Free Spanking Romance Stories - Punished Wives Collection by Leah Kelley

Alyssa.
     
    If the argument had been his fault he’d be happy to apologize, but it hadn’t. Alyssa was the one who snapped at him when he took a wrong exit. He retaliated with hateful words of his own, and she became emotional, threatening to take the next Greyhound bus back home to her daddy. He, of course, told her that would be perfectly fine with him. That all happened two hundred miles ago, and he was getting thoroughly sick of her pouting.
     
    His eyes slid to the glove box, remembering what was still inside. He and his ex-wife had attended a child-rearing conference in Indianapolis when their daughter was no older than two or three. The conference had been pro-spanking, and afterwards next to the Michael Perl and Richard Fugate books they’d found for sale a “Chastening Implement”, affectionately known otherwise as the “Wisdom Worker”. Made of flexible polyurethane, it was advertised to provide just the right amount of sting without causing injury. He and his wife had joked about it and he’d whapped his leg with it. Ouch! Man, that thing had hurt.
     
    After lunch they’d decided that perhaps a purchase of the “Wisdom Worker” wouldn’t be such a bad idea. It was small enough to fit into purses, glove boxes, and the like, and it wouldn’t take a lot of space to provide a thorough lesson to a misbehaving child. They’d gone back to the table late in the day and, since there was a buy one, get one free sale going on, bought four—one for her purse, one for the car, one for the house, and since they had one left over they put it in the glove box of his eighteen-wheeler for those frequent occasions he took his family with him on an over-the-road trip.
     
    Since most spanking experts recommended parents not use their hand for discipline, the “Wisdom Worker” had been just the thing. Jill-Ann had received her spankings immediately after the misbehavior occurred, just as the experts recommended. The lesson provided was of a severity to bring deep regret, yet the implement never left a mark on her that lasted more than a half hour. Though it was rarely used at home it was worth its weight in gold for those occasions when they were out and needed to discipline their daughter.
     
    With all this child-rearing knowledge running through his head, he couldn’t help but think that Alyssa could benefit from some of it. She had a sweet disposition most of the time, but she could certainly stand to learn a few lessons in respect and obedience. She claimed to strongly believe in submission to her husband and even wore dresses all the time as a sign of this, but she didn’t always practice what she preached. Perhaps she needed a bit of help from him.
     
    He glanced at her again. She caught his gaze, raised her chin and deliberately turned her head. If that had been his daughter she’d be across his knee right now. Why should Alyssa be any different? She was under his authority just as surely as was his daughter.
     
     
    Be consistent. The child should be punished for their misbehavior every single time.
     
     
     
    Lucas found himself substituting “wife” for “child” in his thoughts.
     
     
    The spanking should be of a length and severity that the wife realizes the misbehavior is never worth the punishment.
     
     
    It would certainly be nice not to have to deal with Alyssa’s pouting anymore. That was her one habit that drove him crazy, one he didn’t realize she had until after they’d been married a couple of weeks. She used it to control him. He always hesitated to rebuke her in any way, always questioning whether it was worth hours of his wife’s pouting if he did. He could see it damaging their marriage down the road and it worried him.
     
     
    The wife should always know beforehand the consequences of her misbehavior.
     
     
    “ Alyssa,” he said to the back of her head, “I am tired of your pouting. I will give you one minute to stop. If you choose to continue to behave like a