Prodigal Wives

Chapter 2

“Ouch! Stop!” She wiggled and roared. But to no avail.

Bryan Jones, a very practiced and efficient administrator of corporal punishment on mis-behaving ladies, took great pains to see that this one was delivered with a thoroughness the woman would not be forgetting any time soon. Each smack delivered the skin turned a more vivid shade. Though her bouncing flesh was becoming blotched and raw, was still not deterred. He knew full well what was necessary to make an impression on a woman like .

“Ouch! Oh, my god, stop!” she wailed, as her desperate pleas were turning into sobs. “I’m sorry, I am. Please, please.” Her garbled cries were mixed with tears, her face now as flushed as her scalding behind.

“You think you’ve learned your lesson, Mrs. Sullivan?” she heard ’s voice above the din of her own noisy bawling.

“Yes, yes please!” She prayed for some mercy.

Delivering the last several smacks to each angrily burning cheek, finished the spanking and laid the paddle down.

The silence that followed the wild foray was deafening. Neither one wanted to speak. What was there to say? The warmth on ’s bottom was extraordinary, and more than pain, that warmth seemed to traverse her body in a lovely flood of delicious energy. Astounded by the fact, she was hard-pressed to understand what was happening to her. She wanted off the man’s lap, but decided against making any rash moves, especially when he was still holding her tightly about the waist.

“I’m sure you find this treatment old-fashioned, chauvinistic and downright absurd. But believe me, you’ll feel better about a lot of things when you look back on it. Just think of this as washing the slate clean. You’ve paid for your dalliance, now you can resolve to put such things behind you, and be the wife your husband expects.”

That said, pushed off his lap and steadied her as she got back on her feet. For an instant, she totally forgot the fact that her shorts had been unceremoniously tossed to the floor and she was standing naked from the waist down. Bryan Jones, after having had a rather intimate view of her behind, was now getting a full view of her womanly treasures as well. Lena Sullivan, a tease whether clothed or not, was quite a lovely sight half naked. The soft bush of black curls between her legs was shaved close, prettily shaped into a small sensuous “V” that pointed directly at her slightly parted labia.

“Ooo, you horrible man!” she charged, realizing what a view he was getting. Grabbing her shorts off the floor she had them back in place seconds later.

About to leave the office, stopped her one more time.

“By the way, I expect you to enroll in one of my classes. I want to keep a close eye on you.”

“Frankly I had no intention of returning to this gym under these conditions.”

“No,” he shook his head. “I don’t think it would be a good idea to change your venue. You’re better off staying right here, unless of course, you want to explain to Jeremy why you’ve made the change.”

“I could explain it very easily.”

“And I could still tell him what a lousy wife he has.”

“You’re going to hold this over my head forever, aren’t you?”

“No, not forever. But at least for a while I’m going to thoroughly enjoy making sure you behave yourself. I warn you, I will repeat today’s treatment if I have to. And believe me this was just child’s play, so to speak. Your next go round won’t be so easy.”

If this was easy, didn’t want to know what could be worse.

“I keep a strap handy, a hairbrush and a cane,” he answered the question for her. “They all have their own special magic.”

“You really are serious, aren’t you?” said, quite sobered.

raised his blonde eyebrows, and smirked.

“Dead serious, Mrs. Sullivan.”

***

Bryan Jones was exasperating, devious and beyond shame. Not only did he force to attend one hell of a grueling Japanese sword class, he seemed to be present everywhere she was when she was at the gym. couldn’t turn around but that wasn’t eyeing her from some secretive corner. She could swear he was often in two places at once. The only place he wasn’t able to enter was the woman’s lockers, but that was hardly necessary, since no man was allowed inside. Just for spite, mused about having an affair with a woman, the idea quite appealing; but she had no clue what woman in the club might be as interested in a female/female liaison as she was. Nonetheless, she’d be damned if she’d allow that horrible man to spoil one of the reasons she spent so much time at the gym in the first place. She was just enough brat, and just sly enough to take the man’s restrictions on her behavior as a challenge. Only a matter of time, she told herself, it’s only a matter of time, and I’ll get to him, she vowed.

Bryan Jones, reading Lena Sullivan’s thoughts, knew the challenge was on, and for his part, he planned to do everything in his power to thwart the recalcitrant wife in her lascivious plans.

While Lena remained good as gold in the athletic club, she wasn’t above a few dates from admirers that led her to the back of cozy bars for a glass of wine and a little innocent tete a tete. There was really nothing scandalous about her brief encounters with these men. Just some laughs and little playful banter, and occasionally a straying hand. She had no intention of giving Bryan Jones any real ammunition. It was just the idea of being naughty that made these moments such devilish fun. That was of course, until she found herself in the clutches of Mark Wainright. She’d had her eyes on the man for years, long before she’d met Jeremy. Having run into him at numerous parties and flirting with him on occasion, she just couldn’t help herself when she found he’d joined the athletic club and was regularly working out at the same time she did. To her delight and consternation, for the first time ever, Mark Wainright seemed to truly notice her. His attentions were difficult to oppose, especially since she wanted them so much.

“I am married,” she whispered to him one morning, after he suggested they have coffee together when they were finished with their workout. “And these walls have ears.” She looked around suspiciously.

“Oh,” he whispered back. “Then I’ll meet you down at the Parkside Cafe at ten.” Mark seemed rather amused by her deviousness, but completely willing to play along.

’s only fear was that Bryan Jones, watching as usual, read too much into the brief exchange. For the three weeks since he’d spanked her, she’d kept clear of him, other than the required class. The truth was, the work out he gave her was actually having some positive effect. Fighting with Kendo swords allowed her to get her aggressions out, especially when it was Bryan himself she was paired with. She never won, but as the days went on, she was beginning to get in some good cuts. was noticeably impressed. Unfortunately, he still kept as keen an eye on her as he had the first day after their confrontation. On this occasion, just to throw him off guard, she made a bogus call within his earshot, supposedly making arrangements with her friend Meg to meet her at the mall when she was finished at the gym. was a subtle and effective actress, so she thought. Nothing would spoil her date with Mark.

Coffee with Mark Wainright turned out to be everything she’d hoped for. He was charming, witty, and very sexy, coming on to her with such sensuous words and hands-on affection, she would have climbed into bed with him in a second. In a quiet corner of the cafe, they were well away from the other customers. Well into their conversation, Mark’s hands were playfully making their way up her thigh when she sat up straight, changed her expression in an instant, having just spotted Bryan Jones. The man literally appeared out of thin air. He was some distance from her, so she couldn’t be sure if he’d really seen her, and then he moved on. was left with an anxiously beating heart. The remainder of her date with Mark was spoiled, though she tried not to let on. When the two parted, it was with the agreement that they’d have to get together again. Though was afraid that it wouldn’t be very soon.

The next day, was at the gym as usual. Finishing her workout she was about to leave when she felt ’s presence next to her; that overwhelming feeling of being captured making her quake both inside and out.

“I see you’re still up to your old unfaithful tricks, Mrs. Sullivan.”

“What do you mean?” she replied innocently.

“You’re so easy to read, you wear your lust on your sleeve. I guess it’s time for another session.”

“It most certainly is not!” she exclaimed. She tried brushing past him, but grabbed her arm.

“I wonder what Jeremy would think if he knew that you were a regular at the cafes and bars around town, a new man on your arm every few days? I wonder what he’d think if he knew you were practically lip-locked with Mark Wainright yesterday morning?”

“We were nothing of the kind,” she snapped haughtily. “It was a totally innocent cup of coffee.”

laughed.

“Get your butt in my office, take down your shorts and bend over my desk. I’ll be in there in a couple of minutes to take care of business.”

“If you think I’m going to do that, you have another thing coming,” she barked nastily at him.

“Suit yourself, I’ll be seeing Jeremy tomorrow. That’s as good a day as any to burst his marital bubble with a hearty dose of reality.”

“You . . . you . . .” she seethed, not finding words that suited her to describe the feeling of hatred that welled inside her small frame.

“In my office, shorts down, over the desk,” he repeated his earlier orders. This time there was no mirth in his delivery. Severe, cold and without an ounce of compassion, there was no question that he was dead serious.

waited in Bryan Jones office as she was told. Her pants down, she bent over his desk, feeling completely ridiculous. What if someone other than entered the unlocked office? She’d be mortified. And yet, had managed to instill the fear of god in her that made her do exactly what he said. Then too, there was something rather intriguing about these sessions of his.

After fifteen minutes was tired of waiting. Standing up, she pulled her shorts back over her bottom and began moseying about the office. Curious about the cabinet on the wall where he’d gotten the leather spanking paddle, she tried the latch. Finding it unlocked, she peeked inside. Her eyes grew wide in wonder, as she opened the cabinet door further so she could view the array of implements hanging from hooks inside. Several hair brushes, paddles both wood and leather, a cane and several other things she couldn’t quite describe.

“So you’re a flagrant sneak as well as an adulteress?” At the sound of Bryan’s voice, slammed the door and turned around. An expression reminiscent of a guilty child appeared on her flushed face.

“I . . .” she couldn’t say a word.

“You know, Mrs. Sullivan, you’re your own worst enemy.”

Still too stunned to move, watched the intrepid man move toward her, having a feeling the entire time that he was going to attack her. Instead, he took her by the arm, led her back to the desk and thrust her firmly over the end. His hands at her waist, he jerked the shorts off her behind, and stared down at her bottom. When he placed his hand on her buttocks, she could feel the warmth from it vibrate through her everywhere. He massaged her gently for just an instant and then drew his strong arm back and brought it down, the palm of his hand connecting with her behind. After a dozen swift smacks, he stopped and moved toward the cabinet.

“Now that you’ve seen my wares, I won’t hesitate to use them all,” he snickered.

“You wouldn’t,” she said, turning just enough so she could see his taunting expression.

“Don’t tempt me, ,” he said, his words grim, his smile faded. Reaching inside the cabinet, withdrew a wooden paddle and a small cane. The sight of both made wince and turn away.

“Please not too hard,” she said, her voice meek and pleading.

“What would be the point if I was easy on you?” he said. “No, you’ll get the lesson this time, I assure you. Because next time, I won’t really have any choice but to invite your husband along.” Approaching ’s bare bottom, eyed the sight for some minutes. She truly had one of the most spankable rear ends he’d had the pleasure of disciplining in some time. The full round globes were creamy white, not a blemish on the lovely skin. Making a perfect valentine when her legs were locked together, this lovely derriere was like an empty canvas waiting to be painted.