On their wedding night, Jimmie and Julie had observed a woman back-talking her man. Julie asked Jimmie what he would have done, had it been him and her.
"If you had talked back to me it would start with a very strong and long scolding, young lady. Telling you that I demand respect and that kind of behaviour will never be tolerated. I then would lead you by the arm into the bathroom where you would scrub soap onto your tongue before fully putting the soap in your mouth and holding it there. I would then take your pants and panties off and require you to remove the rest of your clothing. You would then march that soon to be blistered ass out to cut three switches. After you cleaned them properly you would stand in the corner to give you plenty of time to think about your actions. After a lengthy corner time I would call you to me and ask you why you are being spanked. You would then go over my knee for a nice hard warm up spanking. In tears you would then stand, spread your legs and bend over readying yourself for the switching you would never forget. After each stroke you would apologize to me and count out loud. Once the spanking was completed you would stand in the corner again with your hands on top of your head and no rubbing allowed. After your corner time you would be called over and told to drop to your knees where you would suck my thick cock until I exploded in your mouth. You would be required to remain naked for the remainder of the day or until you gave a very sincere apology."
This sort of talk excited Julie tremendously! Unfortunately for her, Julie had a temper, could be a real bitch at times, and often acted the immature brat. So it was not long after moving in together into Jimmie's home that Julie learned that he had been dead serious about the punishment for back talk. Knowing he was being tested, Jimmie carried out his promised punishment to the letter.
However, Julie is a wild little filly, and oftentimes needs more taming than that. This one time, however, she definitely went way too far and paid the consequences. Jimmie and Julie will recount this turning point episode in their lives in their own words to one another and from their own perspectives.
Jimmie
So you think it's ok to be a brat to me even after your switching? I quickly grab you by your ear and start walking you out to the woodshed smacking that ass the whole way. Once out to the woodshed I demand you to strip completely naked and bend over the saw horses. I take off my belt and fold it.Are you done being a brat today?
*smack *
Clearly the switching was not enough!
*smack *
You show some respect!
*smack*
After five minutes of the belt slapping that ass non-stop you are told to go stand outside the shed with your nose against the wall as I grab your clothes and put them on the counter.
After a half hour I come get you and bring you back into the woodshed and point for you to get on your knees and properly thank me for spanking you.
Julie
After I "thank you" I tell you that 'ol man Randall was out at the fence and saw you marching me out to the woodshed by my ear. I had met him before and was cold to the dumb old coot. Can you imagine how embarrassed I was to be totally naked like that??? I'm a nineteen year old girl, and he's old enough to be my grandfather! He saw my bare spanked backside. He saw my big bare breasts. He saw my shaved and waxed little girl pussy! And he saw you dragging me like a child to the woodshed for a lickin'!Then he heard my belting and my hollering, and saw you put me outside the woodshed, totally bare! You know how I know this? 'Cause he freakin' came over when you were back in the house. He asked if I was ok. As if he cared! I told him I got what I had coming. He asked exactly what got me whipped and I had to tell him. He could see my welted ass and the sides of my bare boobs. He laughed and said you sure knew how to keep your woman in line!
You need to go over there and punch that perverted old man right in his nose!!! How DARE he look at me like that!
Jimmie
You were the one who put yourself in that position young lady. We can gladly walk over to his house as you are and you can tell him exactly what you just told me here and get spanked in front of him. Is that what you want? From what I understand he came to see if you were OK. What's so wrong about that?Julie
What's wrong? What's wrong with you??? He's a pervert is what's wrong! Ogling your naked wife! What kind of a man are you? You need to go over there and punch his lights out or I'm calling the cops on him for being a peeping Tom!! And I'll throw rocks at his windows and TP his house!Jimmie
I look you dead in the eyes and tell you to march up to the bedroom immediately. I've had enough of your behavior today young lady! Clearly you need a dose of the paddle and a good Fucking! I stand there and watch your pretty little bruised ass scurry into the house as I stand and admire that ass thinking about how I'm gonna fuck you so hard later. As you wait in the bedroom for me I walk over to the old man and have a very good conversation with him.Actually, Mr. Randall, Colonel Randall to be more correct, was a war hero in his day. Now retired and living in his pristine kept home. He's a little deaf and does not see distances that well. When he saw you in distress, seemingly crying your eyes out by the old shed, he of course went to investigate. It wasn't until he was closer that he realized you were buck naked. He wanted to make sure you were ok, though, and approached to make sure. When he got closer and caught a gander of your backside, he knew that all you had gotten was some bare bottomed discipline from your man, and a little shaming to go along with it out by the woodshed. He approved. He knew you could be a rude and disrespectful brat at times, and he was glad I was doing something about it. Far from being sexually aroused by it (not that very much could arouse a man his age any more) he thought of you as a kid. Easily young enough to be his grandchild.
Some of this I knew already, some of this I learned now. I thanked him for coming over and inquiring about your well being. I asked him if he minded the nudity at all, as I thought it was a great extra punishment for you to be embarrassed like that out in the neighborhood. He had no issue with it whatsoever and doubted any of the other neighbors would either. I also mentioned to him that I'm sometimes sexual with you after your punishments. He said that was great. That a young newlywed wife needed frequent reminders of who's the boss. He said that back in his day when his wife was still alive, that after her spankings she would be required to suck, or bend over for a fucking in her pussy and even up her ass. He says it keeps a woman in line. In fact, he said that if I felt you needed that kind of treatment I should feel free to deliver it right out by the side of the woodshed where he could see it, to "really give that hot little hoochie something to be embarrassed about!"
I come back into our house and slowly walk into the bedroom and see you squirming in anticipation. I kiss your forehead and tell you that I do this because I love and adore you but your behavior has been outrageous and you need to learn a lesson and clearly nothing else has worked. I then ask you to go get the paddle, bring it to me and ask me to paddle your naughty little ass. As you hand me the paddle I tell you to assume the position with those legs spread. As you bend over and spread those legs I again am taken aback by your beauty as I see that pussy begin to glow. I somehow bring myself back from the trance I am in and rest the paddle on your ass. This is going to hurt young lady I say as I bring the solid wooden paddle down on that ass. You are my wife and I expect you to behave yourself like a lady not a child. The paddle crashes into your ass again. I then am silent and continue to crash that paddle into your ass relentlessly as the tears flow down your face. I set the paddle down leaving you bent over as I slowly take my hard thick cock out and slam it into your soft wet pussy. I thrust as hard as I can knocking you onto the bed but I just keep pounding away until I finally explode. Leaving you collapsed on the bed I walk out of the room, my last sight of you spent and well satisfied on the bed with my cum seeping out of your hot sloppy cunt.
Julie
I love that you're a real man. I was lippy with you and behaved terribly. I got switched, belted and paddled. And then you gave me the hard fucking I had really been asking for all along without even knowing it. I was feeling glowy all over. Yes, my ass was super sore, and my pussy ached. I'd be walking funny for a few days! But I got what I desperately needed from my man: your dominance!I am younger than you. I'm only 19. But we connected instantly. I loved how you were a real man, unlike the boys I'd been dating before you. I love how you take charge. I don't always love the discipline I get from you! But I wouldn't have it any other way. I was a messed up chick before meeting you. You took me in hand and changed my life around. I don't like that you sometimes thinks of me as a kid, and that you treat me accordingly when I deserve it.
I tried really really hard to be much better behaved after that day. I was attentive and sweet and polite, and got all my chores done around the house. But one thing still gnawed at me. Old man Randall next door. I seethed whenever I thought of him coming up to me in my altogether, supposedly asking if I was all right. Sure! He just wanted to ogle my naked body up close. The pervert.
I just couldn't let it go. I was convinced he had come over just to leer at me and lust after my hot young body. I hated old man Randall. I was determined to have my revenge on him for ogling my naked body and laughing at my comeuppance. It would be disobeying you, but it was your fault anyways, putting me outside in my altogether where Randall could see me like that! Besides, you'll never find out. I thought.
About a week later I was out shopping for groceries picking up the eggs. I instantly thought of the old prank of egging someone's house. The eggs cake on and they're a hell of a trouble to scrape off. I imagined old man Randall scraping away at a well-deserved coating of eggs on his precious, freshly painted, perfectly maintained house. I bought an extra dozen.
When our house was empty, I waited for old man Randall to drive off for his daily errands. I went outside his house, looked around to make sure nobody was anywhere near, and threw the eggs, all twelve of them, at the front of his perfect little house. Too bad he would not know for sure they had come from me. Oh well, I will still enjoy the distress it was bound to cause him, and all the work scraping off egg. The old perv had it coming!
Randall
I returned from my shopping and immediately saw the vandalism perpetrated on my house. I initially imagined it was the local high school kids doing it on a dare. "Old man Randall" had a bit of a local reputation (well earned) as a scary old dude, not to be messed with. Well, there would for sure be hell to pay. Unbeknownst to the little monsters, I had video surveillance of my house in place for years. I'm a military man, after all, and leave nothing to chance. I had only to check the footage, report the crime, and delight in the punishments meted out to those young fools. I would make sure their parents paid for the cleanup and a new coat of paint.Imagine my surprise however, when I saw it was not kids at all, but rather the spoiled rotten next door neighbour wife who had vandalized my property! I thought that little bitch must still be holding a grudge over the incident last week when I had only tried to help her. Teaches me to mind my own business from now on, as was my initial inclination.
Well, I edited the footage down to just the choice bits and sent Jimmie an email with the video clip attached. In the note I said I'll be pressing charges against the girl and expecting Jimmie to pay for fixing my house. I was hoping that little cunt would get 30 days in the slammer from Judge Morton, my old buddy. Leastaways, I would make damned sure of it! In fairness to Jimmie, though, whom I liked, I would not do anything until I heard back from him, and see if he could somehow make it right without involving the law.
Jimmie
I arrived home from a long stressful day at work. I knew I still had emails I had to go through but I couldn't wait to kiss my sexy wife. I adore you, baby, and love everything about you except for your temper. Anyways, I walked into the kitchen to find you standing at the sink. I walked up behind you, wrapping my arms around you, kissing your neck. "Hi my beautiful wife." I started to tell you all about my day and how I had to take care of some emails before dinner. I asked you about your day and if you had seen Randall's house was egged. Being the brat you are, you actually acted surprised by it. I wanted to believe my wife and thought nothing of it as I sat down with my laptop. I was stunned to see an email from Mr Randall so I quickly opened it, read it, and wrote back to him. The return email was very clear that I would be taking you to the woodshed where you would taste the cane and promptly after that we would be knocking at Mr Randall's door, which then Mr Randall would take control.After responding to him, I flew up and grabbed you by the arm and yelled at you like I had never yelled at you before. I stripped you of your clothes, grabbed a wooden spoon and peppered a dozen smacks on that beautiful ass. I then pointed to the door and said "woodshed now!"
Julie
When you got home I admit I was a little worried that you would blame me for old man Randall's egging, but you could not prove anything and I would just play dumb. Sure enough, you asked if I had seen the egging, but you showed no sign whatsoever that you suspected your darling little wife. I thought I was in the clear.You said you had to go check some emails before dinner, so off you went. But then, just a minute later, you came storming back into the kitchen seeing red. "Oh shit!" I thought.
You yelled at me, telling about the email you just received from Randall. You said it had surveillance camera video showing me egging his house! The fucking paranoid bastard had hidden surveillance cameras set up. There was nothing I could do but admit it. And I said I wasn't sorry and that he deserved it for being a perv, and that you should have punched his lights out but didn't so I had to take matters into my own hands!
That line of argument did not seem to soften your position. Seemingly just the opposite. You just grabbed me and started stripping off my clothes. And I mean ALL of them!!! You had me down to bare naked. I was fighting you like an angry cat, though, and managed to scratch you and kick you and even bite you a bit. You did not seem to take well to that, and I got upturned across your knee and locked down into place. You grabbed both my wrists behind my back and had my head down at the floor where I couldn't get at you. I was trying to kick and wiggle but you were holding me easily across your lap. Then you picked up the wooden spoon and gave me a bunch of hard whacks until I calmed down. You asked if I would obey you. I told you NO! and got another dozen or so. You asked again. This was stupid. I was just getting my butt beat for no reason, so I said, "Fine!"
You stood me up and pointed to the back door and said "woodshed now!"
I was buck naked! I couldn't believe, after all that shit with Randall, that you were going to make me go back outside totally nude again where Randall could see me! Him and his damned security cameras no less! Looking at your face, it didn't look like you were giving me much of a choice. I knew I was in for a lickin'. I thought it was probably better to not make things worse. So I went out the door and double-timed it into the woodshed.
When we got there, you put down a rough coarse old blanket over the high sawhorse, and made me bend over it. I was feeling very exposed, with my ass high in the air and my pussy on parade. Unfortunately, this was a position I was all too familiar with, given my bad behaviour. Sometimes I just couldn't behave myself for the life of me. I was already thinking I probably shouldn't have egged his house. Being in this position does tend to clarify a girls' thinking!
"I'm sorry I bit you back in the house," I told you. I thought I had better try to make amends. "I was angry..." I said in my best little girl voice.
You were silent and still fuming. NOT a good sign.
"I guess I shouldn't have egged his house, even if he is a pervert..." I added.
Still you were silent. Not a good sign AT ALL.
You went and picked something up. Oh SHIT!!!!! It was the cane! I HATE the cane!
"No! No! No! Please! Please not the cane! Please!!" I begged you.
You were still silent. You just whipped the vicious cane through the air, making a very scary swishing sound.
Then you spoke. You were super calm. It was weird.
"Julie," you said. "I've had it up to here with you. You act like a ten year old. You vandalized the Colonel's house. I'm going to have to pay to get it fixed, and he said he intends to press charges against you. Knowing the pull he has in this community, and the evidence, you'll wind up in the county jail for at least a month and have a criminal record."
Shit. I didn't know you could go to jail for egging someone's house.
"I'm going to give you a caning now that you will never, ever forget. And then I'm taking you over to the Colonel's house, bare as a baby, where you will show him your striped ass and beg him for mercy on your hands and knees."
"Noooooo!" I said as I started crying.
"Would you rather go to jail? This is your only hope to avoid it. Throw yourself on the Colonel's mercy. And if he wants a piece of you as well, by God he'll get it."
"No jail." I said pitifully.
With that, you lined up and gave me the worst caning I ever got!
Jimmie
The look of horror and fear on your face told me you were finally ready to submit, finally ready to learn a lesson that most would've learned after the other whippings. I knew I had to deliver a caning that you would never forget about, a caning that you would talk about for years to come.The talking was done and it was time to drive home the lesson for this naughty naughty wife of mine. I raised the cane and brought it down as fast and as hard as I can again and again. You writhed in pain and screamed out yet you stayed in position for every stroke. Was beautiful, sassy, and naughty wife finally submitting? I would put that to the test before we ventured over to the old man's house.
As I finished severely thrashing your beautiful ass I could feel my thick cock growing harder and harder. I told you that before we go to the Colonel's house we have few more things to tend to here. Go assume your position outside! As I pointed outside, you lowered your head as the tears were still flowing and slowly marched outside and pressed your nose against the outside of the shed. I left you standing there naked with the cold wind rushing through you for a half hour. I finally came out with cock still very hard, I told you to bend over and arch your back. As you did I slid my thick cock into your precious ass. You moaned and groaned but to my amazement you pushed yourself back taking all of my cock! I was truly amazed and couldn't help but wonder what was going through your naughty mind and what the old man had in store for you.
Julie
The caning was absolutely horrible! The worst I had EVER gotten. But I knew that if I moved out of position, or disobeyed you in any manner whatsoever, it was only going to get worse. I knew I didn't want to go to jail! I couldn't bear it. My only hope, I figured, was to submit completely to you. I knew if I did this, you could somehow fix things for me.After my caning you sent me out of the woodshed, still totally buck naked, to put my nose against the exterior wall. It was windy and a bit cold, and I shivered there. My nipples were hard like pebbles. My butt stung like crazy. I didn't even dare look around. I couldn't bear the thought that the neighbours could just look over the fence and SEE me like this! Completely stripped naked. Freshly and severely caned bottom on display. Hard nipples on my big bare breasts. Nose against the wall in timeout like a naughty six year old.
But this was nothing new to me. You were firmly of the belief that a spanking punishment was supposed to both hurt, and be embarrassing. That's why I always got fully stripped before my spankings. That even happened once when your brother and his wife was there, and once again when your Dad and Mom were visiting. I was not spared the stripping then. And I was thoroughly spanked across your knees to tears, and then made to stand in the corner, still buck naked for my timeout. And they all thought it was great and that I deserved it!
For more serious offenses, it's always the woodshed. You strip me in the house and make me take the long walk bare. I am so embarrassed that anybody might see me! And in this part of the country, if a girl is marched bare to the woodshed, everybody knows a licking is in her immediate future! After a woodshed punishment I am always required to stand outside the woodshed, with my whipped ass and the sides of my embarrassingly big tits showing for a full half hour. It is not at all uncommon that neighbours see me, drawn by the piercing sounds that can only emanate from a well disciplined girl. As I stand there like that, I just want the ground to open up and swallow me down, but it doesn't, and I just have to stand there. Apparently my naked timeouts and my woodshed whippings are the talk of the neighbourhood.
When you finally came out at the end of my timeout, you pulled me roughly away from the wall, and bent me over at the waist. I had to shoot my hands out to balance myself against the wall. You ordered me to arch my back. How humiliating! Were you going to leave me like this? My pussy and butthole on show for another half hour?
But no... what you did was even worse. Even more embarrassing. You put the tip of your long thick cock right up against my asshole!!!! Oh no! you intended to fuck my hole! Right outside, where anybody could see it!!! I cried soft wet tears as I realized that I would be punished with... anal... intercourse... right outside, where anybody could see. But I know I needed to obey my husband. If this was my punishment, I would take it. I arched my back further and pushed myself into you. You penetrated me painfully, and began pumping inside of me. When I didn't think I could take any more, I then felt hot hot cream spurting deep inside of me.
You got yourself tidied up, and then told me to come along, I am going to apologize to Colonel Randall, and tell him, and show him, how I was punished. And we'll see if he's satisfied, or if he might want to add some of his own. You said, "you may well be sucking his cock to stay out of jail, young lady, and I say damned good it will teach you a lesson in respecting your elders!"
Oh no! Old man dick!
Jimmie
As you arose from your ass fucking all I could think about was what exactly the old man was going to do to you. I so badly wanted to protect you but I knew we had to make this right without you being arrested. I was so torn, why must my beautiful wife do these things? Why must I have to punish her like this? I hoped you couldn't see the disappointment and frustration on my face but I really felt I needed to figure something out and fast. I can't keep going on like this not knowing what stunt you were going to pull next. You would be in a for a rude awakening this week!I cleared my throat and got my thoughts composed. "Julie let's go see the Colonel," I said as I grabbed you by your ear and began to walk to his house. Wow you didn't even struggle! You continued to cry but no words were spoken. It seemed like such a long walk to his front door with my naughty little wife being pulled by her ear. As we reached his front door I knocked as I held you by your ear still.
The Colonel answered the door and smirked as he saw you standing there naked. We said our hellos and he invited us into his home. "Julie explain to Mr. Randall what has happened to you today and how sorry you are." You quickly explained your punishment in great detail. Hell, you even mentioned the ass fucking! You even gave a real sincere apology.
As you finished we waited to hear Mr Randall's response, he cleared his throat and said "never in all my years have I seen such a naughty girl at your age and never would such a girl ever think about doing that to someone's house. I truly am amazed at how many times I hear your howling from the shed and later see you standing in time out! Clearly whatever Jimmie has done doesn't work so today I intend to teach you to not act like a spoiled rotten little girl!" He really laid into you, but I wasn't going to step in. I agreed with everything he said. Frankly, I hoped he could get through to you.
"Julie go outside cut five long switches, stick them in a bucket of water and march that ass right to that corner. " he said as he pointed. You didn't even hesitate. A token protest only. You quickly went and did it and next thing I knew your cane-striped ass was standing in the corner with your nose touching the wall. You stood there for over an hour as the Colonel drank a few beers and he and I had a casual talk.
Finally he called you, "Julie go get the switches then bend yourself over with your legs spread wide. There isn't a set number of swats you will get but it'll be until every switch is broken." You quickly did as you were told. Wow, I remember thinking, my wife's sweet pussy was on full display and looking amazing to me right now.
The switching started and I was amazed at how fast he brought the first switch down on your ass. He hit with precision as well, making sure he hit every area of that ass but really concentrated right below your ass! You howled, screamed and kicked but it didn't even phase him. After 25 strokes the first switch broke. He picked up some cream and rubbed it into your ass.
"Julie there's a power washer on the porch. You are to go power wash every inch of those damn eggs off and when you are done you are to assume the position right here again! Do I make myself clear?" he yelled.
"Yes sir!" was all you said and off you went. Again we shared some beers and talked. It was about an hour before you appeared, looking tired and sweaty and still sore, little tears in your eyes, and assumed the position. The same brutal switching ensued but this time the switch broke after ten strokes. This time he quickly picked up the third switch and continued on! Wow no break for Miss Julie! After 12 amazingly hard strokes the switch broke but that's when you truly broke! You sobbed uncontrollably as you tried to speak but we couldn't understand your words. Your body shook as you stood there waiting for your next orders. He again rubbed some cream into your ass. After that was done he told you to stand in the corner until you composed yourself.
Now usually it doesn't take you long to gather yourself after but this time it was a full half hour of you standing there. He stood and called you to him. You slowly walked over and stood in front of him. You could see the bulge in his pants growing as he ordered you to your knees to suck him off! You did as you were told but I couldn't help but laugh knowing you had a much bigger cock to deal with on a regular basis. You sucked his cock quite well until he blew his load five minutes in. He told you all was forgiven and that he hoped you would never act in that way again. He rubbed more cream into your ass before we headed on our way.
When we returned home I had a nice bath going for you to help ease the pain. As I watched you ease into the tub I told you to enjoy it now because tomorrow we had a lot to discuss.
Julie
You were taking me to see the Colonel. You grabbed my by my ear and started pulling me along. I knew better than to resist, Husband knew best. I felt very embarrassed and incredibly exposed as you pulled me out of the relative privacy of our back yard and out onto the sidewalk before cutting back towards Randall's front door. I was stark naked! There were people on the street and they were staring. True I was known as a local legend in the neighborhood. Among all the young wives and older daughters, I apparently held the record as the one who needed the most spankings. And with my husband pulling me by the ear, naked, crying softly, with a thoroughly caned bottom on display, towards the vandalized house of Colonel Randall, I suppose everybody now knew who the vandal had been, and that she was in the midst of her punishment...You rang the doorbell and the Colonel came to open it. He smiled when he saw me in my alltogether, held dancing on my tiptoes by your firm grip on my ear. He invited us in. You told me to tell him how I had been punished and how sorry I was. I was genuinely sorry now. I apologized abjectly to Colonel Randall and I begged him to not put me into jail. I told him that I had gotten the caning of my life in the woodshed. I turned and bent over a bit and showed him the evidence. I had caught a glimpse of my butt in the mirror in his hallway and it had even shocked me. There was a mass of angry red raised weals all over my butt and lower thighs. I then told him that I had to stand naked outside for a half hour, and that after that I was bent over and taught who wears the pants in the family. But not in the way good wives are reminded of that. In a different way. In a different hole...
Randall smiled broadly at the revelation that you had fucked me in my ass as part of my punishment. Randall said he wished he could teach me that same lesson, but that I was your girl. You jumped in and told Randall that he was completely free to do with me as I pleased by way of additional punishment. Due to the seriousness of my crime, and in lieu of not having me sent to jail, on this one occasion he would even extend that to whatever acts "this pretty young lady could perform on you, or you on her, by way of further apology." Randall smiled again and said that was mighty big of you, and he would think on that.
Randall then got all scary serious when he turned and addressed me. He said that despite your best efforts in the woodshed over the past year, I still needed to be taught a hard lesson in how not to act like a spoiled rotten little girl. He told me to go outside and cut and clean him five long switches from the peach tree in his front yard, to leave them soaking in a bucket of water, and then to get my "little nose" in the corner.
My heart fell as I heard that. I was going to be getting a country switchin'! Those hurt the most of anything. And FIVE switches!!!! And on top of that, the peach tree was in the front yard, right near the sidewalk.
I asked Mr. Randall for the clippers. He gave them to me. I asked if I might be allowed to put something on, maybe just even one of his shirts??? No. I told him that the whole neighborhood would see me cutting switches bare! He said good, that it was part of my lesson, a little public shaming, and would I rather prefer the public shaming of the courthouse and the jail cell? I didn't say another word but headed straight out to do as I was told!
My appearance set the whole street to talking. Children outside playing paused what they were doing. Parents walked over for a closer look. Even people inside their houses came out to see "Jimmie's young wife" getting her long overdue comeuppance. The men leered at me. I could tell. I was very pretty. Much prettier than their dumpy wives. As I stretched for the branches to cut they could see me in my full glory. My large full breasts with their big hard nipples. My fully shaven pussy (you like it that way). My perky ass, now messed up with the stripes from your caning. The wives were less kind. They called me all manner of names. "Slut", "Trollop", "Getting what she deserves", "Look at her fat ass. You can already see she's been spanked and caned by Bubba". And the taunting:
"Are those peach switches for you sweetie?"
"They hurt plenty!"
"Is old man Randall fixing on giving you a hiding, young lady?"
"I don't know if that sweet little ass of yours can take anymore, but I reckon it's going to have to!"
"That's what little vandals get in this neighborhood, honey."
"Maybe this will teach you to not be such a stuck up little bitch!"
By the time I had gathered my five switches and cleaned them I was sobbing tears of shame. The neighbors all really hated me. I had not been nice to them at all. I realized that now. I was determined I would do better.
I walked the switches back to Randall's houses, found a bucket, filled it with water, and left the thinner ends in for soaking. I then marched my nose into Mr. Randall's corner and left it there.
He and you were talking and having a few beers. None of it was about me. It was all about the local sports team and politics. You went on and on and on while I had to stand there, like a dummy, waiting for my switchin'. While I was there, Randall left for a bit saying he was getting out the power washer and the step-ladder and putting them on the front porch.
Finally Randall called out to me and told me to fetch him the switches and to go stand in the middle of the living room with my legs spread wide and to bend over. He told me there was no set number I'd be getting, but that he'd go until he broke all the switches. I wanted to be totally obedient, so I immediately did as I was told. I spread my legs wide and bent over at the waist, holding my ankles with my hands. I am very flexible from my dance classes, and this was no trouble for me at all. But I knew that in this position my pussy and asshole would be plain as day to old man Randall. A part of me hoped he would drop dead from a heart attack.
But then the switching started! OMG!!!! Randall did not hold back. He whipped me with a vengeance right from the first stroke. His aim was perfect as well. That switch went wherever he wanted it to. I knew he had daughters and just then I would have felt sorry for them expect that I was feeling too sorry for myself! With my legs spread like that, the whippy end of the switch reached places it had no right to reach! It wrapped around to my inner thighs. It wrapped around into the crack of my ass. While he did not concentrate there, not even my sensitive pussy lips and asshole were completely spared! He also switched the backs of my legs from my ankles to my waist. And he deliberately let the switch wrap around to whip my flanks. Of course, he mostly just whipped my ass and my under ass!
I was screaming and howling at the top of my lungs. I just couldn't help it. It did not phase that cruel old man in the least. His first switch finally broke and my first whipping was over. He kept me in position. Next thing I knew he was rubbing some cream or something onto my ass. He put it all over, including up and down my legs, on my ass, into my ass crack and around my anus, and even brushing right by my pussy!
He then told me there was a power washer and step ladder on the front porch. I was to go outside and power wash all that "damned egg" off his house. After that I'd present myself right back here and would get the rest of my comeuppance.
"Sir," I said, "please, there will be people outside... watching..."
"Damned right there will be! I wouldn't be surprised if the whole God Damned neighborhood turned out to see a little tart get her comeuppance!"
Knowing it was useless, I started walking towards the front door. My legs and ass were sore from the switchin'. I could especially feel the lashes to my pussy lips and asshole as I painfully made my way to the porch.
I went outside, and sure enough the entire neighborhood was gathered to see me do my naked penance with the power washer. They came right up to the house and were a "great help" in pointing out all the places that needed to be power washed off. I had to climb the step ladder even and give them a real show.
"You can tell she got a switchin' on top of the caning her husband gave her earlier."
"You sure can. She looks awful sore!"
"Look how the Colonel got that switch right up in there when the sun don't shine!"
"Yup. You can see he gave her a cut or two right onto those puffy pussy lips."
"Little missy's 'gonna be plenty sorry when Jimmie makes her perform her wifely duty tonight!"
"Hell, maybe he'll take pity on her and do her in the ass again like he did out by the shed!"
"But look at her asshole! It's none the better off. Randall got that switch in deep!"
"Leastaways her front side got off scott free."
"If it was me, she'd a got the switch all up and down her front side too, especially on those big perky boobs of hers!"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
I blushed in mortification as the entire neighborhood discussed my whipped charms. However, I finally got the job done using the power washer, and I hurried to finish, despite the continued whipping I knew I would still be getting once done.
Once back inside, Randall made me bend over again. Legs spread again. I was shaking this time. He switched me brutally with first one switch, and then another. By the end of that third switch, I completely broke down. My body was a mass of whipped marks from waist to ankle, from the outsides to the insides, asshole and pussy not spared. I screamed and cried and started blubbering incoherently, begging for my switching to stop.
Seeing that I truly was broken, Randall put me back in the corner and told me to compose myself. I couldn't stop sobbing for a full half hour. When eventually I had control of myself again, Randall made me get on my hands and knees and crawl to him. I then had to take his dick out of his pants and suck him off. I was still crying a bit as I did this, and this seemed to turn the weird old bastard on even more, and before even five minutes he shot his little load out of his little dick into my mouth. I nearly gagged as I had to swallow his nasty-tasting old man cum down my throat. But I didn't think spitting was an option at that point.
After I did that, he used some more cream on my lashes, including everywhere. He told me I was forgiven and he would not be pressing charges. He said I hoped I learned my lesson today, and he hoped that you saw what it took to discipline a gal like me.
You took me home and made me a bubble bath to ease my pains. However, one look at you told me that I had not yet heard the end of it...
Jimmie
As you soaked trying to ease your wounds I stripped my clothes off, all but my nice new camo boxer briefs, and laid on the bed. I couldn't believe what transpired today. I sat up and went to the closet where I pulled out your butt plug, the wooden paddle and the strap. You despise these things and they were only used to severely drive a message home. I set them on her dresser knowing they would be the first things you would see as you exited the bathroom.As you finally emerged from the bathroom your eyes met your dreaded enemies and you froze. "Julie come sit down we need to talk." You slowly made your way to me and sat on the bed. As you went to speak I raised my hand to silence you. I told you time to talk was over and you would sit and listen. I wish I would've had the camera to take a picture of your face when I said that lol. A look of shock and terror.
Anyways I began to speak. "Naughty girl, I am at wit's end with you. I bust my ass day in and day out trying to give us the best possible life together! Yet that's not good enough for you. I have to come home and bust your ass for your ridiculous behavior! I've tried it all with you. I've tried spoiling you, tried making you work for things and we know how that ended, I've tried talking to you, I've tried corner time and I've tried spanking that ass with everything I can think of. I love you with everything I am but I cannot and will not allow this to continue. With that said from this moment forward if things don't begin to change I'm left with one option only...... DIVORCE!"
It was so hard for me to say those words but I thought you really needed to know where I was at. I adored you but something needed to change. "This weekend is going to be a very unpleasant one for you. To start you are to remain naked until further notice. Second this butt plug is going in and will also stay until further notice. You will get a hand spanking from me tonight and first thing tomorrow morning you will take the strap to the woodshed and stand in your naughty spot til I come and get you. Throughout the day you will be spanked with the paddle when I deem it necessary. Oh yeah one final thing I'm sure you forgot. My brother Mike and his wife Mary will be here for dinner around six. When they arrive you will tell them what you have done and promptly bend over the table for a strapping in front of them! After the strapping you will go get the paddle and ask Mary to spank your naughty ass."
I could tell you so badly wanted to protest but didn't say a word. I pointed to the dresser and you stood and got the plug. I used very little lube and slid it all the way in. Right after I pulled you over my knee and spanked that precious ass for 20 minutes. Each minute my cock growing harder and harder! As I let you to your feet I lay back in bed waiting to see what your next move would be.
Julie
I had gone too far and I knew it. Through my thoughtless actions I had even forced you, the man who loves me, to tell me we would get a divorce if I continued the way I had been. I was going to change, and I meant it. And it started with my resolution to be completely obedient to you in every way a girl could be obedient to her man.You were giving me one last chance and I would not blow it. You were not done punishing me yet, and you were right to do that. I deserved it, whatever it was you chose for me. You demanded complete obedience for the weekend and I would give it to you!
However, my resolution to be obedient to you did not stop the butterflies in my tummy when you called me over to the bed after my bath to sit with you. I saw that you had gotten out my butt plug, strap, and paddle: the three things I hated worst in all the world! But I deserved it all.
You wanted me naked all weekend. You would also be inserting the butt plug, and it would stay in until you decided otherwise. I was to get a hand spanking tonight, and tomorrow you would make me take the strap and stand with my nose against the woodshed until you came out to give me a strapping. Throughout the day, you would paddle me whenever you felt I needed it. You reminded me that your brother and sister-in-law had been invited for dinner tomorrow night. You informed me that I was to remain naked and plugged while they were here and explain to them why. I was then going to be strapped in front of them, and then have to ask my sister-in law for a paddling. It was going to be a miserable and humiliating weekend, but if that's what it took to save my marriage, I would obey!
You then pointed at my punishment butt plug and made me bring it to you. You made me bend over and pushed it deep inside of me. Oh my gosh. The plug is so big and my anus has to stretch so far to accommodate it! My rear passage would be sore and stretched the entire time it was up in there. Neither walking, nor sitting, nor just standing would be pain free. It was penance you demanded, and penance is what you would get.
When the plug was lodged firmly inside, you took me across your lap and gave me my bedtime spanking. Your large hand connected again and again on my small whipped cheeks. As you spanked, I could feel the plug fucking my rear passage over and over and over again. That spanking lasted a very long time. I writhed naked and plugged across your strong lap as you taught me my lesson in the time-honoured way of husbands and misbehaving wives.
When you were finally done you let me up. You lay back on our bed in your sexy boxers. I NEEDED your cock in me! I needed to know I was still your wife! I crawled onto the bed and I lowered your boxers. Your big dick was rock hard. You always get hard when you punish me. I am grateful that despite all my shortcoming as your wife, I can at least still turn you on with my bare body and my obedience. I stuck your dick in my mouth and I started slurping and bobbing up and down on your cock. I opened my throat wide and took your big cock right up to the hilt. I was determined I would not gag! I stayed there as long as I could and then went back to sliding up and down your cock. I did this over and over again for your pleasure. We looked at each other and I said, "may I please have your big cock in my tight pussy, Sir?" You nodded your agreement. I straddled you facing towards you and sat on your cock, pulling it deep into me. I then gently rode your cock, doing my best to squeeze it and release it with the muscles inside of me. It was why I practiced Yoga so much! You grabbed my tits hard as I started bucking wildly on top of you. As you shot your hot load into me, I too orgasmed at exactly the same time. I dismounted and snuggled up next to you. I thanked you for punishing me, and not giving up on me. You held me in your arm and squeezed me tight. I felt very loved, though I knew that the more you loved me, the more determined you would be to see my punishment through.
The next morning I awoke before you. The only thought in my head was complete obedience! I snuck out of bed, taking the strap with me and went directly to the woodshed and put my nose against it. I needed to use the toilet badly, but that had not been what you had said. So I held it in as I stood there outside.
I was squirming from the pressure on my bladder as I stood there and waited for you. I hoped you would not sleep in today! You rarely did, and fortunately today was no exception. You came to me in your sweet time, though. You took the strap from my hands. You could see me squirming there, pressing my legs together. You asked me if I had used the bathroom this morning. I told you I didn't think I had permission for that. You asked if I needed to go number 1 or number 2. I told you both! You told me you would be quick with my strapping and then take me to the bathroom. All I said was "yes sir", while inside I was screaming, not knowing how much longer I could take it!
You said you would give me the strapping outside today. You made me bend over to ninety degrees at my waist, and brace my hands against the exterior wall of the woodshed. Just then we heard Colonel Randall from next door yell out to you, "Fixing to give that wife of yours another lickin', boy?" asked Randall of you. "Yes Sir, she's catchin' it all weekend long," you answered. Randall said, "Good! The naughty brat needs it. Say, my eyes are shot, do you mind if I come on over to have me a look see as you do it? Seeing as how it was my house she egged?" You, replied, "Please come on over, Sir, you can have a front row seat insofar as I'm concerned."
Randall made his way to the gate and then over to us. "You got her plugged I see! Good job. How long's that stayin' in?"
"How long, Julie?" you asked of me.
"Until you say otherwise, sir" I said.
"Atta boy!" said Randall. "You seemed to have finally tamed that little filly of yours! But why's your woman squirmin' like that. I'd say she has ants in her pants except she doesn't have any pants!"
"She needs to go to the toilet, Sir, which she'll get to do after I finish up her strapping," you explained.
"Well you better get to it then," said Randall.
You stood back, measured the strap across my backside, and then brought it down hard, low across both cheeks. I screamed out at the pain. That strap was like being seared with a brand! You did it again and again and again. As you did it, I suddenly got terrified! I started feeling a trickle of pee coming out! I couldn't pee myself like this. Not in front of you and Randall! Not like a little toddler! I tried my hardest to hold it in, but Randall's eyesight did not seem so bad after all, "better hurry up, Jimmie, she's starting to water your lawn!"
You stopped and said, "Julie! What the hell!? Stand up! Turn around!"
I did as you told told me. I squeezed my thighs tightly together and I even put my hands down there to help clamp it in, but at this point it was futile. Once it starts, it was only heading in one direction. With a cry the pee came shooting out into my hands and down my thighs. I literally pissed myself as you and Mr. Randall looked on in disgust.
"I'll get the hose," said Randall. You made me stand there, pee soaked, as Randall fetched the garden hose from the side of the house. He handed the nozzle to you and you sprayed me down all over.
"How about number 2?" you asked.
"yes sir, please!" I said, for the pressure back there was also getting extreme, threatening to pop the plug right out of my ass.
"Turn around and bend over," you said. I did and you reached for the base of the plug and pulled it out. I immediately used my hands to clamp my punished ass cheeks together.
"Go into the bushes there," you said.
I ran towards the bushes, squatted, and did my business. My face could still be seen by you both, but thankfully the ground could not! I could see you looking at me and laughing as my face contorted.
"Please, I need toilet paper, sir!" I yelled out after I had finished.
"The hose is all you need, girl," said Randall, "get your dirty ass over here so your husband can hose it down."
I reminded myself of my resolution to obey, and knew this was a test of that.
I came out of the bushes. You told me to turn around, bend over, and hold my cheeks apart. I did so, presenting my unwiped bottom hole for you both to see.
"Just look at that mess," said Randall, "Reminds me of when I was changing my baby daughters' diapers."
With that you pressed the trigger and the cold hose water sprayed directly on and even up into my bottom hole! You then also sprayed off the butt plug, spat on it, and pushed it back into my stretched anus, right to the hilt.
"Now stay bent over, I still need to finish up your strapping," you said.
You matched action to words and kept strapping me until I was again in tears.
"Thanks for the show, Jimmie!" said Randall as he waved and went back to his house. You took me by my ear and led me back into the house. You told me to clean the house and kitchen and make sure it was spotless as your brother and his wife were coming over. I quickly got to work, naked and plugged still. You said you were going out to the shops for the dinner fixings, and if you weren't happy with my work, it would be the paddle.
When you came back, you gave the house the white glove inspection. Despite my genuinely trying really really hard, which you could see, it still did not pass muster and I found myself back across your knee for a paddling. The rest of the day proceeded smoothly, with me doing all the cooking and cleaning. By 5pm everything was ready and you paddled me once more and put me in the corner, humiliatingly naked, red-assed and plugged, awaiting our guests.
At 6pm promptly the doorbell rang. It was Mike, your brother, and his wife Mary. Immediately they spotted me in my corner. Mike called out asking if I had been a bad girl again? "Well, she's sure been spanked and plugged," observed Mary of my red-assed and marked up condition.
You made me come out of my corner and face them. My hands immediately went to my breasts and pussy to cover them. You told me to pin my hands at my sides, young lady, and tell Mike and Mary what you've done. I was sooo embarrassed to be standing there naked like that, having to explain my childish behaviour concerning the egging of the neighbor's house. I could see Mike staring at me lustfully and growing a bulge in his pants. Mary was all business, and just seemed disgusted by my behaviour (she had never been a big fan of mine - I tend to get along better with the boys than with girls).
You told me that my evening strapping was due, and to get my ass over the table. I did that. You asked Mike if he wanted to do the honours. He sure did! He asked, "Can you take the plug out Jimmie? I'm not that sure of my aim that I want to risk knocking that plug right on up inside of her."
"I'll do it," volunteered Mary, who walked up to me, grabbed the base of the plug and yanked it out of me practically ripping my asshole in two!
"That's better," said Mike. "Spread your legs now, 'lil darling, so I can work the strap on up in there."
I spread for him, giving him a no doubt cock hardening pussy and asshole show. But I forgot all about that as your brother started whipping me. It runs in the family! Contrary to his modest statement, he was a damned good aim, and he directed that strap to all the places a girl could get strapped!
As Mike strapped me, the brothers discussed strapping technique and target areas. Wrapping the end of the strap around and down into my fully spread ass crack seemed to be a favourite of theirs. The topic of conversation moved onto pussy strapping. They said for that they needed to choke up on a belt and whip it light. The brothers lifted me and put me on my back on the table. You held my legs spread, pulling my ankles all the way back to my ears. "Well looky what a good little gymnast we have here!" said Mike, no doubt imagining his penis jack-hammering my poor little pussy.
Mike grabbed the belt about 6 inches from the end, and used the short strap to whip my pussy lips. He even used his hand to spread my outer lips apart so he could whip my inner lips and clit! I cried bloody blue murder as you allowed your brother to whip my pussy like that.
"There you go, Jimmie," said Mike. "One well whipped pussy. You be sure to give her some good loving tonight. She'll feel it, I guarantee. Now, seeing as she's bent back like this, should we get that plug back into her. Mary! Where's that plug?"
"Oh I have it here, Mike," said Mary. "But before I stick it back in, why don't you use that little belt of yours to whip her hole, so she'll feel it going in that much more."
Mike enthusiastically complied with his wife's request, and used the tip of the belt to whip my anus into tearful submission as you pulled me even farther over.
Mary then walked towards me. She had on kitchen gloves and was slathering something onto the plug. "It's a little thing my Momma did to me when I was bad," said Mary. "I mixed in some hot peppers and fresh ginger juice into the butter, and slathered that on the plug for her lube. She's sure 'gonna be feeling this plug for the next hour or so!"
I couldn't help myself, it just came out under my breath, "you fucking bitch..."
"WHAT DID YOU SAY?" you shouted at me.
"Nothing Sir! Nothing!"
"ARE YOU GOING TO LIE TO ME TOO?"
"No Sir, I mean, I didn't mean it, it just came out, I'm soooo sorry. Please, Sir!"
"Stick it in!" you said, and Mary, with a smug self-satisfied look on her face, did just that, and none too gently, right up into my hot whipped anal passage. At first, it was just the usual sore, augmented by my sore butthole. But within fifteen seconds or so the concoction started doing its work and I started yelling out at the pain and begging them to "Please! Please! Take it out! Take it out!"
Instead, they lifted me onto my feet and set me down in the middle of the room to dance in pain. I could not help but alternately clench and unclench my bum cheeks, as I danced and cried out in agony at the large burning anal intruder.
You came to me. You made me open my mouth and stuck a bar of soap into it saying, "you do not use language like that to refer to Mike's wife!" You then led me to the dining room corner and had me stand there, squirming madly from the anal pain, as you ate your supper. After ten minutes, you took the bar of soap out of my mouth, but that was all the concession I got.
By the end of dinner, My asshole no longer burned like Hades, but was sore with every small movement I made.
"Julie," you said to me, "I know you have something you need to ask Mary now."
I came out of the corner, ran to fetch the paddle, came up to Mary, knelt at her feet and begged her to please paddle me good and hard to teach me to be a good girl.
Mary's expression actually softened. I was starting to win her over, and you too I hoped, with my complete obedience.
Mary took me across her knee. She pulled out the plug and handed it to you. You said we were done with the plug for now, but Mary had made extra butter concoction, and if I misbehaved again this weekend, I knew what I could expect. You than said, "Teach her some manners, will you?"
Mary said, "Well I've been waiting a long time to get to do this to her!" and then was off to the races, paddling my backside to a bright cherry red. Before Mike and Mary left, I got down on my hands and knees, crawled over to both of them, and was made to kiss their feet.
When they were finally gone, I kissed your feet also, despite the fact that my punished rectum stung with every small movement.
"I won't fuck you in the ass tonight," you said, "it's probably sore enough already and God knows I don't want any of Mary's nasty lube on my cock. But how's your pussy, baby?"
"It hurts Sir," I said, "but if you fuck me with your big dick, the hurt will feel good."
"Well then, that's just what your getting then!" you said with a great big Jimmie smile. I was clearly winning you back over with my obedience! I still had Sunday to go, and I would not blow it!
After the lovemaking, you told me there was good news and bad news for tomorrow. The good news was that I would be allowed back into clothes when we went to Church. The bad news was that the sermon concerned me and how to treat misbehaving wives.
Jimmie
As we woke up Sunday morning you were very nervous what was to come at Church. I had already laid out the clothes you were to wear to church. White flowery dress that would indeed make you look exactly like a little girl, polka dot panties and a white bra. I knew you would be embarrassed to wear these things as you usually dressed to die for but you were in no condition to argue because I wouldn't think twice about making you go butt ass naked. To make matters worse, your period had started and you needed to insert a tampon into your pussy. Little did you know how embarrassing that would prove to be!Church was a place you usually loved and actually did very well at, but little did you know that today was all about you, using you as an example, and continuing your lesson. It wasn't uncommon in our Church to see a lady or child escorted out to a special spanking room but against all odds you had never experienced that. Even today you wouldn't experience that. In fact you were completely skipping that step. I had been meeting with the Pastor and his wife Jen for a few weeks now and after they heard of your recent stunts they decided it was time for a severe lesson to be taught!
You got herself ready without a problem and even thanked me for allowing you to wear clothes and picking out your outfit. Amazingly you still looked very sexy to me but maybe it was the complete obedience I was seeing for the first time ever. As we drove to church you talked with excitement about how you got to teach the kids today but I quickly stopped you saying that would not be happening today. I told you there were other arrangements today. You amazingly responded with "Yes sir".
As we walked up to the church we were greeted by the Pastor and his wife. Well, I was greeted by them but they just looked at you until the Pastor's wife grabbed you by the arm, put a sign on your back that read "I've been a very naughty little girl," and walked you to the corner in front of the sanctuary and told you that you were to stand there and not move until called! You stood there with tears rolling down your face, the church congregation now knew of your misdeeds. It was like your secret was out but somehow at the same time you felt a relief that people would know. Maybe some of the other ladies could help you to be a better and more obedient wife to me?
As people began to take their seats there was silence as they all looked at you. Jason, the Pastor, rose and went to the pulpit and these were the words he spoke: "Today we speak of wives submitting to their husbands, and of the duty of husbands towards their wives. We will also be praying over a married couple today and be teaching a very important lesson to someone." I saw you shiver as you heard that. Jason was on fire as he spoke, he really laid down a great challenge for the men too! I really felt like I had learned a lot from that message and hoped you did as well.
Jason then went on and said "I would like to tell y'all a story, a certain young lady standing in the corner today has been wreaking havoc in her home for quite some time now but has now taken it to a completely new level of dishonoring her husband and has defaced her neighbor's house. I've been meeting with Jimmie for quite some time now trying to come to a solution as we all adore Jimmie and Julie however enough is enough! We will be handling this issue here today, we will be praying over Jimmie and Julie followed by Julie being disciplined in front of you all. Let this be a message to all of you women out there."
They called me to the front and then Jen walked you over to me. We held hands as they all gathered around us and prayed over us and our marriage. After they were done they told me to sit in the front and told you to go stand in the corner again until you were called. At this point a couple of the elders brought out a table and set it down in the center of the stage, followed by Jen bringing the dreaded paddle which was over two feet long and had holes in it. You were really in for it!
Jason then said for all parents to send their kids out as this wouldn't be a sight for them to see. Once all kids were gone you were told to remove her dress and come to the stage. You froze in shock. "Julie now! " demanded Jason. You realized this was your reality right now and quickly removed your dress and stood on the stage in only your white polka dot cotton panties and plain bra.
Jen followed you to the stage carrying a chair that she promptly placed there. She then ordered you to stand in front of her. As you did as you were told, your polka dot panties were pulled down to your knees by Jen! You were made to hold your panties there and put your hands on top of your head. Jen left you standing like that for a few minutes as she explained this is what happens when women are unruly and become too much for their husbands to handle. I could see you blushing as your bare pussy was displayed to the entire congregation, men and women both. Worse, the entire congregation could see the tampax string dangling from your fully shaved vagina! She then grabbed your arm and pulled you over her knee and the hand spanking began, Jen covered every inch of your ass as she gave you your proper hand spanking. I swear it lasted ten minutes as you squirmed, squealed and cried all the way until it ended. The warm up was completed.
Jason ordered you to return to the corner and process what was happening. He left you standing there naked from the waist down except for your panties pooled around your ankles for five minutes. "Julie remove your panties and bra and come to the stage. Once on the stage you will bend over the table spread your legs and stick that butt in the air. Do you understand?"
"Yes sir," you responded as you removed your panties and brassiere and walked to the stage, doing as you were told. You were still blushing madly in embarrassment, especially now that your full bosom was on bare naked display as well.
"Julie you will now receive 36 swats with the paddle, you will count each stroke and ask for another." You lowered your head as you said "yes sir."
Jason grabbed the paddle and walked behind Julie. "Wives submit unto your husbands, Ephesians 5:22" and the paddle swung. "One sir, may I please have another. " He swung the paddle harder. You cried out "Two sir may I please have another." This went on all the way to 36. You were reduced to a blubbering baby by the end of the thorough paddling you received. The entire congregation was mesmerized by the swinging of your cute little ass, the kicking of your little legs, the gaping and contracting of your asshole and pussy as you were paddled, and the frantic dancing of the tampax string dangling from your shaved and waxed vagina.
As you stood you were hugged by the Pastor and his wife as they told you they loved you and hoped this wouldn't be needed again. I also met you with a long embrace and kiss. You were told you could get dressed and we thought it was all over.
Jason remained at the stage and spoke words that hit me wrong and I knew something was about to happen. The words were "It talks about submitting to authority in the Bible. Men are not excluded from this and a wife's behavior reflects on the husband as well. " I started to know what was coming. "Jimmie has done all he knew to do with Julie and we understand that but not until a few weeks ago did he come to us seeking counsel or wisdom. This all could've been prevented but here we are. Jimmie stand and come to the stage " I couldn't believe this was happening but I actually really understood it and had a guilty feeling. I had failed you as your man and head of the household. I walked to the stage and apologized to the Church for hiding my struggles in the home and not seeking counsel as I should've. Before I knew my pants and boxers were down at my ankles and I was bent over the table receiving the same exact paddle that blistered your ass. I received 12 for being prideful and hiding our problems and 12 to ensure I would submit to the authority of the Church. I too was hugged by the pastor and his wife and of course you and I embraced for a long time.
With all that behind us we got in the car and started to head home, renewed and enthusiastic in our devotion to one another and to the Church, and eager to start in on making babies!
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