Wife Discipline: Bad Penny

[fantaspankee]

Argghhh … I hate being late … again! I swear, I am never on time, always seems that the further I have to travel, the later I get. You know, its always something … school bus traffic, construction … I just simply never realize that it is me. Well, today started out like any other day, running late, rushing around, having to feed and water the dogs and the goat, grab some wood for the fireplace so it is dried out by the time I get home (for a cozy snuggle with my sweetie after he gets off shift). My doctor appointment is at 10 and its already 9:15 …and it takes at least 40 mins to get there, barring any traffic hold ups. I decide to go a different way, where I can make up a little time by driving a little faster. No worries, I think .. I’ll make it. Quickly I check Facebook to see what my friends have posted, and then, finally, … I’m out the door. A few quick turns out of the driveway and my road, and I’m on the expressway. The accelerator is my friend at this point and I listen silently as the engine races into overdrive and I’m running in the passing lane toward my appointment. That is, until, I see the red and blue light bar on the vehicle behind me ignite. Oh No … Am I being pulled over, or does this guy just want me out of his way. I pull over into the driving lane, and so does the State Trooper. Oh … double NOO … I know this guy is going to recognize my name on my license. My sweetie is also a State Trooper, and these guys love to tease each other .. just wait til the station house hears that the Sgt’s wife got pulled over! Nuts!

Patiently, I wait as the man does his thing, calling in my plate. I watch him as he exits the car … I don’t know this guy, he’s young, big and burly … not a hair on his head. I think .. oh, maybe I can squeak out of this one, and when I tell him I’m late for my doctor appointment, he’ll just let me go with a warning, after all .. I am Doug’s wife, right ?

Wrong … “License and registration, M’am” he deadpans to me after I open my driver window. I lower the radio, inch up my skirt just a little bit, and give my best smile. “Trooper, Sir, I am so sorry, I am running late for an appointment …. And …”,He cut me off. “Mrs. Lawrence you were speeding. I clocked you at 22 mph over the speed limit. Do you know what it would do to your husband and your son if something happened because of careless driving? Do you realize what it would do to you?”

“Listen, I’m really sorry, I .. uh ….” He cut me off again. This guy meant business it seems and I was going to get a speeding ticket, which would surely raise our insurance rates, not to mention what Doug would do once he hears about this. I am in deep doo doo, I think. But, then Mr. Trooper says … “Not to worry, Mrs. Lawrence .. I’m not going to give you a speeding ticket, in fact, I’m not even going to give you a written warning. But, I did just get off the telephone with your husband, and he gave me instructions on how to handle this situation with you. Please follow me.”

“But .. my appointment ….” I stammer.

“Don’t worry about your appointment right now, M’am, you husband assured me he would take care of it, you are late anyway, so he’ll reschedule the appointment for you. His instructions were for you to follow me.”

Oh … no, I’m thinking .. he spoke to Doug, Doug changed my appointment, and now I have to follow Mr. Burly Cop to some undisclosed location. Oh crap … is he taking me to Doug? I wonder … I’m really in trouble now.

The trooper car set a safe pace down the highway and I followed at a reasonable distance. He signaled to get off at the Rider Road exit … hmmm .. isn’t that where the police barns are? I think to myself. Sure enough, we ride a mile or so down this quiet country road and he pulls into the State police Calvary barn area … Doug wasn’t answering my frantic calls to him, and I didn’t see his troop car at the barn. The young man pulled to a stop, and motioned for me to pull up next to him. I did. He approached my car, and instructed me to turn off the engine, lock the vehicle and come with him. I did as instructed because I surely didn’t need any more headaches. He opened the door to the main barn, there were horses in separate stalls, and the smell of fresh earth mixed with manure and leather played very strong in my nostrils. He led me to the back of the barn where there were two empty stalls, one contained a stack of hay bales, and the other a leather covered wooden horse with a saddle on it. He took off the saddle and placed it on the stall gate. He said .. and these words shot right up my spine … “Mrs. Lawrence, I’ve been instructed by your husband to strictly discipline you for your behavior. Doug doesn’t want a ticket on your record, and doesn’t want you to get away with speeding up and down our roads”. He went on .. “Just because you are a trooper’s wife, doesn’t give you license to harm anyone, including yourself.” With that, he picked up a quirt that was hanging on the stall wall and smacked his hand with it, looked me dead in the eye and said … “Lean over the wooden horse, Mrs. Lawrnece, I have a job to do for a brother trooper.”

I was aghast with shame … this young burly man could have been my younger brother, there had to be 15 years between us, I wasn’t going to let this man touch me. I demanded to speak to my husband.

That’s when the shock and shame came over me in a huge rush … when I heard Doug’s voice say … “Penny, do as the man says.” It was Doug! He had been there in the stall with the hay bales, just out of view, but hearing everything that was being said, hearing my impudence, hearing my confusion, hearing my fear .. he had heard it all.

The young trooper instructed again .. “Mrs. Lawrence, please lean over the horse.” I felt Doug’s hand on my shoulder encouraging me to bend over the horse. I was wearing a short denim skort (shorts under a skirt), and a breezy chiffon orange paisley shirt with a tank top underneath .. I thought the outfit looked great, but Doug and the young trooper looked displeased and not affected by my cutesie outfit/ With my husband there, I was cornered … so I did what they said. I didn’t think that it would be too bad, maybe a few licks of the quirt given by my husband in front of the trooper ..and they would let me leave. Right?

Wrong. I placed my hands on the horse which just had held a shiny, soft and buttery saddle, and …one by one, my hands were tied over the horse, one hand to each leg on the rear side of the horse. Oh no … this didn’t feel good at all. My rear end, although clothed, was openly presented, while my tummy pressed against the leather horse, both hands were tied. Someone tied my ankles together and there I stood, ashamed and helpless.

Doug said .. “Penny, I don’t know how many times I tell you to leave early for your appointments, give yourself plenty of time to get to where you have to go, so you can get there safely. Better to get there early and safe, than late and stressed out. But this time, you were going 72 miles per hour in a 50 mph zone .. not only you were at risk, but so were the citizens of our community. Not only that, you were already late, inconveniencing your doctor and his staff – maybe someone else could have used that appointment today, someone who really needed it, but that was not to be, because you were late, as usual. I am so disappointed in you. Trooper Stark here is going to teach you a lesson, and when I get home after shift, I’ll be teaching you another one. This has got to stop .. now and for good.”

Red faced .. I couldn’t even argue with him … Oh my gosh .. he was right and I hated it when he was right. But .. this Trooper Stark …I was so embarrassed .. thank goodness they didn’t lift my skort, I mused.

The quirt had six small leather thongs on the one end, and a bulbous handle on the other end that looked like it perfectly fit Trooper Stark’s large hand .. I could see it out of the corner of my eye, as he swished the air with the quirt and made a sharp cracking sound as he hit his hand. The next time he swished it in the air, the cracking sound I heard was on my butt,. "OUCH … " that hurt, even through my skirt, shorts and panties .. but boy I was happy I had on extra protection. I heard another swish, then the sting of the quirt landing soundly on my bottom .. “Owwww, that hurt” .. I decided to play it up a little, maybe they would let me off with a few licks. "Owww" .. another swish and another connect. " OWWWWWccchhhh" …. Another quick succession of hard licks.

Trooper Stark stopped, but Doug didn’t seem satisfied. He came over and lifted up my skirt, only to see a pair of denim shorts under it. He instructed Stark to administer more punishment with the skirt layer up … "OWWWWWWW … Oh my gosh … OWWWW" I caught my breath; That last few licks put tears in my eyes. The leather thongs at the end of the quirt really put a stinging on my hind end. As tears began to fall, Doug was busy taking down my skort. A few quick hisses of the quirt brought me to attention, as Stark began to apply a little pressure over my panties. Now it was real, I was really crying out, louder and louder with every swat. “Ohhhh … owwwww …it hurts … Owwwwwccchhhhh:, please, please stop." I cried.

And he did. Phew … it was over, I thought. “Please untie my hands, I promise I won’t speed anymore, I promise I won’t be late, just untie me now, o.k.? OK?”

Doug motioned to Stark, and I felt my panties coming down …Oh No … this isn’t over ,, “OHHHH … OWWWWWWW …Oh stop” … I cried, but my pleading fell on deaf ears, all I hear is the swish and sharp crack as the quirt lashed at my bare bottom. By now, I am sure my bottom is well pckled, but the lashing continued, “three, four, five ..” I can hear Doug counting. “That’s right Stark, good job, make her bottom burn.” Six, seven … One more for good intentions, Stark.” Swish .. crack .. “OWWWWWWW”, I cry. My tears mix with snot as my sinuses unleash and at this point, I didn’t care, I just wanted up off this horse and to go home as far away from these men as I can get. “Doug .. will you let me off now, I’ve learned my lesson. I swear, I promise, I, I .. uh … I … “ I hear a jingle, and I see Doug removing his gun and holster, keys .. everything comes off his jack belt. Oh No .. he’s not… he’s not going to strap me too! I know what that belt feels like, because he has administered punishment once before when I mindlessly backed into his patrol car with my lumbering SUV, and the leather is hard and thick and covers a wider area than the quirt.

“Penny, I don’t want to do this, but I know you and I know that as soon as your butt stops hurting, you are going to go back to doing the same thing, and I’m done with it. This time, I am going to teach you respect and obedience, lessons that have been slow in coming, but the time is now here.”

Stark stood by while my husband began to strap my already sore bottom. He made me count out the licks. “I want you to count each lick, and I want to hear you genuinely say you are sorry,, sorry to me, sorry to Stark here, sorry for your doctor, sorry for inconveniencing his nursing staff … everyone you disrespect and disregard by being late. “Owww … One … I’m sorry Doug ….” “Ohhhhh owwwww … two, I’m sorry Trooper Stark,” “three, oohhhh, I’m sorry, so sorry for ….” “OWWW … four, five, six …” “ Owwww … please, I am sorry,” “Seven … Ohhh … no more .. OWWWW, please” .. “eight, nine …” Every whack with the leather jack belt tore into my fleshy bottom which jiggled in painful spasm after spasm.

The searing, burning pain was awful, but somewhere in there, it felt somehow delicious. I could feel a wetness spread down into my loins from deep inside me. My sobbing was uncontrollable now. I was reduced to shame and pitiful tears, moaning over and over how sorry I was, and … really ... finally ... it dawned on me, the wetter I got, the sorrier I felt. I knew that this man really loved me, cared for me, and didn’t want me to get hurt, or hurt anyone else. I didn’t see him as being abusive, this was coming from a place of love. I gave myself over to the pain, as Doug continued to have at my quivering posterior. I could barely get the words out … “ twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen …” I fell silent and just gave into it .. “Uhhhh … ohhhhh … owwwww …” At 19 he stopped. Doug turned to Trooper Stark, and said … “you give her the last one .. she inconvenienced you, too, by making you have to traffic stop her.” I could see Stark raise the belt in the air, but hesitate … Come on, I’m thinking, just one more, do it and get it over with … Stark said .. “Only one? I missed my coffee break with Tina …”

Doug responded, Use your judgement, Stark, have at it.” “20, 21 …22, 23, 24, 25 ….” Stark was now counting, because I was too disoriented to keep track. “26, 27, 28 …” I could hear Stark breathing heavy, but the intensity of his spanking didn’t falter, even, steady and hard … “29 … 30. “

Sobbing like a chastised little girl, I meekly cried my sorries and begged forgiveness. I swore to God and a stack of bibles that I would never, ever be late again, and I would never, ever speed on THEIR highways, and I would never, ever disrespect the people who loved me and cared for me. My bottom was cherry red with small bruising beginning to show I heard Doug remark. “She’s well done .. good job, Stark, thanks.” “Always happy to help a brother, Doug. Maybe you can help me sometime when Tina gets out of line.”

Doug and Stark made small talk about wife spanking, and about how Stark was going to ask Tina to marry him next week, and about how he should go about bringing her on board with domestic discipline. I listened quietly as they untied my hands and feet, pulled up my panties over my blistered butt and fixed my skort. I had a hard time standing up after being tied over that leather horse for so long, but I put on my brave face, apologized again to Trooper Stark and thanked him, then turned to Doug. Doug gently kissed my tears and tenderly rubbed my very sore and stinging behind. “Baby,” I said, “I am so sorry, and yes, I really do see the error my ways. It will never, ever happen again, I promise.” “That’s my baby girl,” said my ruggedly handsome husband, as he began to put his belt back on his uniform trousers, strapped on his holster and replaced his Glock. “Go straight home now, Penny, I rescheduled your appointment with Dr. Lassiter’s office for tomorrow at 9 am sharp. I told him that you would be on time and ready for your appointment.” “Yes, honey, I will, don’t worry.”

Doug walked me to my car, kissed me deeply and said … “you know you are my baby girl. If anything ever happened to you, it would kill me and little Joey. I will see you this evening. I love you baby girl.” As Stark was pulling out of the drive, our eyes met for an instant, and he looked matter-of-fact, almost stern as he drove away. And I thought ..I hope I get to meet Tina soon, she has a really good man there. Gingerly, I sat down in the front seat of my SUV, my bum tingling and smarting from the serious quirting and strapping I received from Trooper Stark and my darling husband. I had an honest-go-goodness attitude adjustment by a very embarrassing and surprising discipline session. As I drove slowly down the road toward the expressway, my mind raced with a thousand things …. Wasn’t Target having a fall sale this week? Hmmmmmm …..

[flora.weston]

I like her! Thanks for sharing.

[Often123]

Hmm, I think we'll be hearing more about Penny, and perhaps Tina. I hope so.

[sgtjoe]

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