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


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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T=Tangled Triangle #SpankA2Z #NSFW


Welcome back to the Spanking A to Z Blog challenge.  If you are visiting me for the first time, you have some reading to do!  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.

Today is another first for me.  My first menage – M/f/M

A huge shout out of thanks to Christine Hart 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.

T is for Tangled Triangle

Trina was miserable. She’d been looking forward to tonight’s Halloween bash at the Texas Tavern for weeks. It was the best costume party in all of Turner, population twenty-five thousand.   Not exactly a booming metropolis, which was normally just how she treasured it.   Recently, things were getting a bit too tight in town to suit her.

Trent returned to her side with her favorite drink, a gin and tonic. She’d have to sip this drink since her new husband didn’t think it was ladylike for her to drink too much alcohol.   If she were lucky, she’d get two drinks, but never three.   Traditionally, that suited her fine, but tonight she suspected she wouldn’t let go of her guilt until she’d hit at least three and felt tipsy.

“Okay, baby, tell me what’s wrong.”   Trent read her as if she were a tarot card.

“It’s nothing life threatening. Work was terrible today is all.”

At least that part was true. She didn’t add on that her old boyfriend, Toby, had strolled into the tanning salon she owned, tattoos and all.   Or that he had taken her in hand, exactly as he had for the two years they dated before he’d taken off for Tampa to open a tattoo parlor with his Uncle Tim.

She’d tried to talk Toby into leaving the minute he arrived, but he’d insisted on talking about how Trent was treating her. He’d bared his heart, telling her he’d made a terrible mistake leaving town. She’d done well telling him off, right up until he touched her, pulling her tightly into his muscular arms for a tongue-filled kiss that had left her thoroughly confused.

She knew before today that she loved two men. It only became a problem when the one who had deserted her returned to try to tempt her into an affair. She’d held tight today, refusing to tolerate Toby’s too-late apology and showing him to the door. The fact that she had trembled for twenty minutes after he left told her how much trouble she was in if Toby chose to stay in Turner.

Trent and Toby had never been friends, but since they had all been in the same class in high school, the men had thrown a few punches as they had each pursued the hottest girl in the class, Trina.

Trent had been the star track and field athlete with terrific grades.  Toby had been the tattooed bad boy who oozed sex appeal.   Trent was gentle and loving to a fault while Toby loved it rough and tumble.  She often wished she could have the two men she loved twisted into one perfect man, but then Toby had left town, clearing the way for Trent to win her hand in marriage. And they were happy – for the most part.

Trina downed her drink and took her husband’s hand nervously. The chances of Toby walking into the tavern tonight were high so the sooner she could convince Trent she was tired and it was time to leave, the better she’d be.

“I know I told you I wanted to come tonight, but I don’t feel well.   Can we go home so I can take a hot bath and call it a night?”

Trent took her hand, “If you’re sure, but I still think you’re hiding something from me.   You know you’ll feel better if you just tell me what it is.”

He was touching a little close to home. “I told you, I’m just tired.”

Trina heaved a sigh of relief when they were safely in Trent’s truck, headed across town to their townhome.   With Toby in town, she knew it would only be a matter of time before her husband put two and two together, but she’d have to deal with that tomorrow.   She had made it through tonight and that was all that mattered.

Trent parked in the garage and they entered through their dark kitchen. Trina didn’t stop to flip on any lights as she headed straight to the bedroom with her husband on her heels. The second she turned on the bedroom lights, she knew her life would never be the same.

Trina stopped dead in the center of the doorway, her heart thumping in her chest as her husband wrapped his arms around her waist to tug her back taut against his chest.   The threatening whisper in her ear had her trembling.

“What’s the matter, Trina? Don’t you like the treat I have waiting for you?”

The treat he spoke of was a bare-chested Toby, lounging in their marital bed as if he’d been invited there. The shit-eating grin on Toby’s face tugged at her heart just as his thick leather belt laying across the end of the bed triggered a full flip-flop of her sexual core as memories of how he’d tan her bottom just before thrusting deep took up residence in her thoughts.   She found it impossible to tear her eyes away from her dominant ex-lover.

Trent was talking in her ear again. “Toby was nice enough to stop by my work today and fill me in on his little visit to the tanning salon.   He also had a crazy proposition for me that at the time I thought was a terrible idea. But the more I’ve thought about it tonight as I’ve watched you lying to me time and again, the more I’ve decided I should take him up on his offer.”

Trina had only caught part of what he had said because her heart was thumping so loud. The tension in the room notched higher as the three occupants stood frozen in place.

It was Toby who took control as he rose gracefully to his feet to move towards her looking like a tiger on the hunt.   She tried to back away, but Trent held her tightly in his arms. Toby crushed her front, sandwiching her between the two important men in her life. Her mind was racing as she tried to make sense of what was happening. Why wasn’t Trent kicking Toby out? How did Toby get in?

The men took pity on her, deciding to fill her in on their twisted plan.

Trent held her immobile, while Toby touched her breasts intimately, tweeking the tips of her nipples.   “Your husband and I have decided that you’ve been a naughty girl, Trina. You remember what happens to naughty girls who tell lies, don’t you, baby?”  Toby was acting as if he still owned her body, roaming his hands across her tummy and down to cup her clothed pussy.

She finally found her voice. “Trent, why is he here? Why are you letting him touch me like this?”

“I’m only letting him finish what he started today at the office – you know, the torrid kiss you forgot to tell me about?”

“I can explain… truly…”

“See here’s the deal, Trina. I love you, but I also know you’ve never really gotten over losing Toby. When he came to talk today, we had a real man to man, trying to figure out what it was you saw in each of us and we think we have it figured out.”

Trina was trembling again.   She didn’t trust her voice, but managed to squeak out, “Do tell.”

It was Toby who took over answering as he started to unzip her flirty skirt while she felt Trent’s hands lifting off her tank top to uncover her taupe bra.   “When we started comparing notes, we finally put it together. I’m certain you love it when I take you in hand to thrash this tight tush of yours just before I thrust deep inside you to ride you nice and hard.   Trent here is just as convinced you love how thoughtful he is with gifts and romantic gestures like taking you out to eat or on long walks in the park.”

Trent took over the talking as he unhooked her bra, while the rest of her clothes were torn from her body by Toby. “So we decided that tonight we’d tag team you to let you know we aren’t going to tolerate you stringing us both along.   I’ve known you haven’t been totally happy and now that Toby is moving back to Turner, I’m not going to look over my shoulder all the time, wondering if he’s fucking my wife while I’m out of town.”

She tried to get a word in to tell her husband she had made a promise and she would honor it, but Toby chose that moment to clamp his mouth down on her left tit, sucking and biting her as if he owned her.   The moan that escaped from her lips had to torment her husband as he held her immobile for her lover.

Trina assumed her marriage was ending as the Trent she knew would never allow Toby to touch her like this. When her husband’s thick fingers traveled down her body to thrust deep inside her wet pussy, she thought she’d died and gone to heaven. The feel of the men’s four hands and two mouths touching and teasing her intimately had her legs wobbling beneath her.

Trina was seconds away from the most explosive orgasm of her life when all touching stopped.   Toby tore her from Trent’s arms to pull her over to the tall, king-sized bed.   She was thrust forward onto her tummy as Trent sat in the middle of the bed, reaching to hold her arms tightly. A moment of panic threatened as she suspected what lay ahead.

Toby confirmed her fears by pulling her naked legs wide, tying her immobile and open across the end of the bed, her ass high in the air.   The clink of his belt buckle brought an involuntary sexual thrill she hadn’t felt since before Toby had left town. She’d pushed down her need for his tough love, but desire flared.

Trent’s terse words drew her attention back. “Look me in the eyes as he thrashes you with his thick belt.   I need to see with my own eyes that what he told me is true; that you need to have your bottom warmed regularly and your pussy ridden long and hard.”

The first lash of his belt landed across her ass, lighting her up with a fire she’d tried to douse in the years he’d been away.   Her eyes clouded over with tears as Toby lit into her bottom, but she managed to hold the intense stare with Trent as her tears tracked down her cheeks.   The fire she saw in his eyes as he watched his wife thrashed threatened to throw her into her first orgasm.   Toby laid down welts across her ass and thighs like he never had before.   He was breathing heavy with his exertion by the time she heard the leather thrown to the floor.

The men worked in unison in a way that made her wonder how much they had preplanned.   Neither tried to comfort her as she lay crying, tied and immobile. Instead, each man quietly undressed, allowing their turgid cocks to spring free.   It felt surreal to have them both together, Trent’s longer cock and Toby’s thicker cock prominently displayed next to each other as the men stared down at their captive, each with an intense, unreadable stare.

Trent called dibs. “I get her pussy – you take her throat. Later we’ll take turns thrusting into her ass in hopes of teaching her a lesson.”

She felt the release of cream between her thighs at her husband’s tormenting words. Her normally gentle man moved quickly to take up his post behind her as Toby crawled onto the bedspread, kneeling in front of her to place his hard cock against her lips.   The men coordinated, each thrusting balls deep in one push, filling Trina with men’s parts.   The torturous scream she managed around Toby’s thick meat was replaced with whimpers of joy as the men rode her to not one, but three orgasms. The smell of sex permeated the air and the slapping of skin formed a naughty rhythm as they fucked her until they each exploded, filling her with their hot cum.

In her trance-like state, Trina was vaguely aware of the four hands working to release her, placing her gently in the middle of the bed. As her heart rate evened out, returning her to reality, she realized the men had sandwiched her between them again, this time in an intimate embrace of lovers.   Toby held her from the back, spooning her against him as Trent snuggled in close to her front, holding her face in his hands.

She had so many questions about how this night had been arranged, but she was too afraid to ask them for fear she’d wake up and have the last glorious hour of her life be merely a dream.   She couldn’t help but become drowsy, snuggled into the arms of the only two men she’d ever loved. She almost missed her husband’s words.

“I guess you were right after all, Toby. She does need a man like you to thrash that naughty little bottom of hers regularly.”

“And you were right, too, Trent.   This snuggling tenderly shit seems pretty nice, too.”

“It’s settled then. I’ll help you move your crap in tomorrow morning and we’ll spend the rest of the day teaching our girl here how things are going to be around here from now on.”

Trina went to sleep dreaming of the thrills that lay ahead.


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