and then putting his on also.
Marie watched as he picked up the keys to his truck and opened the front door.
“We’re gonna have a long talk when I get back,” Frank shot over his shoulder as he dropped his hat on his head and ushered an angry Sarah out the front door.
Marie should have felt a pit of fear in her stomach from those words—no doubt he meant to spank her when he returned from bringing Sarah home—but all she could feel was anger. Anger at Sarah and how Sarah treated her. Anger at Frank for allowing it. Anger at Frank for choosing Sarah over her. It made her feel small.
Marie paced the entire first floor of the house waiting for Frank to return. She stopped only once, just long enough to go upstairs and check on the children. They were all sleeping soundly. She returned to the main floor and continued her pacing. A few minutes later, the front door opened and Frank stepped in, closing the door softly behind him.
He stood silent in front of the closed door for what seemed like forever to Marie, who had stopped her pacing when she heard the door open and stood at the doorway to the parlor watching him. He carefully removed his hat and hung it on one of the pegs by the door. He then looked straight at Marie, but said nothing, just started unbuckling his belt as he walked toward her.
Marie instinctively backed up, looking first from what his hands were busy doing, then to his face, trying to read his expression or see if he was going to say something. “Wh—what are you doing, Mr. Carter?” Marie had a good idea, but foolishly thought that if she played stupid, she might get out of it. She continued to back up as he continued to advance.
Frank had his belt all the way off now and was folding it in half just as Marie hit the wall behind her. In one swift move, Frank reached out and grabbed Marie’s arm, pulling her toward him as he sat down on the couch. She was over his lap the next second, her face against the cushion, and could feel her dress being worked up over her hips.
Marie was still angry, but her fear of that belt he had in his hand took precedence over the anger at the moment. He was fixin’ to spank her with that belt!
“No!” Marie did not want him to use that belt on her. “No, don’t!”
Frank then pulled her drawers down to her knees and, without any preamble, laid that strap of leather across her backside immediately.
Marie cried out. “Oowww…noooo…ooowwwww…nooo, please stop, pleeeease.”
It seemed Frank brought that strap down on her bare behind with no hesitation whatsoever. “I’m just gettin’ started, young lady. You’re gonna get a good lickin’ for your behavior tonight, I can assure you. And you’d best keep your voice down, so’s you don’t wake the children.”
Marie heeded Frank’s warning and buried her face in the couch’s upholstery to muffle her crying a bit. The belt went from one side of her behind to the other and hurt much more than his hand had when he had spanked her the last time she was punished. Marie wasn’t sure how much she could stand.
When it felt like her backside must be completely covered with deep red welts from the belt, Frank shifted her forward a bit and began to lay that belt on the backs of her thighs.
Marie screamed into the cushion after the first lick. She instinctively threw a hand back to stop the pain; even the belt hitting her hand would have been preferable at that point, or so she thought.
Without a word, Frank grabbed her hand and pinned it to her back.
Marie was blubbering into the couch cushion while that strap of leather slapped into her rear end and thighs over and over until it felt like her skin must be in shreds. She couldn’t even form the words to beg Frank to stop, because she couldn’t think past the pain of it. She just cried and screamed into the cushion until it was over.
When Marie heard the belt drop to the floor, she knew he must be done with her poor backside. She just lay in a heap
Marie watched as he picked up the keys to his truck and opened the front door.
“We’re gonna have a long talk when I get back,” Frank shot over his shoulder as he dropped his hat on his head and ushered an angry Sarah out the front door.
Marie should have felt a pit of fear in her stomach from those words—no doubt he meant to spank her when he returned from bringing Sarah home—but all she could feel was anger. Anger at Sarah and how Sarah treated her. Anger at Frank for allowing it. Anger at Frank for choosing Sarah over her. It made her feel small.
Marie paced the entire first floor of the house waiting for Frank to return. She stopped only once, just long enough to go upstairs and check on the children. They were all sleeping soundly. She returned to the main floor and continued her pacing. A few minutes later, the front door opened and Frank stepped in, closing the door softly behind him.
He stood silent in front of the closed door for what seemed like forever to Marie, who had stopped her pacing when she heard the door open and stood at the doorway to the parlor watching him. He carefully removed his hat and hung it on one of the pegs by the door. He then looked straight at Marie, but said nothing, just started unbuckling his belt as he walked toward her.
Marie instinctively backed up, looking first from what his hands were busy doing, then to his face, trying to read his expression or see if he was going to say something. “Wh—what are you doing, Mr. Carter?” Marie had a good idea, but foolishly thought that if she played stupid, she might get out of it. She continued to back up as he continued to advance.
Frank had his belt all the way off now and was folding it in half just as Marie hit the wall behind her. In one swift move, Frank reached out and grabbed Marie’s arm, pulling her toward him as he sat down on the couch. She was over his lap the next second, her face against the cushion, and could feel her dress being worked up over her hips.
Marie was still angry, but her fear of that belt he had in his hand took precedence over the anger at the moment. He was fixin’ to spank her with that belt!
“No!” Marie did not want him to use that belt on her. “No, don’t!”
Frank then pulled her drawers down to her knees and, without any preamble, laid that strap of leather across her backside immediately.
Marie cried out. “Oowww…noooo…ooowwwww…nooo, please stop, pleeeease.”
It seemed Frank brought that strap down on her bare behind with no hesitation whatsoever. “I’m just gettin’ started, young lady. You’re gonna get a good lickin’ for your behavior tonight, I can assure you. And you’d best keep your voice down, so’s you don’t wake the children.”
Marie heeded Frank’s warning and buried her face in the couch’s upholstery to muffle her crying a bit. The belt went from one side of her behind to the other and hurt much more than his hand had when he had spanked her the last time she was punished. Marie wasn’t sure how much she could stand.
When it felt like her backside must be completely covered with deep red welts from the belt, Frank shifted her forward a bit and began to lay that belt on the backs of her thighs.
Marie screamed into the cushion after the first lick. She instinctively threw a hand back to stop the pain; even the belt hitting her hand would have been preferable at that point, or so she thought.
Without a word, Frank grabbed her hand and pinned it to her back.
Marie was blubbering into the couch cushion while that strap of leather slapped into her rear end and thighs over and over until it felt like her skin must be in shreds. She couldn’t even form the words to beg Frank to stop, because she couldn’t think past the pain of it. She just cried and screamed into the cushion until it was over.
When Marie heard the belt drop to the floor, she knew he must be done with her poor backside. She just lay in a heap
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