Nancy's First Punishment

 

Nancy only wanted to surprise Roger on their honeymoon.  They were in Santa Cruz for a whole month and one morning, Nancy found their usual beach quite deserted.  While Roger was setting up an umbrella, she stripped off her bikini and posed with the silly sunhat he’d bought her.

Roger was certainly surprised.  What wasn’t, was pleased.  He grabbed Nancy by the arm and marched her back up to their beach house still naked.

“No wife of mine,” he growled to her when they were safely inside, “will be flaunting herself in public.  Your daddy told me that I wouldn’t need to be too strict with you, but I can see he was wrong.”

Nancy began to cry, trying to explain through her tears that they’d been all alone, and she’d only wanted to be a little sexy for him.

“You have no idea if anyone else was coming from the cliffs,” Roger told her sternly.  “Anyone at all might have seen you.”  He shook his head and pulled her into the living room.  “I didn’t want to begin your discipline as my wife so harshly.  But Nancy, you need to understand what it means to be a married woman.  I am going to give you a punishment you’ll remember for the rest of our marriage.”

Nancy sobbed, her poor bare butt twitching already as she imagined what he would do.  “Are you going to spank me, Roger?” 

“No, I’m not.  A little spanking is for daily infractions like burning supper.  I’m going to give you a true punishment.  I was doing a lot of reading before our wedding to be sure I would be a good head of the household.  Scientifically, it seems that a woman’s punishment directly corresponds to her sense of pain and domination.  With that in mind, I’m going to give you a thorough anal punishment today.”

“Wh… what?”  Nancy thought she must have heard Roger wrong.  She certainly knew that wives might be spanked but how could her anus be punished?

“That’s right, Nancy.  I am going to punish the most private part of your body.  That should help you remember that your nakedness is private too.”

While Nancy stuttered in shock, Roger pulled her through the beach house to the master bathroom.

“The first thing to do is make sure that you’re all clean for your punishment.”  He finally let her go and gave her a gentle push toward the toilet.  “Bend over and hold on to the seat.  I’ll be back in a few minutes.” 

Nancy waited in miserable anticipation, listening to Roger move through the house.  She couldn’t imagine what he was doing.  Cabinets opened and shut, the sink ran, and he was gone for quite a while.  Nancy stayed perfectly in place, hoping he would be pleased with her obedience.

When Roger returned, he harshly instructed her to keep her eyes forward.  With one hand he palmed her cheeks and inserted a finger into her rectum.  Nancy jerked a little.  It was so slippery and cold!  After a moment, the cold deepened into a harsh tingle and Nancy realized that he must have had Vicks on his finger.  She whimpered, but he paid no mind, pushing the finger in and out for a full minute.

“Now let’s get that dirty hole clean,” he finally said, pulling his finger out with a pop.  Something harder and smoother took its place.  He pushed it inexorably into her.  As soon as it was seated, she felt a startling warmth in her bowels.

“Roger?!” She was suddenly very afraid.  Would Roger hurt her on the inside?

He placed a hand on her bare back and hushed her.  “Easy, Nancy.  You’ll be well punished by the time the day is out, but I would never do you any true damage.  This is an enema of milk and molasses.  I’ll be putting two bulbs in and you will hold it for 15 minutes.  You’ll feel cramping and pain, but it’s good for you and won’t hurt you at all.”

Nancy felt bizarrely reassured.  Of course, Roger loved her and wouldn’t do anything to hurt her!  What had she been thinking?  Still, his description of what would happen made butterflies of shame and fear flutter around her tummy.  Even as a child, Nancy had never suffered the indignity of an enema. 

Roger emptied the whole bulb into her, and then refilled it for another application.  By the time they were both in, her guts were twisting and cramping terribly. 

“Alright Nancy.  I have my watch on and I’m keeping an eye on the time.  You can release in 15 minutes.  I am expecting you to control your anus without any help, as any sensible wife should.  If you don’t, we’ll be doing all of this again tomorrow.”

“Oh no, Roger!  I’ll be good.  I promise!”  Nancy’s voice shook.

“Good.”  She could hear the smile in his voice as he patted her bottom.  It made all the cramping seem a little less terrible.

Fifteen minutes were never so long.  Nancy’s whole world became her anus.  To keep the solution in, she had to pinch her bottom closed.  But when she clenched it made the Vicks around her rim tingle unbearably.  At long last, when Nancy was fighting her body with every ounce of her will, Roger called time. 

“Be as quick as you can,” he told her before shutting the door.  “When you are done, flush and bend right back over.  We’ll need to rinse you out with some hot, soapy water to finish.”

Nancy moaned in dismay as the door clicked behind him.  She plopped onto the toilet and let go with relief and chagrin.

The soap enema wasn’t as bad, but Nancy had to hold that one for 20 minutes.  When it was all over and she was sparkling clean in a place she’d never before considered, Roger had her bend over the toilet one last time.  He soaped up a washcloth and scrubbed her violated pucker. 

“This will do it,” he told her, poking the rough cloth just inside and making her squirm.  “You’ll be all clean for your punishment, my dear.”  After another moment he chuckled.  “I’ve never seen a little bottomhole all sudsed up before; it’s winking at me through the foam.”  A stab of humiliation made Nancy squirm.  She could feel his attention on her pucker like a weight.

When he was quite done, Roger helped Nancy to stand up.

“You’ve been a good girl so far,” he told her.  “This is the sort of behavior I expect!  Now, let’s see about properly punishing your anus to drive the point home.”

Nancy hated how cheerful and cavalier he sounded.  It made her feel helpless and foolish.  Not to mention very worried about what would happen next!

Roger led her through the rental and out to the deck facing the sea.  There were high hedges around the property, but it still felt strange to be outside. 

“Your misbehavior was outside, so I believe that I’ll punish you outside too,” Roger told her, seeming to read her thoughts.  “There’s no chance anyone can see us here, but you had best be quiet or the neighbors might know that I’m taking a naughty wife in hand.”  Nancy flushed a dark red.

Roger guided her to one side of the patio where four silver half circles sat on the bench nearby. 

Nancy was instructed to kneel with her legs well apart and her head resting on the wooden flooring.  As she got into position, she couldn’t help but whimper at how exposed and vulnerable her anus was. 

Roger came back with a hammer.  For a moment Nancy was completely confused.  Then he picked up the silver half circles.

One by one, Roger placed them over her wrists and ankles and used little tack nails to hold them down.  “Just as your wedding ring is a bond, these bonds will help you stay obedient and accept your well-deserved punishment,” Roger told her in a serious tone.  Nancy felt the sun warming the open cleft of her bottom and wisely kept silent.

Roger stood up and walked around her, assessing.  All Nancy could do was wait and listen, her whole being attuned to him.

“Excellent,” he finally proclaimed.  “This will do very well.  Now Nancy, you already know that spankings are one of the best ways for a husband to help his wife remember her duties and who is in charge.  Why, everyone says so.  Spankings are the true glue of a marriage!”  He laughed lightly.  “With that in mind, the first phase of your punishment will be a nice, long spanking on your naughty anus.”

Nancy’s heart and hole both clenched in horror.  A spanking there? 

Roger moved to straddle her, his legs on either side of her knees, facing her bottom.  He bent down a little and stoked her fluttering hole once.  Then he began.

SMACK! Nancy gasped a little.  The spank wasn’t as painful as she had expected, but it felt terribly intrusive.  He spanked her again, settling into a quick rhythm.  Every few seconds his fingers descended on her, delivering sharp little slaps.  After a minute, her hole began to smart.  Roger continued without pause.  The stinging worsened and Nancy began to gasp a little.    Roger continued, landing each swat right over her poor anus.

“Ooh!” Nancy finally cried, not able to keep silent any longer.  “Ouch!  Roger, please!”

Roger chuckled, never missing a beat.  “That’s the sound of a punished wife, alright.  Does your hole hurt, dear?  It’s certainly getting nice and pink.  It looks like a little blooming rose!”

Nancy sobbed, utterly humiliated.  He was completely in control and she knew it.  He would spank her for just as long as he liked because she was his wife, and he was in charge.

The spanking went on for another minute, until her pucker burned.  Roger landed one last swat, harder than the rest and stood up.  

“There.  That was a proper spanking I believe!”  He sounded quite pleased with himself as Nancy sniveled into the decking.  “Your back door is painted bright red now.  On to the next phase.”

“Oh no, Roger, please!  I’ve learned my lesson.  I won’t ever go outside naked again.  I promise!”

“Now, now Nancy.  I can’t end such a well-deserved punishment early.  You’ve got to learn properly.  My wife will be the most sensible, well-behaved little lady on the block.  Don’t worry darling, no matter how you cry or beg I’ll still punish you just as you deserve.”

He walked away with a bounce in his step.  Nancy just cried.  The area between her cheeks was throbbing.  Being a wife wasn’t turning out as she had expected.

Roger was back in less than a minute.  He stood behind her so Nancy couldn’t see what he was doing.  For a little while everything was quiet.  The he came close again and crouched down behind her.

“I learned about this from my research,” he told her.  “It was a Victorian punishment if you can believe that.  I’m impressed with our forbears’ excellent traditions of discipline.”

There was a pressure on Nancy’s sore pucker. “Relax, my dear.  This will be going in, so it’s best to take it easily.”

Nancy tried to open up and after a moment the object slipped into her anus.  It seemed to have a little notch, so that when it was in place her hole closed around it, keeping it secure.  She felt so humiliated having something in a hole she hadn’t know was an ingress.

“Do you feel it yet?”  Roger asked gently.

She wondered what he meant.  Then she knew.  The thing in her bottom began to feel hot.  It moved from a warm tingle into an inferno with barely a pause.  “Oh no!”  She shook her bottom wildly, but with her hands and legs clamped down, there was little she could do.

Roger laughed aloud.  “Oh yes! That is ginger, my darling, and this is called ‘figging.’  I have read that it smarts something terrible.  I’ve also read…”

He trailed off, then landed a sharp spank in the center of her bottom.  Nancy jerked and her cheeks clenched involuntarily.  This, in turn, made the burn of the ginger flare up.  She yelped.

“Hurts when you clench, right?”  Roger asked.  He didn’t wait for an answer but spanked her again.  “It occurs to me that all punishments should include the old-fashioned sort of spanking as well.”  He landed another swat.  “That’s why women’s bottoms are so round and lovey, after all.  So that their husbands have a good place to deliver justice whenever needed.”  Another swat.  “You have such a sweet little tush, darling.  I think it will be quite pretty in pink.”

The slaps rained down.  Nancy tried to keep her cheeks relaxed and accept the spanking, but whenever Roger landed a slap one over top of the ginger, she couldn’t help but clench.  As the chastisement progressed, she cried and wailed without reserve.  Let the neighbors hear!  She was far more concerned with the scorching of her backside.

Roger spanked on and on, just like before.  Nancy’s new husband seemed to believe in persistence.  He even spanked her thighs, telling her how lovely and white they were.

When he was finally done, Roger stood.  “There now!  I’ve worked up a sweat.  Punishing naughty wives is harder work than I thought.  I believe I’m going to go mix myself a drink, the come back out to admire all my hard work.  Your bottom is bright red, my dear!”

Roger did just as he said, settling into a deck chair nearby and telling Nancy how lovely her spanked bottom was in the California sunshine.  “You’ll be tanned two ways,” he joked.

After a while, Nancy’s tears dried up and the ginger in her bottom finally began to lessen its terrible burn.  The humiliation of her husband’s jovial punishment still squirmed in her gut.  No one had ever even seen this private portal of her body and here it was, the center of a whole discipline session!  She was hyper aware of the breeze as it tickled her red pucker.

She heard a clink as Roger set his glass down. “That ginger should be wearing down now,” he mused.  “I think it’s time to move us along.”  He came to her and gently removed the root from her twitching hole.

“We’re almost done, darling.  Just one more stage and you’ll have had a thorough punishment that will last a good, long time.”

“Oh Roger,” she whimpered, but she didn’t protest.  The last half hour taught her that he would punish her just the same.

“Yes, dear, I know you’ve had a hard afternoon.”  He patted one of her tender cheeks.  “But you brought all this on yourself, you know.  Stripping on a public beach!  I can’t imagine what you were thinking.  Perhaps It’s just as well.  Maybe beginning this way is a better start to our marriage.  Now you know what a proper punishment is like.” 

“Not that all your punishments will be like this of course!  I know that variety is the spice of life and a little fear is good for a wife.  I can be quite creative darling, so be sure to be a good girl.”  Roger patted her bottom possessively and stood up.  “I’ll be right back, and we can begin your last punishment.”

He went into the house again, leaving Nancy alone to contemplate his words.  ‘Creative’ sounded very scary.  She hadn’t even known that most of these punishments were possible this morning.  What else did Roger know how to do?  Nancy knew she had best behave or she would find out all too soon.  Roger clearly meant to see her kept in line!

Once again, Roger stood behind her when he returned so that she could not see what he brought.  Prickles raced across her skin, and her scrubbed, spanked, and gingered anus felt like the center of her whole being as it winked up at him.

“Part of our marriage,” he began, “is conjugal.  Sexual intercourse is a fundamental base of a happy marriage.  Thus, some punishments should include this aspect as well.  I will give you pleasure now, but it won’t be a reward.  Instead, when your lovely pussy is dripping with want, I will leave you unsatisfied.  This will help you remember that I am in charge of you in every aspect.  Tonight, if you are a good girl for the rest of the day, I will let you reach completion.”

Nancy didn’t know what to think.  This didn’t sound anywhere near as bad as the other punishments, but she was learning that her husband was a master at discipline.

Something touched the cleft of her spread buttocks.  Ever so light, it was the thinnest possible point of sensation.  It trailed down her reddened cleft and skirted around her pucker.  She squirmed.  The sensations were ticklish, but not unpleasant.

It circled her pucker a few times, then dipped further between her legs to ghost over the outer lips of her vagina.  As it did, she could finally see what Roger held.  It was a long, white seagull feather.  He passed it along the creases of her thighs, causing her to wiggle with pent ticklishness.  Then he passed it up her cleft again.

As sensitized as her punished skin was, the feather was unignorable.  Her skin pimpled up in its wake, and true to Roger’s prediction, she began to be aroused.  The feather teased around her pucker, then twisted directly in where it gaped a little.  Her breath punched out.  Nancy felt her vagina grow slippery.

The feather twisted in her pucker for only a few moments before moving back to her thighs and tracing circles on her buttocks.  The absence made her long for it.  Slowly, it crept inward and twitched a tiny line back and forth along the little v at the base of her pussy.  Nancy moaned.  It ticked, but it felt so good.  She didn’t know what to make of the sensation.

Her cleft was targeted again and it swept up and down, avoiding her anus entirely.  Her pucker kissed the air, waiting for its caress.  Through her building pleasure, Nancy heard Roger chuckle again.  She blushed.  Truly, he controlled every part of her.

The feather teased her pussy again, moving over and around the outer lips where they pooched together.  Then strong fingers invaded, opening her up in merciless submission to the feather.  She gasped.  It teased along the bright coral of her inner opening, circling the hole she already knew belonged to Roger.  She squirmed in the air, desperate for more. 

The fingers widened their v.  Always moving, the feather suddenly attacked her pucker, painting it with bright lines of sensation.  Then it flicked up to the unsheathed nub of her clitoris.  Nancy groaned from the base of her lungs.  The feather moved faster, flicking over her most sensitive spots, first in one then another.  Nancy began to beg, blindly humping the air. 

Suddenly, everything stopped.  The fingers still held her open, but the feather was gone.  “Nancy.  Nancy.”

She heard Roger calling for her and tried to gather herself.  “Roger?” she panted.

“This is what naughty wives get,” he said.  Briefly, the feather lashed over her superheated pucker.  “They get punishments in private places.  Are you going to be naughty again, Nancy?”    

“Nnn, no, never!”

Roger laughed and ran the feather over her clitoris again.  “I doubt that.  I imagine I’ll have to punish you quite a bit, my darling.  But that’s ok.  I love you and I am going to make sure you are the best wife of all.”  With one parting flick, he leaned back on his heels.  “You’ve made a little puddle on the deck, my dear.”  He stood slowly, popping his back.  “I’m going to go inside and make lunch while you cool off.”

Nancy knelt, bound to the decking, and dripped.  She ached with arousal.  Tears filled her eyes and ran down her cheeks. 

Roger returned almost a half our later to set her free.  He helped her to a bench and kissed her forehead.  “There, my sweet.  How do you feel?”

Nancy shrugged, unsure what to say.

“Does your naughty little pucker hurt?”

Nancy gaped, humiliation rushing back in.

“Well?” Roger arched an eyebrow.  “If it doesn’t, I’m sure I could give you another spanking.  I’m just learning to judge these things, dear.  A new husband needs feedback.”

“Oh Roger!” Both hands flew back instinctively to protect her bottom.  “Yes, it hurts!”

“How does it feel?”

“It burns,” Nancy said, tears filling her eyes. 

“I suppose you don’t have much to compare it too yet.  But hand spanking there isn’t the most efficient in your crevasse,” he told her while setting out sandwiches.  “I’ve got a list of things to try out.  For example, compare a wooden spoon to a switch.   With a spoon, your whole anal opening is covered.  Because its convex, force is applied equally even if the opening is a little open, like yours was today.  It also provides good leverage for me if I stand over you and the long handle would increase velocity.  I could paddle the dickens out of you like that.

“A switch, on the other hand, concentrates all of its force into a much smaller area.  It would leave a real sting, maybe even welts.  That’s good if you’ve been particularly ill behaved, but it limits how many licks I could give.  I, personally, think that long is the way to go in spanking.  The longer I’m toasting that lovely rear, the longer you’ll remember how to behave.  Don’t you think?”

Nancy stared in horror.  Roger raised an eyebrow.  “Oh!  I don’t know.  I suppose?”

Roger smiled warmly.  “We’ll find these things out together.  For now, I’ll consider your time out here as corner time.  Your punishment is all over.  Now, let’s decide where to eat tonight and put this incident behind us.”

Nancy nodded cautiously and moved closer to Roger.  He put an arm around her waist and kissed her forehead.  Together, they made their way inside.