Jill Cavendish Baker, 35 years old and 18 months married,emerged from the shower mad as a wet hen. “TED!” she shouted through the closed door of the tiny, unventilated upstairs bathroom. “You took my TOWEL again!!” No answer.She ran the big detangling comb through her mahogany hair and yanked open the door, thankful for the cool air in the hallway.
Where WAS he? She thundered down the stairs, a delicate spray of water drops in her wake, a damp blue towel tied carelessly around her small waist. Her breasts jiggled as her feet hit the stairs, their rosy nipples pointing the way to the kitchen. Ted, her husband for every one of those 18 months, was not to be found. However, Jill’s fury was fed by the sight of three unwashed pans, a now ruined bowl of leftover spaghetti sauce on top of the microwave, and three hungry cats staring mournfully at their dinner-encrusted bowls.
“TED!!!!” she howled, stamping her foot and scattering the cats. “Where ARE you?? NOTHING is done… I can’t do EVERYTHING, I am late for my JOB, remember?? I have a MEETING… you PROMISED to take care of this stuff!” Her eye fell on the countertop, Ted’s briefcase and attendant papers were spread over every available inch. “SHIT!!!!!” Jill walked over to the mess and swept it onto the floor, watching it hit with a satisfying thud-ruffle-ruffle.
“I TOLD you not to spread this crap all over the place. You’ve GOT a goddamn study, haven’t you?? Look, where ARE you??” she whined, storming into the living room. If I don’t get in early, I’m NOT going to be able to leave on time and pick up the food for this moronic poker party you’re having tonight!! TEDDDD!!!!”
He came down the stairs slowly, his jaw working, his eyes clouded with anger. He looked at his suddenly silent young wife, looked past her at the briefcase, now leaning at a jaunty angle against the wing chair in the living room, and the papers for the grant proposal now carpeting the floor.
“What seems to be the problem now, Jill?” he asked, his voice low and controlled.
“The problem? The PROBLEM?? You said you would clean up last night, you haven’t fed the cats, your shit” (he grimaced in spite of himself) “is all over the counter again, you took my Polo bathsheet, and you PROMISED to drive me to the Park ‘N Ride because my car is in the shop, REMEMBER??” She was magnificent looking, he was able to think, despite the steam escaping at an alarming rate from his brain.
“I didn’t give you a timetable for cleaning the pans, I will feed the cats when I get back from driving you to the Park ‘N Ride, the Polo bathsheet is in the laundry where YOU put it, and, if you recall, YOU were using my study last night to prepare your notes for today’s meet- ing.”
She hated when he was reasonable. He was always reason- ble. “Well, why didn’t you ANSWER me when I CALLED you?” she asked, mollified but unbowed.
“I was on the phone…… in the study.” He turned to retreive the scattered papers.
“With whom?” she asked, hand on the staircase, running her hand through her drying hair. She kept walking up, not really caring to whom he had been speaking. “Your Father.” She stopped just in time to be able to duck her head down over the balustrade and consider his 46 year old professorial backside.
“My FATHER? You talked to him yesterday, didn’t you? Since when have you two become such good buddies?”
“He’s sending me something FedEx. I called to make sure he had done it yesterday because I need it tonight.” His voice remained impassive, calm.
“Something? What thing?” Her curiosity was aroused. “His poker-chip thing that you like?”
“No. You’ll see. Now hurry up and get dressed.” She came down several minutes later, transformed from wet hen to professional broadcast time buyer, correctly suited, stockinged, heeled, and briefcased. Her hair was caught up in a thick, glossy French braid, and delicate gold jewelry decorated her wrist and earlobes. He caught the singular scent of “Joy” as he bent to kiss her. She smiled in spite of her determination to let him know how much he had annoyed her.
“Do I look yummy?” she asked coyly. “Good enough to eat,” was his part of the morning repartee.
“Dig in!” she completed, grinning and kissing him back. She loved this part of being married…… the petted and treasured part. She had never intended to marry, but Ted had changed her mind. He was a little studied, a little deliberate, just a tiny bit boring since his early tenure at Duke had come through, and he worried way too much, but all in all he was a welcome change from her firey, blue- collar Father.
“Let’s go, babe,” he pushed her toward the door. “I want to drop you off and get back here so I can put the grant together again.” She grimaced, regretting her rash reaction to his work.
He kissed her again as her bus was pulling in, watched until she had boarded, and sped back to the house. As he pulled into the driveway, he saw the red, white and blue FedEx truck in his rear-view mirror. Good timing, he thought, and smiled.
*** LATER THAT EVENING ***
“TEDDDDDD!!!!” she shouted, juggling the tray from the deli her briefcase, and the keys to the company car she had borrowed. She kneed the front door closed behind her and shouted again. “TEDDDDDDYYYYYYYYY!!!” She knew he hated the diminuitive, so she used it only when she was totally exasperated by his refusal to be where she wanted him when she wanted him.
“Hi Jill!” startled her, and she looked toward the living room.
“Ohmigod! Hi guys!” she said, looking confused, dropping the keys and briefcase and checking the clock. “I didn’t expect you till seven!” she went on, leaving the deli tray on the immaculate kitchen counter, next to the clock that said 6:15. Ted’s three best friends. Alex, Ben, and Adrian sat two on the couch, one on the chair in the smartly decorated living room.
“Yeah, it was 7, but Ted called us and asked us to get over here early…… said something about wanting to make it an early night,” said Ben, winking at the other two.
“Oh, you guys!” replied Jill, smoothing her skirt and blushing slightly at the implication. She was confused. Ted never ever made statements that included sexual innuendo. It just wasn’t like him. She turned and went back into the kitchen, noting the bulging FedEx envelope lying next to the sink. Wonder what Dad sent him? She thought, pulling Saran Wrap off the deli tray and checking the fridge for beer. As soon as this was done she could change and meet HER friends for drinks at LaPub. She didn’t hear Ted come down the stairs, she was busy half-listening to the banter among the guys. She started when he stepped behind her and put his big hands on her shoulders.
“Sorry, sweetie” (Sweetie? she thought) “didn’t mean to scare you. How was the meeting?”
“It went ok,” she brightened, kissing him quickly. “The Dairy Board has committed to 9 weeks of broadcast, and they want spot, so it will be busy but lucrative for the mmfff!” He had cut her off with a kiss. A deep, long, hot, wet kiss that left her shaken and breathless.
“Yo! Ted, my Man!!”
“Way to go, Tedster!”
“Wooooo! Do it!”
The guys were shouting from the living room. Ted let her goand spun around, firing a silencing look.
“This is serious, guys…I told you.”
Jill’s heart was pounding.
“Ted, what is this about? You ARE scaring me now!” He took the FedEx envelope and handed it to her.
“Hold this while we talk, young lady,” he said sternly, propelling her into the living room and sitting her on the coffee table in front of the couch. (Young LADY? she was beginning to perspire lightly).
Ted stood in front of her. The guys fell silent behind him. All eyes were on her.
“Things are going to be changing around here, young lady. I am completely aware that you think I am stuffy, academic, and maybe a bit boring..”
“Oh honey, no, I…”
“DON’T interrupt. I have done what you would expect me to do, Jill. I have formed a committee. I have consulted. I have researched. I don’t like what I have found.” He fell silent. Jill fidgeted, pulling at the hem of her skirt, removing invisible lint and smoothing nonexistent wrinkles.
“Your behavior in this house and your attitude toward me are appalling, I don’t need a committee to tell me that. Jill looked down, embarrassed. I did however, need a bit of input from my friends here to deduce that you have been flirting with each of them, as well as with male coworkers, THAT thanks to Adrian, who shares your workplace!” Jill glared at Adrian, who looked sheepish. Ted continued: “How did you think that would make me feel, Jill?” He asked quietly.
She looked up at him for the first time since he had begun to speak, and saw the hurt and the anger in his face. She wanted to die. “It was just a game, honey,” she said earn- estly, needing to convince him. “It doesn’t mean anything, really. And I’ll be better around the house, I shouldn’t have those tantrums, I know, I just get so MAD, and then I…”
“And then you act like a spoiled little girl?”
“Well…” her cheeks were burning with the humiliation of having what she felt should be a private conversation in front of these three.
“There was an outside consultant as well, Jill.”
“Outside?” she asked, confused.
“Open the package. Let’s see what your Dad suggested as a remedy for our ‘situation’.”
A fresh wave of embarrassment washed over her. Ted had actually talked to her FATHER about their relationship…about her behavior? She began to squirm with some very unpleasant memories connected with her Father and the word “behavior”.
“Open it, Jill!” Ted repeated. She tore away the little strip and reached inside. She pulled her hand back as if it had been burned.
“Ohmigod, no, Ted…this is a joke, isn’t it?”
“Take it out, Jill!”
“No, honey, really, I…”
“TAKE IT OUT NOW!” he thundered, making her jump. She had never seen him like this, so tightly wound, so commanding. Her heart began to pound. The guys leaned forward, fascinated. She dipped her hand in again, and gingerly pulled out the contents. Adrian let out a long, low whistle. Ben snickered. Alex muttered something in Italian she didn’t catch. She began to shake, tears forming and sparkling behind her lashes.
“Ted, this is a cruel joke, I am so embarrassed that you did this!”
“Tell the guys what this is, Jill.”
“Ted, no, I…”
She looked at the three of them. They were all mouth breathing, the bastards, loving her discomfort.
“This is the strap my Dad used to…to…spank me with when I was a girl,” she managed, with some dignity.
She jumped and held the strap between upraised and widespread hands. She shook as she displayed the supple brown leather belt that had caressed her bare backside more times than she cared to recall.
“Is this over now, Ted?” she managed through clenched teeth.
“Oh, no, my dear. No, not at all! You are about to remember exactly what it felt like. You are about to learn that us quiet, academic, boring types have our limits, my dear wife and that you have breeched mine. You are about to learn that I will no longer tolerate your silent reproach of my gentle sexuality, your caustic opinion of my livelihood, nor your ridiculous advances to my friends and your co-workers. Stand up and lift your skirt!”
“Ted, that is absurd. I will do no such thing!!” she said coldly.
“Adrian. Come on… I told you three you would have to help!” Suddenly Adrian was in front of her, lifting her easily to her feet and holding her. One large hand swept the back of her skirt up to her waist.
“STOP THAT!!! DAMN YOU!” she screeched. “OWWWW!!!” she jumped as Ted’s hand cracked across the seat of her Victoria’s Secret bikinis.
“Hold your skirt up yourself, Jill!” he commanded quietly,”or Adrian will hold it up for you, and you’ll get an extra ten!”
“Oh for Christ’s sake, Ted…this is crazy. She was limp in Adrian’s hold, not wanting to appear to take this too seriously.
“HOLD IT UP! DAMN YOU!
Her hands scrabbled down to her sides and grabbed the rucked up skirt. Adrian released her and sat back down. She stood there, face burning, choosing not to see the three of them shifting and adjusting their fairly obvious conditions.
“Maybe we had better get something clear right now, Jill. If you choose not to co-operate, my friends will assist me. Ben will take your panties down, Alex will put you over the arm of the couch and hold you there. By that time, you will have earned an extra 20 on top of the 25 your Dad recom- mended. Are we clear on that, dear?”
“Ted, listen, please,” she whispered urgently. “I know I’ve been a pain in the ass, and I’m sorry. I probably shouldn’t have, um, played at flirting with these three ingrates, but I did, and I’m sorry about that too. But this…this is so childish, so juvenile. Can’t we settle this upstairs, later?” she pleaded. She looked ravishing, the cream colored silk seat of her panties trembling, her hair fall- ing out of its braid, her face flushed, her eyes sparked with tears. He was more than half tempted. But he knew he had let this go on too long, and he needed to establish his dominance right here and right now.
“Take your panties down, Jill. Right to your knees, and right now,” he commanded in his calmest voice. She groaned and looked away, unable to believe her bookish, boring husband had suddenly taken command. She shuddered, feeling an old familiar clench in her belly… something she hadn’t felt in years. She waited, the mantlepiece clock snick snicked in the silence.
“Ben?” Ted requested. Ben stood up and was reaching for the delicate waistband when Jill shouted.
“NO. No.” She saw there was no way out. “I’ll do it. I’m sorry, Ted, I really am. I won’t ever act like that again. I love you!” She looked at him again, impassioned.
He nodded. “And I love you, baby. Now pull your panties down. You know you have this coming, don’t you?”
“Yes, Ted,” she gulped, tucking her skirt up higher and sliding the wisp of silk down to her shaking knees. All three guys were on the couch now, directly in front of her. She closed her eyes as she straightened. Her shaved pussy was smooth as the creamy silk of her panties. She heard the soft gasps and quiet exclamations as they drank in the sight of her hairless mons and the delicate cleft of her pussy. Ted rescued her quickly, she silently blessed him.
“Off the couch, you three. Jill, come over here to the arm and bend over. That’s it, baby, I want your bottom nice and high. You may fold your arms on the seat and rest your head. You may wiggle and cry and kick… but you may not stand up or I will take you over my knee and handspank you until I am tired, do you understand?”
“Yes, Ted,” she sobbed, relieved to be away from the staring eyes of these men she had known almost as long as Ted had.
“Alex, you sit back down on the couch in case Jill decides to raise her head. You other two can share the big stuffed chair.” Ben and Adrian moved to the chair, turning it slightly for a better view of Jill’s magnificent ass. Ted took his place behind his trembling young wife and raised his arm head high.
“Your Dad offered to coach me, Jill, but I told him I thought I could take it from here,” he said with what she knew was a grin. She buried her face in her arms and cried. Beyond the utter humiliation of this moment, bare, upended, and in front of their friends, she knew the strap was going to paint her bottom with fire. She twitched her bottom and clenched it hard. “Relax your fanny, young lady. I don’t spank until I see a nice presentation for the strap!”
My God, where had this come from, she wondered, feeling, in spite of herself, a hot jet of excitement tear through her pussy. She relaxed and raised her bottom slightly. SMACK!!! It whistled through the air and slapped across both cheeks. She heard the guys collective gasp just as the pain message hit her brain and exploded. She shrieked, and her legs kicked up. SMACK, right across the fullest part of her double-striped ass.
“No, Ted, pleeeease!!” SMACK, SMACK!! Two quick ones, down low where it hurt most of all. “OOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!! Oh God no more, honey!!”
“Present your bottom, Jill. NOW!!!”
SMACK!!! SMACK! WHACK! SMACK!!
“AAAAHHHHAAAAAA!!!!!!” Jill was screaming and twisting, her bottom already bright red. “Yes, sir, yes, sir!!” she was babbling, lifting her bottom for the next lick. SSSSMACK!!! This one caught her thigh, and she shrieked and leaped up and away from the couch, frantically dancing her panties off, showing her rubbed-pink pussy and her red-strapped bottom to the room.
“GGGOOOODDDDDDD, NO TED, No more, please, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” she turned her tear-streaked face up to him as he stepped toward her and grabbed her arm. In one balletic move he was sitting on the coffee table and she was across his knee, her almost scarlet bottom perched high over his left thigh.
“Your Dad warned me this would happen, so you see that I was ready, young lady! he hissed. He turned to the tumescent trio and jerked his head toward the couch. “Back there!” he commanded, and the three jostled for position facing Jill’s nicely positioned ass. This was more than they had dreamed of when Ted told them he needed to straighten things out with Jill and wanted their help.
“All of you are married….. I was the last to fall but the first, I believe, to take his wife firmly in hand,” he said evenly. “I want you to know what a well-spanked ass should feel like, just in case you need to employ the same methods as the old professor, here!” He swung his knees toward the couch. The three looked at one another, stunned. “Go ahead” Ted exclaimed, “feel it!!” Jill groaned and sobbed as the three reached out tentative but eager hands and traced the plump, burning mounds of her strapped ass. She was beyond humiliation, limp over her husband’s knee. After a moment, he pulled her away and raised his hand.
“Now, young lady, you are about to find out just how much stamina your old husband really has!”
“Oh no, darling, please…. I’ve learned my lesson, really, please… please don’t spank me anymore!” she twisted and looked up at him over her shoulder, a more fetching sight he would be hard pressed to imagine. “My bottom stings so!”
“I am very glad that you can say you’re sorry, Jill. But now you have to FEEL you’re sorry!” And he brought his hand down smartly over the strap marks. Jill twisted and bucked and cried as he delivered nearly fifty handspanks to her sizzling cheeks. When he was comfortable that her at- titude had taken a sharp right turn, and she was limp and submissive beneath his hand, he stopped spanking and began rubbing.
He glanced over at the trio on the couch, who were leaning away from one another, trying discreetly to rub their straining erections.
“Out of here!” Ted commanded with a grin. “Take it home… and thanks for your help.”
“Yeah, whoa, Ted, right, later” gasped the three as they grabbed for concealing jackets and jammed the doorway. Ted turned back to his lovely little wife, still sniffling in position over his knee. His hand traced down the burning curve of her bottom and slid easily between her thighs. Jill groaned and opened her legs for him, pushing back lewdly against his inquisitive fingers. In the last several moments, the burning sting of the spanking had given way to a fire between her legs, and she wiggled and moaned across Ted’s lap, feeling his arousal as she did.
“Oh God, Ted…oh baby, please…” she moaned softly, as he expertly fingered her sweet dewy lips, teasing gently to open them and slide into the hot wet depths of her. His left arm, still circling her body, pulled her closer, and his left hand slid beneath her, cupping her silky mound and pressing in tiny circles against her erect and throbbing clit. The fingers of his right hand were busy, teasing her pussy and the curve of her bottom, sliding in and out in and out, drawing the pearly slickness out and up until his wet warm finger was drawing little circles around her most private little pucker. He waited, rubbing, circling, teasing, until her back arched and her breathing came in short, quick gasps. Then he plunged his wet finger into her tiny tight anus, and she screamed his name as she came, grinding hard against his other hand. She was shuddering and crying when he turned her over and picked her up, heading for the stairs and their bedroom.
“Jill?” he said quietly. She opened her eyes and looked at him. “I love you, baby. Don’t make me do this again. Because I will if I have to, you know that now, don’t you?” “Yes, darling. Could you shut up and kiss me?” Ted rolled his eyes and disappeared with her up the stairs.