Goddess of Retribution & Reformation

Goddess of Retribution and Reformation


I had been tutoring a Korean young woman named Jung, on a weekly basis, in order to improve her English. The progress was slow and I had just acquired a new teaching job, which paid very well and required long hours, so one day I unceremoniously e-mailed Jung to tell her that I would not be able to work with her anymore. She meekly called me on a few occasions almost literally begging me to continue working with her and each time I was abrupt in informing her that she needed to find another tutor.

One night, however, I received a phone call from her friend Sophia, who was more than a little upset. I tried explaining, “Listen Sophia, I simply can’t tutor…” whereupon she snapped, “No, YOU listen Tom. What you did was appalling and I want you to admit it. Right now.” I was taken aback but stammered “Sophia, listen…” “Tom,” Sophia said slowly, forcefully and carefully, “ I want you to tell me that what you did was appalling. I want to hear those very words come out of your mouth right now. Say them.” My stomach dropped a bit because her imperious tone had had its effect and I meekly said, “My actions were appalling.” “Very good. I think sometimes teachers need a strong reprimand as well, don’t you think so too Tom?” “Yes Sophia.” She continued, “I can tell by the sound of your voice that you are utterly submissive. Also, Jung informed me that sometimes you would broach somewhat risque topics in your tutoring, so I figured you were a total closeted freak. Is that right Tom?” “Yes Sophia,” I replied totally subdued. “You’ll pay for that too,” Sophia assured me.

“Here’s the deal Tom. I am going to have you continue tutoring Jung on Saturday mornings starting this Saturday. Before then, however, you are going to make a formal apology to her in my presence. The purpose of the apology is to expunge any of the lingering feelings of hurt you made my friend feel. Then, Tom, we are going to expunge you of your rudeness and insensitivity. Jung is quite shy so I am going to administer the reprimand for your callous behavior while she witnesses it.” I found myself merely and helplessly replying with “Yes Sophia…” “I am going to tell you, for now, that your apology to her will be sincere and in the great Asian tradition, it will be immensely humiliating for you. Your punishment and purification will be hard to endure. When I am finished, however, you will be brand, uh hm, spanking new.” She then provided me with the address of her apartment in Queens where I should arrive on Thursday night at 7pm.

That Thursday my heart was beating heavily as I rang Sophia’s doorbell. After waiting several seconds, I heard footsteps and the door opened to reveal a stunning Chinese/American woman about 5’7” and perhaps about 135 lbs., her black hair was thick and curvy, down a little past her shoulders. She wore what seemed to be the day’s business attire of a light yellow silk shirt covered with a suitcoat, a tasteful dark blue skirt and black heels. She did not smile. “Thomas? Very nice, you are on time. Come in.” She stepped aside for me to enter and as the door closed she took me by my left arm, right above the elbow, and squeezing slightly informed me that I should accompany her to the living room.

“Tonight Thomas, we are going to have your apology, repentance and rapprochement ceremony. Jung is not here yet because I need to prepare you for your apology to her and your humiliation while she watches. First things first…” She hauled back and viciously slapped me across the face. I was absolutely stunned. “That, Thomas, is just a slight measure of my irritation for the manner in which you treated my friend. You may think highly of yourself and feel that you can be cruel to others, but in my eyes right now you are a fucking, disgusting maggot. It is going to take some effort to humanize you. You may or may not be worth the effort.”

She then walked me over to a mirror. “Look in that mirror maggot. Look directly into your eyes. Tell yourself what you are.” My face flushed deep red. It was a strange, awkward feeling. “I am a fucking and disgusting maggot.” She reached around my body from behind and unbuttoned my pants, pulling them down, followed by my underwear. She then tied to bottom halves of my shirt around my waist so that my entire backside was exposed. “Hands on head maggot and wait.”

I heard her heels clicking away toward another room, a slight pause, and then heard her approach back again. I could see in the mirror that she had come back into the room with a long, thin cane. “You fucking and disgusting pig, Jung is going to hear you yelp and hear you beg for me to stop, the way she begged you to help her. Apparently, some people do not develop a sense of compassion until they can begin to actually feel what others might feel. You will learn what it means to beg today.