Nancy's Pussy Punishment (Part 1)

 

After her honeymoon, Nancy’s married life settled into a pleasant domesticity.  She and Roger moved into their home in the outskirts of Dayton, Ohio.  Roger had found the house plans after their engagement and had the house built just for them.  He was a manager at a major store chain and while they were not rich, they were very comfortable.  Nancy loved her new home and threw herself into the role of housewife: picking out soft furnishings, keeping everything bright and clean and learning to cook more dishes. 

In truth, Nancy had never been a particularly diligent cook.  She much preferred making clothes or playing with babies in home economics.  While she had the basic roster of simple meals under her belt, that was about all she had.  She also hadn’t drunk much, so there was a little learning curve as she got the way Roger liked his drinks down.  And learning curves, she had come to know, involved learning by way of her curves – the ones on her behind.

Nancy was spanked with some frequency.  The very first one had been two days after the return from their honeymoon.  Nancy overslept and didn’t have Roger’s breakfast ready.  He was forced to go to work with nothing but an apple.  On his way out the door, Roger promised her that her bottom would be the same color as his apple that night.  Nancy fretted all day, barely able to concentrate on her to do list.  She managed to get dinner ready by virtue of the notion that a well-fed husband might be more lenient.

Roger was never particularly lenient; Nancy was to discover.  He was a very thorough man in all things.  That definitely included her discipline.  That night he turned her over his knee in the kitchen, hoisted up her skirt, skimmed down her pretty new panties and spanked her with his bare hand for almost 10 minutes.  When he had finished, he pinned up her skirt and had her stand in the corner after dinner while he watched the Ed Sullivan Show.

After that, spankings were a weekly occurrence at minimum.  She earned quite a few learning to bartend and more during her forays into cooking.  Only once did Roger have to spank her for not cleaning thoroughly enough, though, and he never had to spank her for going over budget.  She was proud of that.  Roger began to brag to his friends about how good a shopper she was!

Most of her spankings took place securely over Roger’s lap with his bare hand.  For a man who didn’t work a blue-collar job, Roger certainly had big, strong hands!  Twice, though, when the infraction had been more egregious (spilling a bottle of McAllen the first time and accidentally insulting a coworker of his the second) Roger brought implements into her punishment.  The first time he had used her own wooden hairbrush.  After his usual 10-minute hand spanking he had ordered her to bring it down to the living room.  Nancy had been very aware of her burning cheeks while she climbed the stairs.  When she returned, he paddled her bottom for another 5 minutes with the hairbrush.  She’d taken her lunch standing up the next day.  The second time he’d used a spatula in the kitchen.  He had explained that night that he would be trying many implements with her to find which were best. 

So far, however, Nancy had never needed a major punishment session like the one she had endured on their honeymoon. 

All that was about to change.

One Saturday in July, Roger had invited over two of his bosses and their wives for a dinner party.  Nancy had cleaned and dusted and arranged with a will.  She had torn though recipe books, marked pages and done research on the most fashionable hors d'oeuvres.  It should have gone perfectly. 

Unfortunately, Nancy hadn’t thought to ask her guests if they had any allergies.  The evening ended early when one of the wives’ faces had swollen up in reaction to the anchovy sauce.  Roger was livid.  He told Nancy that they would skip church the next day.  Instead, she would spend the whole day “submitting to her husband as to the Lord.”

Sunday morning dawned.  Roger woke up first.  When he woke Nancy, he told her to remain nude the entire day as a reminder of her punishment.  After breakfast, he called her into the living room.

“Nancy, today I will be punishing you severely.  Your negligence could have caused real harm.  Even though it didn’t, you embarrassed me badly in front of my superiors.  It is vital that a wife support her husband’s work with these sorts of functions.  After today, I sincerely doubt that you will make such a stupid mistake again.”

Nancy began to cry softly, wringing her hands in front of her.  Roger noticed and frowned.

“I’ll be giving you plenty to cry about!  Don’t think that your crocodile tears will take even one moment away from your punishment.  Now, take the ottoman and set it in front of the window.  Good.  Climb up.”

He arranged her so that her knees were on the very edges.  She was half bent over, her hands gripping the legs.  The position spread her so wide that even the lips of her pussy were opened.  A deep blush overtook her.

“Just right.  Now we both know that no one is likely to come rambling through our backyard.  That’s not the purpose here.  Rather, this is to bring your attention to the part of you I will be focusing on today.  Your little kitty is spread wide for the world to see and it will be very sore by the end of today.”

Nancy cried and begged to close her legs.  “No, my dear.  As embarrassed as you are now, I was five times as embarrassed last night.  You will stay exactly there and show your naughty pussy to God and country for the next hour.  I’ll need the time to prepare the rest of your punishment.”

While Nancy served her modified corner time, Roger bustled about the house.  Nancy could hear him moving from room to room.  After a while Roger began to hum snatches of revival songs.

An hour later, he helped her off the ottoman.  “That was a good start, but part of being embarrassed is having nowhere to hide.  Your kitty has its fur to hide behind now.  Come into the bedroom and we will fix that.”

Roger had set out shaving supplies on his nightstand.  He patted the towel laid over the coverlet and beckoned Nancy.  “Lay down and spread your legs.  Come along now!”

Reluctantly, Nancy did as she was bid.  The position made her thighs burn with the stretch.  Roger set immediately to work, smearing shaving cream over her pretty ginger mound.  She kept herself trimmed neatly, of course, but to be totally bald down there… it was humiliating!

Roger spread the foam around with his own face brush, then brandished a straight razor.  “Stay very still, my dear.  I won’t hurt you, but you must be a good girl and submit to me.”  Nancy barely breathed as he pulled the blade over the top of her mound.  It made a slight shushing sound.  Roger shaved down her pubis then took hold of one of her lips to stretch it taut.  Nancy hated how clinically he touched her.  It somehow made her feel even naughtier.

When he was done, Nancy was bare as a babe.  He smoothed a warm washcloth over her skin then picked up a mirror so that she could see herself.  Nancy was amazed at how small and pink her naked sex was.

Roger poured something from a bottle and rubbed it vigorously between his palms while she examined herself.  “Spread wider, darling,” he said.  Then he rubbed the substance on her newly bared sex.

Nancy swallowed a scream.  It was aftershave burning up her pussy!  She writhed on the bed.

Roger broke into a hearty laugh.  “That should keep you nice and fresh.  Wouldn’t want razor burn, now, would we?”  He patted her burning mound proprietarily.  Nancy twitched.  It hurt!

“You’re half prepared now. Go into the bathroom.  I’ve set out a douche for you.”  He followed her into the master bath and watched as she examined the bulb and the little bottle beside it.  “I quite like how you are naturally,” he told her, “but for punishments you must be extra clean.  This is a proper Lysol douche.  Go ahead.”

Squirming under his gaze, Nancy opened the packaging and prepared the cleanser.  She got into the tub to use it, putting one leg up on the lip.  Roger came closer and took a seat on the toilet to watch.  She inserted the nozzle and felt the liquid rush up into her.  It tingled strangely but didn’t hurt.  She let it drip back out, then refilled the bulb with clear water.  After both cleansings, Roger beckoned her forward and examined her pussy.

“Excellent.  This little kitty is nice and bare and clean.  All ready for it’s punishment now!”  Nancy whimpered in fear. 

He pulled her back into the bedroom and instructed her to put a pillow under her hips and spread her legs as widely as before.

Roger smiled down at her.  “You know what needs to happen first, my dear.  Ask me for it nicely.”

Nancy sobbed.  “Oh Roger, please!”

“None of that,” he told her sharply.  “Good wives obey their husbands.”

“I’m sorry,” she sniffled.  “Please… please spank my kitty.”

Roger’s smile was back.  “Of course, my dear.”

He knelt next to her and began without any further ceremony.

SMACK! Nancy gasped at the pain.   This hurt a lot more than being spanked on her bottom!

Roger swatted her again.  “Look at that kitty jump,” he said, admiring.  He slapped he again, making her plump little lips jiggle.  “I think I enjoy this nearly as much as fucking that pretty puss.”

Nancy certainly didn’t.  Roger spanked her thoroughly.  With her legs in this humiliating position, she could see the whole punishment.   Nancy watched her skin heat up and her pussy turn ruby red under his punishing hand.  She cried but didn’t beg.  She knew that nothing she could do would stop her spanking before Roger was satisfied.

Roger spanked her until her lips were swollen and red.  Finally, he leaned back and examined her thoughtfully.  “That should do as a warmup.  I want this puss nice and hot and sensitive.”  He ran one finger over her bright red cleft.  “It has a lot of punishment yet to go.”