warned not to, "slip".

An old friend of mine, that i'd known since school, had stored some of my old things, things that i had to "get rid of" when i'd got together with him, there was no chance i could have taken them with me. A huge urge in me made me phone her, just to see if she still had them....i hoped she still had the same number!...

"Hey Vic, it's me...Zoe", we hadn't spoken in a long while..."Oh hey! Hows things?", we spoke for a while, she asked about him, and i explained stuff, then i asked "So, uh, you still got all my old stuff, you know clothes and that?..." "Yeah, sure i have, it's all in my attic, hasnt been touched since the day you left it there", she laughed. "Great, can i come and get it? I just wanna look through it, old memories you know...", "Of course, but listen, i'm not around for the next week or so, so i'll leave you a key, so just come in and grab it whenever!", "Great", i said. We said our goodbyes, and even arranged to meet up one night, before the 25th though, i told her.

Day 3 of week 2, just a week left, it had flown! I went round to Vic's house, and found myself there for ages! Routing through bags and boxes, old punk rock cds,studs, the lot. I tried putting some studs back in, but it was a struggle, they'ed nearly all healed up! But, the clothes still fitted, and i realised how much i still loved them!

I left Vic's house wearing my old favourite baggy, ripped jeans, scruffy old converse boots, and my favourite band tshirt. I felt great! My hair had grown quite a bit as well in two weeks, i suppose i'm used to it being trimmed regularly now, but, it hadn't been, not combed either, and it was looking more how i liked it! My fringe, normally cut very short, had grown loads, almost past my eyes, which was how i liked it.

I phoned Vic to thank her, "Do you fancy hittin a couple bars tonight, im gonna be home earlier than i thought", she asked. With my new-old look back, it would be a shame to not continue reliving my past....."Yeah that'd be great", i replyed, and so it was arranged.

9pm came. I left the house, dressed up (or down) im my old gear, hair scruffed up and crazy, and i suddenly thought to myself, what would happen if he saw me like this now, it was one of the first thoughts i'd had about him since he'd gone - and it didn't bare thinking about. It saddened me to think that in less than two days, i'd be back to reality.

We hit all the old bars and clubs that we used to that night, and we both got very drunk! I slept at Vic's house that night, and it was like old times, i didn't want to leave come the morning, let alone with a hangover! So i stayed, this was the first time i'd done something like this in years! We talked about old times, listened to old cds, drank more beer....

Before i knew it it was 11pm! It was too late to walk home now, so Vic invited me to stay again........

Morning 2, at Vic's. D-DAY. I really should go, i told her "stay for lunch at least", she said, i agreed, i didn't want to leave, her or my old life behind, but in a few hours it would be. He'd be home. I changed back into my old clothes, that i had replaced in Vic's attic, and said goodbye again to my past.

I eventually left, but we promised to try and meet again soon, if i could get permission that is. She understood. I got home around 3, i had an hour and a half to change back to "myself" the way he liked me. I changed in to my best dress as had been requested, and got ready tidying my hai...."SHIT!" "MARGORIE!" I had completely forgotten! He had made me an appointment for that morning! He's going to freakout! I've got less than an hour, there's no way i can get out of it! Why hadn't she called round....I hadn't been here allday!! "SHIT" I yelled out loud again! I paced the house, why hadn't i remembered?!

4.15, time was flying. I'd started to shake. I was going to have to take whatever punishment came my way, he'd never leave me alone again, and i could forget seeing Vic!!

4.40....10 minutes late. He was never ever late unless it was serious. I was getting even more nervous, i sat on the end of the bed, quiet as a mouse, but still shaking.

The front door clicked. He was home. "COME HERE NOW!" shouting from the hallway, i don't know how, but im guessing he already knew...."HERE NOW!" I got up from the bed, straightened my dress, not that it would make a difference. I faced him at the other end of the hall, his face full of anger, and briskly walked towards him.

Straight away, without saying anything, i was grabbed by the hair, and dragged back into the bedroom. As i thought, he sat on the bed and pulled me straight over his knee, pulled my dress up and began to spank me. hard. Still grabbing hold of my hair, i nearly screamed out with pain, but restrained. then, he stopped. Pulling my head up to meet his, he spoke quietly, but firmly, "You've disobeyed me, haven't you.....I was called over on my way here, to a quite concerned Marjorie, and you know why don't you....", i said nothing, "But what you don't know sweetheart, is that others have been witnessing your behaviour and reporting to me....So i know every detail, everything you have been doing.....", still i said nothing, i was confused, but now i knew i was in even more trouble.......

To Be Continued....Let me know how you would like this to continue yourself........

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