Our Cowboy Writer strikes again.
For the rest of Cowboy Writer’s stories:
Taming the Cowboy
Taming the Cowboy II: The Cowboy’s Revenge
School for Husbands
Tiffany
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‘Beth’
CHAPTER 1
Beth allowed herself a satisfied smile as she put away her best china and cleared the table.
Her tea party with the three ladies from the Women’s’ Guild went very well and she was confident her application would be accepted.
Membership in the developing Western town’s most influential organization for women would give her an opportunity to express her opinions on many subjects and would be the ideal conclusion to a wonderful year for the local Schoolmistress.
She certainly had attracted attention when she arrived in town from Boston a year ago , to set up the local school.
The attractive , tall , willowy redhead soon turned the heads of every eligible male suitor for miles around.
However , it wasn’t long before the candidates were weeded out .
Most were unable to handle Beth’s confident manner , intelligence and outspoken opinions on subjects generally considered taboo for women.
Beth was no wallflower and enjoyed debating with men on many issues that other women in town never dare speak of , and she could hold her own in a good argument with any man.
To John Dillon , the muscular , handsome bachelor who owned the biggest ranch in the county ,Beth was both intriguing and a challenge.
Their courtship had been a fiery one at times , but their true love for each other blossomed .
After a few months of courting , the two were now husband and wife and had set up their home at John’s expansive ranch .
Having been occupied by a bachelor cowboy for some years , the place certainly needed a woman’s touch , and Beth was glad to provide it .
Using her organizational skills as a teacher she began to bring some order to the marital household.
John had proved to be a good , loving husband willing to accept Beth’s assertiveness and opinions but also ready to rein her in when needed.
They were truly equals who respected and loved each other.
However , John was not without his faults , and was well known for his short temper and wild ways .
He was not known for shirking a fight , and would use strong language to get his pointr across at times.
Since their marriage there had already been a number of occasions when these faults came to light , and Beth had made it very clear to her new husband that such behavior was not acceptable to her.
To John’s credit he did make an honest effort to correct a lifetime of bad habits when he basically was able to do as he pleased.
Beth’s moment of reflection was interrupted by a loud commotion outside .
Peering nervously through the lace curtains in her window , her jaw dropped when she saw John involved in a heated verbal altercation with the three Womens’ Guild ladies at their horse and buggy.
The china cup Beth held in her hand dropped and smashed on the floor and her initial shock turned to anger.
“Darn you John Dillon ….you’d better not mess this up for me !” she fumed out loud to herself and she rushed out to calm the situation.
Chapter 2
“What’s going on John ?” Beth asked her Husband in a firm voice .
“Mrs. Dillon…..your Husband has used some uncalled for language towards us I do not care to repeat.
You should know , he also had some very uncomplimentary things to say about the Women’s’ Guild !” Mrs. Parsons , the Guild President fumed at Beth.
Beth put her hands on her hips and glared angrily at her Husband .
“Is this true John Dillon !” she asked angrily .
Sensing his wife’s fury John could only shrug his shoulders .
“Yea…. sure….I did call them a …er um ‘cackle of interfering old biddies’ …..and I did use a few cuss words…., but Beth …. they were being so uppity and rude with me … !” he tried to explain .
His response served only to enrage Beth even more.
“John Dillon …..this is just another example of that bad temper of yours which I’ve warned you about before ! I will not stand for it ……do you understand ?
These ladies are my guests and you have no right to insult them .
Get yourself up to the woodshed and I’ll be there shortly to deal with you !” she yelled to gasps from the ladies .
John was speechless and could barely muster a coherent babble upon hearing his wife’s order “ But…uh… Beth….aww…..but…”
“Don’t say you weren’t warned …Get going !” Beth lectured , pointing in the direction of the woodshed perched on a small hill beyond the ranch house.
His last visit there was as a boy when he received a sound licking from his Mother.
Surely his new wife had no intention of doing the same , but deep down he knew Beth was quite capable of doing exactly that !
He recalled those ‘warnings’ Beth referred to but he had not paid much attention to them at the time.
The last time was when he had lost his temper and swore at one of the young ranch-hands.
Beth had surprised him by immediately delivering a powerful slap to the seat of his denims which stung and sent up a cloud of dust.
“That’s just a sample of what you’ll get from me if I ever hear you use language like that to those young boys !” she had warned him.
On other occasions she had told him he ‘needed a sound thrashing’.
John realized he should have known better .
As the local schoolteacher , she was well known for her strict discipline and many a naughty boy had realized the error of his ways after Beth applied a dose of her trusty strap to the seat of his pants.
Now he was in the same position , and could expect the same treatment.
Red-faced and embarrassed , John spun around and walked briskly to the woodshed .
Beth turned to face Mrs. Parsons and the other ladies .
“I really do apologize for my Husband’s behavior ladies , and be assured that after I’ve dealt with him an appropriate apology will be forthcoming .
I surely hope this incident will not affect my application ?”
Mrs. Parsons smiled and shook Beth’s hand in admiration.
“ Of course not Mrs. Dillon…we at the WG understand that our menfolk can be somewhat unruly at times…..a little discipline would do them the world of good.
Uh….er…. may I ask what will happen to your husband ?”
Beth smiled “ Of course you may Mrs. Parsons. He’s going to get a lesson which will remind him of his bad manners……in fact he’ll be reminded every time he sits down for the next few days !” she explained confidently.
“I’m sure you ladies would do the same to your husbands ….wouldn’t you ?”
Mrs. Parsons and the other ladies tittered like schoolgirls .
“To be honest we haven’t tried …..but it does sound interesting “ one of them commented “perhaps you could give us a lecture at our next meeting ?”
“I’d be delighted toladies …. Anything to help bring some much needed civility to the men of this town .
The way to a man’s heart may be through his stomach , but the way to his head is through the part of his anatomy which makes contact with his saddle!” Beth declared .
The women laughed heartily as they nodded agreement.
“Well we’d best be on our way and leave you to your….uh…business Mrs. Dillon” said Mrs. Parsons happily as they rode off to a friendly wave and a smile from their hostess.
Beth’s smile turned to a scowl as she spun around and made her way determinedly to the woodshed .
CHAPTER 3
Fuming , Beth flung the shed door open dramatically.
John put both hands up in an attempt o stop her advance towards him.
“Now Beth…listen to me ….let me explain…..I know what I did was wrong …..but I’ll apologize …and I’ll make it up to you …..” he stammered.
Beth remained resolute and silent , advancing to confront her errant husband until he had backed into a corner.
“John Dillon , the time for talking is over …now you’re going to get what you’ve been needing for a long , long time .” she seethed through gritted teeth.
“Now take down your britches and bend over ! “ she ordered firmly.
Her husband’s was still stunned at rge turn of events .
“ You…you can’t be serious …Beth…..but honey …you can’t ..” John stammered . Beth’s reaction was a steely determined glare into his eyes.
“I SAID BEND OVER !”
John pondered launching another appeal but he quickly realized the right thing to do was to accept his punishment from his wife.
With a loud sigh he began undoing the buckle of his belt.
“Yes dear…” he murmered.
Beth looked around the shed and selected some long , thin rods to serve as a switch. John watched her nervously and gulped when she made a menacing swishing sound with each switch to test its effectiveness.
John lowered his pants to the floor and glanced warily over his shoulder before assuming the bent over position .
After finally settling on a switch to begin John’s punishment , Beth walked over to her bent over husband and stood behind him to his left side.
RaisIing the tail of his shirt she carefully placed it on his back to reveal his faded long johns.
“Get these down too……your getting this on the bare bottom husband !” she said impatiently patting the seat of her husband’s last remaining garment.
“Awwww…geez Beth ……” John whined but he stood up and yanked his long johns to his knees as he was told.
He felt the cool breeze on his bare skin when he bent over again and braced for the first stroke of the switch.
Beth teased her husband by brushing the switch across his rump , tapping it lightly.
She smiled , observing his cheeks clench in anticipation.
Then she raised the switch high above her head and it whistled through the air on its way down to meet its target.
There was a swish and a loud crack as it made contact , slashing against John’s exposed skin.
John gritted his teeth and breathed hard as the sharp sting of the first stroke set in .
He couldn’t believe how much it stung.
His wife continued with his switching administering brisk , uninterrupted , rapid-fire strokes to his exposed rear.
John tried but he could no longer hold his composure .
He yelled and howled instinctively as the switch danced around his buttocks and upper thighs .
He could feel the raised red welts forming each time the switch seared into his skin.
Buoyed by the effectiveness of the licking she was administering , Beth continued with the switching enthusiastically.
She noticed he was having trouble staying in position , hopping from foot to foot , and wiggling his rear in an attempt to avoid the onslaught.
Beth paused.
“Stay in position and stop moving or you’ll get it worse!” she warned.
Discarding the switch , she raised her palm and brought it down heartily on John’s right cheek.
Surprised by the change , John yelped and bucked forward.
Beth delivered a non-stop flurry of 20 or so solid spanks all over her husband’s bottom until her was crying for mercy.
“WAAAH! PLEASE BETH….STOP….I’M SORRY…PLEASE !” he bawled.
Having reduced her strong , tough husband into a whimpering schoolboy Beth was finally satisfied that he had learned his lesson.
She stopped the spanking and allowed him to stand up.
John staggered to his feet , moaning and breathing heavily.
His entire backside and tops of his thighs was a blazing red and dotted with raised welts from the switch.
He would be feeling the effects of this punishment every time he sits down for the next few days.
Beth’s amusement was evident while she watched with arms folded as her strong husband danced and bounced around the woodshed trying to rub the sting and burning from his bared rear, his pants at this ankles .
He finally gained enough composure to face his wife.
Tears welled in his eyes and he was truly a humbled and sorry man.
“Well? Do you have anything to say?” Beth asked in her classic Schoolmarm tone.
“I’m s…sorry Beth..” he replied in a faltering voice.
“Good …supper will be ready in ten minutes… “ she said calmly and turned to leave her husband in the woodshed to nurse his wounds.
Beth strode confidently back to the Ranch-house under the gaze of some ranch-hands working on a fence near the woodshed.
Judging by their expressions it would appear they had heard everything.
When John finally emerged from the shed he stoicly tried to act as if nothing had happened , but the Ranch-hands knew his wife had given him more than a good talking to.
The discomfort in his rear-quarters forced him to walk with a distinct limp and the grimace on his face told the story.
Knowing better , the workers hid their smirks and went about their work.
John ate supper that evening standing up using the mantle as his table.
“I’m sorry Beth …..I behaved poorly and deserved that licking you gave me …” he said calmly , picking at his plate.
“You still have to go over to Mrs. Graves’ house tomorrow to apologize …” Beth reminded him.
She stood up and planted a kiss on John .
“Come on you big lug….help me clean up the dishes and I’ll put some ointment on to ease the sting …” she offered.
CHAPTER 4
“Are you almost done darling? ….the ointment is ready !” Beth called out from the bedroom as John dried off the last dish.
John tossed the dishcloth aside , undid the apron he was wearing and entered the bedroom.
The sight before him left him speechless.
Beth lay face down on the bed …. completely naked….her head propped up by a palm on either side of her pretty face.
Her firm breasts presented themselves invitingly and her white , pert bottom wiggled seductively , beckoning him to her.
The punishment Beth had delivered to her handsome husband had fueled a fire in her loins which needed to be tended !
Beths long red hair , normally tied up with ribbons or a pony tail , cascaded over her shoulders and back.
She patted the bed beside her “ Come lie down here dear and I’ll apply the ointment to your poor bottom.”she purred.
John quickly disrobed and lay face down , allowing Beth to gently apply the cool ointment to his swollen , red buttocks .
Beth’s hands wandered all over his muscular frame .
She eased John him over on his side and ***.
The fire in John’s rear-quarters had fueled the fire in his loins.
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They spent the entire night continuing to make passionate love that neither of them had experienced before.
CHAPTER 5
The next morning Beth kissed her husband and handed him a cup of coffee as he lay in bed .
“OUCH..” John grimaced when he brushed his rear on the bed trying to sit up.”
Beth giggled “ Best get used to lying on your side darling…..I’m afraid its going to be a while before you can sit down comfortably” she remarked.
“Now finish your coffee and get dressed …..there’s lots of chores to be done ..” Beth announced.
John smiled “My first job will be take down that darn woodshed so you won’t be able to give me another switching “ he threatened.
Beth laughed and walked over to her dresser.
“Well then I’d just have to use the hairbrush instead my husband !” she replied brandishing her large wooden brush.
She looked up to ponder , putting a hand on her tiny chin.
“Let’s see now….your razor strap is another excellent option …then there’s the big wooden spoon in the kitchen…..and …” she added.
John put up a hand to stop her.”I get it…I get it …”
Beth wagged the brush at him “Oh you’ll get it alright if you don’t get dressed real fast!”
John promptly stepped out of bed.
John did his chores , leaving the woodshed intact , and then walked to town to deliver his apology to Mrs. Graves.
It wasn’t going to be easy , especially since she knew that Beth had given him a sound thrashing .
The older lady accepted his apology with grace.
“It takes a strong man to admit when he is wrong Mr. Dillon….. and an even stronger one to permit his wife to chastise him when he deserves it .
I imagine you are quite…er….sore today ?” she enquired curiously.
John blushed as he put a palm gingerly to the seat of his denims.
“Lets just say my wife knows how to get to the seat of a problem Mrs Graves .“
The older lady grinned.
“You can tell Mrs. Dillon she’ll make a fine addition to the women’s guild Mr Dillon …and if it makes you feel any better …. I’m sure you won’t be the only man in town who has had a date with his wife in the woodshed. “
CHAPTER 6
After a few days John’s backside was still tender but had recuperated enough to sit down , so he decided to set up his usual Friday night poker with his old friends Judge Beckett and Marshal Brown.
These were the two most powerful men in town and over the years the trio had enjoyed their men’s night out of gambling , cigars and whiskey.
John had not hosted a poker night since he married Beth so his turn was long overdue.
Beth was out giving a lecture at the Women’s Guild meeting that evening , so John figured it worked out well.
He didn’t bother to tell Beth as he expected they would be finished before the end of the Womens Guild meeting , which their wives also enthusiastically attended .
He knew Beth would not approve of the gambling , drinking and smoking and he would have lots of time to tidy up before Beth arrived home anyway.
John poured a drink for the Judge when he arrived and beckoned him to his favorite armchair. “Er …uuh …thanks John but think I’ll stand for a while…..stiff back sitting at court all day you know ….”he mumbled.
John became curious when , Marshall Brown also declined a seat , complaining to be saddle sore from being on his horse all day.
John put a hand to his chin.
“Tell me gentlemen……. we’ve been friends for a long time ….have your wives been attending Beth’s lectures at the Women’s Guild ? John asked.
Both men looked at each other before nodding.
“So by any chance have you two had a ….’trip to the woodshed’ recently ?” he asked.
Both mend looked away and coughed , nervously staring down at their shoes.
The Judge was first to speak.
“You know , it took a lot of guts for Mildred to take me upstairs and thrash my behind the way she did ….and you know something ? I darn well deserved it !” he said , looking relieved.
“Martha took one of those canes from her garden .. ….and striped my butt good !” The Marshal declared.
John and the Judge grimaced in unison as they pictured the scene.
“ I Deserved every lick though….” The Marshall added
Having a common experience unified the friends even more and the whiskey and ciigars flowed freely.
After a few more drinks the Judge blurted “ I’ll tell you one thing gentlemen … that strapping was worth every lick … Mildred was as frisky as a showgirl afterwards !”
Marshall Brown nodded in agreement “ .. Martha was like a savage girl after she’d whipped my behind …..”
John laughed and poured some more drinks “ Here’s to our wives !’ they toasted.
CHAPTER 7
Meanwhile down the street Beth was standing in front of a standing room only throng of women at the Ladies Guild meeting holding up a wooden hairbrush.
“I’m sure you each have one of these at home in your dresser ladies …..if not I suggest you get one at the General Store.
You need to add this weapon to your arsenal !
A strap pr switch will smart and sting but a good dose of the back of this hairbrush will really get your point acrosske !
Don’t forget ladies …to apply the hairbrush properly your man must lie across your knees as you sit down.
This will be more comfortable for you more , give you better accuracy and will be most humiliating for him…..” she continued on as the hushed room listened intently.
Beth’s talk received a standing ovation from the thrilled audience.
She was the most sought after person in the room as the ladies enjoyed their tea and cake afterwards.
sat on her horse sand buggy for the short ride home.
Sitting on her buggy for the ride home , she had a very satisfied feeling …and all that talk about spanking at the meeting also excited her in other ways. !
She just couldn’t wait to get home so her husband could make passionate love to her .
When she arrived at the Ranch she was surprised to see two horses tied outside .
CHAPTER 8
Inside the ranch house , the three menhad lost all track of time and were surprised when Beth returned home and observed the card game still in progress.
All three men quite drunk and the house a complete mess.
Beth surveyed the mess around her without saying a word ..
“Uuuh…..guess we better get going ….getting late …..bye Beth ……” the Judge stuttered as the pair hurriedly left the room in short order.
Beth closed the door behind them and John stood up.
“Don’t worry Beth….I’ll clean it up…..” he reasoned.
“Why didn’t you tell me about this John ? This is yet another example of your selfishness and inconsideration !” Beth said , standing with arms folded and foot tapping.
While ohn scrambled for a response , Beth dug into her bag , pulled out the hairbrush and grabbed John roughly by the ear.
Unable to free himself without ripping off his ear John moaned for her to free her grip.
Beth pulled out a chair from the table and sat down on it , placing the hairbrush on her lap.
With her free hand she expertly began undoing her husband’s denims , yanking them down to his ankles.
When he protested she glared up at him angrily and roughly jerked down his long johns .
She tipped him head first across her lap , and he landed with his legs high in the air and his nose almost touching the floor.
Beth took hold of the hairbrush and adjusted his position across her lap , surveying her target.
John’s struggled to balance in his position and his muscular buttocks tensed in anticipation .
His white cheeks still showed a few faint marks from his earlier thrashing but Beth intended to add some much needed color to them.
Just as she had described at the meeting , Beth proceeded to administer a textbook hairbrushing to her Husband’s bare bottom.
He howled , kicked and struggled in vain over her lap.
The hairbrush tattooed red ovals on his skin untill his entire bottom was flaming red.
A few areas where the brush had landed repeatedly were becoming blistered.
Undeterred , Beth continued to bring down the hairbrush on her target .
Loud cracks echoed around the room.
Outside on the porch the Judge and the Marshall had paused to listen to their friend being spanked hard by his wife.
They were just like a couple of kids ….part of them wanting to run but their curiosity forcing them to stay and watch through !
John bucked violently on her lap when Beth delivered a final flurry of smacks and dumping her husband off her lap onto the floor.
Hairbrush still in hand she calmly walked over to the telephone .
“Hello Mrs. Beckett ….its Beth Dillon…..fine thank you ….glad you enjoyed the talk.
I just wanted to let you know that your husband is here …he’s been drinking , gambling , smoking and also has made quite a mess at my house !
I suggest you greet him with the hairbrush when he arrives home..
Would you mind popping over to Mrs. Brown and let her know that the Marshall is here also….you’re welcome…goodbye “. Beth put down the phone .
The two men stared at each other and raced for their horses to head home to face their wives.
CHAPTER 9
John had somehow struggled to his feet and was standing before Beth sporting an expression as painful as his scorched bottom.
His pants and longjohns were still at his ankles and s he clutched his buttocks with both hands.
Stooped to pull up his pants M, Beth put her hand up to stop him.
“Get those pants right off Mister…” she ordered .
“Aw Beth….not more….I’m soo sore….honest…. “ he pleaded backing away.
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John cried out when Beth took a firm grip of his well spanked cheeks with both her hands.
Her long red pony tail whipped around violently .
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Hauling Beth to her feet , he spun her around and she positioned herself face first over the kitchen table.
Glasses , bottles and playing cards flew to the floor as Beth positioned herself across the table.
John hoisted her dress and petticoats and Beth moaned for him to hurry .
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John finally caught sight of her lace pantaloons which was the last layer of her clothing between him and the jewels he sought.
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Beth’s long ponytail swung around her shoulders wildly narrowly missing her husband’s face.
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Exhausted , sweating and breathing heavily they both lay prone for a few moments.
They both stood up and turned to face each other.
John embraced Beth tightly and their lips locked in a long , lingering kiss.
As the kiss continued they both kicked off their remaining garments.
Standing naked , Beth squealed in amusement when John scooped her up ,flung her over his shoulder and carried her to the bedroom .
Meanwhile back in town , two of the most distinguished men in the County, were sporting two of the reddest , sorest backsides in the County.
As they lay in bed with their very satisfied wives , they wondered what the Women’s Guild would come up with at their next meeting !
CHAPTER 10
Since Beth’s work began at the Womens Guild , life in the small town had changed noticeably.
Everyone seemed happier ,friendlier and relaxed.
Men were visibly more respectful towards their wives , opening doors , addressing them politely and helping them with the household chores.
Couples and Families were spending more time together.
Drunkiness , fighting and rowdiness had declined significantly.
The Womens Guild credited Beth’s initiative for much of the change and had elevated her to Vice-President.
She and Mrs Parsons , the Guild President , became members of the Town Council and were able to pass a number of bylaws which made the town more respectable .
Beth also became Editor in Chief of the local newspaper and now the paper now carried many articles for or about women’s rights.
Marshall Brown had hired a female Deputy , Annie Woods , who was proving to be very efficient in maintaining order in the streets.
In a controversial move , Judge Dermott insisted that men appearing before him charged with being disorderly or similar offences be accompanied in court by their wives .
He now had the authority to waive the normal sentence of a fine or jail term upon condition the guilty man’s be released into his wife’s custody for administration of ‘domestic discipline’.
Needless to say Beth was very proud of her work but remained modest by crediting all the women in town for the changes.
At home , Beth and John’s relationship continued to flourish .
John’s bouts of temper , rowdiness and other faults occurred less frequently , but when they did happen , he knew the consequences.
Beth firmly believed in disciplining her husband as soon as the offending behavior occurred .
This would occasionally create an embarrassing situation for John .
If the couple was at home when the offence occurred , John would be quickly sent to the woodshed or the bedroom where Beth would administer a sound bottom warming with a switch , hairbrush or strap .
If John’s misbehavior occurred in public , Beth had to wait for an opportune time to take the appropriate corrective action.
This was rare , but on one occasion John had been rude to some visitors at a reception she was hosting at the Town Hall .
Beth was forced to intervene and escorted her husband to the Judges Chambers.
The couple returned some time later , arm in arm and , smiling and content.
John’s smile was somewhat forced and his walk suggested he was suffering from discomfort in his rear-quarters
Most of the Ladies present smiled smugly , realizing John had received more than a lecture from his wife in the chambers.!
CHAPTER 11
The Judge’s Chambers had offered Beth and John the privacy they needed for carrying out a domestic discipline session , but Beth did not have any of the usual implements she would normally used at home to chastise her Husband.
The only option was a sound , old fashioned , over the knee hand spanking with her hand!
As her long formal dress restricted her movement , Beth decided to remove it and administered her husband’s spanking in her undergarments!
Even John was surprised at the power with which Beth delivered the long hard spanking he received.
She heartily slapped his bare buttocks and upper thighs until they were redder than a ripe tomato and her palm stung .
John performed his usual post spanking “dance” around the room rendering Beth was very aroused by the situation.
She reached stepped out of her silk drawers and John , lready naked from the waist down needed no encouragement responding to his wife’s asvances.
They wildly made love right there on the Judges desk!
John made sure to let his wife know how well she had spanked him , but she reminded him when they returned home after the reception he would be over her lap again for a “proper” correction with her hairbrush.
John’s ‘double whacking’ made sitting down very challenging for John the next few days.
CHAPTER 12
One of Beth’s new projects for the Womens’ Guild was the “Husband Report Card” which she developed using her skills as a School Teacher and tested at home with John.
Every Saturday Beth would go through a list of ‘subjects’ and would grade John on each one.
John was allowed to give his opinion but, as in School , Beth’s decision was final.
If John’s overall grade fell below a B- , he would receive discipline according to his grade.
Beth was a tough marker and constantly raised the bar for her Husband so , despite his improvements , after 6 report cards John was still shooting for that elusive B-.
His best performance was a C which still earned him a full dozen ‘stingers’ with the razor strap.
After a particularly bad week , a disappointed Beth awarded John his first F grade.
For this lowest of the low marks John received a pre-breakfast switching and a bedtime hairbrushing every day for the next week !
The only consolation for John was the knowledge that Beth was so sexually ravenous after these discipline sessions he was assured of a rapture filled love-making session !
The Womens’ Guild adopted Beth’s report card unanimously and it was soon in use in homes all over town .
The local newspaper began publishing articles entitled “Disciplining your Husband “ and “ Beyond the Hairbrush” as more and more women ‘warmed’ to the trend.
Beth invited a delegation from the Womens Guild to the Town Council Meeting and they were able to pass a by-law which legally empowered wives to discipline their Husbands for certain domestic offences.
Judge Dermott received a deadly glare from his Wife Mildred when he made the legally sensible point that it was only fair that Men should receive the same right towards their wives.
“No real Gentleman would even contemplate laying a hand on a lady in such a fashion !” came the outraged reply from the Womens Guild representatives.
Later that evening Mildred Dermott severely roasted the Judge’s ample derriere with her hairbrush for daring to even make such a suggestion !
The dramatic change in the town was soon attracting attention across the State , and the Governor sent a representative to investigate their success.
Beth was excited at the news .
The revolution had begun !
CHAPTER 13
Horace Tweed , the Governor’s representative , arrived in town and was very impressed with the quality of life .
As part of his assignment he had attended one of Judge Dermott’s court sessions to evaluate the type of cases being heard.
He was pleased to see that all the offences were quite minor , but curious that all the offenders were men and that in all cases the Judge waived the normal State penalty and placed the accused in the custody of his wife to receive “appropriate correction”.
Tweed obtained his answer when he browsed through the town bylaws and he came across by-law 13:
‘For certain offences committed by Married Men such as drunkiness , swearing , fighting , rowdiness or general inconsideration towards his wife the State penalty may be waived on condition the offender be released into the custody of his wife who will be responsible to administer appropriate discipline in private at the Marital home.
Such discipline will be in the form of corporal punishment applied with a strap , switch , hairbrush or similar instrument to the offender’s bare buttocks .’
Tweed shook his head and read it again , barely believing his eyes.
After discussing the matter with Judge Beckett , he was referred to speak to Beth .
She gave him a very thorough and articulate description of the changes happening in the Town.
Tweed was very impressed , as was the Governor when he read the report.
In fact he was so impressed he made a request for Beth to come and meet him .
CHAPTER 14
Beth was in awe of her surroundings as she entered the Governor’s Mansion , her eyes soaking up the opulent surroundings.
She felt so small as she sat in the huge room with high ceilings and expensive paintings on the wall.
After a few moments the sound of footsteps on the marble floor were audible and the huge door of the room opened.
Governor Jones strode confidently in and smiled broadly at Beth and then stooped to kiss her hand.
“Welcome Mrs Dillon , I’ve been looking forward to this meeting “ he said kindly .
The Governor was a tall , surprisingly handsome man in his early forties with well groomed dark hair tinged with distinguished shade of gray on the sides .
His well tailored suit and confident swagger added to his attractiveness and Beth was pleasantly surprised .
Jones chatted casually with Beth as he showed her around the mansion .
They finally arrived at his expansive office where he took a seat behind a massive , well polished desk.
Beth settled into one of the plush visitors chairs and they continued their vibrant discussion on state politics.
The Governor commended Beth for her work in improving womens’ rights , equality and quality of life in her town.
“Frankly I’m quite amazed that you were able to achieve this in such a male dominated state like ours Mrs Dillon .
I’m particularly impressed by your powers of pursuasion to be able to convince the men in your town to accept these changes. “ he declared.
Beth leaned back in her chair and crossed her legs , now feeling very comfortable in her environment.
“Governor , you have to understand that we women know very well how their men think. Inside all men is a little boy , and inside all women is a Mother.
Men crave the discipline of a loving Mother , and his Wife simply assumes this role when they marry.
They accept that when they do something wrong they should be punished ….and who is better to do this than their loving wife.”
The Governor listened intently as Beth continued.
“The laws we passed offer protection for the men by providing an alternative to the State penalties which deprive them of income by placing them in jail , or by taking away their hard earned money in fines. Money that should be used to feed their families.
As a Schoolteacher I know corporal punishment is much more effective for men and boys.
It does not reduce their income or keep them away from their families , ands it is effective and swift justice controlled by order of the court…..and of course there can be other pleasurable benefits to a marriage when this practice is adopted. !
Both Husbands and Wives have reported significant enjoyment of their conjugal relationship as a result of domestic discipline.”
The Governor gulped and appeared visibly uncomfortable with Beth’s openness .
“ I have arranged a luncheon in the next room Mrs Dillon…..and my wife , Mrs Jones will be joining us ….she really is looking forward to meeting you.“ he announced .
The Governors wife was a petite and very pretty lady , who looked somewhat younger than her Husband.
She and Beth quickly warmed to each other and , unlike the Governor , Mrs Jones could not get enough of Beth’s views on domestic discipline.
The Governor failed in his repeated attempts to change the subject .
The two women ignored him and continued their intense conversation on the subject.
Finally , completely frustrated , Governor Jones raised his voice “ Ladies , ladies…. may I ask that we talk about something else !“.
The two women stopped talking , looked at each other, and then at the Governor.
Mrs Jones glared icily at her husband “ Really Henry…..how dare you interrupt our guest in that manner !
It was totally uncalled for.
Just because you’re the Governor does not mean that you are the center of attention all the time !” she fumed.
The Governor was rendered speechless.
Beth smiled and leaned over to whisper something in the older lady’s ear.
Mrs. Jones’ giggled with delight , her face lighting up in satisfaction.
“Why of course I will my dear….you are absolutely right ……that is an excellent suggestion “ she responded , looking thankfully at Beth and sent the Governor a frightening glare.
CHAPTER 15
WHAP !
“YEOW “
WHAP ! WHAP ! WHAAP!
“OUCH” “OW” “ PLEASE STOP HONEY ! …OOOW! THAT HURTS!”
Lucy Jones berated her husband “Oh stop being such a big baby Henry…..I’m far from being finished with you after the way you’ve behaved….“
She paused to glance at the glowing red backside on her lap before raising the hairbrush again to resume the spanking .
The Governor pushed his palms onto the floor to steady himself and braced for the next wave of blows.
His wife had learned much from her lunch discussion with Beth Dillon to be capable of administering a very effective hair-brushing .
She had been putting up with her husband’s selfishness , bad manners and inconsideration for too many years , and now she was warming to the task of giving him his long overdue comeuppance.
Henry knew he had brought this on himself by inviting Beth to meet him .
He could not disagree that his behavior over the years merited such correction at the hands of his long suffering wife.
Lucy continued to pepper her husband’s buttocks and upper thighs with the hairbrush.
It was only when his bottom was well and truly blistered that she unceremoniously dispatched him from her lap into the floor.
The humiliated Politician stood up unsteadily with head bowed.
Gingerly he rubbed his roasted rump.
Lucy strode over to him , boldly taking hold of his shirt and hoisting it up to his naval.
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“Come with me Henry….I know exactly how to deal with this !” she whispered lustily and led her husband over to the bed.
The Governor and his wife were positively glowing when they arrived , arm-in-arm for breakfast the next morning.
Glowing even more was the Governor’s bottom , which felt like he had been sitting on hot embers !
“I trust you slept well Mrs. Dillon? “ Lucy asked.
Beth grinned “I certainly did ….and you ?” Beth replied.
Lucy and her husband looked at each other mischieviously .
The Governor coughed nervously before responding “ Actually , neither of us slept very much Mrs. Dillon…”
CHAPTER 16
John was pleased to see Beth’s return from her visit with the Governor as he helped her out of the Stagecoach.
John hauled Beth’s luggage into their buggy and kissed her when he sat down beside her.
“You’ve been making headlines I see…. .” John smiled , pointing to the Newspaper beside him.
Beth tittered and eagerly picked up the newspaper.
She didn’t have to read far.
‘Governor Jones intends to propose a new bill on State Penalties ‘ read the front page headline.
Apparently the Governor was so impressed with Beth’s initiatives he was ready to introduce the reforms for the entire State !
“Looks like you made quite an impression with the Governor .” John said.
Beth smiled impishly. “ Actually it was his wife who made the most marked impression on the Governor “ she chimed .
John looked at Beth in disbelief.
“Beth! Surely you didn’t ad vise his wife to……”
Beth interrupted “I certainly did my husband” she said proudly.
Removing the smile from her face , Beth looked sternly at John.
“I trust I will find our house as I left it John Dillon ?” she asked , knowing John’s aversion to housekeeping.
John immediately looked guilty.
“You know I’m not one for cleaning house Beth “ he confessed.
Beth scowled at him “ John Dillon !” she pointed an accusing finger at him “If the house is a mess you and the Governor will have something in common- a bottom that’s too sore to sit on!”
Beth surveyed the house with a keen eye while John carried in her bags.
She acknowledged that John had made an honest attempt to keep the house clean , but his lack of expertise in the field plainly showed.
John looked at Beth , awaiting a verdict .
Instead , she collapsed in the chair with a sigh.
“It’s been a long trip and I need to rest John. Go pour me a bath…….. and leave the razor strap on the bed . I’ll deal with you later.” She declared.
“Yes Ma’am.” John gulped.
While John prepared Beth’s bath she undressed in the bedroom
Wrapped in her bathrobe and carrying a large wooden bath-brush , she handed it to John.
“You can scrub my back with this husband ……. And be thankful I won’t be using it on your behind later !”
John sighed with relief.
He recalled how much the bath-brush hurt when Beth had used it on him for keeping them late for an important dinner.
John held Beth’s robe and she stepped out of it to enter the tub.
The sight of his attractive wife naked , her long flowing red hair spilling down her back , stirred passion in John but he resisted the urge to take Beth in his arms and carry her off to the bedroom.
Instead he was satisfied with massaging her neck and shoulders while he washed the lily white , soft skin of her back.
When she was finished bathing , Beth stood up.
John handed her a towel to wrap around her .
She glanced haughtily over at him “ Go to the bedroom , take off all your clothes and lie face down on the bed. I will be there shortly.” She said curtly.
John obeyed , disrobing and lying , face down on the bed , he waited for Beth.
The minutes seemed like hours as he lay there , occasionally catching a glimpse of the razor strap which lay beside him .
He felt his erection growing beneath him .
Finally Beth quietly entered the room and picked up the strap.
Wrapped in a towel which barely covered her voluptuous anatomy she stood by the side of the bed , strap in hand .
John looked over at her , his face filled with desire.
Teasingly Beth looked at her husband and droppied the towel to the floor.
Then John felt the coldness of the leather on his bare skin as Beth placed it across his bottom.
Raising it high above her head , shed brought it down forecefully.
There was a loud crack when it snapped across John’s buttocks.
John flinched and gasped as the strap seemed to sear his flesh leaving a red outline where it had landed.
Beth continued , methodically painting her husband’s vulnerable bottom a fiery red .
When she was happy with her handiwork she put down the strap and lay beside John on the bed.
Contently they lay in each others arms and made love , happy to be reunited again.
CHAPTER 17
The President welcomed Governor Jones into the Oval Office and poured them both a large brandy.
“Tell me more about how you’ve been able to civilize that wild west state of yours Governor “the President asked.
The two old friends eased themselves into the plush chairs and lit up their huge cigars. , filling the room with pungent smoke.
The President’s assistant knocked on the door and entered the room.
“Sorry to disturb you Mr. President but the The First Lady and the Governor’s wife have arrived.”
The President sighed “I guess we’ll have to do this over dinner Henry…can’t keep our ladies waiting can we ?” .
The two men stood up when the elegantly dressed ladies entered the room noisily.
“We hope you two don’t mind …..but we took the liberty of inviting a guest.
When ucy told me all about her , I just had to meet her in person “ the First lady said.
Governor Jones’ expensive cigar fell to the floor when Beth Dillon strode confidently into the room.
She held out her hand to the President.
“Beth Dillon , its a pleasure to meet you Mr President “ she said.
The President beamed “Ah….so you are the famous lady who is bringing civilization to the west of our great country?” he mused.
Beth acknowledged the compliment “Such measures are needed all across our country Mr. President ….but especially in the west.”
“So what have you ladies been chatting about all day?” the President asked.
The first lady smiled mischieviously at Beth.
“Actually , Mrs Dillon and I have had quite a long chat my dear..”
Frowning , she scowled at the President’s cigar and brandy.
“You know your not to have those Albert ….put them away at once ….and be assured I’ll be dealing with that nasty habit of yours later !“
Lucy Jones wagged a finger at her husband.
“….And that goes for you too Henry Jones !” she echoed.
Governor Jones gasped and instinctively put a palm to the seat of his trousers .
Beth simply looked on with a satisfied smile.
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