Chapter Two-2
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“But I think she did!” Carl exclaimed.
“No, she didn’t,” Louisa said. “What she didn’t see is that your wife is not putting up with this type of nonsense.”
“Oh, Louisa, if you feel so strongly about it, OK, I won’t see a fortuneteller again. I swear I won’t.”
“That’s not good enough!” she practically shouted. “You’ve wasted our money just like throwing it in a paper shredder! Carl, you’ve got to be punished for this nonsense.”
“What? What do you mean?” he asked in confusion.
“I mean just what I said. You have to be punished for seeing that fortuneteller.”
“Punished? How?” Carl’s mouth hung open.
“You’ve behaved in a very childlike manner so you’ve got to get treated like a child,” she told him. “You’ve got to get a spanking.”
“A spanking!” Carl repeated incredulously. He paused, trying to take in what his wife had just said. “Oh, this is a joke! You’ve got to be joking.” Carl giggled, albeit uncomfortably.
“It’s no joke,” she said. “No joke at all.”
Carl gasped. This really was serious! What could he do? To take a spanking like a child – how humiliating! He could not stand it.
However, he did not want Louisa to consider leaving him. He loved her as much as a man could possibly love a woman. He also did not want her to continuously throw this in his face. At least for Carl, verbal abuse could hurt as much or more than hitting. He had been spanked as a child and sometimes thought it was not nearly as bad as a long scolding. Perhaps it would be best to let her spank him and so clear the air of this whole thing.
“OK, OK, Louisa,” Carl said. “I’ll let you give me a spanking.”
“Good,” she said. “Now take your belt off and hand it to me.”
The reality of what Carl had just agreed to suddenly sank in. He felt his neck and face get hot. He was so embarrassed. His hands flew to his painfully burning face. “Oh, this is terrible,” he said. “Do you have to do this, honey?”
“I have to do it,” she said in an implacable voice. “I must know that you have learned your lesson and that means I’ve got to teach it to you with an appropriate punishment.”
Carl unbuckled his belt and pulled it through the loops of his jeans. Another, even harsher, blush flew over his neck and face as he handed it to her.
“Thank you,” she said. “Now get me the ruler.”
“Why do you need the ruler?” he asked. “You’ve got the belt.”
“Because I want this spanking to be punishment,” she replied. “Real punishment. I think you’ll need to be spanked with something more substantial than a belt and, to me, that means spanked with wood.”
Carl let out a deep sigh. He grimaced and closed his eyes. When he opened them, he asked, “Where is the ruler?”
“It’s in the kitchen,” Louisa told him.
He walked to the kitchen. “Where in here?” he asked, his timid voice betraying his fear and shame.
“The first drawer to your right,” she answered.
He opened it up. Sure enough, there the ruler was. He picked it up although a tremor ran through him as he did so.
Then he went back to the living room and handed it to his angry wife.
“Now go to the closet and fetch that heavy wooden clothes brush,” Louisa commanded.
“What?” Carl exclaimed. He shuddered with fear. “The clothes brush? You’d spank me with that?”
“I will indeed spank you with that,” Louisa said. “Now go get it!”
Carl swallowed hard. His mouth went dry. He was truly scared now. The clothes brush was kept in the hallway closet. He walked to it on legs that felt like they had turned to rubber. As Carl opened up the closet door, he shivered. Looking at the clothes brush caused him to blink rapidly several times. Groaning, he picked it up. It felt hideously heavy in his hands but that might have been because his hands had gone weak with fear.
He slowly trudged back to the living room and handed the clothes brush to his wife.
“Thank you very much, Carl,” she said. She put the ruler and the clothes brush on the maple coffee table that was in front of the divan. She picked up the belt and doubled it back. “Bare your bottom and lean over that chair,” she commanded.
Carl’s hands trembled as he undid the button over his fly, and then unzipped the fly itself. He pulled the jeans down to his thighs.
But he left his jockey shorts up.
“Bare bottom, Carl,” she told him in the most business like possible tone.
“Does it have to be?” he asked plaintively, his eyebrows pulled up and mouth frowning. “I just think it would hurt too much on bare skin.”
“It will hurt just as much as it should on bare skin. Drop them, Carl.”
Carl pulled his jockey shorts down to reveal a pair of slim buttocks with downy hairs on them above slim muscular thighs that had long curly black hairs. The buttocks were pulled tightly together with tension.
“Ah, Carl, you really are scared,” Louisa observed.
“Yes, I am,” he readily acknowledged.
“Well, good!” she said. “Be afraid, my dear. Be very afraid.”
She brought the belt down as hard as she could on her foolish husband’s buttocks. Swat!
The belt stung Carl’s bare buttocks and, along with the relatively mild pain, he felt with renewed shame the acute embarrassment of his childlike position. Oh, this was awful!
Louisa brought the belt down hard and repeatedly on her husband’s tense naked ass cheeks. Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat!
“Did Madam Dirk predict that you would get a spanking when you got home?” Louisa asked.
“No, she didn’t,” Carl sadly replied.
“Then her crystal ball must not be that effective after all, right?” Louisa pressed.
“I guess not,” Carl said.
Louisa spanked some more. Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat!
Carl did not cry out but he cringed as his bottom stung.
Louisa saw that he was getting pale pink stripes across his butt cheeks. She was happy about that as it served him right for wasting their money on such absurd nonsense.
Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat!
“Are you going to go to a fortuneteller again, Carl?” Louisa asked.
“No, honey, never again,” Carl answered.
“You better not,” she said and brought the belt down some more. “You sure as hell better not.” Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Deciding it was time to spank her husband with something a little bit stronger, Louisa put the belt aside and picked up the ruler.
She brought the wood down on bare flesh that was already pink and stinging. Swat!
Carl cringed.
Louisa noted the new pink mark across Carl’s butt cheeks. She drew her arm back and then brought the ruler down as hard as she could. Swat!
“Ouch!” Carl cried out, his deep voice unusually high-pitched from this greater pain. This really stung!
Louisa began spanking in earnest with the wooden ruler. She brought it down both hard and fast. Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat!
Carl’s bottom burned with the sharp pains. “Ouch!” he cried. “Ow! Ouch! Ouch! Ow! Ah!”
“It sounds like I’m starting to get through to you, Carl,” his wife commented.
“Honey, you always get through to me,” he said. “Always. No matter what you do.”
She resumed spanking. Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat!
“Ouch! Honey, it hurts! It hurts! Ouch! Ow! Ow!”
“It hurts? Ah! What do you think it’s supposed to do? Tickle?” she replied sarcastically. Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat!
“Ow! Ow! Ouch! Oh! Ow! Ow!”
Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat!
“Ouch! Ow! Oh! Oh! Oh! Ow!”
Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat!
“Oh! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ouch! Ow!” Every swat stung like a bee. Carl just did not know how much more of this he could take.
Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat!
“Ouch! Ouch! Oh, Louisa! Oh, it hurts! Ouch!”
Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat!
“Ow! Ow! Oh! Ouch! Ow! Ow!”
Louisa liked the way her husband’s butt cheeks automatically flinched from the blows of the ruler, the ass cheeks compressing together and then bouncing apart. She also liked the way his bottom was turning color from pink to a mottled red.
“I think it’s time for the strongest instrument,” she said as she put the ruler down and picked up the heavy wooden clothes brush.
Carl shuddered. He could not take any more! “Please, please, stop it now,” he begged. “Please, Louisa. I’ve been punished. I’ve been terribly punished. You’ve already hurt me something awful. I won’t see another fortuneteller ever. I swear I won’t! Please don’t spank me with that clothes brush! I don’t think I can stand it!”
“Sorry, Carl, but the clothes brush it will have to be,” she told him in a voice as firm as one of her swats.
Again a shudder went through Carl’s body. He hurt so badly and he had taken so much, how much more would his angered wife mete out?
Louisa drew her arm back and then brought the heavy wood down as hard as she could on her husband’s already mottled red and sore butt cheeks. Swat!
“Ow!” Carl cried out shrilly as his bottom suffered a terrible sting.
“Too bad Madam Dirk couldn’t see your painful future clearly in that crystal ball or those tarot cards or your palm or whatever,” Louisa acidly observed before bringing the clothes brush down in rapid succession. Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat!
“Ouch! Oh! Oh! Ouch! Ouch! Ow!”
Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat!
“It hurts! Ouch! Ouch! Oh! Ow! Ow!” In his pain, Carl began to pick first one leg up and then the other. His hands clutched into loose fists. He felt sweat break out on his forehead and scalp and on the palms of his hands.
Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat!
“Oh! Ow! Ow! Ouch! Ow! Ow!”
Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat!
“Ouch! Oh! Ouch! Ow! Ow! Ouch!”
Louisa saw that her husband’s bottom was turning completely red and a very deep shade of red at that. She enjoyed the way the ass cheeks tensed and bounced as she spanked. It reminded her of a kind of dancing – dancing spanked butt cheeks.
Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat!
“Ow! Ow! It hurts! Oh, it hurts! Ouch! Ow!” Tears started in Carl’s eyes and blurred his vision.
Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat!
“Ouch! Ouch! Oh, Louisa! Ouch! Ow! Ow!” Carl began crying, the tears streaming sloppily down his face.
A quiver of sympathy for her husband ran through Louisa at the sound and sight of Carl weeping. However, she decided that the lesson was not quite completely driven home to her satisfaction and resumed paddling him with the clothes brush.
Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat!
“Ow! Ow! Ouch! Ouch! Oh! It hurts!” he yelled.
Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat!
“Oh! Oh! Ouch! Ouch! Ow! Ow!” Carl was sobbing loudly. His body shook as he cried.
Louisa took pity on him and put down the clothes brush. “Oh, Carl, I love you, I really do,” she said in a voice full of warmth.
Carl was still crying hard.
Louisa put her hands on his butt cheeks. Her touch was cool and Carl felt soothed although he still wept. He put his arms around her and cried on her shoulder as she lovingly held and fondled his punished ass cheeks.
As his weeping subsided, he said, “You’re right, honey. I shouldn’t have spent that money on Madam Dirk. I probably was just wasting money we don’t have. I love you, Louisa. I love you so much. I want to be the best husband to you that I can possibly be. I really do.”
Louisa kissed the tears on his face. “We’re going to make it, Carl,” she said. “We’re a good team and we’re going to stay together no matter what.”
Carl put his arms around her and the two kissed long and passionately. Louisa felt her n*****s harden and her p***y get warm and wet. Carl’s hand went down Louisa’s back to her buttocks. He cupped a cheek in his hand and pulled on it. Louisa ran a hand through his hair. The two of them shuffled out of their clothes and headed for the bedroom. When there, Louisa pushed her breasts together. Carl kissed down the cleavage and his d**k began to harden. He placed his mouth around one of her n*****s and sucked, gently at first and then more powerfully. His d**k was fully erect and hammer hard.
He pulled his face up and the two of them again kissed. Louisa spread her thighs and Carl’s d**k slid inside her throbbing cunt (they used no rubber since Louisa was on Norplant). “Oh, your p***y feels so good,” Carl said. “You are so beautiful. I’ve got the most beautiful woman in the world. Oh, Louisa, you’re the best.”
Louisa lifted her legs up around her husband’s body. “Oh, yeah, Carl, I love you,” she said. “Oh, how I love you.”
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