Spanking Romance Stories - Punished Wives Collection (5 page)

The year hadn’t been easy. For awhile he’d felt the paddle was a permanent extension of his hand so often did he have to use it, but with consistent sternness on his part, punishment in his household had lessened considerably. He hadn’t paddled a single bottom in over two months, a record for them. He’d made sure all three of his girls knew the paddle was packed in his suitcase for the trip. He hoped that was all the deterrent they’d need.

When Sheila came out to greet them, a look of strain on her face, his sweet Bonnie took her hands. “Sheila, may I speak to you alone?”

Bonnie had told him she meant to apologize to Sheila for the trouble she’d caused her last year. Since she’d found out she wasn’t the only wife in the family who received discipline from her husband she’d felt a kinship with the other woman. His heart warmed when they returned arm in arm. Maybe there was a friendship in bloom.

His brother looked at him with upraised brows and Joseph laughed. “You’re not the only one with a paddle, little brother,” he told him.

What Dad Tried to Tell Me – Part 2

Joseph hung up the phone and sat in the kitchen chair. He drew in a deep breath and let it out, his nostrils flaring, before he ran his hands through his hair. Jumping up from the chair, he paced to the window and looked out. Bonnie was still gone shopping. He gritted his teeth. He had to get out of there.

He strode to his car, jerked open the door, and fell in. Throwing the car into gear, he pealed out of the driveway. He hadn’t been so angry in a long while.

If he hadn’t taken a personal day he might have never known, but fortunately, or unfortunately depending on how he looked at it, he’d answered the call from the school. The girls had skipped school
again.
They’d hoped that the meeting with Bonnie had taken care of the problem, but evidently it hadn’t.

The meeting with Bonnie.

The one she hadn’t even told him about.

Joseph gritted his teeth and shook his head. Just when he thought things were going so well. He hadn’t had to paddle anyone in well over six months. The girls and his wife were respectful and obedient. He’d thought they were honest.

From what he could gather from the conversation with the principal’s office, the girls had skipped at least three days of school before they called Bonnie in for a meeting. Bonnie had assured them the problem would not repeat itself; however, the girls were caught skipping again today. They’d been found at the nearby Dairy Queen and were returned to school. If Joseph had been informed the first time they’d skipped, he could have guaranteed it wouldn’t happen again.

He growled low in his throat. It was 3:00PM. Time for the girls to get out of school. Bonnie would be home before they got off the bus. He was too angry to deal with them at the moment, so he continued to drive.

It just seemed too big a thing to merit only a paddling like all the other misbehaviors. He supposed he could paddle them longer, but he feared they’d bruise. He sighed, his stomach souring.

Suddenly he remembered something. He swallowed and pulled the car off the road into a nearby parking lot to wrap his mind around it. His dad used a paddle on all the kids when they’d misbehaved, but when they’d
really
misbehaved he’d taken them out to the barn for a lesson with his belt. Those trips were rare, but when they happened it was a huge deal, especially for the unfortunate kid who got the belt-whipping as his dad called it. His dad was born and raised in the south. Up here in the north, he called a paddling a “spanking” but when he really got down to business with his belt, he called it a “whipping”. His dad always wore a wide, thick leather belt and still did to this day regardless of whether the style of the day called for thin belts or woven cloth belts or whatever. Joseph couldn’t help but grin. He’d just realized why.

Joseph put his car back into gear and pulled out at a more sedate pace, his anger gone. He drove to the Country Western store and went inside, breathing in the scent of leather, and selected the widest, heaviest belt he could find. It was of good quality and very supple, and it was black so it could be worn with his business suits. He bought it and put it on right away. He’d never be caught without a good leather belt again.

Bonnie was busy preparing dinner when he arrived home.

“
Hi, Honey,” she called. “Where did you go?”

“
I went to buy a new belt,” he told her.

“
Oh?”

She didn’t even blink an eye. Bonnie had never been spanked as a child and so a belt was nothing to her but a tool to hold up his pants. That was about to change.

He sat at the table and watched her as she moved about the kitchen. “Where are the girls?” he asked.

“
They are having dinner at a friend’s house. They’ll be home around 8:00.”

He gritted his teeth, but then he realized that worked out nicely. With the girls out of the house he could deal with Bonnie without worrying about them hearing.

Bonnie had prepared a quick dinner and sat it out on the table. After saying grace, they ate together as they made small talk. By the time they finished cleaning up the kitchen it was only 6:30.

“
Bonnie, I need to discuss something with you,” he said when she’d placed the last plate in the cabinet.

Her eyes filled with alarm. “W... What?”

“
Let’s go upstairs to the bedroom.”

Bonnie blinked several times, her face worried. “But why? Are you mad at me?”

“
Come on.” He put a hand on her back and led her in the direction of the staircase. She climbed the stairs slowly as if she were headed to her execution. When he was well past the hall closet where the paddle hung her shoulders seemed to relax and she gave him a tentative smile before she opened the door to their bedroom and went inside. He almost felt guilty.

“
Why did you want to talk to me?” she asked, her eyes lowered shyly. He could tell she thought he’d brought her up here to make love. Well, he would do that afterwards. He sighed and rested his hands on his hips. Her smile slipped a bit and her brow furrowed. “Joseph?”

“
I got a call from the school today.”

Bonnie reddened. “You did?”

“
They said the girls skipped school
again
. Said they would like to meet with you
again
to talk about what can be done about it.”

“
Joseph... I... ” Her voice trailed off and she lowered her eyes.

“
Do you have anything to say for yourself?”

“
I’m sorry... I knew you’d paddle them and I didn’t want them to get into trouble. They swore they’d never do it again if I didn’t tell you.” She cleared her throat and swallowed hard. “I thought I could handle it. I should have told you. Please, don’t be mad at me.”

“
Bonnie, you’ve said yourself how much their behavior has improved since they started getting the paddle again. I thought we were in agreement about this.”

“
I am... we are... it’s just that skipping school is so
bad
. I knew you’d really paddle them hard and I guess I just didn’t want to see that happen. I grounded them. Did you notice they were home for the past couple of weeks?”

“
Didn’t make much of an impression since they did it again today.”

Bonnie’s hand fluttered. “I... I don’t know what to say. I’m sorry. I should have told you. Are you going to paddle them?”

He raised his brows. “
Their
bottoms are not the ones you should be worried about right now.”

She blinked back tears and her bottom lip started to tremble. “You’re going to paddle me, too?”

He shook his head and her eyes filled with confusion. “I’m going to give you a good old-fashioned whipping, Bonnie. You and the girls, too. You all deserve more than a regular paddling this time.”

Her chest moved rapidly up and down. “What do you mean?”

“
I want you to take off your clothes.”

“
But... why? You usually just push up my skirt and pull down my panties... ”

“
Not this time. Now do as you’re told.”

Bonnie jumped from the bed at his tone and started to remove her clothing. He noticed her whole body trembled as it always did when he intended to punish her, but he wouldn’t allow it to sway him from whipping her.

Finally she stood before him naked, her arms wrapped around her body. She was already sobbing.

“
Please... ” she whimpered, “let me put my blouse back on.”

He shook his head and slowly started to unbuckle his belt, watching her eyes widen. She backed away and moved around the bed out of his reach.

“
No! You’re not going to hit me with that,” she cried.

He nodded. “You lied to me, Bonnie. You deserve something more severe than a paddling. I’m sorry, but you’ve earned yourself a belt-whipping. Now come here.”

“
I didn’t lie to you!” she protested. “I just didn’t tell you about it!”

“
You lied by omission, and when I asked you why the girls weren’t going out anymore you told me they had term papers to work on and didn’t have time.” She gasped. He supposed she’d forgotten about that. “Now come here.”

“
Please, Joseph.”

“
You’re only making things harder on yourself.”

Bonnie’s face fell and she moved back across the room to stand before him with her head bowed. “P... please... don’t w... whip me with th... at.”

Joseph’s dad had always required them to stand when he whipped them with a belt.

“
I want you to hold on to that bedpost,” he ordered, pointing with the belt, “and don’t you dare let go.”

Bonnie moved to the bed like an old lady and grabbed hold of the post. She watched over her shoulder while he rolled up his sleeves, her bottom clenched, and whimpered.

He wrapped the buckle end of the belt around his hand a couple of times as he’d seen his dad do and drew his arm back to bring the leather down around Bonnie’s quivering behind with a loud snap. She screamed and went up on her toes, her whole body jerking. Slowly, he drew his arm back again. Bonnie, watching over her shoulder, began to scream before he even brought it down. Again the belt met her bottom with a satisfactory snap. Her bottom jiggled back and forth while she blew through her teeth and bounced up and down.

“
No, no, no, no,” she begged when he raised his arm again, followed by a wail when he laid the stroke.

Unlike his paddlings which were hard and fast, Joseph whipped her slow and steady, wrapping the leather solidly around her behind about once every four or five seconds. A paddling was over quickly, lasting no more than a minute or so. A belt-whipping, he decided, should last awhile. He looked at the clock. It was 6:45. He would whip her at least until 6:50.

Only one minute had passed when Bonnie suddenly let go of the bedpost after a particularly hard stroke to her lower cheeks and danced about the room with her hands on her bottom. Joseph grabbed her forearm and started to whip her around in a circle while she danced and squirmed about.

“
Oooooh! Stoooppp! Pleeeaase, Joseph!” she cried. “I can’t stand it! OOOHHH! IT HURTS!”

Bonnie’s bottom tucked so far forward she fell to the ground, screaming when her behind hit the carpet. He pulled her to her feet and lifted her face down across the bed. She kicked her legs and pounded on the bed with her fists while he continued to whip her with slow, solid strokes.

Bonnie’s backside and thighs were literally covered with stripes after only three minutes. Joseph hardened his heart, determined this would be an experience she’d not soon risk repeating. She screamed nonstop now, her body frantically writhing and rolling around on the bed while her legs moved up and down as if she were riding a bicycle. She turned over several times, but Joseph just whipped the front of her thighs until they were covered with stripes as well before he forcibly turned her facedown across the bed again.

“
I’M SORRY! I’M SO SORRY, JOSEPH! PLEEASSE, I CAN’T STAND ANYMORE!”

Bonnie’s bottom turned crimson as if he’d paddled her good and hard, and each stroke of the leather blanched it white with a belt mark. She’d grown hoarse and sobbed pitifully. He’d only whipped her four minutes but he decided she’d had enough.

She still squirmed around awhile after he’d finished with her, sobbing and whimpering while she gingerly held her sore bottom.