Scenes of Domestic Discipline: Book 3

by Susan Thomas

  It really was her fault, that much they agreed afterwards. When in the lion's mouth don't provoke the lion is always a good maxim. "You won't spank me."

  He just had to, so he brought his hand down with a couple of short smacks across her bottom. "Didn't hurt," she laughed.

  "No? So harder then?"

  "Go on then, I dare you."

  So he did, first pulling the skirt clear of her rather pretty knickers and giving her about five or six crisp smacks, his hand bouncing delightfully. He heard a couple of little 'ooh' sounds but she giggled and said, "Is that the best you can do?"

  "No, that was just warming up," he replied and proceeded to deliver another dozen good hard smacks that brought several gasps and little cries while turning her bottom somewhat red.

  "OK I give in, you would and you did, and that stings."

  He wondered what sort of reaction he would get when he let her up, but she burst out laughing, rubbing her bottom ruefully and suddenly cuddled into him. When Tom and Ruth came in with the refreshments any worries they may have had about an arranged marriage disappeared as the two were cuddled together on the sofa laughing.

  Their wedding was a traditional one, by which I mean that the vicar of Tom, Ruth and Naomi's church was 'persuaded' by Naomi that she really did want the word 'obey' included in her marriage vows, even though it was terribly incorrect in this day and age. There were one or two sharp looks and heads raised at its inclusion in the service, but it was a wedding so all were terribly polite. Then they were off on their honeymoon.

  Their first night, love-making on honeymoon was in a huge solid bed, but still they managed to make it creak with their passion until her cries filled the room and he completed with a deep loud groan before collapsing. He staved off the enervating effect of his vigour long enough to roll off and pull her gently towards him. She lay half on him and half off nestling into his chest, and for a while they lay in silence until finally she said, "That was wonderful, I had no idea it would be so lovely."

  He laughed with delight until the implication hit him, "Do you mean you were a..."

  "Yes, of course, didn't I tell you? That's me, not merely an un-cool Sunday school teacher but a virgin too, so un-twenty-first century."

  "Oh my, did I hurt you?"

  Even as he asked he was cursing himself. Of course she was a virgin, she had as good as told him really when on that course. He was not and had felt guilty about his youthful behaviour. He was so busy with this thought he almost missed her reply: "Not really, a moment's discomfort but a small price to pay."

  I could go into detail about their love-making or how they spent a huge amount of time in their room making the chambermaids giggle and pass lewd comments but why do it? You can fill all that in for yourselves.

  Their marital home was the one he was already living in. It had been his grandparent's house which had been left to him as the only grandchild. It was huge with a large garden which he was gradually taming. He'd had the roof done, the plumbing, the electrics, the kitchen and the bathrooms and was gradually decorating everywhere. The loft, though, was untouched apart from having an electric light which had been installed with the re-wire. It was un-boarded and there was no loft ladder. Worse still, it was full of his grandparents' unsorted junk that they had discarded as "let's not throw it away" items for over fifty years. To get into it required standing on the very top of some stepladders and hauling oneself in, taking care once up there to tread only on joists.

  He had decided it really wasn't a priority to sort out the loft once the electrics and plumbing had been dealt with, and when Naomi arrived at their marital home he forbade her even to go up in it. He told her she could have fun sorting it all once the junk was all down.

  So when he arrived home only a week after their honeymoon to find some old items stacked neatly in the hall and boxes of what was clearly junk stacked in an empty room, he was bewildered.

  "Where did this lot come from?"

  "From the loft but it's only a tiny fraction of what's up there."

  "How did you get up there for goodness sake?"

  "Standing on the step ladder and hauling myself up. I lowered the boxes and stuff down by rope."

  It began to register with him what she had done and that he had forbidden her to go up there because it wasn't safe. "You could have fallen at any stage and been unable to call for help."

  "Well, I didn't, did I? Anyway you don't want to go decorating the hall stairs and landing before the loft is cleared, now do you?"

  As a matter of fact he had a phased plan for doing the tricky job and Naomi's dad was going to help him, but he realised that this was a challenge. She was challenging his authority to see how strong he was, and had carefully chosen a way of disobeying him that sounded quite reasonable on the face of it. If he accepted her disobedience then there would be others, all carefully calculated to test his limits. Well, he wasn't having that; besides, doing what she had done, was genuinely dangerous.

  "That is not the point now, is it?" he replied firmly, "I told you to not even go up there. If you thought you had a better plan then we could have simply discussed it; as it is you have disobeyed me. Wait there."

  The 'there' in question was the kitchen/breakfast room, and she stood there obediently with that little 'no butter would melt in her mouth' smile that he found so exciting. When he came back it was with a wooden-backed clothes brush that his grandparents had kept hanging in the hall and which he had left for the time being. It was the middle of a set of three, hanging on a special board with an arched top and small face mirror. Each brush was for a different type of material, but the middle one was a long one with a handle leading to an oval-shaped brush. The whole thing was about thirty centimetres, the oval part being about half that and five centimetres at its widest part.

  Her eyes widened at the sight of the brush. "I believe," he said carefully, "that what I am about to do is what Mrs Pendle calls 'time-honoured' but you may call it spanking if you wish."

  He pulled out a chair from under the table, turned it round, sat on it and beckoned her to come to him. She came forward, still with that little smile and a hint of mischief in her eyes. He wanted to seize her, pull her to the floor and make love to her but quelled the desire. She was wearing jeans (presumably as she had been working in the loft) and he simply undid them and eased them down over her thighs until they fell down around her ankles.

  Her knickers were a very pretty red, light lacy things, almost see-through, with a leg that looked like a tight little pair of shorts. Not the sort of thing a woman would normally wear under jeans he thought. Had she been expecting a spanking or put them on just in case? Whatever, he pulled them down, enjoying the view created by doing so.

  "Are you really going to spank me?" She didn't sound nervous.

  "Yes, and it won't be a light one." He suited his actions to his word and pulled her down over his knee. He had never actually properly spanked anyone before except for the silly spanking he had given Naomi after their arranged marriage, but he knew the theory. Smack went the back of the brush down on her left cheek but nothing had prepared him for the effect on her bottom, or on her. She gasped, one leg kicked upwards and her body gave a little jerk. Her bottom cheek reacted by first compressing and then springing back, causing a ripple across it and a clothes brush shaped red mark appeared. Even as his mind took in all of that, his arm was sending the brush back down for another crisp smack, this time across her right cheek.

  "Ow," she yelped.

  "Ow indeed, Miss Naomi, but you could have been lying at the bottom of the stepladders when I came home with a broken leg or head, or in one of the bedrooms having crashed through the ceiling, so this is a lot less painful."

  "Not so hard, Jack, please."

  He ignored that and began a steady smacking with his brush: left, right and then a slightly harder smack right across, and all the time he kept a steady scolding. He reminded her of his ban; he warned her of the dangers she had run; he po
inted out she could have said something; he was undoubtedly the stern husband, and although her bottom felt as if every smack set a fire that did not ease, she rather liked that.

  "Please, Jack, it really hurts, ease off please."

  He ignored that and continued his steady smacking until every smack made her writhe and cry out, and she felt as if she could bear no more. When her bottom was a good deep red all over she still wasn't crying, but Jack had it fixed in his head that the well-spanked wife should cry, so he sped up and made the spanks harder. Naomi began to struggle and squirm and wail.

  "Jack, no please, I can't take it. Please, Jack, stop I am sorry."

  He was concerned because the centre of each of her bottom cheeks was turning a very dark shade, and although the brush kept bouncing on them she still wasn't crying. She was certainly wailing and pleading, but was that enough? He was so inexperienced he simply wasn't sure, and then suddenly there was a total collapse. Naomi burst into loud hiccupping sobs and just lay across his lap, her legs shaking but nothing else.

  He stopped and pulled her up, and she fell against him, holding him tight and sobbing and trembling in his arms. He felt terrible. He had gone too far and spanked her too hard, but he didn't know what to say so he just stroked her hair and sometimes rubbed her back.

  Although he felt remorseful at how hard he had spanked her, he still wanted her to know that he had the authority. So in a soft voice he asked, "Do you know why I spanked you?"

  She replied in a little voice, "Because I disobeyed you."

  Suddenly, he realised it was more than that. He had been horrified that she might have been hurt clambering up into that high loft or crashing through between joists. He couldn't bear the thought of something happening to her and all of a sudden it dawned on him why. "Partly, but I was worried you could have been hurt."

  "Worried about me?"

  They looked at each other for a long while before either spoke again.

  "I love you, girl with two heads."

  "I love you, Mr Weird."

  Twelve words marked the start of their relationship so those twelve words, personal pronouns included, are a fitting end, don't you think.

  Also by Susan Thomas...

  Scenes of Domestic Discipline: Book 1

  This first volume of stories by Susan Thomas, based around the common theme of domestic discipline, features the following stories:

  Crossing the Line: A shy but attractive lady embarks on a Norwegian cruise featuring the entertainment theme of 'Crossing The Line' of the Arctic Circle, but with an exciting and unexpected twist. At thirty two years of age there were many lines in her life still needing to be crossed, but none more important than getting her first sound and thorough old-fashioned spanking. Unbeknownst to her, however, a handsome traveller from America, with a firm understanding of old-fashioned discipline, also happens to be on board.

  Looking Forward to the Morning: Tired and stressed out at work, Sally McNeill decides to take a break and catches the ferry over to France to spend some time in a gite she has rented. Following a rude outburst on the ferry, an unknown gentleman threatens her with a spanking. And when, by coincidence, she later runs into the very same man on her bicycle, it looks like the threat may become a reality.

  Conversation: Out for a walk on the moors, Jacob asks Sarah to marry him. Sarah hesitates at first, and when questioned, confesses that she is scared of being spanked by him, having seen how severe Jacob's father is with his family. Jacob assures her he is not like his father, and when Sarah confesses to having broken curfew some years ago, she agrees to let him spank her.

  A Day at the Beach: A young teacher tells of her first adult spanking when, during a day out at the beach with her bossy, opinionated boyfriend, she throws a bucket of water over him!

  Good Girls: Although never having experienced corporal punishment while growing up, three eighteen-year-old 'good girls' decide to take a holiday in Greece, followed by a year during voluntary work for the church in Africa, before going on to University. In Greece, when a party gets out of hand, disturbing the local farmer and his wife, all three girls end up getting punished with a switch. The narrator later describes the caning and strapping that she receives at the hands of the headmaster and a senior female teacher at the African orphanage where she is volunteering. Later, now enrolled at university, she finds herself participating in the Castigat Project, a self-improvement plan involving corporal punishment, and it doesn't take long before she finds herself subject to a bare bottom spanking, administered by her tutor and his wife.

  Scenes of Domestic Discipline: Book 2

  This second volume of stories by Susan Thomas, based around the common theme of domestic discipline, features the following stories:

  Discipline for Alison: Arriving home from school, Alison realises that her policeman father will not be happy at her rudeness to the headmistress who, in her view, had bullied younger girls. He overrides her objections and delivers a severe strapping, followed later that evening with a traditional reinforcement spanking, after which she is forced to spend time in the corner like a child. Some days later, her mother seems intent on disrupting family relations by detailing events to her grandparents. Roused to respond in a temper, the 23-year-old once more brings down her father's wrath and suffers the consequences.

  Honeymoon: Spanked by her father as a child, Kathy knows she wants to marry a man who will be the head of the household, and spank her when necessary. She meets the ideal man and they marry. On honeymoon, in a hotel where domestic discipline is practised, she receives her first spanking from her new husband, followed a few days later by a true disciplinary spanking with public corner time. She knows, though, that she made the right choice of husband.

  Always Friends: Kate, who is visiting her friend, Amy, overhears her being spanked and caned by her husband, Peter, and then making love soon afterwards. But as children, Kate and Amy shared everything, and Kate feels that she too should be disciplined by Peter, but it appears that's not all she will share...

  When in Rome: When Joy's dad marries a much younger American woman, her family emigrate to the USA. Although over 18, Joy still attends school, and willingly agrees to be paddled if she breaches the rules. What she doesn't realise, however, is that the local customs dictate 'paddled at school, paddled at home'. Her dad doesn't agree to this, but when Joy gets an unanticipated paddling at school, neighbour Mr Groves is only too happy to assist.

  Thank You: As a means of improving her time management, Sue agrees that she will be spanked by Ken if she fails to meet 95% of her appointments and deadlines on time. When she later comes up short of the mark, she finds herself bare-bottomed over Ken's lap and being disciplined by hand, hairbrush and his leather belt.

  The Reluctant Bride

  Ellen's grandfather wants her to marry wealthy businessman, Hector Monroe - but Ellen does not share his enthusiasm. She values her independence, and besides, her priority is to trace her brother Andrew, who left home six years previously following a disagreement with their grandfather.

  Enthused by her quest, Ellen sets out to find Andrew and soon hires the trustworthy Edward (Ted) Kent to assist her. Although Ted admires many of Ellen's capable qualities and becomes increasingly captivated by the pretty 18-year-old, he also finds her difficult and opinionated and the two of them soon clash. A battle of wills ensues, and Ellen earns herself a well deserved spanking from Ted when she ignores his advice and puts herself at risk. As their relationship develops, more bare bottomed spankings ensue, and Ellen becomes increasingly attracted to this dominant man who disciplines and cares for her. They share many exciting adventures and Ellen gets to demonstrate how capable she is handling a gun. But when Ted proposes marriage, she wavers ... for being married would mean giving up what she fiercely clings to - her independence.

  Set in America towards the end of the 19th century, this 'clean' romance focuses on the domestic discipline relationship between the spirited Ellen and the man in her life, Ted
Kent.

  A Change of Regime

  It is some time in the future, and with a change of UK government comes a series of radical new measures which brings corporal punishment back in vogue. This includes the legalising of spanking in the home as well as a partial restoration of corporal punishment in schools and for certain offences within criminal law. Aspects of the new regime are described in the following six stories...

  In Punishment, 18-year-old Amy's father, who had previously voted for the new disciplinary reforms, has second thoughts when his daughter is sentenced to be strapped at one of the Ministry of Justice's 'therapy' centres.

  The Nice Headmaster details how student teacher, Olivia, is subjected to a lengthy paddling by her headmaster, a monthly procedure instituted by the Department of Education under the new regime.

  In The Students of the Nice Headmaster, Olivia and two of her colleagues spend the holidays at one of their parent's homes. One evening, after a few drinks, they are distracted by a group of boys and return home at 3am. The next morning they pay the price and are each subjected to a bare bottom strapping.

  False Identity sees the introduction of further disciplinary measures, including a curfew. Sixteen-year-old Marion gets caught out after curfew and being over the legal drink limit, but uses the ID card of her elder sister, Estelle, when confronted by the police. As a result, Estelle is forced to endure a triple punishment administered by strap, cane and birch, on her sister's behalf.