The United Kingdom'S Next Top Model Part 4

Finishing his sentence Clyde picked up the bottle of beer chugging half down and slamming the bottle down in front of her. She looked at the brown bottle, foam running out the top from the hard slam. He stepped back away from the table a bit wobbly and let out a belch. Bonnie went to turn around in her chair to try to reason with him. Don't you think you've had enough tonight ba.. Her words were cut short by a swift backhand to her mouth. She instinctively raised her hand to her mouth to survey the damage . As she raised her arm up Clyde grabbed it raising her up out of the chair. Still holding her by the arm he tugged her to one side and sat down into the chair himself. Pulling her down just enough to reach her hair. Grabbing it with his free hand he pulled her across his lap. She became genuinely scared now and began to sob. Her head was now over the right side of the chair and hung in between the chair legs. Her hair hiding her look of fear for the moment . She felt his hand reach for the end of her nightshirt. Smiling a bit he pulled it up and over her buttocks exposing her supple ***. What are you doing Clyde? She asked . But she couldn't tell hanging there upside down. She heard him drink the rest of the beer and the bottle hit the table once more. Next she heard something being pulled across the table. Hearing the buckle drag behind she realized it was the leather belt. Before she could open her mouth to protest she felt the sharp sting of the leather across her *** instantly bringing tears to her eyes. And two seconds later she felt the pain of the leather again. And before the pain from the second blow had a chance to subside he raised his hand high and delivered an even harder blow. As she mustered up enough strength to whimper the speed of the blows continued in a machine gun like fashion. This went on for several minutes with Clyde only stopping to drink more beer. As he raised the belt he asked her. Who's always been there for you ? She replied. You Clyde. Always you!! And after hearing her reply he'd ask her . Then why! Again the belt stung her rear. Each smack of it against her smooth skin leaving their mark. Then he paused again to ask. Am I a ******* joke to you? No you aren't Clyde. Then why do I ******* feel like one when you'll throw what I love away for strangers? Clyde it's only hair it will grow back. Wrong answer *****! Again the black leather flashed and left its mark. All those nights brushing it , taking pride in it. For what? For this? Over and over he swung the belt. And just when she thought she was going to pass out from the pain. He stopped. Grabbing her once again by the hair he pulled her back off him. Standing up he pushed her down back into the chair. All at once the pain hit her. She shrank down into the chair trying to bear the pain. Clyde walked to the bathroom and then to the fridge . She thought about making a run for it but the pain was too much. He returned back. Placing a fresh beer down after taking a swig he stood there holding his favorite brush to brush her hair with . As she sat there unable to move or speak . He picked the brush up to her head and began to brush her her lovingly for a moment. Placing his hand on her shoulder he said to her . Once more for old times sake. What do you say Bonnie? She looked at the shears and clippers on the table. She began to feel the brush make it way from her roots to the ends, taking some pleasure in its feeling but at the same time feeling the excruciating pain from her ***. She summoned up her last bit of strength to answer him. Yes Clyde. Once more for old times sake.
To be concluded in Part 5