Ray was a good man, a great father, and he loved his boys. His dark hair and beard had a few more silver strands than when she first married him, and his eyes a few more smile lines, but they only served to make her man even more handsome in her eyes. Holding her husband’s strong hand in hers Jessica gave a happy sigh.
Ray turned to her a twinkle in his eye. “What was that sigh all about, honey?”
Looking up at her man, she said, “Nothing. Just happy.”
Reaching out and running his fingers over the black leather Cat woman like outfit on the mannequin, he asked her, “Hey, didn’t you used to wear this kind of stuff?”
She had worn ‘that kind of stuff’ and more. Some of the outfits had been more edgy than just a black leather one-piece full body suit. Jessica pictured herself wearing the Cat woman outfit, wielding various implements and bossing Ray around the bedroom. Laughing at the thought, she said, “That was a long time ago. But I could probably pull some things out of the back of my closet and whip you into shape if I ever wanted to. Oh, the things I could make you do…”
Ray froze.
Uh-oh. Jessica’s sentence trailed off. Sneaking a glance at Ray out of the corner of her eye, she saw the little muscle in his jaw clench. She had taken her joke too far for her dominant man.
Turning to her, he narrowed his eyes. His tone severe, he demanded, “Is that so, little girl? I’d like to see you try.” Giving her hand a tug, he pulled her body against his. Reaching around her waist with his other hand his fingers grasped her bottom. With a hard squeeze he had her up onto her tippy-toes.
Leaning down, he whispered into her ear, “I should take you out to the car and whip your behind just for suggesting such a thing.” Flutters ran through Jessica’s tummy as her husband tightened his hold on her rear. “Do we need to visit the car, Miss Jessica?”
“No, Daddy,” she breathed.
“Then behave yourself.” Giving a long, hard stare Ray released his grip on her bottom. With a firm squeeze of her hand he tugged her around the store resuming his casual browsing.
Her cheeks flushed with desire—there was nothing in this world she found hotter than when her husband’s dominant nature showed itself. Jessica cast her eyes down trying to follow her husband’s advice and behave herself. She filed away the little joke she had made about the cat woman suit just in case she ever wanted to earn herself a thorough spanking.
“Now, this is interesting,” Ray said, holding the edge of a long pink nightgown. Jessica focused her eyes on the garment that had caught her husband’s attention. Across the front in red letters were the words, ‘Daddy’s girl’. On a hanger next to the gown were white panties boasting the pink words, ‘Spank me’.
Her face was now on fire as her husband grabbed a pair of the panties.
“No.”
His eyes cut to her, giving her ‘the look’.
“I mean, it’s too much.”
“Not for a woman who’s been as naughty as you. Trying to boss your husband around, stressing out, yelling over socks—and suggesting for even a second, that you could whip me into shape.”
She knew the words he wanted to hear. She looked over the pair of panties her husband held. She couldn’t bring herself to say the ‘yes sir’ or ‘yes daddy’ that he required. She couldn’t say—anything.
Ray’s jaw set in a hard line. “Go wait in the car for me, young lady. I will finish my shopping. Then I am taking you home to paddle your behind. Am I clear?”
The words came, but it was too late. “Yes, Daddy.”
Lifting his hand, he pointed his finger in the direction of the car. “Go.”
Turning, Jessica went, receiving a loud smack on her behind as she did.
Ignoring the curious gaze of the saleswoman, Jessica walked straight out the door the tinkling bell announcing her departure.
With a sigh she sat down in the passenger seat of the car. She could just make out Ray through the store windows walking, slowly touching this and that. Sitting back in the seat Jessica felt her tummy do flip flops. Wondering her fate when her daddy got her home, she gulped nervously. Squirming in her seat she imagined what it felt like to be paddled by a man that was six-foot-four with the muscles of a body builder.
When Ray seemed satisfied with his purchases he walked to the counter. Jessica watched anxiously as Ray appeared to be talking amicably with the sales woman as she rung up the purchases. Her face burned, knowing the young sales clerk had not only seen her receive a warning swat to her rear, but now was placing what Jessica assumed to be various spanking implements in a bag—just for her. Jessica sat forward craning her neck over the dash trying to catch a glimpse of what her husband was buying. She couldn’t quite see past the displays in the front store window.
“Damn,” she whispered, allowing herself one little cuss word. Figuring her butt was going to be on fire soon anyway, she might as well say what she wanted. Murmuring quietly, Jessica let out a long satisfying string of her favorite dirty words.
Finally, her husband appeared with a large, hot pink, black handled shopping bag that had the name of the store, ‘Naughty’, across the front in huge letters. He gave her a wink as he walked around to the rear of the car putting the bag into the trunk. Taking his place in the driver’s seat he gave Jessica a hungry look, his hand squeezing her upper thigh, hard.
“Ready?” he asked.
“Ready as I’ll ever be,” she answered honestly as shivers ran through her taunt body.
Jessica laid over the edge of the bed, wearing nothing but a humiliating pair of panties that proclaimed, ‘It ain’t gonna spank itself’.
Hearing his footsteps behind her she looked over her shoulder. There was a soft thud of an object landing beside her on the bed. As she looked to what had made the sound, her eyes popped wide open. Jessica gave a gulp. Resting on the floral comforter was the black leather paddle. It was the one her husband had hand selected. The one he had promised to purchase to keep her in line during the busy season of spring.
“We are going to have ourselves a little spanking therapy, Miss Jessica. You need to learn how to handle your stress and I am going to teach you by warming up that beautiful bottom of yours.”
She trembled as Ray softly ran his hand over her panties. He let out a deep chuckle as he said, “It’s not gonna spank itself, is it? Though if you keep up this naughty behavior, I might just sit back and watch while I make you spank yourself. Might be a good warm up if you keep getting too big for your britches with me.”
Jessica let out a groan. She couldn’t think of anything more humiliating. He wouldn’t dare. Would he?
Snapping the waistband with his finger, he said, “These are your stress relief panties from now on. When you need a stress relieving spanking, you can just put these babies on and I’ll take care of the rest.”
Truly hating the mouthy panties, Jessica grumbled, “I highly doubt that will ever happen.”
Pulling on the back of her neck and leaning down next to her ear, Ray whispered, “You had best do as I say, Miss Jessica. Because if you don’t ask for it, it will be twice as hard when you get it.”
Giving a shudder, Jessica remained quiet.
“Now, I think I would like to start out this session with my hand. A little attitude adjustment.” Jessica tried not to squirm with pleasure as Ray’s hand softly made circles on her rear end. The circles changed over to soft little pats as he began his lecture.
“You have been an ornery little thing, running around here, cussing and bossing, haven’t you, young lady?”
“Yes, sir.” The pats transformed to harder slaps, the sound echoing through the room. Jessica’s skin started to tingle where her husband’s wide palm landed.
“Who is the boss in this house, Miss Jessica?”
“Daddy is,” she whispered.
A hard smack landed on the seat of her panties, causing her to lose her breath.
“Who is the boss?”
“Daddy is,” she said louder.
Two even harder spanks came down, right on the tender place where her bottom met the tops of her thighs. Then a sharp slap of his hand to punctuate each word as he spoke.
“Who. Is. In. Charge?”
“Daddy is!” she cried as the stinging spanks burned her bottom.
“That’s right, little girl, and you’d best learn that quickly. Or you won’t be sitting down again anytime soon.”
Jessica cringed as Ray tugged at the waistband of her panties. Bunching them up just below her cheeks, he came around to the side of the bed where he had tossed the paddle beside her.
Watching wide eyed from her position laying over the edge of the bed, she gulped. One by one, Ray was stacking their king-sized pillows, creating a high hill in the center of the bed. When he was satisfied with his handiwork, Ray said, “Crawl up here on your knees so your tummy is settled over these pillows and your bottom is up in the air. Then I can give you the proper paddling that you so desperately need.”
Her face felt hot as she crawled onto the bed, the elastic waist of the panties constricting her movement. Positioning herself over the pillows on her knees she left her bare bottom sitting exposed like a target for her man.
“Good girl,” Ray murmured, sounding as if he was appreciating the view. Running his hand over the tender skin he had just warmed by his firm hand, he asked, “Comfy?”
“I guess,” she answered. “But not for long, I assume.”
Ray laughed. “You know what they say about assumptions—they get your bottom spanked.”
She gulped as she felt the paddle being lifted from the bed. Silently, it came down through the air, landing on the center of her bare bottom with a loud thwack. The feeling from the contact of the leather was a stinging, burning sensation that melted her core. Hovering somewhere amazing between pleasure and pain, Jessica moaned as she sensed Ray lifting the paddle again.
Ray murmured, “I think I’ve just found myself a new hobby. And a new favorite place to shop.”
With that statement, the paddle came down harder this time. The sting was stronger, and he left the paddle sitting in the place it had landed for a moment, letting the feeling fully sink in. Again, he brought the paddle down on the center of her bottom. The pleasure was turning to pain. Jessica knew she was now being punished and that her daddy was going to do a thorough job with his new toy—ensuring that her attitude adjustment would last the rest of the day.
Her big husband brought that black leather paddle down faster and harder each time, covering every inch of her sensitive skin. With her bottom absolutely on fire, Jessica mentally kicked herself for her mouthy attitude.
Then the paddling stopped. Ray ran his hand over her hot, stinging flesh, his touch warming her in other places. She thanked her lucky stars he was done—but too soon. His fingers hooked into her panties, pulling them further down her thighs. Now concentrating on the place her bottom met the tops of her thighs, Ray brought the paddle down on the right side. She gasped as he paused, letting the full sting of the blow settle in. Then he brought the implement down in the same spot on the left side, giving the same pause.
The punishment of her sit spots continued in this way, with him stopping after each loud spank before he would pull the paddle up through the air and bring it down again with a mighty smack. The paddling was thorough and by the end, Jessica was quivering and sobbing over her mound of pillows.
When Ray scooped up her bare body, her punished bottom resting on his lap, she melted into a puddle on his chest, sobbing and letting the stress and worry of the past month disappear with every tear that rolled down her cheek.
“That’s my good girl,” he murmured, holding her and stroking her back. “You needed that, didn’t you, honey?”
Nodding and sniffling, Jessica felt a smile cross her lips as she burrowed down further in her daddy’s strong arms. Laying over the bed wearing nothing but the embarrassing panties he had chosen for her put her in a submissive mindset. The feel of his hand warming her bottom had made her feel desire for him. Having to present herself over the pillows had been humiliating and the paddling painful. But the session was exactly what she needed. Starting the day feeling cranky and out of sorts, she now felt peaceful and content, thanks to her husband knowing her so well.
With her bottom still burning and her arms around her man, she was sure she would be Daddy’s very, very good girl for a long time to come. Or at least, hopefully, make it through the rest of the day without getting herself into more trouble.
Chapter 2
The last month of Buttercup’s life had been the happiest she’d had in a decade. Coming back to the town of Poke was the best decision she had ever made. The last few days she had even ceased being so jumpy, stopped looking over her shoulder at every turn. Her heart no longer beat against her ribs at the sound of car tires crunching on the gravel drive. It was never the angry man that she expected to come, yank on her arm and pull her back into the hell that was their relationship.
She felt welcome—surrounded by loving family when she had shown up unexpectedly to the sprawling ranch house. The three boys had taken to her and she enjoyed helping with the cooking and childcare. Jessica never stopped thanking her, telling Buttercup she had shown up just in the nick of time and that she was at her wits end that spring.
Ray had added a second, small master bedroom on the back of the house when he first built. He always wanted a place for her, should Buttercup ever want to come to stay. She not only had her own bedroom and bathroom, but all her monetary needs were taken care of. Happy to help the family without expecting anything in return, Buttercup was constantly finding money attached to thank you notes that Ray or Jessica had hidden in her coat pockets.
Ray and Jessica had gotten chicks that spring thinking the boys would enjoy caring for them. The boys neglected the poor birds and Buttercup had shown up just in time to take over their care. Feeding and watering them daily, as well as gathering the eggs, it was one of her favorite chores.
The past few days she had taken to checking on the flock more frequently than usual. Though she was too shy to admit it to herself, there was something other than the funny, gentle birds that now drew her out into the yard daily.
Ray had hired a young man to build a standalone three car garage on the property.
The builder was tall, tanned and muscular. The young man’s countenance was so different from the permanent scowl that had rested on Tom’s face. What drew her out to the yard to see him was his smile. It was warm and genuine. When he flashed it to her, it felt like the sun was shining right over Buttercup.
Stepping into the warm Texas spring day, Buttercup felt her stomach drop. Instead of working on the siding as he had been doing earlier this week, the builder was kneeling on the steep roof, laying shingles. The man perched on the roof looked as if he was more comfortable hovering in the air than with his feet on the ground. The beat of her panicked heart felt as if it would burst from her ribcage— just from looking at him.
Her lifelong irrational fear of heights went beyond her own safety and wellbeing. It extended to seeing anyone at a dangerous height. Buttercup took in deep, calming breaths. She looked away trying to get the image of the man on the roof out of her mind.
Deciding to go back to the house and come back later when the man was off the roof, Buttercup turned her back to the garage.
“Hey, don’t go. I haven’t had a chance to introduce myself.”
She stopped her retreat, looking over her shoulder. Though they had exchanged smiles with one another daily, they had never actually spoken. Not wanting to embarrass herself, Buttercup willed her body to turn back towards the roof. The man was now standing on its peak, his feet shoulder width apart, arms crossed over his chest.
Trying not to make a fool of herself, Buttercup forced herself to make eye contact with him. The broad, white smile spread across his handsome face. Brown curls came down past his ears. His skin was tanned from working in the sun. He wore a red flannel
work shirt tucked into faded jeans, held up by a worn, tan leather belt. Standing confident, legs spread shoulder width apart, hands now on his hips, his smile shone down on her. Trying to hold herself together she willed her eyes to stay focused on the man.
Breathing and counting to three, Buttercup felt she was ready to speak. “I’m Buttercup. Ray’s sister,” she said.
Smile widening, the man began to jog, taking big jumping strides across the roof.
Feeling faint, her world started to spin. Buttercup looked at the ground. She tried closing her eyes. But all she could see was the man flying across the high roof in her mind’s eye. Her imagination was overtaken by her fears and she pictured the man falling, down, down, down to the ground. Trying to get a hold of herself, she replaced the image with her favorite chicken. The black Ayam Cemani that Harry had named Batman.
It was too late.
The nausea roiled through her abdomen. Her stomach gave a great lurch. Bending over, Buttercup watched as the entire contents of her stomach flew out onto the sweet Texas grass. Wiping her mouth with the back of her sleeve, Buttercup put her hands on her knees, taking more deep breaths. “Oh my goodness,” she murmured, humiliated.
“Wow, are you okay?” The man was now safely on the ground and by her side.
Buttercup groaned. Tears stung her eyes from the taste of sickness and embarrassment. “How do you do that?” she gasped, keeping her eyes focused on the ground.
“Do what?” the stranger asked.
“Walk on the roof like—” Again she saw the moon bounce like jumps in her mind. To her utter dismay, Buttercup was sick for a second time.
“Whoa, that’s a lot of food. Well, what used to be food, I guess.”
“Ray… feeds me. I didn’t want to hurt his feelings, so I ate. But I never eat that much, and then there you were—” She feebly waved towards the garage.
He hurriedly placed a hand on her back. “Let’s not bring the roof up again. I take it you have a tough time with heights.”
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