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Hardwood
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Username: Hardwood
Post Number: 14
Registered: 09-2005
| | Posted on Monday, December 25, 2006 - 02:47 am: | 
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Silent Night
His phone call, late that afternoon, was a welcome surprise. Mary had not been sure if her husband would be released from duty that December 24, but he was already on the road, making the long drive home to be with his family at Christmas. If all went well, he would arrive at ten-o’clock, after the children were in bed, but in time to see their bright shining faces early the next morning as they gathered under the tree.
He had already told his wife; now he was explaining his schedule to their younger daughter when his phone beeped; another call was coming in. Telling the child to wait a moment, he flashed his phone to the other line and had a short conversation. When he returned, he told his little girl he loved her, and asked her to please hand the phone to Mommy.
The tone of his voice had changed; sternly he instructed his wife to send the children out of earshot. He explained that the interruption was from the credit card company; they had called to check on an out of area purchase over one hundred dollars. Mary confirmed that she had made the recent purchase as part of her Christmas shopping, and he reminded her that her total had exceeded their personal spending limit.
“But, it was ………. this was ………… this is ……….. Oh, damn it all, it’s your Christmas present!”
“I need an overdraft less than I need a Christmas present, Mary. We went over all that in October. Do please take it back. Besides, you are all the present I’ll ever need.”
“I can’t, it’s ……………”
“The stores are still open, Mary. Take it back to the store, immediately.”
“I have too much to do; it’s Christmas Eve! Can’t you just wait a couple days?”
“No, Mary. I waited ‘a couple days’ last time, just long enough for the charge to appear on last month’s statement. We’re still paying interest on that bit of silliness.”
He paused, a moment longer than Mary felt comfortable. “Do you remember what I told you would happen, if you placed us in debt again?”
She remembered. Their discipline agreement had originally covered late payments to the bank, but spending had not been addressed until last month. She had been so contrite that she had willingly agreed when he insisted on adding careless spending to their list of punishable actions. It was fair, the sanctions applied to him as well as her, but she had not figured on being punished so soon.
He heard her sudden intake of breath. “I see you do remember. We’re going to have a ‘little talk’ this evening, you and I, Mary. I suspect you’ll be sleeping face down, tonight.”
“Oh no, Frank, you can’t, not tonight, the children will hear. Not tonight, please, not tonight!”
After putting up with two refusals to take the merchandise back to the store, Frank was in no mood to postpone her punishment. “I’m not going to punish you tomorrow, Mary, not on Christmas Day. You know as well as I do that we have two implements, which make little noise. Have them ready for me when I arrive.” Giving her no further opportunity for protest, he blew a kiss into the phone, told her he loved her, and pushed the END button firmly.
‘Silent Night’ came onto the radio; “thanks a lot.” she said out loud. Mary knew which implements he meant: the cane, and the Loop Johnny. Both were quiet but effective deterrents to future misbehaviour; either one would soon have her not only in tears, but quickly reaching for a folded pillow to muffle her cries. The same pillow, she thought wryly, would be needed under her bottom when she sat the following day.
She had suffered these late night punishments before. Being ready meant not only the implements set out, but also the children fed and in bed, and herself fed, bathed, rested, and dressed in something easily removable. Looking at the clock, seeing that she had but little time, Mary bundled the kids into the car and returned the present to the store.
It was still Christmas Eve. Resigned to her fate, knowing full well she deserved to be punished, she was determined to make dinner a festive occasion for the children, and she did. They went to sleep, untroubled, because Mary had not let any of her anticipation show. When she was sure they were asleep, she ran her bath and climbed in, leaving the door open and the fan off so she could listen.
Alone with her thoughts, her emotions came forward. She was on the verge of tears: she had disappointed her husband by breaking her word, and she had no Christmas gift for him. As she washed, and shaved her legs, an idea came to her: something that he had mentioned once, but only once, since she had at that time refused him, and in such a way that he would surely never ask again.
She completed her toilette by oiling her skin, all over, knowing that he liked the smooth feel of her body. She rubbed extra oil into her bottom and thighs, accepting the extra sensitivity in return for the increased suppleness. She knew that tonight she would be hurt, but her hope was that the oil would help her heal more quickly. She chose a musky oil, hoping that the scent would arouse him; sometimes when excited he would finish spanking her quickly, making love to her that much sooner. She put on a short white nightgown, which barely covered her bottom, knowing it was his favourite, though she could not fathom why.
As Mary stood wondering in her bedroom, she heard the door open below. Quickly she reached into the ‘bottom drawer’ and took out the dreaded whip and cane, laying them on the bed. As he came slowly up the stairs, she placed a few extra pillows on the foot of their bed, to show that she was prepared to co-operate fully with her discipline. Mary met him in the doorway; she was not standing in the corner; he had not instructed her to do so. She waited, looking at him anxiously, wanting to hug him, but not sure if he would welcome her affection, since he had sounded so impatient on the phone.
She need not have worried. He opened his arms full wide, and snuggled her into his embrace. “Merry Christmas, Mary. God knows I am happy to see you tonight.” He sat on the bed, holding her and cuddling her for a good half hour, kissing her over and again, coming up only for air, telling her how much he had missed her. She melted into her arms, forgetting for a few minutes the discipline she had coming, remembering that this was their way, had always been their way; the magic of punishment is that it forestalls anger.
Mary had had the foresight to have a hot cup of tea waiting, and she handed it to him while she cuddled in his lap. In between sips, she kissed his eyes and lips, drawing back and planting a big one on his nose when he finally put the teacup down, saying softly, “It’s time for your punishment now, Mary.” Shyly, she arose, and handed him the whip, while she held the cane, and asked him: “where do you want me.”
“Over my lap you go, Mary. I’ll not lose a moment of holding you, this night.” She thrilled to his words, relishing the closeness of her body to her husband even while she was being punished. She knew it meant he would use the ‘Loop Johnny’ whip, those three thin leather thongs, which had the power to make her cry, but she climbed over his knees without hesitation, knowing that when she was finally in tears, they would soon go on to better things. She lifted the nightgown as she lay, and stretched out her arms over her head so he could remove it completely; then he turned his attention to the two lovely globes which quivered in their sad suspense, knowing it was his duty to make them dance. He began to caress her, letting his hands and fingers wander over and between. Mary warmed to his touch, knowing exactly when he stopped, where he was looking, and why. Her entire being fully attuned to his every nuance, she felt rather than heard his soft gasp.
“Merry Christmas?” she said, shyly. Frank was silent, unable to speak, as he wonderingly stroked the soft folds of her womanhood, bare for his eyes and his hands, as he’d never seen her before, smooth like they’d never been since she was a young teenager. This is what he’d asked her to do, this few years past, as the fashion had changed, and this is what she had refused. “This is your Christmas present, Honey. Please don’t spank me too hard.”
Frank sat still, holding her in the spanking position, with his left arm around her waist, holding her securely, and his right hand still caressing the softness of her body. Knowing what it had cost her, in spirit, to submit to him like this; he told her, in a soft voice “Ah, Mary, my poor Mary, I think you’ve been punished enough. It’s done Mary. I forgive you.” His love for her, and the disappointment she had caused him a few hours ago, overwhelmed her. She burst out crying; deep sobs racked her body; her tears soaked
her pillow. Frank just held her close to him, and bent down to whisper into her ear: Ah, this is a lovely present, Mary. You yourself are the best present I’ve ever had; and I told you before, you’re the only present I’ll ever need.”
In a little while Mary stopped her crying, and as his hands continued to caress her bottom and back, and the new softness of her womanhood, soon she found herself fully relaxed. And as he held her in his arms, a star, brighter than any, climbed higher into the winter sky, its eternal light giving a troubled world below a promise of love ……….
and forgiveness.
© Hardwood 2006 |
Obedientleah
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Username: Obedientleah
Post Number: 11
Registered: 12-2006
| | Posted on Monday, December 25, 2006 - 02:26 pm: |
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What an incredible story, very sweet.
Thanks for sharing!
Leah |
Tammynx
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Username: Tammynx
Post Number: 1616
Registered: 10-2005
| | Posted on Monday, December 25, 2006 - 09:29 pm: |
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That was wonderful Hardwood!!!
Thanks so much for posting it!!
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