by Joannie Kay
A Wifely Duty
Joannie Kay
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A Wifely Duty
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Chapter One
New York
July 1900
Charles Foster took his watch from his pocket and made a show of checking the time as his young bride entered the dining room, every hair in place, and looking as lovely as she always did. Just looking upon her usually filled him with a sense of satisfaction and pleasure, but this morning he was a very unhappy husband, and he intended to fully impress that fact upon his wife.
The maid promptly poured coffee for her mistress, and Charles waited until she'd taken a few delicate sips before asking, "Did you sleep well, Glenna?"
"Yes, Charles. Very well, in fact." Her green eyes were cool, and while she might be speaking in a polite tone of voice, he could see that she was still very put out with him.
"I see. Your indisposal from last evening is all but cured this morn?" he inquired.
"Yes, Charles. I am more than ready to spend the day with Hermione shopping. I do not suppose you have reconsidered permitting me to purchase that lovely yellow hat in Gloria's Millinery...?" Her green eyes let him know that she considered the purchase all but a foregone conclusion. She'd banned him from her bed last night because of his 'pinch-penny' ways, and of course, he'd suffered mightily.
Charles smiled, "No, my dear wife, I have not reconsidered letting you purchase a hat you have no need of." The green eyes filled with fire. "What I have considered is a lesson in wifely duty."
"Whatever do you mean, Charles?" the twenty year old woman looked at her husband in confusion.
"Mary," Charles addressed the maid as she placed a plate of hot food in front of Glenna, "you may have the day off, with pay, of course," he smiled when the woman looked at him in distress. He knew she was supporting her elderly mother, and two younger sisters on her pay. Mrs. Foster is in need of a lesson in wifely duty, and I feel she will be more attentive if we have the house to ourselves today. Please help yourself to five dollars from the grocery allowance, and use it to enjoy your day."
Mary smiled in pleasure. "Thank you, sir! Do you want me to clean up before I leave?" she asked.
"No, I'm sure that my wife can attend the matter this one time."
"Charles!" Glenna protested.
Charles merely winked at Mary, and nodded for her to go. Once he was certain he and Glenna were alone, he said seriously, "You denied me your bed last night, wife, because I would not buy you a new hat you do not need. It is easy for me to see why your poor father appears so harried all the time if this is the trick your mother employs to gain her frivolous spending."
"Mother says it is a woman's duty to look her best at all times!" Glenna defended her parent.
"It is a wife's duty to obey her husband, and share his bed," Charles stated bluntly.
"I will not attend your bed when you act so beastly toward me, Charles," Glenna declared.
"Beastly?" he repeated in amusement. "Have I beaten you? Starved you? Mistreated you in any way?" he demanded.
"You embarrassed me in front of Phyllis, Charles!" Glenna accused.
"Nonsense. I spotted my lovely wife entering an establishment, and decided to see if she and her friend would care to join me for lunch. I was being considerate, and hoped you would be pleased to spend some time with me."
"You forbade me to purchase a hat I simply fell in love with, and canceled my credit within the store! That was wrongly done of you, sir!"
"And you threw a tantrum in public, worthy of a five year old!"
"I was embarrassed, and you treated me like a child without a mind!"
"So you punished me by having a headache last night and refusing me your attentions?" he asked in a soft, dangerous voice.
Glenna's chin turned up, "You will not share my bed until I am permitted to shop as I please, Charles! I am your wife, and I am entitled."
"You are my wife, but Glenna, you will not be free to spend money as you will without any limits put upon you. I will not make the same mistakes your father made with your mother, and subsequently with you."
"Perhaps I should move home until you come to your senses?" Glenna rose to her feet. "Mother would not expect me to live under these conditions."
"Your Mother is in dire need of a serious discipline session, but your Father is too weak-willed to see to the matter. I, however, intend to run my household in an entirely different matter. You are to be punished today, Glenna."
"What? How dare you? I am not a child!" she declared, her pretty cheeks turning a bright red. "Besides, I have plans with Hermione..."
"I sent a note round earlier canceling your plans. You will spend the next week within this house, Glenna, as punishment for throwing a tantrum in public, and you will spend the week learning to be a proper wife."
"You are mad, Charles! I will do so such thing!" She started for the door, only to find it blocked by her very large husband. "Let me pass!" she hissed angrily.
"I will do no such thing. You will sit at the table, finish your breakfast, and then you will tidy the kitchen. After that, we will start your punishment and instruction in wifely duty."
"No, Charles! I will not! I am not a maid, nor am I yours to instruct," she defied him.
"Very well, we will do this the hard way," Charles didn't appear the least bit upset at the idea. He took her arm, propelled her back to her chair, but instead of seating her, he sat down and pulled her over his knee.
"No! You cannot! This is NOT done, Charles!" The position over his knee was self-explanatory, and one that Glenna had rarely found herself in, even as a small child! This was simply NOT happening!
"It is done in this house," Charles said firmly, then brought his hand down on the rounded part of her skirts. He doubted she could feel much of anything, but it would be a long day, and there was plenty of time to teach her the lesson she had coming. He continued to spank her, grinning at her theatrics. Glenna was screeching loud enough to wake the neighbors! "Stop fussing, Glenna. You can't feel a thing through these layers you have on. Are you ready to behave like an adult and eat your breakfast, or do I need to toss up your skirts and do this properly?" he demanded.
"I will eat!" she immediately complied.
He stood and sat her on the chair with a thump. She winced and cried out, but she stayed seated, a pout on her pretty face. "You have ten minutes to clean your plate and drink your coffee, little girl. Then you will clear the table, do the dishes, and I will check to make sure it is d
one properly. Defying me will be dealt with sharply. Do you understand? Or is another lesson necessary at this point?"
"I understand!" she spat the words at him.
"Very well. Eat and use the time to calm your temper. You are being punished today, m'dear, and speaking in that tone of voice will only earn your bottom more misery."
Glenna ate, just so she could escape the table and his dark eyes. Charles had been so indulgent up to now... but he had warned her a time or two during their engagement that she was lucky she was her father's responsibility and not his. She'd giggled at the time, thinking he was teasing... Now she wasn't so sure.
Doing dishes was a task that was reserved for punishment when she was a child. When she pinned up her hair and went to long skirts, her mother did not want her hands roughened by the harsh soap. Glenna vowed she would use extra cream on her hands after the task was completed. She carried their dirty dishes to the kitchen, and was shocked to find so many dirty dishes in the sink waiting for attention. Surely it was not necessary to dirty so many pots and pans to fix one simple meal? Glenna looked about in dismay, then stomped her foot. She was not going to do menial work. She simply would not! She was going right out the back door! She slipped up the steps to get a hat... no lady was ever seen in public without her hat and gloves, and came down the same way. To her dismay, Charles was standing in front of the back door, his arms folded over his chest, and in one hand he was holding a thick wooden spoon.
"I warned you about defiance, Glenna, and I am a man of my word." When she turned to flee back up the steps, he caught her arm, and pulled her down and over to the heavy wooden table in the center of the kitchen. He bent her over, and her skirts were shoved up to reveal her drawers. The wooden spoon landed on her bottom with a splat, and Glenna screamed, furious that he would dare do such a thing to her. "If you could see how ridiculous you look right now, wearing gloves and a hat, skirts up to your waist, getting spanked like a naughty brat." Charles spanked her soundly, not stopping until Glenna was sobbing and begging for mercy. "Do you think you can do the dishes now?"
"Yes..."
"Yes, sir," he corrected, smacking the spoon on her rounded bottom again.
"Yes, sir!" she yelped. "Please stop, Charles! I am so sore!"
"Do the dishes."
Glenna removed her gloves, but Charles insisted she leave her hat on her head. She felt so foolish, and it seemed to take forever to clean the kitchen. She had to sweep the floor, too, and when the room was cleaned to her husband's satisfaction he said, "Now we will go upstairs, and begin teaching you about wifely duty."
"What do you mean to do to me, Charles?"
"I mean to see that you are properly educated in how to please your husband, Glenna. There will be no more fumbling in the dark with bedclothes; there will be no more turning your head and thinking of other things while I'm inside you. In short, Mrs. Foster, you are going to learn to give me pleasure in bed."
Glenna's face turned scarlet. "You can't be serious. Nice women do not enjoy that, and they do not behave like fallen women!"
"You would be surprised, Glenna, at what nice women will do."
"My mother..."
"Your mother needs to be taken to the woodshed and thoroughly strapped," Charles said firmly. "She has failed in her duty to you, and now it is up to me to disabuse you of such false misconceptions."
Glenna gasped as he gently pushed her inside her bedroom. "From this point on, Mrs. Foster, we will be sharing one bed. You promised to love, honor, and obey... and that includes doing a whole lot more than lying on your back like a cold, stiff statue, and telling me to 'hurry up'."
"You are being so hateful, Charles!" she whispered.
"I am doing what I should have done three months ago when we first married. I hoped you would warm up to the physical side of our marriage bed, but since you haven't, and since you seem to think you can withhold sexual favors as a punishment in order to get your way, it is only fair that I turn the tables on you and punish you in a way you will long remember, and will set the tone for the rest of our life together."
"Fist and foremost," he continued, "you will never claim to be ill unless you truly are. Doing so will earn you confinement to this room for a week, and a complete purging of your body."
"What...? I don't understand..."
"You will before this day is over," he smiled.
"Charles, what has come over you?" she asked in a small voice. "You are frightening me!"
"I don't wish you to be frightened, Glenna," he said gently. "I will never do anything to harm you, but nor will I put up with the type of marriage your parents have. You are a sweet young woman, and I wish to be proud of you. Occasionally you are going to do something that will displease me, and if it is something that puts your health or safety at risk, or is disrespectful or harmful to the peace and harmony of this house, then you will be punished. That is where we are today. You tried to manipulate me, my dear, by using your body and our bed as a weapon. It is time you learn that will not work. Your frivolous spending will not be permitted. You will be given an allowance, and once it is spent, you will wait until the next month to purchase anything else. If it is an emergency, or there is a true need, then you may come to me and explain. I am not an unreasonable man, but a woman who has as many hats as you do could not possibly need another for some time to come. I make a good living, Glenna, but I will not have it squandered."
"Very well, Charles. We have had our discussion, and I will try to do better since you feel so strongly."
"I'm most pleased to hear that, Glenna," he smiled. "You may remove your hat now, my dear."
"But, if the matter is settled, may I please meet with Hermione after all?" she asked, her green eyes beguiling.
"You are mistaken if you think the matter settled, wife. Today you will be punished, and learn a valuable lesson in the process."
"You have already punished me! You spanked me twice, and once with that horrid spoon! And I was made to do a maid's work!" she pouted.
"A mere sample of what is to come." He stepped forward and removed her hat from her lovely red hair. "I would have you remove your clothing, Glenna. We have been married a full three months now and I have yet to see my wife as God made her."
"You cannot be serious! You want me to undress in front of you?" she whispered, thoroughly scandalized.
"Yes."
"It's morning!" she continued to whisper, her green eyes wide.
"Yes, and I will have the sight of your lovely body to enjoy this entire day." He waited expectantly, but just as he thought she would, Glenna refused. She had been raised by her Mother to think there was something shameful about her body and the act of love between a man and a woman. Charles was going to have his work cut out for him on this day, but he was determined to have a pliant, willing, and eager wife in his bed from this day forward, and he was going to take steps right now to make that happen. Glenna might be upset right now, but eventually she would thank him.
"Glenna, I am asking you very nicely to undress yourself completely. I would see my wife stand before me without any clothing to hide her from my eyes. The choice is yours whether we do this the easy way, or if I have to take a hairbrush to your bottom to teach you to comply with your husband's wishes. I will be obeyed."
Glenna shook her head 'no'. She didn't want to undress, and she didn't want another spanking. "Please, can we not wait until tonight, husband? I will welcome you to my bed," she promised.
"You will welcome me to your bed tonight, I am sure," he agreed with a sigh, then added, "But now you will have a lesson in obedience." He picked up her hairbrush and approached her, his intention more than obvious to the young woman. He almost felt sorry for her, but hardened himself to do what must be done. Glenna was his wife, and he would not continue the marriage in the same manner as before.
Glenna tried to run, but there was no where to go. She found herself face down over the bed, and her skirts pushed up again. The hairbrush fell on her t
ender bottom, while she kicked her legs and screamed at him to stop.
"Are you ready to remove your clothing?" he continued to bring the brush down on her rounded bottom.
"No! It's not proper!" she wailed.
"Suit yourself." He continued to spank, aiming for her thighs, and it didn't take long to reduce her to sobbing, and tearful promises to do what he asked. "I'll give you a couple minutes to compose yourself, Glenna, but I want to find you completely undressed when I return. If you are not, I will undress you myself, and spank you soundly for the next hour." He got up and walked from the room. If he was spending the day at home, he wanted to make sure his employees knew that, and that he was not to be disturbed unless it was a serious emergency that could not wait until tomorrow. He went downstairs, and sent the message, then took the time to secure the doors. Glenna's mother never knocked, and the last thing he wanted or needed today was the woman's interference. He held her largely responsible for Glenna's attitudes.
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Glenna was sure she would die of mortification as she removed her dress and hung it up. No one had seen her completely undressed in more years than she could remember, and the fact that her husband was insisting upon looking at her was more shame than she could possibly bear. She did not, however, want another spanking, and she had no doubt that he would do precisely as he threatened. She was already tender back there, and more spanking was unthinkable. Once her clothes were all neatly put away, she frantically looked about the room for some place to hide. Why was Charles being such a beast to her? she asked herself, trying not to tremble as she listened for his step in the hallway.
Chapter Two
Charles removed his jacket and tie, and rolled up his shirt sleeves. He was at home for the day, and there was no need to be so formal, especially for what he had planned. He went to the water closet, and set up the items he would be needing. Little Glenna was in for a very difficult and trying day.