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When I met my husband inhe was in the army. I first saw him checking the train times at Grand Central Station, I was 21 and he looked like a man of the world straight off the cover of Life magazine. I was sidled up to him and pretended to be also checking my train when he spoke. He just laughed and said that was the New Yorkers he knew and loved. Ten minutes later, we were drinking coffee and ten days later, we were engaged. His name was George Baines. He was a sergeant in the heavy infantry, whatever that was. He called me Lizzie right from the get go.
Under normal circumstances, I would have gone to meet his folks and we would have wife spanking story a long engagement. But things did not work out like that. Being in the army, he was always being called away so in the eight months between meeting him and marrying him we were together less than 30 days, then the Korean War broke out.
I had originally come to New York from Boston to study business and secretarial studies; I guess I never got around to going back. It was not that I particular took to big cities, but I had no close family of my own, so there was nothing to back for. My mother had divorced my father when I was eight and I had stayed with dad and I had all but lost touch with her.
I had gone to live with a great aunt when the Second World War began as my father had been called up. Even then, my mother showed no interest. We had originally planned to spend a long holiday with his folks in Louisiana during the summer of but the threat of war that June had thrown our plans into disarray. Having lost my father in the last war, I was devastated by the prospect of another. When he failed to turn up for his leave I telephoned every I had for him and his friends. After one hysterical tantrum on the phone to, as it turned out the wrong section at his base, I finally received a call from him.
He was not amused. He said if I was going to be a good army wife then I had to get used to him going away and not calling for days or even weeks. I instantly forgot all my doubts and rather shamelessly threw myself into his arms still in my nightclothes. After making him breakfast and coffee, I called work from the phone down the hall to say that I would not be in that day and then just sat there mooning over my man at the other end of the dinning room table.
If my mother could see you. You make me look like an idiot. There was something about his tone that reminded her of her father before the war. I either had to admit you were a flake and I should drop you or go along with his idea that there was trouble at home. I think as long as I live I will never forget the look on his face. It was somewhere between pain and shocked surprise, like he had been stung by a bee or shot even.
Which was kind of ironic since a heartbeat later I must have had the same look on my face. He reached across the room with his great bear-like arms and seemingly without getting up hauled me halfway across the room and over his knee. He flipped up my skirt and began to spank me wife spanking story. My thin slip and panties now offered no protection to my behind.
I bit my tongue so as not to let go with any more expletives but continued to growl wife spanking story through my teeth. My angry protests soon gave way to plaintive wails and I began to cry. The spanking was a pretty thorough affair and before long, it was all I could do to hug into his lap in submission. What followed, as I knelt on floor rubbing my hiney and crying, was a long scolding lecture about my behaviour and being a spoilt brat.
I was too cowed to argue back and the worse thing was that as I listened I was forced to agree with most of what he had to say. But no more phone calls to base. I flew into his arms and kissed him like I would die, the spanking forgotten, until I tried to sit down that is. The next few days were a whirlwind. I quit my job, well George all but quit it for me, and I was told that I would be living with his mother for the duration.
I had never been so happy. We only just had time for George to get us to Louisiana and his family before his furlough was up. The first thing that struck me was the heat.
The second was the smell and the verdant surroundings. His family home was halfway to being a farm, although his late father had been a lawyer in the nearby town, so it was quite away out from anywhere with only a few neighbours. George had three older married brothers; all but the eldest were in the army, and one younger brother who was away at college.
He also had a of sisters, three of whom still lived at home. I had a devil of a time working out sisters from sister-in-laws and cousins. And they all seemed to be called Susie, Mary or Jane. She was a formidable looking woman who must have started young to have raised such a large family and to still be in her prime, her eldest son was over 30 and yet she barely looked It was clear from the start that she was the boss, at least as far as the women were concerned. Even with such large table, there was still room for a couple of easy chairs and a sofa arranged wife spanking story a radio set.
The house also boasted a large front parlour and a back room that served no obvious purpose.
Upstairs no passageway ran straight for more than 10 feet and the seemingly infinite s of bedrooms were set behind a maze of doors and old pictures. Some of the upstairs rooms even had balconies, although sadly not the room that was to be mine. It felt strange, not to mention exhausting, being in such a large family after my solitary upbringing, but everyone did their best to make me feel at home.
All to soon George had to leave and I felt that my world was being taken from me. He gave me an almighty swat on my behind and told me to behave. But mind Ma and it will all turn out fine. It felt strange and nice just doing ordinary things and getting to know Ma. Looking back it was the wife spanking story of a mother-daughter relationship that I had missed growing up, although the stormy nature of our relationship was still ahead of us. Three days after my arrival the five of us, Ma, her three younger daughters and myself, were sitting down for dinner.
It was I think the first time that we had had an ordinary family meal that did not involve the extended family and a party. I noticed that Ma was staring at Janey, although she was trying to do her best not to notice as she shifted uncomfortably in her seat. I still could not fathom what was going on. Janey looked torn as if wrestling with herself before she answered.
And although Mary looked as puzzled as me, Amelia looked like the cat with the cream. What happened next was a surprise only to me. Ma just pointed to the other side of the room behind one of the stuffed armchairs and Janey got up blushing and walked over and stood in the corner with her face to the wall.
Everyone else carried on eating and talking as if nothing had happened but my mind was racing. Surely, Janey was too old to be punished for just meeting a boy. Amelia was only one wife spanking story understand my surprise and smirked at me. Then Ma caught it and said:. Steve Jones comes from a good family but he is a bad lot. Janey promised me that she would never see him again.
You are about to see how I handle broken promises. After dinner, Janey was released from the corner and sent outside. After 10 minutes, she returned with a thin branch no thicker than her finger and about two feet long.
Ma led her to the armchair and laid her across both arms with her bottom towards the room and raised her skirts and lowered her panties. Ma brought the switch down with quick swishing sounds while Janey just yelled and repeated that she was sorry. In no time at all her bottom was red all over with darker plum coloured streaks that were raised in welts all up and down and across both parts of her hiney. The switching went on for quite a long time while Janey just sobbed. I could not look away, although I must have been almost as embarrassed as Janey. Her sisters did not look embarrassed though, they were openly enjoying the whole thing.
When it was over Janey was put back in the corner holding her skirts up in back with her panties still at her ankles and left there for a good cry. She was there a good hour or more before being sent to her room. Ma said nothing afterwards and you might think that nothing had happened.
But once she was out of earshot her, two sisters discussed the switching excitedly. I was slightly horrified, Mary Jane was one of the sister-in-laws, and wife spanking story had to be at least as old as me. No one ever spanked your tush before. I went to bed early that night worrying things over in my head. But they were it seemed. Continued in part two. This is spanking as matter-of-fact family discipline, but you feel see there is a sexual tinge to it all, like a silver lining in a black cloud.
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