Nancy's Outdoor Ordeal Pt 1

   

              It was a hot day in late July.  The sun boiled down and everything was still and sweltering.  Nancy’s dress stuck to her like plastic wrap.  She had done the dishes, vacuumed, then collapsed into a miserable puddle in front of the living room fan.  It was too hot for much else.

           Nancy lounged most of the afternoon.  She considered making dinner but dismissed it.  If Roger wanted a hot dinner on a day like today, he could fend for himself!  Nancy wouldn’t be fooling around in the kitchen just to get heatstroke.  Nor would she be cleaning, baking or anything else! 

              Nancy had worked herself into a downright foul mood by the time Roger came home at 4:30.

              “Honey?” he called form the doorway.

              “In the living room,” she called back, tone a bit short.   

              A moment later Roger entered, his cheeks flushed, and tie already undone.  “Hello dear.  What a heatwave, eh?”

              “It sure is.”  She adjusted herself on the sofa to get as much breeze from the fan as she could.

              “How was your day?”

              “Miserable,” she snapped.  “Tell me again why we can’t get an air conditioning unit?”

              “We can,” Roger replied, a little taken aback.  “We just need to wait until my latest raise goes through.  I told you that, dear.”

              Nancy made an indelicate sound.  “And when will that be?”

              There was a pause.  “There’s no cause to speak to me like that, Nancy.  We’ll get a nice modern AC unit just as soon as we can.”

              Really, Nancy thought much later, it would have been so much easier to leave the conversation there.  But she was hot, sweaty and in a foul mood.  Her tongue ran away with her.

              “Hah!  If you were half as good a manager as all that we’d have had one last year!  Never mind raises, we’ll be lucky to get something before Christmas.”

              This time the silence was much longer.  When Roger spoke, it was with slow deliberation.  “I know that it’s a terribly hot day.  I haven’t had any better a one than you.  I’m willing to overlook your rudeness in light of that.  Let’s have a nice drink together and try to salvage the evening.”

              “Pff!  I’m not being rude; I’m just being honest.  If you’ve got a problem with it, then go back to work!”

              Nancy could feel Roger’s temper snap.  The house went suddenly still, and she had a brief moment to consider how foolish she’d just been.

              “Excuse me?  Are you telling me to leave my own house?”

              Nancy felt an uncomfortable flutter in her stomach.  She knew that she should back down, but with the heat and her own misery, she just couldn’t make herself do it.  “If you like!”

              “Who paid this mortgage, Nancy?”

              She didn’t answer, turning instead to expose the back of her neck to the fan’s caress.

              “Nancy?”  No reply.  “I see.  I see quite well actually.  Clearly you need something hotter than the weather to take your mind off things.

              “Spank me all you want.  It won’t change anything,” she replied with foolish haste.

              Roger looked at her, watching the way her dress billowed in the fan’s breeze.  “No, I don’t think that will answer the purpose.  You swore to stand by me through sickness and health, thick and thin.  Clearly you need harsh reminder of what that promise meant.”

              Finally, far too late, Nancy’s sense overtook her passion.  “Oh, Roger.  I’m sorry.  I wasn’t thinking of it like that.”

              He shook his head sharply.  “Whether you were or weren’t, what you said was totally unacceptable.  If you’re truly sorry, take your clothes off and wait for punishment like a good girl.  If you’re not, I’ll make sure you are by the end of the day.”

              Nancy’s stomach turned and her eyes felt hot and dry.  “Roger…”

              He made a sharp motion with his hand.  “Undress.”

              Slowly, she stood.  With shaking hands, she peeled off her thin housedress, then stepped out of her panties.  She folded both and placed them neatly on a side table.

              “I’m ready, Roger.”

              “Not by half,” he told her.  “Stand in the corner until I’m ready for you.”   

              Roger was gone for a long time, 15 or more minutes by Nancy’s guess.  She had plenty of time to realize how foolish she’d been and to wish she’d kept her temper.

              “Nancy?” Roger finally called.  “Come out to the yard.”

              Each step was a small eternity.  Nancy walked out, supremely conscious of all her overheated, over-tender skin on display.  Roger waited in the breezeway between the garage and house.  He had a coil of rope in his hands.

              “Come here.”  His voice brooked no disobedience.

              Nancy trailed up to him, eyes on the ground and feeling very small. 

              “Over your tantrum?  Too bad.”  He strode out into the yard without waiting for a reply.  “Come along.”

              Nancy followed, the grass prickly under her bare feet.  It had been soft a week ago, but the heat wave had made it as dry and brittle as her temper.  Roger stopped in the middle of the backyard.  He waited until she joined them, then motioned to the ground. “Lay down.”  She gave him an imploring look, but it had no effect.  Under the intense scrutiny of his dark eyes, she lowered herself to the grass.

              He knelt next to her.  “Legs up.”

              In short order, he had her securely caught in the rope.  She lay on her back, curled into a ‘c’ with her legs up over her head and her arms pulled behind her.  In this undignified position, her bare pussy lay open and vulnerable, facing the sky.

“Roger?” she quavered.

“We’ll start by preparing the canvas,” he told her.  “A little time in the sun should make everything nice and tender, don’t you think?”

Without another word, Roger turned and headed back into the house.

The sun beat down.  Nancy’s skin warmed quickly.  Sweat formed in the cradles of her thighs and the hollows of her neck.  It dripped ticklishly down her skin.  Below her, the grass pricked at her back.  She could just see her own pussy, brazenly exposed to the sky. 

Time passed.  She heard the screen door open once, but Roger didn’t come over and it shut again.  She fancied she could see her poor pussy began to pink under the relentless sun.

The afternoon dragged on.  Nancy’s skin began to feel hot and tight.  Everything from the soles of her feet to her breasts to her widespread pussy was being roasted by the hot July sun.

When she was sure that she would have real trouble walking for the next few days, Roger returned.  “Hello my dear.”  He sounded much calmer now and she heard a clink of ice against a glass.  “How is the suntan coming along?”

He crouched beside her and pressed a finger into the meat of her thigh.  He lifted it after a moment and looked at the result.  A slow smile spread across his handsome face.  “Tanned indeed.  And without a single spank.  I should do this more often.”

He rose and paced across the yard.  Nancy couldn’t imagine what he was looking for, but after a few laps, she heard him utter a pleased exclamation.  “Just what we need!” he announced for her benefit.  “But first…”

He returned to her side and began to untie her.  Nancy didn’t feel any relief.  She knew that her punishment was far from over.  Indeed, as soon as she was free, Roger began tying her into a new configuration.  Using his own shin for balance, he tied her in a sitting position.  Nancy squirmed and twitched.  The grass was now poking directly into the base of her sunburnt pussy.

“Now, now my girl,” he murmured.  “None of your fussing.  You’ve been utterly rotten today.”

“I’m sorry, Roger,” she gasped.  One long blade of grass tickled her rosebud abominably.

“Maybe, maybe not.  But you certainly will be.”

When he was finished, he took a deep breath and heaved her up.  In a few quick strides he carried her across the lawn.  There he left her.

He was back in moments.  Now he carried one of the outdoor iron tables.  He sat it somewhere behind her, then pulled her the few inches back to lean on one of its legs.  With another short length of rope, she was bound in place.

Roger stood back and looked her over.  “Excellent.”

Something clinked as he picked something up.  After a moment of confusion, she realized it was a jar of honey.   Roger knelt down before her and began spooning it into the grass.  Nancy was utterly confused.  He spooned out scoop after scoop, making a trail toward her.  Finally, he laid a dollop on the grass in front of her pussy, then used the back of the spoon to smooth the honey up and over her spread lips.  Then he sat back on his haunches.

“Yes, this should do it,” he said with the satisfaction of a man completing a puzzle.  “But I think we need one more thing.”

He scooped up some honey and popped the spoon into her mouth.  “Hold onto that, Nancy.  If you let go, I’ll leave you out here all night.”

Nancy nodded her understanding of the order, but still couldn’t understand what this new punishment was.  Roger retreated into the house for a few moments, then returned with a chair and a new drink.  He sat down 3 feet from her and settled in to watch.

What is Roger's sadistic plan?