Nancy's Outdoor Ordeal Pt 2

 

It took almost five minutes for them to reach her.

The excited nest of ants slowly covered the trial of honey. About 3 inches form her pussy, Nancy finally saw them.  Her eyes bulged and her stomach turned icy.  This couldn’t be what Roger was planning…?

              She looked up to see him smirking cheerfully.  “Finally caught on, eh my dear?  I’ve read that the natives used to stake out prisoners like this.”  He gave a theatrical shudder.  “Can’t imagine what they’d feel like running around all over you.  Must be hell.”

              Nancy opened her mouth, but Roger’s warning jumped to the forefront of her mind.  She clamped her lips around the spoon and stared downward in utter horror. 

              Inch by inch, the ants came closer.  Unbelievably, she couldn’t feel the first one as it ran up her thigh.  She saw it, but it was too tiny for her skin to register.  The another followed.  And two more.  Together, their tiny moments tickled her sensitive skin.  More swarmed up.  They ran up her thighs, the into her open, pink pussy. 

              Nancy shrieked around her impromptu gag.  She wriggled as hard as she could, but there was no give to the ropes.  Instead, a sudden sting emanated from the crease of her buttocks.  Her eyes went even wider.

              Roger was watching all this in fascination.  “Get bitten?” he asked.  “I’d stay still if I were you.”

              Nancy froze, her chest heaving wildly.  The ants continued their tide up her exposed kitty.  The ticklish sensation was even more unbearable as she fought the need to move.  Tears rolled down her flushed cheeks.

              Roger got up and leaned over for a closer look.  “They’re all over, ain’t they?”  The look on is face was that of a little boy with his new model ant colony.  Nancy trembled and suffered while he looked on in detached interest.

              “I think some have gotten down between your cheeks.  Have they?”

              He looked up.  Nancy nodded helplessly.  She could feel them running around the little space that her squashed buttocks opened up in this position.  The honey, heated by the sun, had dripped down.  Ants ran madly over her pucker.

              “Excellent!  I hadn’t even planned for that.”  He beamed at her.  Tears of frustrated humiliation dripped from her chin to her sunburned breasts.  The terrible ticking was going to drive her mad!

              Roger leaned all the way down, his face a foot from her infested puss.  “Look at them go.”

              The ants were everywhere.  The burrowed into every crease of her, tormenting her pucker, her vaginal opening, her lips, even the tiny hole of her urethra.  Unable to control herself any longer, she thrashed in her bonds.

              Nancy was rewarded with immediate pain.  Frightened by the movement, ants bit her in every tender place.  Her voice rose to a shriek around the spoon.

              At the edge of her awareness, Nancy could hear Roger speaking.  A moment later icy liquid washed over her privates, sluicing the ants away. 

Roger untied her from the table leg and hoisted her up and over, so that she lay on her back on it.  He had a watering can she hadn’t noticed in one hand.  In a moment, he poured another gout of water between her legs.

              “Well, that was exciting!  I’m glad I had this handy.”  He emptied the rest of the can over her, then inspected her widespread pussy and cheeks.  “All gone.  Quite an effect, but I’m not sure I’ll try this again.”  Nancy just gasped and cried.

              He hoisted her up bodily and rested her head on his shoulder.  “There, now.  It’s all over.  You were a good girl, so I’ll hold off on any other punishments than a good spanking later tonight.”  He petted her red hair and let her cry herself out.

              When she was finally quiet, he tilted up her chin.  “Do you regret ordering me out of the house?” he asked her seriously, thumbing away her tears.

              “Yes, Roger,” she whispered, overcome. 

              His eyes bored into hers for another minute, then he smiled.  “I believe you.  Now you run along inside and draw yourself a cool oatmeal bath.  When you’re done you can take a little rest or come out and watch TV.  We’ll save your spanking until bedtime.”  He placed a kiss on her forehead, then gave her a little push in the direction of the house.

              Nancy did as she was bid, quite glad to settle her poor sunburned and bitten behind into the bath.  From outside she could hear the mower start up and was a little ashamed to think that Roger was going right along with the chores despite the heat. 

              They had cold sandwiches and pop for dinner, then turned on the Ed Sullivan Show.  All the while, Nancy’s stung pussy itched miserably, and her bottom got hotter and hotter as the sunburn really took hold.  She twitched on the sofa, bur Roger only gave her a sidelong look and didn’t comment.

              Around 9, he got up and turned off the set.  “Alright my dear.  We still have our spanking to see to, so I think we’d best turn in.  I have work tomorrow, after all!”

              Nancy’s green eyes filled with tears.  “Oh, but Roger!  My bottom is so sore from the sunburn.  I don’t think I can take it!”

              Roger’s gaze hardened.  “You can and you will.  Naughty wives get sore bottoms, Nancy.  And I can’t think of anything naughtier than belittling our marriage vows.  Now up you get and prepare to pay the piper.”

              Chastened, Nancy followed her husband into their bedroom.  He gave her a long look, then took one of his least favorite ties out of the closet before he sat down on the edge of the bed.  “I think you may need some help in being a good girl for this punishment, Nancy.  Come here and turn around.”

              A little confused, Nancy did as she was told.  All became clear a moment later.  Roger wound his tie around and between her hands until they were secured behind her.  A prickle of fear ran from Nancy’s nape right down to the base of her spine and her skin broke out into goosebumps.  Roger had never tied her for a simple spanking before.

              “Over we pop,” he told her.  Nancy hesitated, not sure how to get over his lap without falling now that her hands were tied.  But Roger foresaw this and helped her.  It was terribly undignified, stumbling over her husband’s lap to be soundly punished in her helplessness.  The feeling only grew when he adjusted her so that she was over one knee, and his other leg was hooked over her thighs.  She was completely trapped.  All she could do was wait for his hand to begin chastising her poor, upthrust bottom.

              Roger began their ritual. “Why are you being spanked, my dear?”

              “Because I was rude and mean.”

              “True, although what really bothered me was you trying to order me out of my own house.”

              “I’m sorry, Roger,” she sniffled.

              “I’m sure you are now.  What should I do to help that along?”

              Nancy let out a little moan, dreading what was coming. “You should give me a good spanking.”

              “That’s right, my dear.”  Roger ran a hand over her mounds.  “All spankings are good spankings, because they help naughty wives control themselves.  I will be happy to give you one.”

              One firm slap came down in the center of her right cheek.  There was a moment’s delay, then the scorching pain hit.  Nancy howled and jerked, trying instinctively to escape. 

              But there was no escape.  Pinned over her husband’s lap, all she could do was bawl miserably while he punished her tender rear.  Another slap came down on her left cheek, then again on her right.  For a minute, Roger concentrated on making the center of her bottom a new shade of scorching red.  Then he began to spiral out, landing spanks on the sides, tops and – especially - the bottoms of her cheeks.  Nancy had hoped that he might make the spanking a little lighter on her sunburn, but her hopes were in vain.  Roger thrashed her while she ineffectually kicked her feet. 

Each hearty spank was its own fiery hell.  Nancy wailed and blubbered.  The spanking stung like nothing she could have imagined.  She was sure that Roger was literally blistering her butt!  Usually, Nancy tried her best to keep still while Roger tanned her, but tonight it was absolutely impossible.  She wiggled and kicked her feet wildly up and down, though nothing broke either Roger’s hold or his tempo. 

“I can see that this is really getting through,” he told her, a little out of breath.  “I’ll have to remember tanning you before I tan you, as it were.”  He chuckled, then focused his spanks on her sit spots and thighs.  She bucked in his hold.  “Wiggle all you like dearest, your cute little butt will get the spanking it so richly deserves.”  He redoubled his efforts, covering every inch of her burnt butt.  He spanked and spanked, always confident that ‘long’ was the way to go with punishments.

By the time he finished, Nancy was a mess.  Tears and snot covered her face.  No spanking before had ever hurt so much.  Roger helped her up and got her a tissue.  “There, now.  Your bottom is properly seen to.  What do you have to say?”

“Th-thank you,” she gasped, “for giving me a good spanking.”

“You’re most welcome, dear.  I think we can overlook corner time tonight.  You’ve had a long day and I’m confident that the lesson was learned.  Come along to bed.”

Roger tucked her in next to him and turned off the light.  As he stroked her hair, Nancy slipped off to sleep.