Chapter 3

She should have none better than to poke the ‘beast. Rebel and refuse to clean the bathrooms. The bottom line was by ‘CHALLENGING’ established modes of accepted behavior.

The capricious female-wed to be see tried to set an awful president and put silly and relationship breakers into possible play no longer very desirable, cherished female minions whom fate had thrown together. And, it was all because her choice not to help clean the bathrooms was an epic life-changing mistake. In the end, experience is necessary to portray such heinous acts in a master-submissive bond. For it is not the actual betrothed many times one must be worried the most about the males in the family clan who have great sway and failure to handle their female is seen as a point of shame and disgust.

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Recap: “After a spanking, do you know what that feels like? Are you out of your mind girl?” Gwyn asked in a rather perturbed alto voice.

Gwyn’s Account- Point Of View

I felt the heat of breath just before I heard the voice of my steel master and her tone further rattled me.

“A little discombobulated, missy! And, since you’re my missy we are not through. Unless you want us to be through!

My bun still burned badly, but I was stunned that he was seriously threatening to expel me from any chance of matrimony. Wow, now that would be a real bummer. So, given situation and the disrespect I had shown her Pa.

It was more than obvious that Pa as her girls often called him was still peeved at me and I was not in her good graces. So, I braced myself for whatever was to come next. I just hoped that I would be able to handle it and make my master happy with me again. You, see away from her dad and family, he was a softie, a real marshmallow malleable to being bottomed from the top.

I had to smile because if her dad knew of that, he would kick her butt all the way to Memphis! However, if I bared my real thoughts and how our relationship really worked in private, pride would go-eth before the fall. I would lose my man and be cast aside. But, it still bothered me as I wondered what my backside hole was in for, period.

The time has come, Gwyn to bend over the kitchen table, reach back, grasped your little fat cheeks hard and SPREAD then apart as wide as you can possible hold them!

“I think you are nuts, if you think I am going to let your maniac dad fuck me in the ass!”

“Click – Click –Click,” he made the disapproving sound with her lips.

“On second thought, perhaps, my Pa was right and you need more discipline...”

“Look Art that man is whacked!”

“Really Gwyn, maybe you are the one who needs to be whacked even HARDER!”

“Hmph, all I said, meaning no disrespect, Art.”

“Still, be that as it may Gwyn your hiney is grass and you damn well fix this screw up with my Pa!

“I must admit timing to rebel was poorly timed and I’m sorry, but, honey full I’m sure and if fucked up the butt I will grace the air with my unladylike farts and maybe visible worse.

“Gwyn, believe me one day all this pain will go away, life goes on. The question is will be still lovers?”

“I didn’t mean it, give me another chance. I don’t want freedom!!”

“Really, Gwyn, because of your actions doesn’t warrant a woman who raised her fist and acted, so insensitive in comment and deed to my father. “You stand here and say you want to be punished by Pa. Until he gives the word you are suspended banished from the family including wives, girlfriends and all males in the clan.”

“Wow, I didn’t realize it was that serious. Oh, no Art, but please not my anus. It will be such anguish!” Gwyn whined to Art.

“Here’s your problem as I see it, Gwyn. While I sympathize with you current full situation, your tampon and string that hangs between your legs denotes your period and vaginal hole punishment surely to be carried out with the fucking of a variety very large dildo which would indeed be a teachable moment would be unsightly, Gwyn. Well, as you know would be unnatural and messy. However, messy or not nature has provided you with another smaller orifice that can serve as a suitable substitute for a fucking pain fest.

However, know this missy you can be assured my Pa if not satisfied will go to my brothers, their wives and even girlfriends will shun you and brand you a cast away. Your ass will hit the pavement before you know what happened to you.

And, you know bitch your hiney had better let him be in charge or your ass is grass!”

“I was only kidding, I will clean her bathrooms, and I don’t want to leave you!

“I don’t think that will be enough to save your baby-fat ass. Brass tacks you should prepare yourself as is to be fucked HARD and strong in your ass, period. As you are, my dear Gwyn. Lube be damned as he takes your Hershey Highway tonight.

“I believe you want to make this right. We can still be as happy as clams! Here’s a tip on how to make that still happen. Afterwards I suggest you drop hard to the floor, so your knees hurt as you land as a sign of respect. I suggest as a matter of tack that you ask to clean her appendage, so rudely removed from your hiney and clean it of shit, no matter the buggered substances found from your breached asshole.

“Go, now, he’s in the semi tractor trailer, it’s a double sleeper cab-over, Peterbilt. Mind him. I know he loves your visible panty line” The truck cab’s name Peterbilt, made her wonder if Mr. Peter was built and how that would feel in her hiney never before used and plundered.

“Yeah I guess you’re right. I really did add fuel to the fire.”

“Besides my girl you will miss a week of competition rehearsals and because Nationals start next Saturday technically you would not be back at school until that following Monday and would be left hiney.”

“What if you punished me instead could you sell Art on not calling off the wedding... ?”

“Ah what the hell I will see if I can smooth his tail feathers.”

“Thanks tell her I will do gut busters, suicide drills until I cramp and puke that ought a be enough of an agonizing physical punishment to satisfy hubbie to be, Art.”

“Alright Gwyn you are an important part of the performance team, not only your voice but trying to re-choreograph for the hole on stage your absence would cause. Now that would be a pain in the ass for me.”

Mr. Peter turned weekend gear shifter and her apprentice Gwyn took off to deliver their load to St. Louis. Later at ate back of the freight yard out of ear range Gwyn’ Pa ordered her into the back of the sleeper cab and to get on all fours on the bed. Mr. Peter took the wooden paddle and runs her fingers along its length.

There’s a fair degree of turmoil on using this arcane learning method to deter further outburst in an effective manner and this could only be achieved without last damage if the paddling was taken on the bare bottom. So, before they got started Gwyn’ Pa to be, approached the blonde coed on her fours on the sleeper bed and yank down her jeans and then to Gwyn’s protest her tight white underpants were pulled down baring the field of action.

“One.” he whispered, flinching, tensing, and waiting for the first swat to fall. Denoted below in the mind as “ ******* “

“ ******* “

Gwyn blurted, loud in pain.

The blonde fetching former majorette was in for a serious hiney heat hiding in the form of a hard paddling. She barely had time to register the whooshing sound of the paddle travelling through the air when a hard, white hot pain exploded over her ass-cheeks. The loud crack of wood slammed into her flesh ringing in her ears. Gwyn gasped as her body slid forward on the truck sleeper bed from the force of the swat, unable on her fours to stop her forward motion with her hands He managed to keep her knees from buckling, and asked for the second swat.

“ ******* “

Another loud crack and Gwyn cried out, unable to stop a moan from escaping her tightly closed lips. She slid forward again across the truck cab bunk.

“ ******* “

Gwyn choked out. It was necessary to keep the swats coming as fast as possible, it hurt less that way, perhaps only because her Pa turned weekend drive master had less time to aim, less time to gather her strength. The paddle slammed into her reddened, bruised bottom cheeks and Gwyn vocalized her pain letting loose with a high-pitched girlish scream that pleased the trucker. The back of the eighteen-year olds legs trembling while her red ass jiggled in a tremor of new fright knees as her chorus girl knees buckled from the force of the wooden paddle swat Gwyn now was filled with dread as her bottom went from red to near purple.