SPRING
STORM |
by
John Marmot |
"Walter, you're finally home! Where have you
been, little one?"
Walter Ludwig stood in the foyer, a wet mess. His
thin black hair
was plastered to his head, stray locks getting in
his eyes. He had
been crying; his sky blue eyes were red. His clothes,
what was left
of them were muddy tatters. He was missing one sandal,
the other was
hanging by a thread.
"Oh, Mommy! It was awful! I was going to walk
home, because I know
you don't like to come and get me when I work late
at the lab, and it
started raining and I fell off the bridge into Beaver
Creek and --"
he broke off, sobbing.
Virginia hurried to her husband, her heart pounding.
Poor little
Walter, out in that frightening storm, nearly getting
himself drowned,
and all because he didn't want to inconvenience
her.
"So considerate, and now I get to clean up
the mess for it," she
thought ruefully.
"There, there, honey." She cupped his
thin dripping face in her soft,
warm hands hands and kissed his wet forehead. "You're
home now. Just
wait right here while I get a towel."
Walter stood there, soaked and miserable, watching
Virginia's
plump derriere swaying under her terrycloth robe
as she went for the
towel. At least it was nice and warm in here, and
Ginnie had on some
Handel. Feuerwerksmusik gently filled the air. He
closed his eyes
and listened to the music.
"Papa, you're all muddy! Yuck!"
Walter opened his eyes, startled. Ginnie came into
the living room
with a large wet washcloth, behind her five year
old Kristi carried a
bath towel. "Yes, Papa fell into the creek,
wasn't that naughty?"
Mommy asked their daughter, who nodded her agreement.
"Here, little one, let's get these
wet things off." Virginia pulled
off the muddy shirt and helped her little husband
out of his torn
jeans. He blushed as she peeled the wet denim from
his spindley legs.
"Um, I can do it, Mommy." An
embarrassed Walter hid behind Ginnie's
girthsome body, but his inquisitive daughter peered
around to see what
he was hiding.
Spank!
"Stand still, little Walter." Ginnie's
plump hand stung his cold, wet
thigh, and left a red hand-shaped impression. "You
trying to do
things on your own got you into this mess in the
first place. Now
stand still and let me help." She turned to
Kristi. "Taking care of
helpless little males is what all females are for."
Walter blushed as his wife stood over him, washing
the muddy water
off his arms and shoulders, his face and middle.
But at the sight of
his five year old's cobalt blue eyes widening as
Ginnie reached for
his undershorts, he rebelled.
Virginia left her small, defiant husband's hands
on the waistband of
his undies, and once again took her husband's worried
face in her
hands, focusing his attention on her warm green
eyes.
"Dear one, I love you and I know you are embarrassed,
but if you don't
stop resisting me and let me pull those filthy underpants
off and wash
your penis and bottom, then when I get them off,
I will spank you."
She kissed him. "wouldn't that be much more
embarrassing in front of
your daughter than simply obeying a female's will?"
Walter nodded and stood still. Ginnie was right,
but still he
couldn't help crying as after she helped him step
out of his
underwear, Ginnie started washing his bottom in
front of his
daughter.
"Don't cry, Papa." Walter started as a
surprisingly strong little
hand gripped his own. "It's always better with
females in charge."
Walter dried his eyes, taking odd comfort from the
diminuitive figure
holding his hand. But he let go and backed away
as Ginnie lingered on
his penis and scrotum. The feel of her soft blunt
fingers on his
privates was giving him an erection, and in front
of his daughter that
was intolerable. "Ginnie, stop it now!"
He protested, then bowed
over in sickening agony.
Ginnie relaxed her grip on the foolish little man's
fragile
testicles. "Naughty Walter! I said resisting
me would get you
spanked, and spanked you will be." She turned
to Kristi. "Be a
dear and get Momma's hairbrush."
"Please don't do this, Ginnie." Walter
began as his wife returned to
washing off his muddy legs and feet. Her grip on
his legs was firm as
she ran the washcloth over him, and the realization
of just how strong
his angry wife was made his heart beat hard. "Please,
this isn't
necessary."
"I'm afraid it is, little one." Ginnie
stood and wrapped an arm
around his thin shoulders. She supported him as
he doubled over,
gasping in pain as her plump fingers again squeezed
his scrotum
savagely. "Never, ever argue with me when I
discipline you. When you
resist me or any female, bad things happen."
She let go and held him close as her weak, helpless
man
dissolved into tears. She cuddled him close, the
sound of Kristi's
little feet pounding on the stairs signalling her
return. She waited
until her daughter was once more present before
continuing the
training of her husband.
Too soon, Walter's daughter returned with his wife's
big hairbrush,
tapping the back against the palm of one hand, meaningfully.
Ginnie
stood and brushed away the tears from his eyes.
"Walter, what's my name?" she asked.
"Virginia Ann Ludwig," came his timid
reply.
"And what do you call me?" the irritation
was evident in her voice.
"M-mommy." Walter backed up a step, fear
eched across his face.
She took a couple of steps toward him. "And
who calls me Ginnie?"
Walter backed up another step, felt the wall against
his back. "Your
friends," he whispered. Out of the corner of
his eye, he saw Kristi,
following her parents, and unfortunately also their
conversation.
"All of my friends?" Virginia demanded.
"No, just female friends."
"And what happened to you last time you called
me 'Ginnie'?"
"Got spanked," Walter mumbled, butterflies
in his stomach.
"That's right, Walter." She put a comforting
hand on his trembling
shoulder. "So now you get two spankings. One
for resisting Mommy
when you were having your penis washed in front
of Kristi, and one for
calling me Ginnie, when you knew better. Now will
you submit, or must
I hold you down while your little daughter spanks
your bottom with
my hairbrush?"
Walter's eyes met hers. She couldn't be serious!
But he knew Ginnie
-- Mommy -- never made idle threats. He found his
voice. "I, um,
I'll submit, Mommy."
Virginia led her little husband to the couch, sat
down and pulled him
across her ample lap. She wiggled him a little so
that his penis was
positioned between her thighs. She squeezed it between
her legs
affectionately.
"Now Kristi, when you have a naughty male that
you are spanking, you
first make sure his bottom is exposed. It's not
an issue this time,
because Papa was already naked, but otherwise you'd
pull down his
pants and undies. It is never as effective to try
to spank a male
through his clothes. You'd have to damage him for
him to feel
sufficient pain, and that would be wrong."
Spank!
Mommy stroked Walter's little buns. "Now little
one, this is not
your spanking, but I wanted to demonstrate this
to Kristi first. See,
dear, how Mommy's hand covers Papa's whole bottom?
Your hands are
still much too small, but when you are older you
will get similar
results. For now, you will just spank your male
as thoroughly as
possible."
Walter was just laying there, embarrassed. He wished
Mommy would just
get on with the spanking. But no sooner had he thought
it, Mommy
announced to him that he was being spanked now for
not calling her
"Mommy."
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! Walter cried out in pain as
his wife's hand
warmed his bottom, cried out in embarrassment as
his five year old
girl watched him get spanked, then just cried as
the painful spanking
broke through what bravado he could muster. SPANK!
SPANK! SPANK!
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! As she spanked him, Mommy scolded
Walter
about showing her, and all females, proper respect,
and how she was
prepared to care for him just as his mommy had,
and she deserved to
be called "Mommy," and how it was so disrespectful
to call her a
nickname, as if he was her equal, and how it was
a bad example to
their daughter of how gentlemen treated the females
in their lives.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
Virginia listened carefully as Walter's self-conscious
exclamations
turned into reluctant, embarrassed wails, and finally
into the real
little-boy crying that told her he was punished
enough. She rubbed
her little man on his heaving back as he sobbed
miserably. She gently
stroked his sore red bottom. She bent over him and
murmered loving
words, reminding him of her love, that Mommy would
always love her
little Walter, and always care for him.
And she saw her five year old daughter drinking
the whole scene in.
Virginia knew this evening would help shape Kristi's
view of how
females treated the males in their lives. Now came
the difficult
part of her plan.
"There, there, Walter." Mommy's big soft
hand felt soothing on his
back, and made him feel calm. His bottom was so
sore, and felt like
it could heat the house. He had forgotten that anything
else was
coming, and relaxed atop his wife's thick legs.
"Walter, you must now be spanked for resisting
me earlier." Walter
tensed on her lap. "Now, I know you can't really
take more spankings,
but it is so important that I can trust you to obey,
even when you are
embarrassed!" Despite himself, Walter whimpered
in fear. He heard
Kristi approach, but was beyond embarrassment now.
He wept at the
mere idea of enduring Mommy's hairbrush spanking
when he was this
hurt.
"I know you're sad, dearest." Mommy said
to him. "I think I know a
way to make this bearable for you." Walter
lifted his head up at the
revelation of a way out, then dropped it, miserable
again as his wife
went on to explain.
"Walter, you have a choice: either be spanked
by me with my big
hairbrush, or be spanked by Kristi with her little
hand."
Virginia let her huband weep some more; he was an
emotional man, and
it was better to let out his emotions than bottle
them. Besides,
revealing the weakness and helplessness of males
was good for her
daughter. Already Kristi's expression bore the pity
and concern that
would blossom one day into a powerful maternal love
for all males
under her care.
"Which is it, little one? Mommy spank or Kristi
spank?"
"K-kristi spank." Walter sobbed aloud
at the thought that his five
year old was to give him a spanking. Mommy again
stroked Walter's
back and told him he made the best decision.
"Now, Kristi, you spank Papa with your hand.
He was naughty because
he wouldn't let Momma wash his penis in front of
you. We care about
Papa and want him to be healthy and to let the females
in his life
care for him, so it's important to spank him so
his bottom will remind
him to obey from now on."
By the time Momma finished explaining why Papa had
to be spanked,
Kristi was more than willing to do so. She gave
Momma the big white
hairbrush, and eagerly lifted her stubby hand, when
Momma gently took
her wrist.
"Remember, Kristi, Momma is letting you help
discipline Papa, to help
you learn how to treat all males, but Papa is Momma's
husband. It's
kind of like he belongs to Momma." Virginia
let go of her attentive
daughter's wrist as she explained this necessity.
"Papa's your swave." her preschooler added
sagaciously.
"That's right, Kristi. When a female marries
a male, that makes him
her slave, and Papa is Momma's slave."
Walter squirmed uncomfortably on Mommy's lap as
she revealed this
very personal detail of their life together. Virginia
sensed her
husband's discomfort and squeezed his penis between
her legs
comfortingly.
"And since Papa belongs to Momma,"she
went on, "usually only Momma
will punish him for naughtiness and reward him for
goodness, does
that make sense?"
"Yes, Momma. Papa is yours and taking him without
permission is
stealing." Virginia was surprised and pleased
with her daughter's
perception. "Can I spank him now?"
Virginia suppressed a giggle. "Of course, dear."
Kristy eagerly whapped Papa's already red bottom
like Momma did
again and again. She also tried scolding him like
Momma did, but
couldn't both scold and spank. Momma suggested she
just spank, and
she doubled her efforts, the sound of her little
hand echoing off the
walls.
Walter didn't think it was possible to hurt more
than after Mommy's
spanking, but Kristi's little hand landed repeatedly
with such force
that his bottom was quickly on fire again, and despite
himself, he
wept unashamedly. The walls echoed with the sound
of Walter's
wailing sobs and his daughter's spanking hand.
Virginia stopped her daughter after only about five
minutes. Her
husband was by that time thoroughly broken, and
any more spanks would
have been pointless cruelty. She knew that in time
Kristi would learn
when to stop on her own. She picked her husband
up and cuddled him to
her breast. "This is the most important part
of any spanking, Kristi.
Helping your male to know you still love him, and
that he is
forgiven."
Walter wept against Mommy's bosom, and felt so comforted
when she
kissed him. He was aware of Mommy and Kristi talking,
but it was more
important that Mommy loved him, even if he had been
naughty.
When he was himself again, Mommy allowed Walter
to climb off her
lap. He knelt before his wife and kissed her feet
repeatedly all
over, confessing his love to her, and thanking her
for punishing his
naughtiness away. She responded with loving words
that made his
heart feel nice and warm. Walter's penis was swelling
as he lovingly
kissed his wife's feet and she gently told him of
her love.
"Now Papa kiss my feet!" Exclaimed Kristi,
who wanted both a reward
for her earlier efforts, and to participate in her
parents' affection
toward each other.
Walter's embarrassment was renewed as the little
girl pulled on his
arm. Of course, she had already seen him reduced
to a weepy infant
by his wife. Beside that, his erection was, so to
speak, a small
matter.
"Here are some kisses, dear daughter!"
Walter got up and tackled
the preschooler, blowing on her tummy and feet until
she was a mass
of ticklish giggles. She was so ticklish, and this
more normal
activity at least chased away his embarrasing erection.
Walter felt
rejuvenated.
"What a very good husband you are!" Virginia
praised Walter. She
helped him off Kristi, so the five year old could
stand. "Now, your
daughter told you to do something, didn't she?"
At his wife's direction, Walter knelt before their
daughter and
meekly kissed the five year old's feet.
Then he stood naked in the living room, watching
the fierce storm
from inside the nice warm house, while Mommy got
Kristi a cup of
water, and put her to bed.
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