U=The Perils of an Unconventional Wife #SpankA2Z #NSFW

A2Z-logo2015

Welcome back to the Spanking A to Z Blog challenge.  My challenge this month is to write an erotic short story for each letter of the alphabet where the trick is to include one word that starts with the letter of the day. I’ve had so much fun playing with sub-genres that I have never written in before like historical, cowboys, femdom/revenge and even sci-fi.

A huge shout out of thanks to Sophie Kisker who drew the short straw on editing today. I must say that I have the best author friends ever as so many in my close circle have helped me this month. I love what a close knit community we have.

U is for The Perils of an Unconventional Wife

Ursula waited anxiously to exit the city bus.  She was surrounded by uptight working men making their way home to their obedient little wives who probably already had dinner ready and on the table.  Not for the first time, she cursed the luck of living in a society where husbands weren’t happy unless their women were waiting at the door with their slippers and the newspaper, ready to serve the master of the home in any way he required.

She didn’t miss the usual dirty stares as they watched the attractive young woman exiting the bus.   Had she merely been in her pencil skirt, high heels, and flowered blouse, they might have ogled her unquestioningly.  That she wore a wedding band branded her an unconventional wife of the 1950’s.  Working wives were close to unheard of in their small southern town of Uttera.

Ursula was filled with unease as she checked the time on the dainty watch her uncle had given her for her high school graduation three years before.   She may be married to a slightly more progressive university professor, but even Robert had his limits of what he would overlook.   The fact that his Uncle John was unhappy with the liberties his nephew gave his young bride had been wrecking havoc on Ursula’s new marriage union.

The walk to their comfortable home just north of uptown took longer than she wanted.  She’d planned to arrive home before her husband to tend to the breakfast mess she’d left behind in order to rush out to work a double shift at the unmentionables counter at Macy’s department store.  It wasn’t her dream job of teaching, but she had begged to keep working for a while, knowing she’d be unable to work outside the home once children came.

His car was already in the driveway under the carport when she rounded the corner, making her worried about how much trouble she might be in.

Ursula painted on an upbeat smile and entered through the back door, hoping to slip into the messy kitchen unseen.  She was greeted with the unabashed anger of her waiting husband.  The uncharacteristic fire shining from his eyes alarmed her.

“Where the hell have you been, Ursula?  I got home an hour ago, expecting to spend time with my wife, but instead, I was greeted by a kitchen turned upside down with dirty breakfast dishes and a bedroom with an unmade bed!  This is unacceptable behavior!”

Her loving husband had never unleashed his anger on her even once in the three months they’d been married.  She’d been so happy that he’d been accepting of her working, but she suddenly felt her freedom unraveling.   “Robert, you don’t understand.  I got called in to work early today to cover for Mrs. Umbridge who was feeling under the weather.  I expected to be home in time to complete my usual chores and fix dinner.”

“Unbelievable – You were gone all day?”

“Yes, but like I said, I’ll work on my usual chores…”

He cut her off, “Uncle John was right. He told me I was being too understanding – that you’d put the work outside the home before your responsibilities to your husband.”

“Now you’re talking utter nonsense. I’m a few minutes late one day and you turn into this unreasonable kind of husband.”

Robert’s face was turning an ugly red color he was so upset. “How easily you forget, Ursula. You’ve been late at least once a week since you took the job uptown. More importantly, you made promises to me and those promises are going unkept.   Well, you may be unwilling to keep your promises to me, but I certainly am going to keep mine to you.   Do you recall the consequences you agreed to before we were united in marriage?”

The stern tone of his voice was unlike anything he had ever used with Ursula before. A strange mix of unexpected fear and excitement washed over her as she stood wilting before her husband.

When she was unable to speak, he prodded her again, “Well, young lady, you’ve finally pushed me so far that I’m unable to shirk my husbandly duties until you understand exactly how upset I am with your lack of dedication to our marriage.”

That sounded unusually ominous. “Robert, I understand you’re upset and I apologize, but please, don’t overreact.” She moved across the kitchen as if she would be starting dinner, but he approached from behind, trapping her body between the counter and his unforgiving muscular chest.

The undertone of his deep voice as he took her in hand for the first time had Ursula grateful his body pressing her was keeping her on her feet.

“You’ve earned yourself your first punishment, Ursula, and I want to get it done and over with so it will be unquestionably clear to you what I expect from you, my dear.   Now… go upstairs to our bedroom… get completely undressed… naked… and stand in the corner waiting for me to cool down before coming up to deliver your punishment.”

She shook from the utter fear his words inspired.  “Honey, I can see you’re undoubtedly upset, but I promise…”

He cut in, leaving her sentence unfinished. “I’m unaffected by your promises, Ursula. Until your actions match your words, we’re going to do things my way. You have unwittingly pushed me too far and now I plan to show you I am a man of my word. Upstairs – now!”

He stepped away, freeing her to turn and run upstairs as fast as her wobbly legs could carry her.   Unshed tears clouded her vision as she made her way to their bedroom. Once there, she slammed the door, and unleashed her tears in full force, throwing herself down on the messed up bed, a reminder of why her husband was so unhappy.

She cried out her upset anger until she had no tears left. The only thing remaining was the unbearable guilt of angering her usually even keeled husband. She was just about to stand and undress when Robert entered, his eyes looking at her in unbelief as he realized she had not obeyed.

She scrambled to the corner, pulling her blouse up and over her shoulders before unzipping her skirt and letting it fall to the floor.

“I’m adding on to your punishment for underestimating just how serious I was with my directions, wife.   Pull those undies down and leave them at your knees. Open your legs to keep your underwear from falling to your ankles. Chest out, arms up with your hands locked behind your neck. I’m going to sit here and watch your uncovered bottom waiting to be spanked.”

She scrambled to do as he asked, ultimately hoping if she obeyed, he would calm down and let her off with a warning.   Ten unending minutes later, her arms ached, her pussy pulsed and her unhappy husband was calling her to him.

Ursula waddled from the corner to stand near her husband as he sat on the end of the bed, her heavy, square, wooden hairbrush in his right hand. Their eyes locked and she knew better than to try to usurp his power. He had made up his mind. His anger was about to be unleashed on her bottom.

She didn’t speak… there was no use in trying to talk him out of it. She fought down the urge to run from the room, instead draping herself across his lap, placing her head towards the floor, tipping herself upside down while letting her legs hang down on his right side. He wasted no time in making sure her legs would remain unmovable by wrapping his right leg around hers.

He started immediately, laying his palm hard against her upturned ass. The punishment hurt from the first strike, urging her to struggle to be free.   It only got worse when he picked up the unforgivingly hard paddle hairbrush and started to paint her bottom red until it was covered with splotchy, rosy patches.

“Uh-no!   Please, I’m sorry you’re so upset, but I can’t take any more.”

“You can and you will take an untold number of strokes until I’m convinced you are paying attention. Let’s review, shall we Ursula? I expect you to work no more than fifteen hours per week at the unmentionables counter. You need to leave plenty of time for the upkeep of our home and for ensuring you’re here long before I come home so you’re well rested and have dinner on the table or we will be meeting upstairs exactly like this each and every night until you understand.”

Ursula could barely concentrate on his ultimatum with the unspeakable pain radiating from her upturned bottom. Her unhappy husband was lighting into her ass unlike anything she thought was ever a remote possibility. Her brain told her to fight her fate, but the cream seeping from her uncovered pussy as Robert upheld his promise by lighting into her sit spots until she screamed for his mercy.

“Ouchy – please… I urge you to stop…”

She was sure her bottom globes must have ugly bruised splotches of fire by the time her unflappable husband set the brush down on the bed.   Robert helped her upright before pulling her to sit in his lap. She uttered a groan of pain when her punished skin rubbed his wool slacks, yet she snuggled into his arms, feeling unusually close to her husband.   The swell of his manly cock under her hot bottom urged her to move in for a kiss.

Next thing Ursula knew, she was on her back on the bed with Robert above her, unzipping his fly and pulling out his hard, uncut cock.   Their eyes locked as he thrust into her cunny, impaling himself balls deep and then setting an unbelievably fast pace, dominating her body as he rode her in a way that was unlike anything they had ever shared together.   Ursula and Robert were in uncharted territory for their young marriage, but she prayed this became their usual form of lovemaking.

Only when they had each reached their ultimate orgasms did her husband remove himself, pulling her into his arms and rolling until she lay comfortably under his arm.

She was about to doze off with a nap, when Robert reminded her, “I don’t mind being married to an unconventional woman who works outside of the home, Ursula. I’m only going to urge you to keep your promises of not working too much and always putting the upkeep of our home and marriage first. Understand?”

“Yes, sir – I don’t think that’s too unreasonable.”

“I hope not, or you better get used to our new usual activity when I come home.”

As Ursula drifted off to sleep, she wondered what reason she could come up with for being late again tomorrow.

*****

Poor Ursula 🙂 I’d love it if you’d leave a comment to let me know what you thought and you’ll love it if you win the $10 gift card.  I’ll be choosing a winner randomly from the commenters and those who sign up for my newsletter.

Join me tomorrow for V=The Victorian Virgin

Hop on over to check out these other authors.

B=The Bratty Bride #SpankA2Z #NSFW

A2Z-logo2015

It’s official. I’ve lost my mind. Not only have I signed up to blog every day this month in the Spanking A to Z blog hop, but as I was contemplating what I’d be blogging about, I came up with this crazy idea that I’m having a lot of fun with. I just hope you all enjoy it too.

In case you missed my A=Angry at the Airport short yesterday, you need to know that I’ve challenged myself to write an erotic short story for each letter of the alphabet. The catch is every single sentence must have a least one word in it that starts with that day’s letter. Take my word for it. This is considerably harder than one would think at first blush, but now that I’ve gotten started and have the stories plotted, I’m having so much fun. I feel the need to apologize to my Passion Series fans, though, since I’m spending my writing time on this instead of tracking down and dealing with Jake in Protecting it All. Forgive me!

Without further adieu, I present B=The Bratty Bride.  A huge shout out to Bruce Stern for agreeing to edit my posts for me this month. I also have an announcement at the end of today’s story for those of you who stick with me to the end.

 B is for The Bratty Bride

Brad never thought he’d be angry with his bride only hours after the beginning of their marriage. But as he watched the love of his life knocking back shots at the bar with several burly friends, his blood started boiling.

Brian, his brother, stood next to him. “Bet you didn’t think you’d have to bust her butt this soon.”

Brian was one of the few who knew how Brad planned to take his beautiful, but naughty, wife in hand.

“Tonight will be a night to remember. Our first fuck as a married couple and her first butt-buster punishment courtesy of a hair brush and my belt.”

“Boy, I’d pay to watch that one.”

“Based on the look Mom gave me when Bridget berated the bellman when we checked into the hotel, she may beat you to the front row seat.”

“Yeah, Dad says he can’t believe you are babying her so much when all she does is bite everyone’s head off.”

Brad balled his fists in frustration at his family’s observations. He believed they meant well. Still, he knew he had to break his new wife of her bratty habits before she turned into a full-out spoiled bitch.

By eleven, the ballroom was thinning out while his beautiful bride boogied her bodacious booty with her best friends on the dance floor, oblivious to the emanate danger said booty was in as soon as they got to their bridal suite. His balls tightened at the thought of disciplining his naughty bride on their wedding night just before sinking his cock into her tight body.

Brad made his way to her band of friends, breaking through the line of dancers to pull Bridget into his arms. His voice bellowed to be heard over the band playing a bad cover of Boston’s Rock N Roll Band. “Time to head up to bed, baby.”

“But Bradley, I’m not ready to leave yet.” He hated the way her words slurred as she tried to focus her alcohol-blurred vision on her bridegroom.

Brad wrapped his arm around her body, pulling her close and moving her off the dance floor. She buried her bare feet into the carpet to try to delay, but he’d have none of it. They paused to relay their good-byes to the remaining guests while Bridget brushed her body against his in a brazen display of horniness.

By the time they were in their suite, Bridget was wilting. He considered waiting until morning, but knew he needed to begin their marriage on the right foot. He pulled her against his chest, brushing her cheek as he lost himself in the brown eyes he loved so much.

Brad hardened his heart and grasped her long blonde hair, angling her face so she couldn’t back away. “I warned you not to drink too many alcoholic beverages tonight, baby. You were barking orders and acting like a bratty bitch most of the night. That’s not how the new Mrs. Breckenridge is supposed to behave.”

Her eyes bore into his, angry at first, but filling with apprehension as she held so still, not even daring to blink.   “But, it was my wedding night.”

“Yes, and it’s mine too, baby. Remember what we agreed to before we planned the wedding? Who is the head of our brand new household?”

She blushed, but answered, “You are, but…”

“No but, baby. Didn’t you believe me when we agreed before our wedding to our rules and consequences?”

Her voice broke with emotion as she replied with a whisper. “I believed you, but…” Bridget’s voice trailed away, but the look in her eyes told him she’d been testing him.

Brad exhaled a relieved breath, understanding that either consciously or subconsciously; his bride had put this punishment into motion. He needed to blister her bottom.

“Baby, you broke almost every rule, so tonight your butt will be introduced to the wooden hair brush right before I belt your bottom until I believe you really do understand.”

“But… oh, god…”

Brad wasted no more time. He unzipped her bridal gown with one hand while his other pinched his wife’s breast through her bridal lingerie. Between her sexual excitement and her husband’s promise of a stern punishment, her breaths quickened.   Her gown fell to the beige carpet as he pulled her towards the king bed.

“Keep the bra, stockings and heels on, but lose the panties. I want your bottom bare.”

His bride who had been nothing but boorish most of the night was surprisingly pliant as she bared her ass. All it took was a brush against her back to have her bent across the end of the big bed, her bottom pushed out at attention. Brad couldn’t be more surprised by his wife’s easy acceptance of his new control.

He grabbed the paddle hair brush he bought with this exact purpose in mind. Next, he reached for his buckle, slipping his belt through the tuxedo pant loops, placing it right before his wife’s face so she could see what lay ahead. He caught her sharp intake of breath as he rubbed her buttocks tenderly.

He began her first lesson strong and steady, bringing the large brush down into the center of each butt cheek with a bold thud. It only took a few hard connections to bring a blush to Bridget’s bobbing bottom.   She tried to bolt upright to escape, but he held her down by pressing the base of her bare back. Her arched back pushed her wiggling butt up higher.

Brad felt his own cock growing tight in his boxer briefs as he took his wife in hand. The stress building up to their big day had brought out the brattiness in Bridget. Perhaps he should have busted her butt weeks ago, but he had wanted to wait until they were married.

The wood of the brush connected over and over, bringing her bottom to a rosy red, matching her tear stained cheeks. By the time he had laid down one-hundred steady brushstrokes, his bride was begging him to stop.

“Please, Brad. I’ll be a good girl,” she bawled.

“Baby, I know you will be, because the alternative is to walk around with a blistered butt all the time.” He paused long enough to lay the brush on the bedspread and pick up the wide leather belt his father gave him as a wedding gift. It had come with his father’s advice to apply it regularly to his bride’s bottom for a well-balanced home and marriage.

He was so proud of Bridget. He had worried she would balk at following through with domestic discipline.   Her butt bounced around as leather connected with flesh leaving a beautiful glow in its wake. Her begging for him to stop ended, replaced with forlorn sobs bordering on blubbering. Her tears tugged at his heartstrings, yet the glistening wetness of her pussy bore the signs of her arousal.

Brad threw down the belt after ten lashes. He saw evidence of slight bruising. His wayward bride may have been bratty, but she certainly hadn’t earned a belting that severe… yet. What she had earned was her husband’s cock buried deep in her body.

Divesting himself of his bridegroom clothing, Brad stood naked, stroking his cock slowly to savor the view of Bridget dripping, ready for him without so much as a touch to her nub. He gently brushed her warm skin to comfort her.

When her tears turned to moans of pleasure, Brad lifted her knees to the bed, lifting her higher and spreading her wide. She balled her fists against the bedspread, preparing to be taken.

Brad’s swift insertion linked the now married couple in the most intimate way.   He expected their first time as a married couple would be slow lovemaking, but this was anything but. He grabbed her hips, pulling her body back hard against him as he thrust forward again and again, each insertion deeper in the core of her body. His wife came unglued beneath him.

“Oh my god, that’s it, baby. Ride me! Bury yourself deep inside me so I can come!”

He felt her core contracting around him as she let the bliss of her first orgasm as a married woman claim her.   Her shuddering cry of his name had Brad following closely behind her as he shot his bounteous load of white cum inside Bridget’s body.

Only after his cock deflated did he begin to stir. He had her stay while he went to the bathroom, bringing back a warm washcloth to wipe his bride clean before sweeping her into his arms to relocate them under the covers for their much-needed rest.

Just before he dozed off, his wife in his arms, Bradley heard Bridget’s adorable words. “I’m sorry I was a brat these last few weeks, but if being bratty gets me tonight’s treatment, you’d better beware.”

He chuckled, pulling her closer to his bare chest. “Baby, you don’t have to be a brat to be taken in hand. I promise to attend to this beautiful bottom every day for the rest of our lives.”

*****

So what d’ya think?  I love comments so I’ve decided to give away a $10 Amazon (or B&N) gift card at the end of the month to one lucky winner.  All you need to do to be entered to win is to leave a comment.  The more posts you read and comment on this month, the better your chances of winning as I’ll enter you for each comment.   If you haven’t signed up for my New Release Newsletter yet, you can have another chance to win by signing up for that as well.

Don’t miss tomorrow’s short: Chastised by her Cowboy

Be sure to check out these other awesome posts:

 

%d bloggers like this: