Spanking Romance Stories - Punished Wives Collection (8 page)

She smiled nervously. “I’m running a bit late today.”

Jason’s smile slipped a bit, but he nodded and moved back through the living room and down the hall toward the bathroom where he washed his face and hands. A frown furrowed his brow as he took in the piles of dirty laundry overflowing from the hamper. He hadn’t been able to find a clean towel to dry on that morning, and it appeared Lizzie hadn’t bothered with laundry again today.

A peek into the bedroom showed him neither had she made the bed, and obviously the carpet had not been vacuumed. This was the third day this week the house had been in disarray when he arrived home. He clenched his jaw.

Hearing the microwave ding, he arrived back in the kitchen just as Lizzie finished mixing up some instant mashed potatoes. She pulled the Freezer Queen dinner from the microwave and placed it on the table, glancing at him a bit apprehensively as she did so. He waited until she sat down before he said grace and dug into the food, scant thought it was.

One they’d eaten, he rose to help her straighten the kitchen, earning him a smile. They worked side by side as she rinsed dishes and loaded them into the dishwasher and he wiped off the table, counter, and stove.

“
Thanks,” she said when they’d finished.

He nodded. “Lizzie, go to the stool,” he told her.

His wife looked for all the world like Wile E. Coyote when he realized he’d just run off a cliff. “Why?” she whispered.

“
If you don’t know, then maybe you’ll figure it out while you’re over there.”

Lizzie’s eyes filled with tears. “But... ”

“
Unless you’d rather go to our bedroom?”

She shook her head in a jerky motion and moved stiffly into the living room, silent tears beginning to fall. He didn’t think so. He’d whipped her with a belt one time only, and he’d done it in the bedroom. He’d made sure it made an impression. She’d feared a belt ever since.

He milled about in the kitchen, still hungry, and found a couple of slices of bread and a piece of bologna with which he made a quick sandwich. He peered into the living room from where he stood and watched his wife kneel beside the stool, open the compartment and pull out the paddle, which she placed on his chair. Then she stood and slowly undid her jeans and pushed them down to her ankles before stepping out of them altogether. Her silky drawers went next before she gingerly sat on her knees and placed her belly across the stool, bottom in the air.

He took his time finishing his sandwich and poured him a glass of milk which he downed before he moved into the living room. Lizzie started to whimper when she saw him. He picked up the paddle and sat in his chair, slapping it absently against his hand. His wife’s bottom was round and plump, so he’d ordered a round paddle with a good sized handle, ½ inch thick with several small holes drilled into a heart shape. Lizzie despised it.

Lizzie’s whimpers had deteriorated into sobs. “Have you figured out yet why you’re here?” he asked her.

“
Y... yes,” she sniffed. “I... I’ve let the house slip again... ”

“
Yes, you have,” he said, “and... ?”

“
I... overdrew at the bank again... ”

“
Yes... and?”

Sniff. “... and... I don’t know what else.”

“
You’ve overextended yourself again, haven’t you?”

Sniff. Sniff. “Yes, sir.”

“
We’ve been through this over and over again. You’re not to commit to anything without talking it over with me first, but you have, haven’t you?”

“
It’s... it’s only a substitute thing for... ”

He swatted her behind with the paddle. “Jason!” she squealed.

“
You were not to commit to
anything
without speaking with me first. Now you can’t keep up with the house, you don’t have time to balance the checkbook, dinner is late every night. Your home and husband are suffering again because of this other commitment. You are going to get out of it first thing in the morning, aren’t you?”

She paused and received another swat.

“
Yes!” she squealed.

Another swat.

“
Yes,
Sir
!” she cried. “Please, please, don’t spank me. I’ll never do it

again... I promise... ”

“
Lizzie, I can’t let this slip. You knew what you were doing when you got into it, didn’t you?”

“
I... I thought I could handle it,” she whimpered.

“
You always think you can handle it, but you can’t. That’s why we have the rule that you ask me first, a rule you broke.”

“
I’m sorry!” she wailed. “I forgot! I’ll never do it again.”

Her bottom was squirming in anticipation, alternately clenching and unclenching. He’d never gotten used to spanking her, even though those first three months he’d done it nearly every week. She hadn’t been spanked in several months now, but he knew if he didn’t do it, he’d be back to eating McRibs and spending his evenings alone while she ran about seeing to commitments outside the home. That could spell the end of their marriage.

“
Lizzie, I’m going to spank you to remind you of your responsibilities at home and to speak with your husband before you commit your time and efforts elsewhere. Do you understand?”

“
Yes, Sir... please... ” Her voice rose to a high-pitched squeal.

He placed a firm hand on her back, causing her to cry out, and raised his hand to bring the paddle down with a crack. As always when he paddled her he did it hard and fast, sparing her little time between licks. Her breath caught on a scream and she threw her head back, mouth wide open, before she gasped for air and started to beg. Her legs wriggled about on the floor as if she were riding a bicycle causing her bottom to writhe back and forth, jerking with each stroke of the paddle.

“
Oooowwww!” she screamed. “Jaassoonnn! That’s enough! I’m sooorrryyy! Pleeaassee!”

He continued to swat, first one side and then the other, until her backside turned bright pink and she promised to quit everything she was doing and never, ever leave the house again as long as she lived. He paused in his swats.

“
No, no, no... ” she started to whimper, knowing the worst part of the spanking was upon her.

“
What is your main responsibility to this family, Lizzie?”

“
Keeping the home,” she cried.

He brought the paddle down twice as hard as before, causing her to scream.

“
And from now on what are you going to do?”

“
Keep the house clean... ”

Another hard swat followed by a scream.

“
And?”

“
Cook dinner... ”

Her rosy bottom jerked and quivered when he delivered another swat.

“
Are you going to be responsible with your part of the budget?” He landed another swat on her sore bottom.

“
OOOHHHH!” she squealed, her hind end wriggling. “YES SIR!”

“
And if you ever,” Swat. “Commit to anything.” Swat. “Outside of this house ever again.” Swat. “I’ll whip you every day for a week.” Swat, swat, swat. “Do you understand me?”

“
YES, SIR,” she cried.

He gave her three more swats. She screamed hoarsely, choking on her sobs.

“
Are you sure?”

“
Yeesss sir!” she squealed.

He half stood and gave her five of the hardest licks yet. She completely lost her breath.

“
Don’t you ever forget it,” he told her.

He placed the paddle on the coffee table, signaling the end of the spanking, and Lizzie jumped up and hopped about the room, her hands on her bottom.

“
Ooohhh, ooohhh!” she wailed.

She quieted finally and stood to face him. Her face was beet red and her eyes swollen. She swiped at her runny nose.

“
I didn’t have a towel to dry with this morning,” he told her. “If I don’t have one in the morning, you have my word I will cut a switch.”

Her eyes widened. “I... I will p... put some laundry in,” she sniffled,

reaching for her panties.

“
Uh huh. I think you should do some housework just like you are.”

“
Yes, sir,” she sobbed.

He watched her rosy red bottom bounce as she hurried down the hall to the bathroom and brought out a load of towels which she carried into the laundry room.

“
Lizzie,” he called out when she would have gone back down the hall.

“
Huh?” she sniffed.

“
I think the living room needs cleaned next.”

Her face reddened again but she didn’t protest. He watched her as she moved about the room, bending to pick things up off the floor and dust the tables. He especially enjoyed watching her cute little pink bottom while she ran the vacuum. Finally the alarm went off signaling the towels were finished washing. She went to put them into the dryer.

“
Go get ready for bed,” he told her when she returned. Her bottom lip drooped but she complied.

By the time he entered the bedroom, Lizzie lay stiffly on her side of the bed. Tears ran down her face as she watched him go about his bedtime routine. Her teeth chattered when he lay down. He kept a stern face. Sometimes he was rough with their lovemaking after a light spanking, but tonight had been rather severe. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her gently. Her whole body softened in relief and she melted into his arms.

“
I love you,” she sniffled.

“
I love you too, Baby,” he told her.

Wisdom Worker - The Trucker's Wife

She was still staring out the window. Lucas bit his jaw and concentrated on the road ahead of him. A kid in a car made the signal for him to blow his air horn and he complied. He was rewarded with a big smile.

His wife jerked before giving him a dirty look and went back to staring out the window. He was so tired of her sour attitude. She needed a good spanking. Deliberately ignoring her, he turned his mind back to the task at hand. He needed to get home as quickly as possible.

Ever since he’d gotten the phone call two days ago that his ex-wife was getting re-married and now wanted him to take custody of their fourteen year old daughter, he’d thought of nothing else but his little girl. He’d been so full of hope when they finally were able to conceive. He’d tried to do everything right. He took his role as head of household seriously and was very concerned about bringing his daughter up in the admonition of the Lord. He and his ex-wife attended Christian parenting classes and conferences. They’d given their daughter love and affection, and they’d spanked her when she needed it. By the age of twelve Jill-Ann was showing promise of growing up beautiful, honest, and unspoiled. She’d given her life to the Lord and was serving in the church in various capacities. He’d congratulated himself on raising such a lovely daughter.

But he’d failed in his marriage. His wife, who he thought was like-minded with him, was actually only telling him what he wanted to hear. It was she who needed the spankings, he later found out. She left him for a deacon in the church, shattering not only their marriage but the deacon’s as well. And Jill-Ann had never been the same.

Now two years later Sherry felt she couldn’t handle the mess she’d made and wanted him to step back in and fix it all. He gritted his teeth. He’d love to tell her where to stick it but he wouldn’t, of course. Jill-Ann was his daughter and he could never give up on her.

He glanced at his pretty new wife, Alyssa. Ten years his junior, she was too young to raise a fourteen year old, but she’d not had a negative word to say about it even though they’d only been married two months. He was thankful for her willingness to change their life’s plans on a moments notice simply because she knew how much his daughter meant to him and loved him enough to sacrifice her own desires for his daughter’s sake. His wife had a kind heart and a lovely spirit despite her tendency to pout.

His stomach soured. This is the way things had started out with his ex-wife as well. A little argument here, a few hurtful words there, both of them angry and not speaking. A small thing would go on for hours, and later for days, before they’d get lonely and start to speak again without ever solving the problem that caused it all to begin with. Things built until there was so much hurt they couldn’t begin to find the root of it. He didn’t want that to happen with Alyssa.