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.
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