Spanking Romance Stories - Punished Wives Collection (10 page)

Since she’d already applied sunscreen to weed the flower bed she grabbed a towel and went back out to the pool. The water felt wonderful as she waded in. She wouldn’t go far, certainly not into the deep end since she was swimming alone. She swam underwater for awhile until she cooled down and then she held on to the side and floated on her back, kicking her legs slowly while she closed her eyes.

Suddenly she was lifted from the water and gasped to look into the angry eyes of her husband. He didn’t speak a word to her, just turned her around and started to smack her wet bottom with the flat of one hand while he led her toward the house with the other.

“
SPLAT! SMACK! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!” The blows sounded even louder because of her wet suit.

“
Lucas! Ow! I’m sorry! Ouch!” she said over and over as he spanked her every step of the way through the yard. She glanced at the neighbors’ windows, hoping they weren’t home. Her bottom stung terribly from his calloused hand and she was squirming quite a bit. She could imagine how silly she looked dancing across the yard while her husband slapped and slapped her fat bottom.

Finally they reached the back door that led into the basement. He paused and opened the door, taking her through. Then he resumed his steady smacks to her bottom. Tears formed in her eyes. It was really starting to hurt now.

“
Lucas...stop,” she cried. “Please stop. I’m sorry!”

Lucas spanked her across the basement floor and made her walk up the stairs first where he spanked her bottom every step of the way. He spanked her through the house and up the stairs again to their bedroom. By the time they got there Alyssa was howling in distress, her bottom feeling set afire. He pushed her inside and finally stopped his relentless spanking.

His eyes were dark and angry. “What did I tell you about swimming alone?”

“
You said it was dangerous and we weren’t allowed to do it,” Alyssa said between sniffles, “but the water felt so good and I didn’t go in the deep end.”

“
A thousand things could happen, Alyssa. That’s why I made the rule, and I expected to be obeyed. How can I expect Jill-Ann to obey me if her own step-mother sets such an example?”

Alyssa bit her lip. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think about it that way.”

“
I just spanked Jill-Ann last night for disobedience, didn’t I?”

“
Yes, Sir.”

“
Well, I don’t know why you should be treated any differently.” His hand went to his belt and he started to unbuckle it.

Alyssa’s eyes widened in horror and her heart started to pound. He’d never spanked her with a belt. He’d started to one time but decided against it. But she’d heard him spank Jill-Ann with one several times and the thought terrified her.

Besides, her bottom already burned beyond belief. “Please, Lucas! You’ve already spanked me!” she cried.

“
Alyssa, take off your swimsuit.”

Alyssa looked down at her swimsuit, still dripping on the floor. It was a one-piece so she’d have to remove the whole thing, leaving her entirely naked. A little cry escaped her throat and she hugged her arms around herself.

“
Do as I say. NOW!”

Alyssa jumped at his tone and peeled the wet suit from her body. Her skin felt clammy and cold and her teeth chattered, whether from cold or fear she didn’t know. “M...may I p...put on a nightgown? Please?”

He shook his head. “Huh uh. Now lay yourself across the bed.”

“
Lucas...please,” she begged. “Please give me another chance. I promise I’ll never do it again.”

“
We don’t give second chances in this family for breaking rules. You know that Alyssa. Now lay across the bed.”

“
Lucas...” Her voice ended in a scream when he drew the belt back as if to spank the front of her thighs.

He stopped at her scream, his brows raised in warning. Whimpering, she crawled up on the bed and hid her face in hands. She hadn’t been spanked in at least two years. She didn’t know if she could stand it.

“
Alyssa, tell me why you’re being spanked.”

“
Because I disobeyed you,” she cried. “And I’m sorry. I’m really, really sorry. Please...”

SNAP.

Alyssa sucked in a breath. The pain was horrible, worse than she’d imagined. She couldn’t stand it! She...

CRACK.

“
Aaiiii!” she screamed.

CRACK.

“
OOOHHH, LUCAS! I CAN’T STAND IT!”

“
Why are you being spanked, Alyssa?”

“
Be...because I...OH!...disobeyed you. OOOWWW.”

The spanking continued. Snap...snap...crack...crack...crack. She writhed frantically on the bed, her bottom on fire. Her legs kicked and wiggled about of their own accord and her arms seemed to jerk and grasp at the air. She couldn’t do this! She had to end this pain! She turned onto her back, but Lucas kept right on spanking. She writhed about on her back and turned side to side, her hands outstretched to protect herself, but he spanked her thighs and hips anyway.

He finally paused and she gasped for breath. “Turn over, Alyssa. Anything you get that doesn’t land on your back end doesn’t count. It’s just punishment for moving out of position. Do you understand?”

What Alyssa understood was that all those terribly painful strokes to the front of her thighs and hips, probably a full minute of spanking, hadn’t even counted.

“
NO!” she screamed. “THAT’S NOT FAIR!”

“
TURN OVER!” he snapped.

Alyssa’s heart leapt and she turned over with a hoarse, gurgling sob. He resumed her spanking immediately while she bucked and kicked and beat the bed with her fists. She could do nothing but scream. She’d never been in so much pain in her life.

“
Oooooh...Lucas...pleeeaase...I can’t stand it...pleeaasse,” she sobbed, “I’ll never do it again...pleeaasse...I promise.”

Lucas continued to spank her buttocks and thighs in a slow, steady rhythm that she thought would never end. Crack, crack, crack, crack, crack.

“
Why are you being spanked?”

“
I d...disobeyed y...you,” she sobbed.

Her frantic wriggling slowed with her exhaustion until she could do nothing but yelp and sob.

“
I’m sorry...I’m so sorry...” she whimpered in a broken voice over and over again.

Finally the snapping of the belt stopped. Her bottom was in so much pain she felt little difference for a few seconds and continued to writhe about. She turned onto her back and looked up at Lucas through eyes blurred with tears. He still held the belt and stared down at her.

“
No, no, no,” she whimpered. “Please, no more.”

“
Have you learned your lesson?” he asked softly.

“
Yeesss,” she cried, “I promise...please...”

Lucas put the belt down next to her on the bed and removed his jeans. Alyssa’s heart picked up in rhythm when he lifted her further up into the bed and moved her legs apart to lie between them. She could barely breathe as he entered her, so afraid he’d hurt her. He was such a big man. If he was still angry with her...

Lucas made love to her with exquisite gentleness, tenderly cradling her sore bottom in one hand while he held her body close to his with the other. Though she didn’t feel like reaching her own climax, his lovemaking comforted Alyssa, and by the time he was through she had stopped crying and her heart felt much better. They lay in each other’s arms for a long time afterwards.

“
Now that is what I came home for,” Lucas said with a kiss to her forehead.

Model Behavior

Twelve year old Declan chuckled as he walked back into the hallway where his brother-in-law worked to repair one of the boards in the hardwood floor, causing Greg to raise his brows in question.

“
It’s Sis,” Declan whispered so the lady in question would not hear. “She’s cursing us like dogs because of all the noise we’re making in here.”

Greg didn’t grin like Declan thought he would. Instead his jaw clenched. “She’s doing what?”

His own humor fading a bit at the expression on Greg’s face, Declan repeated what he’d said. “She’s doing her exercise. I guess we’re drowning out her music,” he added. “It’s just Sis. She’s always had a bad temper.”

Well…she used to have a temper anyway. Since his pampered older sister shocked the whole family by quitting her modeling job to move to the mountains and marry an old redneck like Greg, she’d not been the same.

Not that Declan minded. She was much easier to get along with now, but he had to admit it was weird that she’d changed so much. Before, she would have stomped into the hallway where Greg wielded the power saw and pulled the plug out of the wall, outlet and all. Now all she did was curse him behind his back. He almost grinned again before he remembered Greg was mad. He’d never understand these rednecks. They had a code of honor all of their own.

Greg handed the power saw to Declan. “Give me five seconds then turn this thing back on.”

Declan shrugged but counted to five and did as he was told. After a couple of seconds he turned it back off again because he hadn’t the foggiest idea what to do with it.

“
... disrespecting me by cursing me behind my back,” he heard Greg say while the old song, “Celebration” by Kool and the Gang, played in the background. Declan supposed Greg had caught Candice cursing him this time.

“
I’m trying to exercise and I can’t hear a thing for that saw! Can’t you do this some other time?” his sister shot back, though her tone seemed shrill somehow, a bit anxious.

“
You wanna exercise?” Greg asked, and his voice didn’t sound pleasant. “I’ll help you exercise.”

Declan heard a jingle followed by his sister’s gasp. “Greg... no!”

“
Turn around, Candice, and exercise.”

“
Greg... ”

“
Now!”

Declan carefully placed the power saw on the floor. Just as he rose to his feet he heard a crack followed by his sister’s squeal. His heart picking up in rhythm, he strode toward the living room but stopped on the threshold in pure shock at what he saw.

His sister, still dressed in her tight, skimpy gym clothes, danced around in perfect timing to the music while Greg wrapped a leather belt around her backside every other beat.

“
Cel (crack) brate (crack) times, (crack), come on! (Crack) Do, do, do, do, (crack), do, do, do, (crack)hoo!”

It looked so ridiculous Declan almost thought they were playing until he caught a glimpse of his sister’s face screwed up in sheer agony. Greg wasn’t playing. He was giving his wife the whipping of her life.

Declan had first head that phrase, “whipping of your life” a couple of days ago when Greg’s brother threatened his wife with one. He just hadn’t realized the man was serious when he issued the threat.

Fascinated despite himself, he folded his arms and leaned against the threshold. His sister was really squealing now, blending in near perfect rhythm with Kool and the Gang when they squalled “yahoo” or “wah-hoo” or whatever it was they were saying. He’d never seen anyone get a spanking before. He’d never gotten one either, since he and his sister lived with their mother who didn’t believe in it.

The whipping went on and on while his sister’s squeals turned to all out screams and then hoarse sobs, off rhythm now. He wondered just how much longer this song lasted. Candice’s thighs, front and back, were covered in stripes nearly the same shade as the red Nike gym shorts she wore and he imagined her butt was not in any better shape. He almost felt sorry for her as she wriggled around in circles, her backside writhing this way and that in a futile attempt to avoid Greg’s belt, her mouth open in a silent scream while tears poured from her eyes.

Declan even thought about saying something, but he didn’t think Greg would take kindly to it. He certainly didn’t want to make the big mountain man mad at him. Besides, Declan admired Greg more than any man he’d ever met before, and if this was what it took to keep his sassy older sister in line then so be it.

Greg whipped his wife until the very last note of the song faded. He stared down at her when the next song began, belt still in hand.

“
That’s enough,” she sobbed. “Please, Greg!”

“
Have you had enough exercise?” he asked.