Spanking Romance Stories - Punished Wives Collection (9 page)

If the argument had been his fault he’d be happy to apologize, but it hadn’t. Alyssa was the one who snapped at him when he took a wrong exit. He retaliated with hateful words of his own, and she became emotional, threatening to take the next Greyhound bus back home to her daddy. He, of course, told her that would be perfectly fine with him. That all happened two hundred miles ago, and he was getting thoroughly sick of her pouting.

His eyes slid to the glove box, remembering what was still inside. He and his ex-wife had attended a child-rearing conference in Indianapolis when their daughter was no older than two or three. The conference had been pro-spanking, and afterwards next to the Michael Perl and Richard Fugate books they’d found for sale a “Chastening Implement”, affectionately known otherwise as the “Wisdom Worker”. Made of flexible polyurethane, it was advertised to provide just the right amount of sting without causing injury. He and his wife had joked about it and he’d whapped his leg with it. Ouch! Man, that thing had hurt.

After lunch they’d decided that perhaps a purchase of the “Wisdom Worker” wouldn’t be such a bad idea. It was small enough to fit into purses, glove boxes, and the like, and it wouldn’t take a lot of space to provide a thorough lesson to a misbehaving child. They’d gone back to the table late in the day and, since there was a buy one, get one free sale going on, bought four—one for her purse, one for the car, one for the house, and since they had one left over they put it in the glove box of his eighteen-wheeler for those frequent occasions he took his family with him on an over-the-road trip.

Since most spanking experts recommended parents not use their hand for discipline, the “Wisdom Worker” had been just the thing. Jill-Ann had received her spankings immediately after the misbehavior occurred, just as the experts recommended. The lesson provided was of a severity to bring deep regret, yet the implement never left a mark on her that lasted more than a half hour. Though it was rarely used at home it was worth its weight in gold for those occasions when they were out and needed to discipline their daughter.

With all this child-rearing knowledge running through his head, he couldn’t help but think that Alyssa could benefit from some of it. She had a sweet disposition most of the time, but she could certainly stand to learn a few lessons in respect and obedience. She claimed to strongly believe in submission to her husband and even wore dresses all the time as a sign of this, but she didn’t always practice what she preached. Perhaps she needed a bit of help from him.

He glanced at her again. She caught his gaze, raised her chin and deliberately turned her head. If that had been his daughter she’d be across his knee right now. Why should Alyssa be any different? She was under his authority just as surely as was his daughter.

Be consistent. The child should be punished for their misbehavior every single time.

Lucas found himself substituting “wife” for “child” in his thoughts.

The spanking should be of a length and severity that the wife realizes the misbehavior is never worth the punishment.

It would certainly be nice not to have to deal with Alyssa’s pouting anymore. That was her one habit that drove him crazy, one he didn’t realize she had until after they’d been married a couple of weeks. She used it to control him. He always hesitated to rebuke her in any way, always questioning whether it was worth hours of his wife’s pouting if he did. He could see it damaging their marriage down the road and it worried him.

The wife should always know beforehand the consequences of her misbehavior.

“
Alyssa,” he said to the back of her head, “I am tired of your pouting. I will give you one minute to stop. If you choose to continue to behave like a child I will treat you like one and spank you. Do you understand?”

She turned to pin him with a
look
, her nostrils flaring. Rolling her eyes she turned back to the window.

Lucas watched the clock, his heart thudding. She may very well get on a Greyhound and head home to daddy, but he wasn’t going to put up with it any longer. The way he saw it their marriage could end now if he spanked her or it could end later if he didn’t. Or he could stop this misbehavior in its tracks and they could have a peaceful, happy life together.

The clock changed from 2:01 to 2:02. He gave her until 2:03 before he started to look for an exit.

Two miles later he pulled off the road at a rest area. His was the only truck in the area designated for big rigs, and he drove to a far shaded corner where no one else was likely to park should they show up. It was a perfect place.

Alyssa opened the door without a word and went into the building. She evidently thought he’d stopped to allow her to go to the bathroom. He used the time she was gone to dig through the glove box, pulling the Wisdom Worker from its hole. He slapped it against his thigh and his mouth tightened. That thing hurt like the dickens.

The wife should be spanked until she shows signs of true repentance.

Alyssa climbed back into the truck and folded her arms. He waited.

“
I’m ready,” she finally told him, exasperated.

“
So am I,” he said.

Lucas scooted toward the middle of the seat. Alyssa turned a frown his direction and edged closer to the door. She tried to jerk her arm loose when he grasped her, but he held her firm.

“
Leave me alone!” she said through clenched teeth. He pulled her closer, grasped her other arm and turned her expertly across his knee in one quick, well-practiced motion. “What are you doing? Leave me alone!” she squealed. She struggled for only a moment before she laid still with her head in the driver’s seat her legs dangling over the edge of the passenger’s seat.

“
What did I tell you I’d do if you kept up your pouting?”

“
Let me go, Lucas! This is not funny!”

“
It’s not meant to be.”

Alyssa struggled in earnest now, kicking and hitting with her fists, all completely ineffective, while he held her firm. Finally she gave up. “Lucas, I swear if you don’t let me go I’ll leave.”

“
Keep talking Alyssa. You’re only making your spanking worse. Do you have anything else you want to add?”

“
You are
not
going to spank me. I won’t put up with it. Do you hear me?”

“
It looks a whole lot like you don’t have any choice in the matter,” he told her.

“
Lucas! Let me go!”

Getting tired of the exchange he decided to get down to business. She screeched when he raised her skirt, and when he pushed her panties down to her knees she really threw a fit, kicking and thrashing around. He’d teach her to lay still for a spanking when he got her home.

Taking his time, he took the Wisdom Worker from the dashboard where he’d laid it. “Alyssa, I am going to punish you for pouting and disrespect. As your husband and the head of this household I will no longer tolerate such misbehavior from you. I want you to pay close attention to this because this is what is going to happen to you every time you pout or spout off in the future.” He positioned the Wisdom Worker above her bottom. “Now tell me why you’re being punished.”

“
You’re crazy!” she yelled. “I’m not a child. You can’t punish me!”

He brought the Wisdom Worker down hard across the crest of her bottom and she yelped. “Tell me why you’re being punished.”

“
Stop it!” she screamed. “I hate you!”

Lucas slapped it down harder and she squealed and renewed her fighting. Realizing she wasn’t going to answer the question in this frame of mind, he started to spank her in earnest, fast and hard, leaving multiple rectangular red marks on her small, white behind. She screamed and threatened and struggled, but still he spanked until he heard tears in her voice. He paused.

“
Now we’re ready to start your lesson,” he told her.

“
You’ve already spanked me,” she whined, sniffing.

“
No Ma’am. I’ve just started.”

“
No...Lucas you can’t! It hurts! Please, I’ve learned my lesson.”

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

“
Um...um...”

Lucas gave her a hard slap with the implement and she cried out. “For pouting and disrespect,” he reminded her. “Now tell me why you’re being punished?”

“
For pouting and disrespect,” she cried.

He resumed spanking with steady, hard strokes, about one every couple of seconds. Alyssa keened high in her throat while she kicked and writhed around on his lap. “Pleeeaase...” she begged in a high pitched tone. “Lucas, pleeeaase!”

“
Tell me why you’re being punished?” he asked after about ten strokes.

“
P...pouting...ooowwww...dis...respect! Oowww!” Her voice had risen to a scream.

Lucas kept up his steady rhythm while Alyssa screamed and wiggled frantically. Every ten strokes or so he asked her why she was being punished. He wanted this lesson securely rooted in her psyche.

Her bottom was solidly pink and deepening into rose. Her screams had become hoarse cries and her struggles weak, yet Lucas continued to work wisdom into his wife. “Why are you being punished?” he asked.

Alyssa was about out of breath. “Lu...cas...pout...ing...dis...re...spect...please...I’m sorry...I’m so sorry...”

It was the first time she’d apologized. She was almost there. He continued to swat her, not lessening the force or the pace. She was making pitiful noises that sounded like a wounded animal, and she’d stopped her struggles. The slap, slap, slap of the Wisdom Worker rang out louder than anything else in the truck.

“
Why are you being punished?”

“
P...pouting and dis...re...spect...” she sobbed, “Never...again...promise. Pleeeeaaasse...”

Her bottom was now a solid shade of rose from top to bottom. Lucas felt she’d learned her lesson, so he stopped the strokes. Alyssa lay limp across his knees.

“
I want you to remember this, Alyssa, because I don’t ever want to have to do it again.”

She nodded, and then groaned when he pulled her panties up over her sore bottom and pushed her skirt down. She sat sobbing in her seat while he belted her in. He handed her a Kleenex from the visor and put the truck into gear. For several miles he listened to her sniff and whimper and hiccough, his stomach clenched. What happened next, once she’d gotten control of her emotions, would determine the rest of his life.

“
Lucas?” she finally said in a tear-filled voice.

“
Yes?”

“
May I...do you mind if I...move over into the middle seat?”

He looked at her. Her nose was reddened and pieces of hair were still wet from tears, but her eyes were wide and filled with desperate need. He felt around under the backend of the seat and pulled the safety belt from underneath. “Come on,” he told her. “Do it fast.”

She unbuckled, scooted with a wince, and buckled herself quickly into the middle seat. Driving with his left arm, he put his right arm around his wife. She curled against him, sighed, and went to sleep.

He smiled. It seemed he’d found the secret to marital contentment.

Wisdom Worker - The Hot Day

“
Alyssa?”

Alyssa looked up from her weeding. “Yes?”

“
Is it okay with you if I go to the mall with my friends today? Daddy said it’s okay with him if you don’t need me for anything.”

Alyssa wiped sweat from her brow. “I can’t think of anything I need, but thanks for asking. I’ll see you this evening.”

She watched her step-daughter half skip across the yard to get into the little car her father had bought for her, hardly able to believe the change in the girl’s attitude. Though Jill-Ann had turned nineteen a week ago, Lucas spanked her with a belt last night for her belligerent, I’m-a-grown-woman-and-I’ll-do-what-I-want-attitude. It sure had made a difference.

Alyssa groaned as she came to her feet. It sure was a hot day. She eyed their newly finished swimming pool and sighed. She could almost feel the cool, fresh water against her skin, but Lucas had said for safety reasons that no one was allowed to swim while they were alone. She sighed and went back to weeding her flower garden.

A half hour later that water still beckoned Alyssa. She walked over to the pool and stuck her toe in. Oh, it felt heavenly and it was so hot out! Without allowing herself to think about it too much she walked into the newly constructed pool house and quickly donned her new swimsuit. Peering at herself in the mirror she checked to make sure the suit didn’t show too much cleavage. Then she turned and looked at her bottom. She’d gained a bit of weight as of late and it hung out a bit. Oh well. The pool area was fairly private. There were only two or three neighbors who could possibly see her and she thought all of them were at work.