the day before,
the effect was gone. The sting she thought would never go away was gone within
hours, hardly leaving any soreness at all. By the determination in her
husband’s manner, she had the feeling that it wouldn’t be that way this time.
“I don’t
suppose you’ve been corrected like this in some time - then again I don’t know
the extent of your father’s punishments. Let this simply remind you, wife, that
you bear a respon-sibility to me, and I to you.”
Enough said,
Aaron Barrow, stood to one side of his wife’s quaking bottom, and rearing back
with a long strap, he let the leather rage through the air coming down on
Abigail’s behind with a sharp, reverberating smack!
“ Yeeeowww !”
The leather
whisking through the air again, landed another strike right over top of the
first. And another, and another, and another still, Aaron beginning a steady
pace, that left poor Abigail crying in mere seconds.
“Oh,
please, husband, no!” she sobbed. Aaron’s only reply was to pause just
long enough for both of them to catch their breath.
“I’m
afraid, my love, this punishment will not be over quickly like the
others,” he informed her. Having waited long enough, he let the strap go
once more, this time, hitting her deliberately lower than the first strikes.
“ Yeeeeawwwwww !” she wailed louder than ever. The blows
coming down at the tops of her thighs and the very base of her bottom were
horrid, the sting so mighty, she finally collapsed to the straw for some kind
of relief.
“Abigail,”
Aaron spoke harshly.
“Oh,
please, no more!” she pleaded with him.
“Stand
up!” he ordered her.
As she sat in
the prickly straw, she knew there was little choice but to follow his orders,
though she took as long a time as she dared, in order to recoup from the last
painful stings. Rising to her feet at last, she looked back to him pleading.
“Please,
Aaron, I’m so sorry!” she cried.
“Perhaps
you are now, but we’re not done. This lesson is going to last,” he vowed.
Turning back
to the bar, Abigail held on once more as Aaron let the strap fly. The sharp
sound of the leather against her red posterior was as dreadful as the sound of
her own cry rising anguished into the steamy air.
“Oh, no,
no more!” she wailed. The leather struck again.
“Please,
no!” She danced her feet as if she could get away from the awful sting.
“Oh, gawd ! Oh, no!” she lamented.
The leather was
a harsh reply, striking yet again and again, after each of her impas-sioned pleas.
Once the young
wife’s ample rear cheeks were covered with a blotchy scarlet, Aaron paused
again. This time, it almost seemed as if he might consider ending the harrowing chas-tisement .
“You
think you can get your wits about you, Abigail Barrow?” he asked when
she’d calmed enough to listen.
“Oh, yes,
I’ll never do anything so stupid again,” she swore.
“I won’t
have you running away from me?”
“No,
never. I promise.”
“And you’ll
be coming along with me to Brighton Springs as you should?” he asked.
To this last
question, Abigail hesitated an instant, but knowing that there was no other
answer but the one that her husband wanted, she gave him the reply that he was
looking for.
“Yes,
sir. No more complaints. I promise, I really do.”
“Good,”
he replied.
She held her
breath, hoping that the pun- ishment was over, but it
was not. Wanting to punctuate his message with a flourish, Aaron wielded the
strap again, this time for a dozen severe and measured strokes, the pain of it mak-ing Abigail burst into even more fretful sobs.
“Please,
please. Oh, gwd , I can’t … ” she wailed.
And to her
relief, Aaron ended her tor- ment ; this last flourish
finished, he flung the strap over the back of the stall door.
Aaron stood
for some time, waiting for his agonized wife to recuperate. When she final- ly came to realizing that her red rear end was dangling
like some amusement for his eyes, she
the effect was gone. The sting she thought would never go away was gone within
hours, hardly leaving any soreness at all. By the determination in her
husband’s manner, she had the feeling that it wouldn’t be that way this time.
“I don’t
suppose you’ve been corrected like this in some time - then again I don’t know
the extent of your father’s punishments. Let this simply remind you, wife, that
you bear a respon-sibility to me, and I to you.”
Enough said,
Aaron Barrow, stood to one side of his wife’s quaking bottom, and rearing back
with a long strap, he let the leather rage through the air coming down on
Abigail’s behind with a sharp, reverberating smack!
“ Yeeeowww !”
The leather
whisking through the air again, landed another strike right over top of the
first. And another, and another, and another still, Aaron beginning a steady
pace, that left poor Abigail crying in mere seconds.
“Oh,
please, husband, no!” she sobbed. Aaron’s only reply was to pause just
long enough for both of them to catch their breath.
“I’m
afraid, my love, this punishment will not be over quickly like the
others,” he informed her. Having waited long enough, he let the strap go
once more, this time, hitting her deliberately lower than the first strikes.
“ Yeeeeawwwwww !” she wailed louder than ever. The blows
coming down at the tops of her thighs and the very base of her bottom were
horrid, the sting so mighty, she finally collapsed to the straw for some kind
of relief.
“Abigail,”
Aaron spoke harshly.
“Oh,
please, no more!” she pleaded with him.
“Stand
up!” he ordered her.
As she sat in
the prickly straw, she knew there was little choice but to follow his orders,
though she took as long a time as she dared, in order to recoup from the last
painful stings. Rising to her feet at last, she looked back to him pleading.
“Please,
Aaron, I’m so sorry!” she cried.
“Perhaps
you are now, but we’re not done. This lesson is going to last,” he vowed.
Turning back
to the bar, Abigail held on once more as Aaron let the strap fly. The sharp
sound of the leather against her red posterior was as dreadful as the sound of
her own cry rising anguished into the steamy air.
“Oh, no,
no more!” she wailed. The leather struck again.
“Please,
no!” She danced her feet as if she could get away from the awful sting.
“Oh, gawd ! Oh, no!” she lamented.
The leather was
a harsh reply, striking yet again and again, after each of her impas-sioned pleas.
Once the young
wife’s ample rear cheeks were covered with a blotchy scarlet, Aaron paused
again. This time, it almost seemed as if he might consider ending the harrowing chas-tisement .
“You
think you can get your wits about you, Abigail Barrow?” he asked when
she’d calmed enough to listen.
“Oh, yes,
I’ll never do anything so stupid again,” she swore.
“I won’t
have you running away from me?”
“No,
never. I promise.”
“And you’ll
be coming along with me to Brighton Springs as you should?” he asked.
To this last
question, Abigail hesitated an instant, but knowing that there was no other
answer but the one that her husband wanted, she gave him the reply that he was
looking for.
“Yes,
sir. No more complaints. I promise, I really do.”
“Good,”
he replied.
She held her
breath, hoping that the pun- ishment was over, but it
was not. Wanting to punctuate his message with a flourish, Aaron wielded the
strap again, this time for a dozen severe and measured strokes, the pain of it mak-ing Abigail burst into even more fretful sobs.
“Please,
please. Oh, gwd , I can’t … ” she wailed.
And to her
relief, Aaron ended her tor- ment ; this last flourish
finished, he flung the strap over the back of the stall door.
Aaron stood
for some time, waiting for his agonized wife to recuperate. When she final- ly came to realizing that her red rear end was dangling
like some amusement for his eyes, she
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