Short - And To The Point.....................

Leigh sat at the kitchen table, contemplating the paper and pen lying in front of her. The morning had not started well...............

She did not always wake up when her husband left for work in the mornings. He left so early that, most days, she slept right through his morning routine. Most mornings, he tried to move about quietly so he didn't wake her. But not today. She was already half conscious by the time he came to her side of the bed. Expecting the usual kiss goodbye, she started to roll towards him, her eyes still firmly shut. But they flew open when he stopped her and held her on her stomach while pulling the bedclothes off her body. She yelped in protest as the cool morning air blew across her skin. Indignation turned to alarm when he next quickly yanked her panties down, baring her bottom. The struggle began when, with no explanation, he began applying hard swats to her backside with her wooden hairbrush.

She twisted and bucked during the first twenty swats. He stopped, but only long enough to warn her to be still or he would get the cane. That was enough to halt her in her tracks. She didn't know what she was in trouble for, but she knew she didn't want the cane. The spanking began again, but this time there was a lecture with it, every two or three words punctuated by a sharp smack with the brush. He told her how disappointed he was in her recent behavior, how her attitude had become bratty and abrasive, and how she had let things go around the house. He spanked and talked, and talked and spanked, as Leigh buried her face in her pillow and howled at every stroke. She lost count, and was finally limp and sobbing when he laid down the brush.

The spanking stopped, but the lecture continued. He told her that he expected an improvement in her attitude, and that he wanted to see more of an effort made around the house. When she thought he was done, she started to get up, but he ordered her to stay in place until he told her to move. Then she felt the ultimate indignity. His hands pulled her cheeks apart, and she felt the slick plug being inserted into her bottom between her hot, pulsating buttocks. She could only lay there and groan in misery, her butt wiggling from side to side as he pushed it in. When the plug was firmly in place, he gave her six more hard swats with his hand, and then pulled her to her feet and turned her to face him. With a stern glare, he gave her her instructions for the day, kissed her tear-stained face, and left.

So now Leigh found herself beginning her first assigned chore. Sitting at the table on the hard kitchen chair made her squirm, made difficult by not only her sore bottom, but also the intruder lodged there. He had said it would keep her mind on what she was supposed to be doing. She hated to admit it, but it was working. With a sigh, she picked up the pen and began to write:

1. I will get my housework done and not spend all day playing on the computer.

One down, only 99 to go.......................