Stranded On Christmas (10 page)

“
I’m
sick and tired of all of your sarcastic remarks. I would think that
you have learned not to say things like that this week.” I brought
the belt down as hard as I could. Her whole body bounced. I did it
again just as hard. Her buttocks tightened, pressing together.

My
thoughts drifted to her doing that with my penis inside of her. The
wiggling would be nice too.

The
first two spanks were to let her know that I wouldn't go easy on her.
After that, I slowed down and used less strength.

She
clenched and rocked her hips sideways. It was sexy to watch, but I
would never punish her, just so I could see her doing that. She had
to pull something, and she never disappointed me. At twelve I
stopped.

“
Go
to the corner and think about what you have done.” I encouraged her
to pray for forgiveness
with
that time.

She
slowly got up and stumbled to the corner. She lifted her fingertips
and pressed them into the wall. I had to praise her for doing
everything the way I had taught her. That had been a piece of work.

I
went into the bathroom and shaved. I could see her through the
mirror. She was mumbling something. I showered and dried off before I
went back out to her.

“
Okay
the ten extras. Hurry up.” I picked up the belt while she lay back
down over her pillow. Was she ever red. I could see my anger on her
backside. Maybe if she could behave for a whole day, her backside
could turn back to a creamy white.

“
Count
them out.” I knew that she hated that. She had even told me so once
and begged me not to make her. That made it all the more important.
If it embarrassed her, maybe she could learn from it and not repeat
her bad behavior.

I
really let her have it. Her fingers, holding onto the blanket, turned
white, and she twisted to the side. She was panting loudly, but she
still hadn't said anything. I belted her again.

She
was sobbing ‘
one’
over and over again. She knew better
than to think that I would let her get away without saying each
number.

I
wasn't as cruel with the second blow. She said two very softly.

The
third one was a heavy one. She was crying now. She couldn't count and
not cry. “Three.” Her voice was hoarse.

Four
and five I gave her one right after the other. She seemed to expect
it, so she had the numbering down. At six she lifted her upper body
up in an arch and screamed out the word six. She was sobbing. I
waited for her to lie back down before I gave her seven and eight
really quick.

The
saddest seven that I had ever heard in all of my life was the answer
I got. She was sad because she still had three to go and not two.

Again
I took pity on her. The next time I didn't flick the belt with my
wrist as much as I could have. As soon as she said eight, I gave her
nine. I took a step back, so I could really get a good swinging
motion going.

The
heavy belt whooshed though the air and got her low on her bottom. Her
upper body was up again, and she was really bawling. Those last ones
were my specialty.

She
managed to get out the word ten before she dropped back down on the
bed. She was crying and panting. I waited for her to let go of the
blankets. That took awhile, and I still had other things to do.
“Jessica, I'm getting very mad.”

Her
hands let go of the blankets, and she pulled herself to her feet, all
the while sniffling and sobbing. She stood in front of me without
meeting my eye. She knew she had to look at me. Everything was always
a constant game with her. She tested boundary after boundary.

Finally,
she looked up. “I’m sorry you had to punish me, sir.”

I
nodded at her, holding out the belt to her. She said,
'thank you,
sir',
and hung it back up again. She was a lot smaller than me. I
hadn't done it on purpose, but when I hung up the belt I had done it
at my height. When she got it or put it away, she had to stand on her
tiptoes. I loved how she looked in that position. Her long hair
covered her whole back and half of her bottom when she looked up to
see the hook. I could see the side of her rounded breasts as they
rose up with her arms. Her beautiful legs looked especially long that
way. I loved how they felt when they wrapped around me when we made
love.

She
was still the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in all of my life.

Jessica
got the buckle on the nail and lowered down again. She just stood
there with her back turned to me.

“
Turn
around.” I wanted to see more of her breasts. They bounced a bit as
she turned and swayed a bit until they came to a standstill.

If
only we had time to make love. Would there ever come a time when I
could look at her naked body and not think about ramming my penis
into her? Something about her just took my breath away.
Unfortunately, we didn't have enough time to make love before church.

“
You
don't have to do anymore corner time. Just get ready for church and
see to your chores. Hurry up.” I tried to sound authoritative, like
I wasn't drooling over her body.

She
nodded and walked swiftly to the bathroom. I heard her peeing a
second later and then a sigh of relief. She must have really needed
to go. I made a mental note to let her go beforehand if she ever
needed punishing first thing in the morning again.

Would
there ever come a time when I wasn't constantly punishing her?

She
was ready with breakfast and dressed in her good dress again.

She
hadn't done anything fancy with her hair this morning. I liked it
when she did. I guessed she didn't have time this morning.

I
sat down at the table and waited for my plate. She gave me mine and
then made up hers.

Jessica
sat down and exhaled loudly. She must have been holding her breath.
That woman hadn't sat comfortably since Christmas morning.

I
waited for her to fold her hands and bow her head. I blessed the food
and both of us, praying that we would stay healthy. I silently added
that I wished that Jessica would grow to love me again and be happy
here.

I
missed her.

The
her she had been before I asked her to marry me.

She
stood behind me holding onto the back of my seat as I drove her to
church on our tractor. I jumped down and held my arms out to her. She
hovered too scared to let go. “I'll catch you. I promise.” I
couldn't even remember how she got down last week.

She
looked so scared. She even closed her eyes before she let go and
stepped into thin air. I caught her and kissed her cheek. I hadn't
done that since last week when the pastor had said I could.

The
truth was that I got such a kick out of the woman in my arms. She was
the only woman who would ever interest me.

I
walked her in, and we got a spot towards the front. We had time to
pray before the service started this morning. After I greeted
everyone and shook hands, I knelt down and grabbed onto Jessica's
hand, so she knew that she should be on her knees too.

I
prayed for our marriage, hoping that she would, too.

When
I was finished, I sat down with my left arm open wide, hoping she
would sit close to me. She was still praying, but I guessed that she
had a lot to say to God.

Jessica
stopped when the church quieted down. She noticed my arm and moved,
so she was wrapped in it. That felt good.

In
the beginning of the service, she was being good for me, but when the
sermon came, she dozed off. Her head fell on my shoulder, and she
honestly fell asleep. I wanted to crawl into a hole.

I
moved my shoulder to get her off of it, and she sat up perfectly
straight. She moved away from me a little. She was scared, and she
should be. I was fuming.

When
it was time to go up for communion, I took hold of her just above her
elbow and squeezed it tight. I guided her the way I wanted her and
didn't let go until it was time for me to get a piece of bread. I
grabbed back onto her arm afterwards.

She
let out a little yelp, which she tried to cover up with a very fake
sounding cough.

“
Wait
till I get you home,” I whispered in her ear.

She
nodded and hung her head as we sat down. After church, I took hold of
her again and helped her into her coat.

“
Thank
you, sir.” Her big brown eyes looked at me like I wasn't someone
important to her, like I could have been a stranger.

I
winced at her words. I wanted to tell her that she didn't have to
call me that when I wasn't punishing her, but I would be punishing
her as soon as we got home.

I
wanted her to say my name again, but I constantly had to punish her.
When we were in bed, she would pant my name into my ear. But
otherwise, she hadn't called me by name since last week. We just
weren't comfortable with each other yet.

I
helped her up onto the tractor again. She was a bit afraid of the
tractor. I could tell. She held on tight the whole way. We lived the
furthest out, so it took us awhile to get home. I left the tractor on
and jumped down.

“
Jessie,
come here.” I held my arms out wide for her. She shook her head.
She was still holding onto the seat. Was she playing some sort of
game?

I
let my arms drop and went to open the barn door.

I
climbed back up to her and drove the tractor into the barn and
parked. Once the tractor was turned off, she let go and hurried to my
side. I jumped down and opened my arms wide again. I caught her when
she moved towards me.

She
was trying to show good will. I carefully set her down. “Go start
working on lunch.”

She
took right off.

I
had to grin. She was a silly city girl. My brave Jessie was too
afraid to move when the tractor was on.

I
could make allowances for things like that.

Jessica

I
hurried in and went right to work. First, I lighted the wood in the
oven. This was something that I didn't excel at. Gideon could do it
in a matter of seconds. I needed at least ten minutes.

I
started peeling potatoes and carrots. He wanted a roast every Sunday.
He had lists for things like this.

Tomorrow,
I would make a soup with the left over meat and vegetables. I was
getting better at all of this farmwife stuff, slowly but surely. I
guessed that I wouldn't be getting away from him.

When
the meat was in the oven, I went to the sink to wash my hands. When I
turned to dry them, I saw Gideon standing behind me. I jumped
surprised and let out a small scream. Then I covered up my mouth. I
never knew how he would react.

I
tried to be quiet and not bug him, but after what happened last week,
everything I did annoyed him.

He
went to the drawer with the cutting boards. He pulled out one that
was thin and then got thicker towards the handle. Because it had a
handle, I guessed right away what he wanted to do with it. I really
wanted to run, but I had tried that trick on Tuesday and gotten the
worst spanking ever.

“
Over
the table now.”

I
lifted up my skirt and pulled down my underwear before I lay over the
table.