Norma and Carl were the last of their party to arrive at the
restaurant. Norma winced when she saw
the hard wooden chairs. She had just
received a sound spanking from Carl minutes before they left the house and her
bottom was still burning. She was
surprised she wasn’t sending smoke signals. As she gingerly sat down she
noticed a slight grin on Carl’s face. He’s having a good time at my expense now
but she was plotting her revenge.
This was a celebration of their first anniversary. She and
Carl had met at a grief support group more than four years before. They had both been widowed at 59 and 60 years
of age had found it hard to adjust to being single after having been married
for more than half their life. The
support group had been their lifeline.
The majority of the people were around the same age, some older and some
younger but they all had something in common and some of them had forged a bond
that went beyond the confines of the meetings.
For those that had no family in the area it was their comfort zone. A place to go with people you knew. It made the nights and holidays enjoyable and
a lot less lonely.
Sometime after the first year, their friends began noticing
Carl seemed smitten with Norma and mentioned it to her. She was surprised and paid attention and sure
enough Carl did spend more time and attention to her than to the other female
members of the group. She liked Carl but thought he was a little too authoritarian
for her so she shied away. Her Fred had
always allowed her to be a free spirit.
She never had any constraints and they had a wonderful marriage – it had
been a real love match from the first. She had no intention of letting someone
run her life at this stage of the game.
Carl had stepped up his campaign to woo Norma and she
finally gave in and agreed to go to dinner with him. He was a very nice man – very polite, had
lovely manners and was still a looker with silvery blond hair and blue eyes. She noticed that he always got a great deal
of attention from the ladies. It didn’t
seem to affect him in any way which gave him points in her eyes. Their first single date went very well and
she accepted another invitation.
Somewhere around the third year of this arrangement Carl
began to push Norma to entering into a more permanent relationship. When she finally agreed she thought it would
be best if they just moved in together.
Carl did not like this idea but when Norma told him that was her
stipulation he acquiesced. They decided it would be best to get a place
that was neither his nor hers but theirs. They found a cute apartment so Carl
put his house on the market and Norma rented her place to one of her children.
Everything was going to be new. They were like newlyweds – new furniture, new household goods, new
rules (like putting the cap back on the toothpaste, and putting the toilet seat
down).
This arrangement lasted six months when one day while out
and about they came across the new condominium complex being built not too far
away from their current neighborhood. Carl had sold his place and wanted to buy
something else. Norma agreed and so they
moved out of their apartment.
More new furnishings, same old household goods and rules,
one new proposal. On their first day in
their newest home Carl proposed once again and presented Norma with a beautiful
engagement ring. She finally gave in. They had a small outdoor wedding and all of
their children and the other support group members attended. Everyone was
thrilled at their happiness.
Norma’s excitement lasted one week. Carl began putting constraints on Norma that
hadn’t been there before. When she
confronted him about them he explained that now that she was his wife he expected
her to treat him as the man of the house.
“You are the man of this house, just like I am the woman of
this house” she told him.
“That’s not what I mean” said Carl.
“Just what do you mean?” she asked haughtily.
“I mean that you should do what I tell you to do. I am only interested in your safety and well
being and want to protect you the best way I can”
Norma told him that she had left her father’s house some
forty five years ago. She said in all the years she had been married to Fred he
had never ever given her a set of rules to follow. She told him she was not about to start being
ruled now.
In the interest of peace, Carl backed down. He had been the man of the house in his first
marriage and just assumed the role now but if Norma felt so strongly perhaps he
would have to try and adjust accordingly.
She was a woman used to having her own way and when that didn’t happen
she turned into a harridan. Apparently, Fred had a passive personality and
given her free rein and as long as they were both happy he had seen no need to “put
his foot down” over any issue in which they were in disagreement.
One evening when they were out with a new set of friends
they had met in the condominium complex, Norma did something that really
bothered Carl. She had a few too many
glasses of wine and this released her inhibitions. Her conversation began to get a little too
loose for him and he tried to silence her.
When she balked at this, he excused them both and took her outside for a
little fresh air and private conversation. When he was far enough away from the
building he lectured her on her behavior and gave her a couple of swats on her
behind. She was appalled that he would
strike her and slapped him across the face.
“That is entirely unacceptable and I will not stand for
it. We are going back inside, picking up
our things and going home where I will further deal with this behavior” he told
her.
“I am going back inside but there is no way I am leaving, I
am having too much fun” she said.
“In that case, we will just head right to the car” and he
grabbed her arm and led her to the car. She was raising a fuss and he told her
she was making a spectacle of herself and people were watching. When she looked around she saw quite a few
people just staring in her direction. She quieted down and let him take her to the
car.
When he got her home he dragged her over to the sofa, pulled
her across his lap, pulled down her slacks and began spanking her bottom. She was hitting and kicking him. He had enough. He put her down keeping hold of her arm and
pulled her into the kitchen. He pulled out a chair, grabbed a wooden spoon out of the jar, placed
her back over his knee and this time removed her panties. He pinioned her arms behind her back and with
one leg over her legs began reddening her butt and upper thighs. He lectured her about her behavior and about
the face slap. He told her that was
never to happen again and each word was punctuated by the slap of that wooden
spoon on her now glowing behind.
When he felt she had enough, he let her up and asked her
what she had to say for herself. She was
sobbing too loudly to be coherent and he was unable to understand what she was
saying. He was angry with himself
because he had spanked her in anger but it had been building for quite some
time. He told her he was sorry he had spanked her so hard but was not sorry he
had spanked her. He told her he felt she
had deserved it and didn’t want to ever have to do that again.
She ran up to the guest room and ignored him when he tried
to comfort her. The next morning when
she went into the bathroom she noticed a few bruises on her behind. He would pay for this she thought. She was going to tell her son what he had
done and then watch him squirm.
After she took a shower and calmed down she thought about
the whole thing. She wasn’t sure she
deserved the spanking but she had slapped him.
She knew that was not something she had ever done or thought of doing so
maybe she did have a little too much to drink.
Then she thought about how embarrassing it would be to tell her son she
had been spanked. After all, it was just
a spanking, he hadn’t beat her. She
decided to just give him the silent treatment for the next couple of days. She was good at this and it had always worked
with Fred.
On their anniversary day, it had been four days since she
had spoken to him. He showed no signs of
even being aware she was doing this on purpose.
When he told her their friends were meeting them at the restaurant to
celebrate their anniversary she said she wasn’t going.
“Oh, you are going.
You have the choice of going and sitting comfortably or going with a
sore behind”.
Darn her pride she thought, Carl was true to his word. She told him again she was not going and he
had her over his knee in a flash. Somewhere
around the 12th spank of that hairbrush she gave in.
So here she sat on a hard wooden chair with a smarting
behind while trying to laugh and carry on a fun conversation with her
friends. Some first anniversary this
was. She had a feeling she had better
change some of her habits or a sore backside might become a regular thing.
She was going to have to come up with some way to make him
pay but then she looked at him and felt a gush of excitement. Marital bliss isn’t always what it is cracked
up to be and a little turmoil keeps the juices flowing and at their age that
was important.
If you are interested, there is a sequel to this story entitled The Payback.
If you are interested, there is a sequel to this story entitled The Payback.
