Stranded On Christmas

by Burns, Rachel

  I moved my hand, so it was lying on her hip. I loved her beautiful body. She was honestly the most attractive person I had ever seen. It was hard to believe that she was in my bed. That she didn't want to be here next me wasn't so hard to believe. A beautiful woman like her could have married anyone.

  Now that I had a wife, I needed to earn more money. She had already listed a few things that she couldn't live without. I had no idea what conditioner was, but my wife felt she needed it. If I couldn't provide it, she would think that I was even less worthy.

  I worried that she would never take to my way of life. Why couldn't she see that I was providing her with a stress-free life? One where the demands of earning the money were no longer her worry. I was giving her what every woman truly longed for.

  I hoped that she would eventually come around.

  My goal was to get where we were yesterday. That would probably take a while to achieve.

  Chapter 6 - A New Routine

  Jessica

  The next day was filled with him giving me chores to do, which I didn't do well. I couldn't cook or wash clothes, much less magically turn milk into anything else.

  Gideon spanked me for not applying myself. He felt no one could be that dumb about running a household. He thought I was just pretending to be that stupid.

  I felt that my bottom had been uncovered more than it had been covered that day.

  Before we went to bed, he went through my suitcase, taking away my purse and all of my pants. He didn't leave me with much. The few things he left me with hardly took up any room in the closet.

  It was time for sex again. I just broke down and cried. I was still dressed and on the floor just bawling away. I was tired and my hands were dry and sore, my back ached, and I had a shooting pain in my right arm from scrubbing the floors clean.

  He knelt down next to me and explained that we weren't doing anything wrong because we were married.

  I explained that an 'I do' said under duress didn't count in my mind.

  Perhaps, that wasn't the cleverest thing I could have said.

  He left and came back with a thick belt that had hundreds of holes in it surrounded by little metal circles. If he had wanted to stop me from crying, then he was going about it all wrong.

  He wrapped his arm around my waist and lifted me up, so my upper body was over the bed.

  He belted me five times with it while I bit into the mattress.

  When he was finished, he got a nail and a hammer. I watched him in shock as he hammered the nail into the wall right by the door. With a satisfied grunt he hung the belt up on the nail. I guessed, so it would be handy to get at.

  “Get undressed and into bed.”

  I wanted to wipe that self-satisfied smirk right off his face with a sound slap.

  Instead, I did as I was told, deciding that I wasn't prepared to take any more licks for something that I could do something about. I was getting enough for the things that I just didn't know anything about.

  He also undressed, and I had a hard time adverting my eyes. My body had a mind of its own even though my mind was saying that he was a huge jerk.

  He was just too sinfully good-looking. No man should look that good. It wasn't fair.

  When he took me in his arms and held me, I relaxed, thinking about that phrase about people being good in bed, but otherwise not being good for each other. This was one of those cases.

  His hands moved over my skin, and once again I longed for him.

  Yes, that was our problem. We were only good in bed.

  Way too good.

  Gideon

  She wasn't happy with me and she didn't want me. She made sure that everyone knew it. She wasn't what I had hoped for either. I was really disappointed in her too. She wasn't like she had been in the beginning.

  I constantly had to watch her and teach her. She didn’t care to learn. When I explained things or showed her how to do something she wouldn’t look at me.

  I got a feeling that she thought that she didn't need to learn because she would be leaving soon anyway. I was even afraid to sleep at night.

  What would I do if I woke up one morning and she was gone?

  I made her follow me around, which meant that she was always there, standing right behind me with a frown on her face.

  She often made comments about her being a free person. She wanted to take off.

  How could I protect her from herself if she weren't by my side? The way we met said it all. Without me she wouldn't last long.

  She was my responsibility and I loved her. I didn't want her to leave. Still, she made me as mad as a hornet.

  I tried to punish her and show her that I wouldn't tolerant her pouting, but I had to do it so often. Again she didn't care to learn.

  Chapter 7 - Happy Anniversary

  Gideon

  “Wake up. Today is Sunday. We are going to church again.”

  “Great, our one week anniversary,” she said as she got out of bed. She was walking to the bathroom.

  “Stop, get the belt.” That was a sentence I had been saying a lot lately.

  “Why? I didn't do anything.” That woman would discuss anything, and she was never to blame for anything either, at least not in her opinion.

  “One, two, three.” I watched her run over to the belt and work it off its hook as fast as she could. I had taught her that she had to obey me right away. She was holding it out to me when I hit number nine.

  “We will round that up to an even ten. Kneel over the bed.”

  She took her pillow with a huff and laid it down like I had taught her to do then she knelt down and laid her upper body over the bed. Her hips were directly over the pillow lifting them, as well as her buttocks, in the air.

  Her bottom was a constant pink, and it would be red by the time I was finished with her.

  I waited for her to get ready. She slowly moved her hands and stretched her arms out over her head. Then she grabbed onto the comforter and held tight. She had learned a lot about taking a spanking this past week.

  Her form was really pleasing to my eye, and I had to admit that seeing her naked like this was turning me on. She was a beautiful woman. Her legs were slightly open, and I could see in between her them. I still got very comfortable there every night before I turned the lights out. I wasn't about to give that up even if we fought by day. At night we got along just fine.

  She didn't say anything about making love. I felt she needed it too. She was so tightly wound, mad and pouty all day. Sex at night seemed to help her sleep.

  I had to remind myself why I was mad at her. Her body was just so distracting.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

  I missed her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

  She took right off.

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

  I could make allowances for things like that.


  Jessica

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

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

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

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

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

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

  “Over the table now.”

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

  “I’ll make this memorable. You will never embarrass me in church again. Grab onto the edge of the table and don't let go.”

  I wrapped my finger around the edge and held on tight. He paddled hard and fast. It didn't take long, and I was stomping my foot on the floor. I was bucking wildly, but I didn't let go. I was basically standing next to the table. I tried to lie back down, but he never took a break, so I couldn't.

  He was still really going at me. He scolded me, but I couldn't understand him over my own noises. I wasn't able to take this quietly.

  I felt his hand on my shoulder. He was pushing me down. I was shaking so bad that it hurt. It felt like a seizure.

  Once he had me lying down, my body slowly started to relax even though I was sure that he would start in again.