Nancy's Pussy Punishment (Part 2)

 

“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.”

Their next destination, confusingly, was the garage.  Roger led her to a foot ladder and instructed her to bend over it.  As she did, he pulled out stout lengths of garden twine and tied her by her wrists and ankles to the legs of the ladder.   He gave it an experimental rock, but it stood steady.  Now Nancy’s pussy was the highest point of her body.  Her head hung low, and she could see Roger’s legs from between her own.

He moved away, then returned carrying something.  “I noticed the new clothespins you were using the other day.  Very clever little things, much better than the old kind.  It gave me an idea.”  Slowly and gently, Roger pulled one lip of her pussy outward.  He took a clip in one hand and placed it to one side over her lip.  Then he let go.

Nancy yelped in alarm.  The pin felt almost like it was tearing her!  Roger placed another next to it.  She began to cry harshly.  “Darling, it hurts so!”

“It’s supposed to.  I’ll be dealing out quite a bit of suffering to this pussy.”  He punctuated his point by wiggling the lip he still held. 

“But Roger!  Please!  My kitty can’t take it.  I’ll get torn up.”

“Nonsense,” he said, tone becoming more serious.  “I told you before that I would never hurt you.  I tested these out and you’ll be perfectly fine tomorrow.  I’m a little concerned that you don’t trust me to take care of you.”  He sounded a little hurt.

“Ohh,” she wept, “I’m sorry.  I trust you, I do!”

“I hope so.  Nancy, you’ve been a very careless, foolish girl.  I intend to teach you a lesson about responsibility through this naughty pussy.  You will be a better wife at the end of this punishment.  All I do is for your benefit.”

He pulled her pussy lip again and set another clip.

In all, Roger managed to place four clips on each lip of her outer pussy, one on each of her inner lips and one on the hood over her clitoris.  As an afterthought, he placed one each on her nipples. 

“I’m going to mow the lawn now dearest.  You think about the proper planning for a good hostess, and I will be back when I’m done.”  She saw him leave the garage, and a minute later the lawnmower engine started up.

By the time Roger returned, Nancy’s tenderized pussy had gone numb.  Helpfully, Roger took each of the clips off one by one.  That was how Nancy learned that the sensation coming back to her numb lips hurt just as much as the initial application.  She yelped her way through the whole process.

When he was done, Roger ruffled her lips in a humiliating manner.  “My dear!” He exclaimed.  Now you have pretty little dimples on your cheeks, pretty little dimples on your ass – he touched one – and yet more dimples on your puss!  How charming!”  He laughed and patted her lips once more.

“Well now.  I’ve got the lawn all trimmed and while I was out there, I collected something for you.  Do you remember what’s out by the pines at the edge of the yard?”

Nancy though wildly for a moment.  The pines?  There were weeds over there.  They hadn’t yet had time to clear that area since they’d moved it.  What could be out there?

Then it came to her.  Nettles. 

The thing was, Nancy had heard about nettles.  As a child her sister had fallen into a patch at their grandma’s house.  While Grandma had seen to her sister’s sore arms and legs, she told the girls that her father had whipped her behind with nettles when she’d been naughty as a child.  Years into the future, the memory hit Nancy like an automobile.

Roger had been waiting while she thought.  “Well, my dear?  What do you think I brought you?”

Nancy’s pussy winked anxiously in anticipation.  “I know, Roger.”

“Oh, do you?  Very good, darling.  Then I shall get started.”

A hand in a thick leather work glove appeared between her legs.  It held a tight bunch of bright green leaves.

As mentioned, Roger was a thorough man.  He ran the bunch around her mound and the outer lips of her first.  Then he spread her with one hand and began giving the nettles intimate acquaintance with all her pink parts.  The tiny nettle barbs stung her over and over, leaving her pussy red, swollen, and stinging like nothing she’d known before.  Roger took care to untuck her clitoris from its hiding spot and tease it with the tip of a nettle.  Finally, he tucked a handful just barely into her canal and let her lips close over the rest.  Then he stood back to admire his work.

“Oh, that is a sight!  I find that all of God’s creation seems prepared to help mankind.  Sometimes by giving womankind something to think about!”

He only left the nettles in for a minute or so, telling her that the initial sting would be quite effective.  Then Roger untied her and helped her to stand up.  The blood rushed to her head while below, her kitty sang a song of suffering.  Overwhelmed, she began to sob helplessly.

“Oh, my poor dove.”  Roger kissed the side of her head.  “It hurts so, doesn’t it?  I’m sorry, darling.  I wish I didn’t have to punish you so harshly.  But husbands must correct their wives firmly.”  He put an arm around her slim waist.  “Come along to the kitchen.  I’ll get you a glass of water and you can clean your face before we finish your punishment.”

True to his word, Roger sat her down on a stool at the kitchen counter and let her pull herself together for nearly a half hour.  She was so grateful that he loved her and took care of her.  All the same, the time she took in calming down was also time for her to contemplate what further punishments might be in store.

After she’d finished her water and her tears had dried, Roger took a seat by the kitchen table and patted his lap. 

“Come on over, darling.  We’ll give your kitty a little longer to recover.  I need to give you a sound bottom warming and now is as good a time as any.”

Nancy sniffled wretchedly.  It was bad enough that she was getting such a private and painful set of punishments today.  Did she really need a spanking too?  She gave Roger a soulful look.

“Never mind those puppy eyes.”  He meant to sound stern, but it came out fond.  “You’ve been a silly girl and silly girls are spanked.  Now put your bottom over my knee where I can do it some good.”

Nancy walked slowly to her fate, eyes down.  Roger helped her over his lap and adjusted her position to his liking.  He pushed her bottom up high, then closed on leg over her thighs, pinning her in place.  So far, he had only done that during her two hardest spankings.  Nancy felt that boded badly for her bottom.  She stared miserably down at the kitchen linoleum as he gently patted her hind cheeks.  She felt so helpless with her bottom thrust up for punishment.  He performed their usual ritual, and she asked the hated question – “will you give me a good spanking?”

A moment later it began.  Roger landed a sharp spank to the center of her right cheek, then her left.  At first, he concentrated on those two spots alone, landing spank after spank in the same place.  It quickly became unbearable.  Nancy writhed ineffectively, trying to get her cheeks out of the way of the terrible sting.  Roger just clamped her legs down harder and kept spanking.

“Oh, Oh!”  She cried and begged him to stop.  Roger just chuckled and told her they were a long way from finished.  The two center spots on her cheeks were red hot.  After another full minute of harsh slaps, Roger paused.

“There now, that’s a proper color for a naughty wife.  Sinful red!  I’ve been reading up on spanking techniques, my dear, and I must say, I think the study has helped.  Your little butt has two of the most adorable bullseyes.  And by your wiggling, I’d guess they sting pretty good, huh?”

“Yes, it hurts! I’ll be good, Roger, I’ve learned my lesson.  I swear!”

“Maybe,” Roger conceded, rubbing a hand over her burning crowns.  “But any lesson worth learning is worth learning well.  And this bottom is not well-punished enough for a wife who nearly poisons someone.”  With that, he began again.  Now he spanked around the two center spots he had made, bringing the rest of her buttocks up to the same temperature.

Nancy kicked her feet and howled as he scorched her backside.  Then, horribly, he reached to his left and grabbed something.  Barely missing a beat, he brought it down on Nancy’s helpless nates. 

“Oh no!”  She yelped as it came down again.  The thing was small enough to concentrate each spank down into one fiery spot.  “What is that?” she cried.

“A wooden spoon,” he told her calmly.  “I thought it seemed appropriate to the offense.  It seems to be doing a good job too.”  He brought it down right over the sorest spot on her crown.  Nancy wailed.  “It leaves the cutest little red circles behind.” 

Roger paddled her for five full minutes.  When he was done, Nany was a bawling mess, and her bottom was as well punished as any naughty wife’s.  Roger stood her in the corner by the back door and made them some leftovers for lunch.

  It was nearly an hour later, when Roger finished off his leftover meatloaf.  “Alright Nancy, dear.  I think it’s about time we wrapped this up.  Let’s see to your puss again and put this matter behind us.”

Nancy’s tummy turned to a mass of writing terror.  Her pussy was already so sore!  And he had spanked her so hard!  She forgot herself entirely and begged for Roger to spare any more punishment.  But he only shook his head firmly and took her by the arm.

Roger led her to the bedroom and laid her down with her knees bent and her bottom at the edge of the bed.  He went to the closet then and pulled down a box that Nancy didn’t recognize.  She did recognize the thing he pulled out of it, though.  Shining in the lamplight, it was a speculum just like the one that had been introduced to her at her first gynecological appointment after her wedding.  Nancy paled.

Roger returned to the bed and held the thing up for her inspection.  “Have you seen one of these?”

“Yes Roger,” she answered in a whisper.

His eyebrows lifted.  “You seem concerned.  Have you had one of these in your pretty cunt before, my dear?”

“Yes, at the doctor.  It isn’t nice at all.”

“That is rather the idea.  But not to worry, I’ve read carefully and while it may be uncomfortable, I won’t hurt you.”  With that, he knelt in front of the bed, running one finger over her sore, nettle-welted lips.  Nancy expected him to move on quickly, but he didn’t.  Instead, he continued to gently trace her pussy, tickling, and soothing at the same time.  As he continued, she began to feel a little aroused.  It was lovely to have a soft touch after so much punishment.

Roger continued to stroke her until she was wet, and her hips were twitching up to meet his hand.  He sat back and smiled up at her.  “Excellent.  Remember, pleasure is sometimes just as necessary to your discipline.”

He used her own wetness to slick up the speculum, breathing on the metal to warm it.  Slowly, carefully, he inserted the end into her.  Nancy squirmed a little, but in truth it didn’t hurt.  It was nothing at all like the cold discomfort she remembered form the doctor’s office.  Roger seated the thing all the way in her.  “Alright,” he announced, “let’s open you up my dear.”

He twisted the little screw, and she felt the metal begin to stretch her.  Roger continued to twist, slowly and inexorably.  In turn, the jaws of the speculum opened, and Nancy felt herself begin to gape.  Aroused as she was, it was a very strange feeling.  She could feel the cool air of the room inside her.  It wasn’t bad, she thought, just very strange and a little humiliating.  Roger was looking inside of her, examining the place that he made love to her in a completely new way.  Indeed, his eyes were fixed raptly on her widening entrance.

“You’re so pink,” he marveled.  He turned the screw a few more times, until it was just on the edge of painful.  He dipped one finger into her, feeling around her wide-open walls.  Nancy moaned softly.  Roger smiled mischievously and leaned forward, licking around the metal.  “Delicious,” he teased.  His tongue moved up to her clit and he began to tease her mercilessly.  He flicked at her nub, then sucked it hard.  Back and forth he went until she was half mad with lust.

“Roger, please!  Please!” 

He sat back on his haunches and looked at her.  “Will you remember your lesson today?”

“Yes, Roger.  I will!  I really will!”  Her pussy ached with the strangest mix of pain and desperate arousal. 

“I believe you,” he told her gently.  “You’ve taken your punishment well today, so I will let you finish.”  When he leaned in again, he commenced sucking at her nub so hard she thought it might bruise. 

“Ahh!”  She came, every muscle locking up and the speculum feeling twice as large.  She shuddered for almost half a minute, coming down from the exquisite pleasure.  Roger petted her spread thighs and watched her. 

“Good girl,” he said.  While Nancy lay limp, he loosened the speculum and slid it out.  A warm washcloth soothed over her pussy, and he tugged her further up into the bed.  “Take a nap, darling.  You’ve earned it.”

Smiling sleepily, she drifted off.