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The
Mother-in-Law by Shannon MacDouglas
Copyright (c) 2004 all rights reserved, Not For Sale |
Sherry and Tracey Myers and
their sister-in-law Sally Hudson crept quietly from the car to
the front porch of the big, old, Victorian house where they were
staying with their mother and mother-in-law Doris Myers until
their husbands returned from the war.
Sneaking out of
the house had been the easy part. Doris Myers was usually sound
asleep by 10 p.m. and the three young women had waited until
11 p.m. to head out to the
nearest bar.
“I’m going nuts
being cooped up all the time!” Sally had complained to her
brothers’ wives. “Church and work aren’t enough! It’s not like
we’re minors! Okay, so I’m not legal to drink! There are plenty
of fun places for us to go! We’re adults! We should be allowed
to make up our own minds!”
The plan was for
Sherry, 21, Tracey 22, and Sally, 19, to go out for a few hours,
reconnect with a few old friends, dance, laugh, and have a few
hours of being young again. They loved their husbands and would
never betray them, they just wanted a few moments of freedom
from the constraints placed upon them by
Doris.
If the young
women had had their way, they would have gotten a small
apartment to share while their husbands were deployed, but they
had been over-ruled by the three men who thought they would
worry less about their wives if the women stayed with
Doris.
Being the widow
of a Vietnam War veteran, Doris knew how hard it was for the
three young women to stay at home, waiting for their men to
return. So long as her sons and son-in-law were in harm’s way,
the women would stick to her rules, “Or suffer the
consequences.”
Creeping back into the house at 2:30 a.m., Sherry
and Tracey wondered what those consequences could be. Sally
already knew.
“Mind the squeaky
floor boards,” she hissed to her sisters-in-law a second too
late. Tracey’s left foot was squarely on the board, which
sounded like an alarm going off.
The front porch
light, always left on in case one of the men should come home
unexpectedly early, now flashed on and off.
“Busted!” Sally
announced. “We’re in for it now!”
The door swung
open, revealing Doris in her robe and slippers, a look of pure fury etched onto her face.
“Hi, Doris,”
Tracey said, attempting to cross in front of the woman. “Sorry
we woke you.”
“Get into the kitchen now,” Doris ordered, pointing a large wooden paddle toward the room, as if the
women did not know where it was.
Sally obeyed
quickly with Sherry following closely behind her. Tracey
hesitated for a second or two wondering how best to handle the
situation. Doris pointed again and Tracey followed the others.
“Sit down,”
Doris ordered.
The three women
gathered around the kitchen table, sitting in their usual
meal-time positions.
“You didn’t wake
me, the telephone did. It was one of your husbands calling with
news about another one. I ran to the room looking for the
caller, but she wasn’t there! I checked the other rooms and—much
to my surprise—all three of you and Tracey’s car were missing! I
had to pretend I had forgotten you’d made arrangements to go out
of town tonight on a church mission trip!”
“Which husband?
What news?” Sally demanded.
“You’d know that
if you had been here, wouldn’t you?” Doris taunted. “Is someone injured? Missing? Dead?”
The girls gasped.
“Promoted? Coming
home early?” Doris continued.
Sally and Sherry
started crying. Tracey stubbornly folded her arms in front of
her and leaned back in her chair.
“So tell us!”
Sally begged.
Doris began
pacing the overly cheerful kitchen, decorated patriotically like
the rest of the house. She idly tapped the paddle against her
free hand.
“No,” she said
quietly. “Sluts who go out while their husbands are at war don’t
deserve to hear the news as soon as it is known. You may go to
your rooms now, sleep if you can, and report back down here for
your punishment at 0700. Dismissed.”
“You can’t do
this to us!” Tracey exclaimed.
“I can and I am.
You’ll hear the news after your punishment tomorrow,” Doris
said, turning on her heel and going to her own room.
The three young
women sat for a moment in stunned silence, Stacey and Sally
still crying.
“It can’t be but
so bad,” Tracey said. “She said the news came in a phone call.
Bad news is personally delivered by a chaplain. I think she’s
just trying to make us suffer more.”
“But they’re
together! If something happened to any one of them, the others
would know right away. It might take the chaplains a few hours
to get the news and get out here,” Stacey said.
Tracey shook his
head. “We aren’t that far from the base and they don’t always
wait until morning to deliver condolence calls. And you saw her.
She was mad at us, not in mourning for a son or son-in-law!”
“I hope you’re
right!” Sally said.
“Let’s go to
bed,” Tracey suggested. “We can iron it all out in the morning.”
At 7 a.m., the girls assembled in the kitchen.
Doris greeted them coldly.
“I trust you took
a few hours to consider what’s about to happen,” she said,
displaying the paddle.
Growing up in the
neighborhood, Sherry and Tracey and heard stories about Doris’
method of discipline. Sally knew it all too well and perched on
her chair with her knees drawn up and arms wrapped protectively
around her legs. She was shaking and rocking gently back and
forth.
“The women of
this family have a certain, inherited position in the
community,” Doris said. “We are the ones whose husbands,
brothers and sons have gone off to war whenever there was a
need. It is a tradition dating back to the French and Indian
War—before the Revolution—and don’t think people don’t know and
appreciate the sacrifices this family made!
“For the three of
you to sneak out at night to go to a nightclub where you know
all sorts of men are trolling for loose women, is inexcusable.”
“We didn’t do
anything wrong!” Tracey interrupted her.
“Nothing wrong?
Suppose that call last night had been your husband in a field
hospital, calling to hear your voice one last time, before dying
of injuries or going to a battle which proves to be his last?
Imagine the guilt you would carry in your heart forever! You
may be bored and tired and ready to go out and have fun, but
sneaking out at night to go to a place like Susan’s is not the
right way!”
Doris emphasized
her point by slamming the paddle against the kitchen table.
“If you touch any
one of us with that thing, I will have you arrested for
assault,” Tracey promised.
“Have it your
way,” Doris said lightly. “But, if you want to know whose husband called and what
the news was, you will each have to submit to an old-fashioned,
over-the-knee, bare-assed, one-you-won’t forget-anytime-soon,
paddling, preceded and succeeded by half-an-hour’s corner time.”
Tracey rolled her
eyes and stood up. “I’m going to call Dave right now and find
out what’s going on!”
“I had the
liberty of putting a long distance lock on the house phone,”
Doris said.
“And you left your cell phone
on the bar at Susan’s. That’s how I knew you were there last
night. I called, right after you left and some stranger
answered. What would David, Greg or Mike have thought if it had
been one of them calling that number?”
Tracey sat down
sullenly.
“And, if we don’t
submit to this crazed punishment of yours?”
“Then you’ll have
to wait and worry until one of the boys phones. Could be an
hour, a day, a few weeks. In the meantime, the one who called
will wonder why his beloved wife has not returned his call.”
She paced around
the table, tapping her hand with the paddle.
“So, if I were
any of you and it was my husband over there risking his life for
his country, I would be making a beeline for the nearest
corner,” she said.
Sally and Sherry
stood up and walked towards corners in the kitchen.
Tracey glanced
after them, wishing there was a way out of this.
Doris picked up
the kitchen timer and set it for thirty minutes.
“Tracey?”
Doris asked.
“Please, Tracey,
it will hurt like Hell, but I can’t stand not knowing who called
or what the news is!” Sally begged.
“Me either!”
Stacey added.
Tracey studied
the two girls and then walked toward a vacant corner. “The
things I do for you!”
“If any of you
takes her nose from the corner or speaks, the time will start
over for all three of you,” Doris announced, setting the timer on the table. “This family will not be
disgraced just because you three are too immature to stay home
and wait for your men.”
For the next half
an hour, Doris regaled the young women with stories of the Myers men and how bravely
they fought the various wars in the country’s history. She not
only knew all of the war stories, but was able to add a lot of
details about their brave wives who raised children, managed
farms and businesses and remained truly faithful to their
husbands.
When the timer
rang, Tracey was momentarily relieved that at least her
mother-in-law quit talking.
“To the living
room, ladies,” Doris ordered, again using the paddle as a pointer.
“One of you bring a
straight-backed chair and set it in the middle of the room,
please.”
Sally scurried to
grab the chair and place it as directed.
“I have decided
to give you each five swats, on the bare, more if you refuse to
cooperate. As each swat is delivered, you will count it and
thank me. Then you will go to your corners for another thirty
minutes. There will be no talking or moving about once you are
in your corners. Is that clear?”
“Yes ma’am,” the
girls murmured in unison.
From her pocket,
Doris removed a dice.
“You will roll this in order to determine who goes
first. The one with the highest number will be first.”
Tracey rolled a
three, Sally a four, and Sherry a six.
Doris sat on the
chair and beckoned Sherry towards her.
Sherry hesitated
and received a gentle push from Sally.
She stood next to
her mother-in-law.
“Bare-assed,”
Doris commanded.
Sherry
quickly removed her clothing and stretched out across Doris’ lap. The five swats were delivered quickly and methodically, with
Sherry counting them and thanking
Doris after each one.
As soon
as it was permitted, she ran back to the corner of the kitchen
where she had been earlier.
Sally
showed no hesitation as she bared her bottom and stretched out
over her mother’s lap. Her voice stayed almost even as she
counted the blows and thanked Doris for administering them.
She
quickly joined Sherry in the kitchen.
“Next,”
Doris said mildly, tapping the paddle against her free hand.
Tracey
felt her legs turn to Jell-O, and her knees to water as she
approached Doris. Her fingers fumbled with her clothes. She’d seen what the punishment
had done to Sherry and Sally. Their bottoms were bright red and
their faces tear-ravaged.
For a
moment, she dared to hope that the phone call had been from Mike
or Greg telling her Dave was on his way home to surprise her.
That the big, front door was about to swing open and her husband
would be standing there waiting to take her in his arms and away
from all of this.
Knowing
that was not going to happen and unable to bear the suspense any
further, she drew a deep breath and undressed from the waist
down. She sprawled across Doris’ lap and waited for the punishment to begin.
“I knew
you would be the troublemaker,”
Doris said. “It was
probably your idea to sneak out last night.”
It
hadn’t been but Tracey had no intentions of telling Doris that. No point in causing anyone else any more pain.
Doris drew the edge of the
paddle slowly and tantalizingly down Tracey’s bottom. Then she
used the edge of it to draw circles on her cheeks.
Just get on
with it! Tracey wanted to scream.
“I knew you’d be
the most difficult. You’re not really good Army Wife material. I
tried to tell my David that, but he married you any way,
stubborn mule.”
I happen to be
a terrific Army Wife, Tracey said. I do everything I am told, I
even agreed to live here with you, although I am old enough and
have enough money to get a place of my own—with or without my
husband’s permission! I am loyal and loving and, if you think
Dave and I will live anywhere near you once he’s home from the
war, guess again!
Doris placed her
hand against the small of Tracey’s back.
“When my
children were little, they always wanted to be last in line for
a paddling. Thought I’d run out of steam or something. They were
wrong. Paddling the first two just got me warmed up for the
third.”
She smacked
Tracey’s rump so hard the girl groaned.
“One. Thank you,
Doris.”
The second swat
was even harder and Tracey bit her lip to keep from screaming.
“Two,” she
whispered. “Thank you, Doris.”
The third blow
about knocked her off Doris’ lap.
“Three. Thank
you, Doris,” she managed to say between clenched teeth.
The fourth one
bit into the sweet spot, which had the spanking been done by her
husband, would have felt fantastic. As it was, she almost felt
raped.
“Four. Thank
you, Doris.”
The last one
took forever to be delivered, but, when it arrived, it nearly
sent Tracey into a coma.
“FIVE! Thank
you, Doris!” she screamed, writhing in agony.
“Go into the
kitchen” Doris commanded.
Tracey stumbled
and fell on her way to the kitchen and opted to crawl the last
few feet.
Again the
kitchen timer was set, as the three girls stood in their
corners.
Doris sat at the
table, reading the paper and monitoring the girls.
When, at last,
the timer rang, the three girls stayed in position until Doris
invited them back to the table.
The hard, wooden
chairs felt far worse than usual on their sore butts.
“I know you’re
all eager for news from the war. So, I shall tell you. Greg
called last night to tell us that all three of them have had
their tours extended an additional three months. That means
three extra months you will live under my roof, obeying my
rules. Is that understood?”
Sherry and Sally
nodded solemnly.
“Tracey?”
“Yes ma’am,”
Tracey said.
“You may go,”
Doris said, with a wave of her hand.
The three young
women quickly headed towards their rooms as Doris returned the
paddle to its rightful place in the kitchen drawer.
She thought
herself incredibly wicked to have made them take the swats on
the bare and then wait thirty minutes for any privacy. She knew
that at this very moment each of the three was in her own room,
gazing at the damage in the mirror and planning to masturbate as
quickly as possible—just as Doris had done after her
mother-in-law had paddled her when she slipped out for a little
fun while her husband was in combat.
That was session
she would never forget. The moment she was free of the older
Mrs. Myers, Doris had locked the door to her room, checked her
butt in the mirror and then liberally sprayed her fingers with
perfume. She then stuck her left middle finger up her ass as far
as it would go and left index finger into her most sacred place.
The heat from the perfume’s alcohol burned fabulously and
intensified as she stroked her clitoris with perfumed fingers
from her right hand.
Doris smiled,
remembering her shuttering climax and the way her butt muscles
had continued clenching and relaxing afterwards.
She smiled,
wondering if the girls would behave until their men returned. It
would be a marvelous homecoming. She’d cook all of their
favorite foods and hang flags and banners everywhere up and down
the street. Maybe have a cookout and invite the neighbors,
plenty of them had sons and daughters in the military.
As joyous as
that event would be, it could not compare to the day she
revealed to her daughter and daughters-in-law the secret of the
women of the family. While their men were away, each had been
punished by her mother or mother-in-law, for sneaking out to
have a little fun.
From the first
one who slipped away for a glass of ale during the French and
Indian War, on down through the centuries to the present, each
brave wife had had a moment of weakness and was disciplined for
it.
Doris would tell
them those stories when they were older. When they had brave
sons and daughters going off to war and they had daughters or
daughters-in-law of their own!
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