Spanking Romance Stories - Punished Wives Collection (3 page)

“
We didn’t have anyone to follow around,” Candy said, “and we wouldn’t have anyway.” Joseph bit his lip and didn’t reply.

“
Joseph, you know I love Pete, but Sheila just drives me crazy,” Bonnie told him.

“
I don’t see why you don’t like Sheila,” Joseph said, “she seems nice enough to me.”

“
She’s
too
nice. That’s just it. She’s
perfect
. She makes me sick. No one could really be that perfect. She’s just trying to make everyone else look bad.”

“
She seems genuinely nice to me, Bonnie. I think it’s all in your head.”

Bonnie stared out the window and didn’t answer. Well that was fine. He’d rather have her silent anyway than spouting her nonsense.

When Joseph and his family arrived at Pete’s house, they all put on a smile. It made him sick at his stomach. None of it was real. Their home life was miserable.

Pete’s family met them at the door. Sheila’s smile seemed genuine as she welcomed him and hugged Bonnie and the kids. She looked as a woman ought to look. Her long hair was neatly put up in a thing on the back of her head. She wore a pretty feminine dress. None of that women’s liberation junk here. Pete’s daughter looked as a girl ought. Pete’s house, though smaller than his own, was neat and clean and smelled of something delicious that was baking in the oven. His little brother had done okay for himself. His stomach soured with envy.

Dinner that evening with his parents was relaxed. Joseph watched his parents closely for some clue as to how they’d kept their love alive for so many years. They had not only love, but passion as well. His mother still blushed like a young girl when his dad teased her. She still flirted with him as if they were teenagers.

When they arrived back at Pete’s house Joseph sighed in relief. One night down without Bonnie or the girls saying or doing something to embarrass him. Just one to go.

The next day was smooth as well, though he winced when he overheard the tone his daughters used to address their little cousin. It was a wonder the little girl wanted to be near them at all. His little brother didn’t mention it, however, and Joseph was too embarrassed to bring it to his attention by apologizing.

“
Bonnie, why don’t you help Sheila clean up in here a bit,” Joseph suggested when they were alone in the living room together. “She’s worked the whole time we’ve been here. I feel bad putting her out this way.”

“
You help her if you’re so concerned,” she snapped. “All I hear is Sheila, Sheila, Sheila. Sheila does this. Sheila does that. Sheila is perfect. Why can’t you be like Sheila? I’m
sick
of it. Do you hear me?
Sick!
” Bonnie flounced to their room while Joseph started to pick up the cups and candy wrappers his family had left in the living room.

His mouth twisted, though, when Bonnie made her way down the stairs at dinnertime, no doubt in response to the delicious aroma of the meal wafting through the house. She sat down at the table, a bored look on her face, as Sheila and Lynn ran to and from the kitchen with steaming dish after dish. Finally dinner was on the table. It took a moment for Joseph to locate his girls, but finally they were seated at the table as well. Pete said grace.

“
Dad, may I have a pair of pants like Candy and Cassie’s?” Lynn surprised them all by asking.

Pete frowned and Joseph felt his face burn. “Absolutely not,” he told her. “As long as you’re in my house you’ll look and behave like a lady.”

Lynn lowered her head. Sheila didn’t say a word. Joseph was astounded. If he’d denied his daughters anything in such a confident tone he’d end up arguing with all three of the women in his home for the remainder of the evening. He looked at his brother with new respect and wondered how in the world he did it. No doubt Sheila was the cause. If Joseph only had a better wife his daughters would be obedient and respectful as well.

Bonnie put her fork down with a clang signaling her displeasure with Pete’s words. Joseph nearly winced. He prayed she wouldn’t start an argument. When after a few moments she remained silent, however, his heartbeat returned to normal.

“
Bonnie, is something wrong with the food?” Sheila asked. If Joseph didn’t know better he’d swear there was an edge to her voice.

“
No,” Bonnie snapped. “There’s nothing wrong with your perfect food in your perfect house. It’s the conversation I have a problem with.”

Sheila’s face reddened. “Then perhaps you’d prefer to drive to a hotel,” she said quietly.

“
Sheila, that’s enough,” Pete said.

“
Perhaps I would,” Bonnie spat, “I didn’t want to stay here anyway, but my husband wouldn’t have it any different.” She glared at Joseph. “There now, see? She doesn’t want us here anymore than we want to be here.”

“
That’s not true!” Sheila gasped. “I’ve done everything I know to make you feel welcome, but you’ve not appreciated any of it! You have nothing nice to say and you always look like you’ve been sucking on a lemon!”

“
Sheila!” Pete said louder, “I said that’s enough! Apologize at once and leave the table!”

Sheila’s eyes filled with tears, her chest heaving. “I...I apologize,” she said to Bonnie. She turned her moist eyes to Joseph. “I…I’m truly sorry.” She walked briskly from the table, her plate barely touched.

Joseph stood, his temper ready to explode. Taking his wife’s arm he forced her up the stairs to their bedroom.

“
How dare you!” she screeched, “Let me go!”

They argued well into the evening. He was sure the whole house heard their screaming match, but he didn’t care. He didn’t even know if he could wait until his daughters were grown before he left that woman.

Hours later, Joseph walked downstairs to get a glass of milk in hopes it would sooth his burning stomach. Everything was quiet. He realized it was after 10 pm and all the girls had gone upstairs to bed.

Suddenly he heard a soft cry. Moving to investigate, he found the crying was coming from his brother’s bedroom which was located on the first floor. He put his head close to the door. When he realized he was hearing Sheila’s cry, he moved away, determined to give the couple privacy, but he stopped when he heard his brother’s voice.

“
I realize she’s difficult to get along with. That’s why we talked about it before they got here. Now tell me what I told you before they came,” his brother’s stern voice clearly ordered. Joseph couldn’t believe it. Pete sounded just like his dad.

“
You said if I didn’t control my tongue…” Her voice became so soft that Joseph couldn’t understand the rest of the sentence.

There was another soft rumble of Pete’s deep voice and more crying from Sheila. “Please…Pete, please,” he heard her say.

Joseph started to walk away, wishing Bonnie would beg his forgiveness so sweetly, when he heard a sharp whack that sounded for all the world like a paddle striking flesh.

“
Ooww!” Sheila cried.

Almost as soon as the first whack sounded another one followed, and on it went.

Heart beating, Joseph moved to sit down on the den sofa which was just outside Pete’s bedroom, wincing as the terrible paddling went on and on.

“
Ooowww! Peeete! I can’t stand it! Pleeeaase!” Sheila cried.

Her pleading soon became high pitched wails so filled with pain that Joseph nearly cried himself. He remembered the sheer burn of a paddle from his childhood, the feeling you were going to die if the awful pain didn’t stop. Yet his brother seemed to have no qualms about continuing the punishment until his wife was blubbering and sobbing something awful, her pleas pitiful.

Finally the horrible spanking ceased. He could still hear Sheila crying and Pete’s low voice, softer now, comforting her.

“
I’m so sorry,” Joseph heard her sob, “I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”

“
Shhh. It’s okay,” his brother told her.

“
Will you forgive me,” she said, still crying.

“
Of course.”

Joseph seemed glued to his chair long after the voices inside the bedroom quieted, deep in thought. He never dreamed Pete disciplined his wife. He nearly jumped out of his skin when suddenly the bedroom door clicked softly and Pete walked out. He went hot all over with embarrassment.

Pete’s eyes widened when he saw his brother. “Joseph, I didn’t know you were still up.”

“
I…uh…needed to get some milk. Then I heard someone crying and came in here to...”

“
Well, I’m sorry you overheard that,” Pete said softly as he sat on the other end of the sofa, “but I warned her before you came and she ran her mouth anyway. I had to punish her.”

“
How is she?” Joseph wanted to know.

Pete’s brow lifted. “She’s fine. It’s not like I beat her -- just spanked her bottom. She’s sleeping peacefully right now.”

“
I had no idea,” Joseph said.

“
You didn’t?” Pete seemed truly confused. “Why not? Just because you chose not to use Dad’s paddle on your wife doesn’t mean I’d make the same choice.”

“
Dad’s paddle?”

Pete’s face held a puzzled frown. “Didn’t dad give you a paddle when you got married?”

Joseph’s eyes widened. He had. But Joseph assumed it was a joke. He’d used the paddle through the years to discipline his daughters but never his wife. “I didn’t think he really meant it.”

“
Why would you think that? He used one on Mom often enough.”

“
WHAT!” Joseph almost didn’t want to know.

“
You mean to tell me you never heard?”

“
Well…no. I guess I didn’t.”

Pete sighed and shook his head. “Joseph, you always did sleep like a log. They always waited until we went to bed, but then he’d paddle her behind good. I knew it from the time I was thirteen.”

Joseph could hardly wrap his mind around it. His dad and mom who’d always been so happy! He couldn’t believe his dad would ever raise a hand to his mom. He seemed to gentle and protective of her, just as Pete was with Sheila.

“
I…uh…used the paddle on the girls when they were young, but I didn’t think to use it on Bonnie,” Joseph said.

“
What do you mean you used it on the girls when they were young? You don’t use it on them now? How do you deal with their mouths if you don’t spank them?” Pete asked.

Joseph reddened. So Pete had noticed the girls’ sharp tongues. “I guess I
don’t
deal with their mouths. I just try to ignore them.”

“
Joseph, that’s no way to live. A man doesn’t have anything if he doesn’t have peace in his own home.”

“
I know,” Joseph said, “but they’re too old now to paddle...”

“
If they’d behaved the way they do now when they were, say, ten, would you have spanked them?” Pete asked.

“
Absolutely,” Joseph agreed.

“
Then I don’t see what age has to do with it. If the behavior warrants spanking, then a spanking is what they should get. The same goes with wives. If they’re allowed to run unchecked they’ll become unbearable.”

Joseph leaned forward, a realization settling in. “So you’re saying I should dust off my paddle and use it on every female in my house, despite their age?”

“
I’m not trying to tell you what to do, Big Brother. I’m just telling you what I’d do.”

Joseph nodded. He had a lot to think about.

Joseph loosened his tie as he entered his house. Something smelled delicious.

Since he and Bonnie visited his brother, he’d done a lot of soul searching and come to an uncomfortable but accurate conclusion. What had happened to his family was his responsibility and his alone. He was the leader of the family, the person God placed in control, and he had neglected to assert his authority, compromising instead to keep the peace. In reality, he’d shattered the peace by leaving his family leaderless.

Now he made it a point to assert his authority more often. It had come as a pleasant surprise that his wife and daughters responded to a calm, stern tone much better than the wheedling tone he’d used before.

Bonnie had cleaned the house again, and dinner was obviously on. He was pleased. He sat down at his table, a feeling of contentment welling in his breast that took him by surprise. If only he’d realized he’d have done this years ago.