The Romance of Chastisement

The Romance of Chastisement

Tuesday, December 30, 2014

The Blackmailed Wife (M/F)

Back when I was just a tyke I came across one of those crude pamphlet-sized books that sold in newsstands on 42nd Street back in the day. It was called "Blackmailed Wife" and featured a woman on the cover all dressed in black foundation garments held down across some other woman's knee, also clad in 60's style girdle, stockings, heels, etc. Her arm was raised, hairbrush in hand. It was my first exposure to the standard "blackmail" plot, so common in spanking lit of that era.

It's not so common now, for many reasons, but it has morphed into various types of other non-cons tropes like employment related scenarios as well as the well worn "shoplifter" scene.

Today's story, however, is the classic blackmail MacGuffin. A young wife has committed an indiscretion at a business conference, but she is found out by a colleague. The original author was someone named "Dodge." There must have been a part one to the story because this one picks up in medias res, but what has happened is fairly obvious as you will see....



 Maggie Seaver - Blackmailed Wife 

           
 By Dodge                                           

  As she has agreed, Maggie Seaver meets Dr. Eric Carlson in the lobby of the hotel for dinner. As she has been instructed, she is dressed in an attractive cocktail dress, black stockings and high heeled pumps.   

"Please, relax," he says as they walk to a nearby restaurant. "You look lovely tonight."  The evening is warm and a coat is not necessary. They dine at one of the local restaurants which has a reputation for its outstanding food and atmosphere. The dinner is been preceded by a cocktail and then accompanied by a fine wine. Maggie wants to talk about the previous evening. Eric tells her to not be concerned. It was a moment of passion. It is a thing that happened.  His assurances only slightly calm Maggie's anxiety.

 As she exhales slowly to relax herself, she does not notice the way Eric eyes her out thrust breasts and shapely nylon covered legs tapering into her high heels.  They continue talking. Eric Carlson asks about Maggie's background. She does most of the talking. She describes in some detail her career and life with her husband and family. The liquor is getting to her. The food, the atmosphere and the evening are enjoyed by both of them. They are pleased with each other's company and return to the hotel. Eric has paid for the dinner, much to Maggie's protest. He suggests that they go the hotel lounge for an after dinner drink and further conversation. Maggie considers declining the offer, but feels obligated.  She suddenly remembers her prior evening's mistake.

 "One drink," she says. "And it's my treat! Really, you didn't have to buy my dinner. I have an expense allowance." She immediately feels embarrassed by this last remark. Her cheeks color faintly.  Remembering the events of the prior evening have again made Maggie quite uncomfortable even though she has not admitted it to Eric. As she enters the lounge, she feels a little nervous, almost guilty inside. 

 The hotel lounge is quite dimly lit and not particularly crowded. Maggie had expected to sit at one of the available tables, but Eric leads her to a tall stool on the far side of the bar. A wall is close behind the short row of stools. The effect is to place them in a sort of alcove.  Maggie climbs on the stool with some difficulty due to her short tight skirt which rides high on her thighs exposing a wide expanse of stocking covered thigh. She hooks her high heels on the only rung of the stool. This action forces her knees slightly upward and causes her skirt to drift even higher. The darker top band of one of her stockings is slightly visible. Slightly embarrassed she tugs at her skirt, but with little effect.

  Eric stands next to her. He does not sit on the available stool. His position affords him an unblocked view of Maggie's shapely nylon encased legs. He stands between her and the area where a few customers sit between a number of empty tables, each with a flickering light in the center of it.

  "Keep your hands on the bar," he says matter-of-factly. His words and tone of voice startle her out of her alcohol-induced euphoria, but Maggie does as she is told.
 Eric states in a stern tone of voice, "I want you to listen to me very carefully!"  He places his hand on her nylon covered thigh. She gasps at the boldness of his action, but remains still. He lets it slide up to the top of her stocking. He tucks his finger lightly under the top of her nylon and rubs her thigh. Maggie stiffens. He looks her firmly in the eye. His eyes pierce into hers. She moves her hand.

 "Leave your hands on the bar," he hisses in a low voice. "You don't want to cause a scene."   Maggie does as she is told. She endures his fondling. She cannot help herself. She is suddenly aware of the nearness of her pussy to his hand. He withdraws his hand and lets it glide down her nylon encased thigh all the way to her dainty knee.

  "You were a naughty little lady last night," Eric says.  Suddenly she feels defensive. Her cheeks become hot, flushed red. "Well, I didn't do it on purpose," she starts. Realizing what she is saying, she stops and then continues, "I guess I did fail my responsibility to Jason." Then she adds hastily, "But, I certainly won't let it happen again."

 “I should think not. A married woman in your position.”

 Eric orders another round of brandy. “You deserve to be punished, you know.” He says it nonchalantly, but a thin smile curls his lips.

  She is startled. What does he mean, punished?

 Sensing her sudden panic, he tells her directly, "I am not a vindictive sort, but I believe that one should be accountable so I am going to give you a choice. If you do exactly as I say, you will return home at the end of the week and it will be as if nothing ever happened. If you choose to refuse, you will have to take the consequences. It's funny how rumors begin."

 He looks her in the eyes. Time passes. Maggie swallows. She fidgets on her stool and tugs again at the hem of her skirt which has once again slid up her stocking covered thighs to reveal their shapely upper reaches. She almost gulps her drink. 

“Are you willing to do as I say? Will you agree to go to my room and do exactly as I say?" he says. 

Strangely Maggie's mental answer is yes. She is fearful, yet also strangely attracted to Eric. He seems so domineering. The effect of the liquor she has consumed affects her, too. In the end she has little choice. However, she proceeds cautiously. 

"Do I have a choice? Is it really something that I should do? I don't know if I should be willing to do it." 

Eric smiles at her and replies in a friendlier tone, "Oh, come on, Maggie. Admit it. You know you have a problem. Think of me as someone who is here to help you with your special problem."
"Please," she whispers as tears form at the edges of her eyes.
 "Maggie," he says firmly, "you have a simple choice."

"I see," she replies.   She looks at him once more. His lips silently mouth the word "yes." She take a deep breath, swallows her remaining brandy and says, "Well, all right. I guess maybe it would be OK, but you have to promise never to tell." She lowers her voice and leans toward him. "Especially since you make me feel like I have no choice. What are you going to do to me?" Part of her is fearful, part of her is excited.

  "I am going to discipline you for your errant behavior," he says matter-of-factly.

 Maggie pales. Discipline her? That word again. She shivers. Regaining her composure, she shifts on the stool. She does not try to fix her wandering skirt, but places her hands on the bar and grasps her glass.

"If I go with you, you aren't going to tell anyone about this are you?" 

"Of course not," he replies with a tone of assurance. “It will be our secret.”

"What do you want me to do?"   She shifts on the low backed stool seeking to find a more comfortable position. She crosses one leg over the other. Eric runs his hand up her stocking covered leg from just below her knee to where her stocking top protrudes surreptitiously from under her skirt. Maggie stiffens but does not resist. Momentarily he rests his hand firmly on her thigh and looks deep into her eyes. Maggie drops her head and averts his piercing gaze.  

“I want you to come with me.”

  Eric Carlson takes Maggie’s arm and escorts Maggie Seaver across the hotel lobby and into a waiting elevator. The smartly dressed Maggie attracts the attention of more than a few of the men in the lobby area. The elevator arrives at the requested floor. Maggie is led to Eric's suite.

She enters and he closes the door behind her. The room is a small suite with a seating area separate from the nearby bedroom area.

He sits and motions for her to approach.  "Are you ready to accept your discipline?" he says.

“I…I suppose, yes.” She fidgets. It is awkward standing in front of him like some errant schoolgirl.

  "Very well, Mrs. Seaver," he addresses her. "First you must learn your name. For tonight you will be called Margaret. That is your given name, isn't it? Say your name for me."

 "Margaret," she repeats.

  "Next you must learn how to address me. You will address me as Sir. Say it!" he orders.

 "Sir, I must address you as Sir," she repeats.

 "Next you must attain a proper state of dress when being disciplined as a signal of your understanding of and consent to the need for your discipline. Remove your dress, Margaret!"

   Eric gazes intently at the beautiful young woman who stands before him and fidgets nervously on her high heels. Maggie gasps slightly. She had expected something like this, but at first she does not respond. Then, raising her gaze to meet his, she can sense his impatience from the frown which grows across his face. As she stands motionless under his increasingly stern gaze, she once again turns her face downward to avoid direct eye contact.  Summoning up her resolution to go through with it, she once again lets her eyes meet his. She feels a sense of shame and humiliation at being ordered about like a disobedient child.

At the same time, his intense, commanding look also sends a flash of nervous excitement through her. She feels strangely sexy, sexy in a vulnerable sort of way. She is not in control. He is. It frees her from the moral dilemma of having to choose. She must obey.

 Reaching behind her back she undoes the clasp at the top of her tight fitting dress. She then grasps and lowers the back zipper. Maggie's cheeks redden with embarrassment as she pulls the dress off her shoulders, letting it fall down over her lacy black slip and nylon stockings. Daintily standing on first one of her sleek high heeled pumps and then the other, she steps out of the dress. As if in practiced fashion, she takes the dress and sets it on a nearby chair.  Now lingerie clad, Maggie moves quickly and quietly until she stands opposite him once again.

"We shall begin with a full confession of your misdeeds. I shall expect a reply in the most exacting level of detail. No facts should be left out. Your ability to reply accurately to my questions will influence the severity of the punishment which I shall prescribe. Do you understand?" 

She nods her head in assent. The mention of punishment sends Maggie's mind reeling with apprehension. Sensing a need to be on her best behavior, she adds, "Yes, Sir." 

As he mentally prepares to question her, Eric's own excitement begins to build. After seducing her, he has succeeded in getting the lovely Maggie Seaver to give assent to what he plans. She stands before him dressed in a black nylon slip, black silk stockings and tall high-heeled pumps. The slip has a lacy top which affords some view of the skimpy black brassiere which is confined beneath it. The hem of the slip is wide and also of transparent lacy nylon. It ends just below mid- thigh. Thus a long expanse of Maggie's shapely legs in their nylon clad sleekness is visible. Her high heels have thin tapering heels which are judged to be fully four inches in height. Her carefully combed hair sets off her beautiful facial features.  With make-up just freshly applied Maggie couldn't have looked lovelier, or more vulnerable. Her embarrassment had added a goodly touch of color to her cheeks as well. Only the narrow black straps of her slip and brassiere cover her otherwise bare shoulders. The slip clings tightly to Maggie's body. Her pert breasts, narrow waist and shapely hips are all in clear evidence. 

Over the course of a full ten minutes she confesses fully her misdeeds and the reasons for her marital infidelity. If this had been a trial, it would have been obvious to even the most lenient juror that she is guilty. She begins to realize that she really does deserve to be punished.  Sniffling at times, Maggie admits full fault for her unsatisfactory performance.

 Eric alternately questions her and then lectures her in a stern tone of voice. It was not until she finally speaks words which indicate her capitulation that he shows a brief smile.

  "Sir, you are right," she says, "I have been naughty. I do deserve to be punished." But then she add softly, "Please be lenient with me. I promise to do better. I know I can. I won't let it happen again."  Having gone through the questions and listening to her own responses Maggie realizes that her words ring true. She has been naughty. She has been a poor excuse of a wife. She wants to make it up in some way. She really does need to be disciplined!

 "There are several alternative forms of punishment that I could consider," Eric explains matter-of-factly. "Some are quite severe-- a session in tight bondage, for example. Others would be quite lenient. Say, for example, I could have you stand at attention in the corner for a period of time; perhaps with your slip having been removed.” Then he smiles broadly, he sits forward, his eyes shining with excitement. He is like a cat about to pounce.

“ But for a naughty wife who has done what you’ve done, nothing is quite as effective as a good sound spanking!" 

She blinks. Did she hear right? A spanking?  

 "Isn't that correct, Margaret?" he presses the matter. "What you really need is a good sound spanking, isn't it, Margaret?"  

She can feel her cheeks growing quite warm. The thought makes her pulse race."Well, yes, I guess so," she finally admits between deep breaths, knowing that this is the answer that he is expecting. 

"Have you ever had a real spanking, Margaret?" he asks in a clinically detached tone of voice. "I mean a real spanking. Not just a few slaps over your clothes!"

  "Well, no - no Sir, not really," she admits, swallowing noticeably. She has occasionally played some spanking games with her husband, but Maggie has never had a "real" spanking, not even from her father when she was young. She is apprehensive, hoping that the telephone will ring or something will happen to change the subject.

  "Mmmmmm," he shakes his head severely. "I'll have to change that tonight. I think that a real spanking, one that you know is for real, might go a long way towards correcting your misbehavior."

 Maggie's mind reels and she can't think straight. A spanking wouldn't be as bad as some of the other things that she figures he could dream up. Still, it would be very humiliating to be spanked, really spanked, at her age. But that is what is going to happen.
He moves to a long couch which sits directly next to the comfortable arm chair in which he had been seated. He seats himself on it and pats one thigh in a business-like manner. 

  "Come on, Margaret! Over my lap!"

 She gulps in dismay at the fate that apparently awaits her. "Oh, Eric, I couldn't! I couldn't lie over your lap! I'd feel silly!" she protests, the words spilling out and pouring over one another.  Her desperate pleas and inventive reasons why she shouldn't be spanked continue to tumble out, making Eric glow with anticipation.

 "Come on, Margaret!" he finally says with a sense of impatience in his voice. "Stalling around will only make it worse." Gazing severely at Maggie's trembling, blushing lingerie clad body, he beckons to her with one hand.  

 She takes a deep breath and gathers up her resolve to get it over with.  The shock of the bizarre sentence which had been imposed has short circuited her ability to think clearly. Maggie's head is awhirl and her knees feel as if they might to out from under her at any moment. 

"Come on, Margaret! It’s what you deserve," he tells Maggie with a tone of ultimate finality.

  Feeling almost numb, she stumbles forward. Her face is flushed and her lips are quivering noticeably. He grabs her wrist and upends her face down over his capable lap in the traditional, old-fashioned spanking position.

 "Hold still, Margaret!" he demands, quickly twisting Maggie's right wrist into the small of her back to make it difficult for her to move. "If you don't behave, I'll have no choice but to tie you."

  She feels panicky at the prospect of being tied up. At this point she is sure that he is capable of anything. She protests, but with a touch of submission in her voice. She resolves to hold still. Suddenly aware of the fact that her short black slip has worked up to reveal quite a bit of nylon,  there is nothing that she can do except blush. She suddenly remembers that she is wearing nylon stockings and not pantyhose. Her panties are exposed to his gaze and her cheeks redden even more.

 He pauses for a moment to contemplate what is ahead. There are few things more enjoyable than preparing a fully mature woman for discipline. The fact that this is another man’s wife's initiation into the world of discipline spanking makes it all the more enjoyable. His observant eyes quickly note the plump fullness of Maggie's slip-clad bottom and the shapely curves of her nylon- clad legs. He reaches for the black lacy hem of her slip.

Maggie resigns herself to what she know will happen. She tells herself again that she really does deserve to be punished. She has been unfaithful and she will now get what is coming to her. 

Fully in control, he slowly draws the slip hem upward to reveal more and more silky nylon stocking covering deliciously tapering thighs. Lightly tanned flesh emerges from the tops of Maggie's tautly pulled stockings, which are held up by a lacy black garter belt. The stunningly provocative sight is more than enough to excite any man.  Working with deliberate slowness designed to maximize the pleasure of each revelation, Eric continues pulling up Maggie's black slip to reveal more and more delectable thigh flesh accented by the black garter straps. Finally, he catches his first glimpse of her matching black bikini panties! The tiny, sexy garment displays her exquisitely contoured buttocks to total perfection. Despite his stern manner his heart skips a couple of beats at the breathtaking sight that suddenly confronts him. He quickly flips back Maggie's slip fully to her waist! 

Maggie's face is now a deep scarlet color. She thinks about desperately struggling to reach with her left hand and pull her slip down. With a sinking feeling she realizes that she wouldn't, even if she could. She have never felt so totally undignified and helpless in her life. Momentarily resigning yourself to her fate, she begin to understand what discipline is all about. 

Eric is thoroughly enjoying the exquisite sight of Maggie's voluptuous feminine buttocks adorned by black lace trimmed bikini panties and long, smooth legs enhanced by sheer, taupe nylon stockings held up by a black garter belt. On her feet, she still wears the black high-heeled pumps. Her nylon covered legs are swinging freely in the air, unintentionally making the sight all the more provocative.  Knowing the reaction it will provoke, an anticipatory smile appears on Eric's face as he slowly reaches for the waistband of Maggie's tiny panties.

She remains silent as she feel masculine fingers pressing against her smooth back and expanding the elastic waistband of her panties. She thinks about struggling but she knows that will only make it worse. She has by now totally resigned herself to the punishment which she fully deserves. She is, however, forced to endure the supreme humiliation of having her panties lowered for discipline.

 He peels the wispy garment down just as slowly and deliberately as he can under the circumstances. Maggie's exquisitely shaped buttocks, a shimmering pink-white above her slightly tanned thighs, come into full view as he pulls her panties fully down. 

She is filled with anxiety at the thought of having her bare bottom thoroughly spanked. Thoroughly spanked for real. It is to be a new experience. Distraught, she desperately holds her legs tightly together in a frantic effort to protect as much of her feminine dignity as possible. Her shame and guilt overcome all else. Twisting around and catching a glimpse of her own bare bottom, which suddenly seems so very big, she bursts into hot, salty tears. 

Eric is not the least bit moved by the display of emotion. He will thoroughly enjoy this. The two cheeks of her lovely upturned ass are quivering in a shamefully brazen display as her panties have been pulled down fully below the tops of her nylon stockings. Holding Maggie down firmly with his left hand and forearm, he raises his right hand in the air and takes careful aim.

   "SMACK!" His right hand lands noisily against the velvety smooth flesh of Maggie's upturned bottom. He continues the spanking, landing his hand firmly on first one, and then the other, of her ass cheeks. Her neck is taught with anticipation of the next stinging swat. Her hair falls down around her face. Her shapely, stocking covered legs jerk as if pulled on strings. Her mouth flies wide open and a contorted grimace suddenly appears on her pretty face. The realization that she is being spanked on her bare bottom is mortifying. She sobs in abject shame.  To Maggie, a previously undisciplined woman, it is a timely realization to learn that a bare-bottom spanking can be so effective in making her think twice about her behavior! And the humiliation of having it on her bare bottom makes her feel its full effects.

 Smack! Whack! Splat! Whack!  

Completely disregarding Maggie's sniffling and sobs of regret, Eric applies his hand with strokes that begin above his shoulder and swing in a wide arc. Each loud whack momentarily flattens her fleshy ass cheeks and makes Maggie buck up frantically on his lap as the sharp jolts of pain tear through her buttocks. Her hair is flying about, she twists and kicks every way she can to minimize the pain. Still, she does not try to escape her fate. She knows that she deserves, for the first time in her life, a real spanking. Nevertheless it is stinging something awful. Tears are soon clouding her vision.  She continues sob in anguish. Her bottom is beginning to feel hot and prickly all over, and that makes each spank more painful that the prior one.

Whack! Splat! Smack! Eric’s eyes are glued to Maggie's rapidly reddening buttocks. He repeatedly applies his hand where he thinks that it will be felt the most. As Maggie's buttocks redden, he begins to spank the flesh of her upper thighs where it protrudes above the darker top bands of her nylon stockings. Maggie's shapely, nylon covered legs jerk wildly and afford him an increasingly enticing view of her lush, dark brown pussy hair and the plump, pink lips it its midst. She flops about wildly in his lap. The more she flops the harder he spanks.

 Tears pour down Maggie's cheeks and she is beginning to think that he will never stop. "Please," she sobs. "I can't take any more. I'll do whatever you say! I'll be good! I've learned my lesson!" Her nylon-clad legs flash wildly back and forth in a manner which leaves her feminine charms wantonly displayed. Her burning bottom keeps tightening and flexing in a hopeless effort to reduce the impact of the highly painful blows.

 Even though Maggie is not speaking distinctly, Eric understands her and pauses. It is not his intention to hurt her needlessly, but a real spanking requires time. He knows that if she were not crying for real, the spanking would not have been meaningful to her.  She lays passively across his lap, trying to control her emotions.

"That's only the first half of your punishment," he informs her.

That is a startling revelation. What else? "Please, Sir, I can't take any more. I've had enough. I've learned my lesson," she sniffles.  At this point she knows better than to try and resist. She tries to appeal to what she feels sure he wants to hear. "I know I deserved the spanking. But, please, no more. I can't bear any more." 

 Eric talks to her calmly but firmly. Maggie is suddenly a very contrite young woman. He indicates that while he will not grant amnesty from her remaining punishment, he will grant her some relief and commute her sentence to a form of punishment other than continued spanking, but she has to agree to follow his instructions exactly. He informs Maggie that he will place her further spanking in suspension and that she can serve out the last portion of her discipline by satisfactorily performing several additional acts of obedience in a satisfactory manner.  Willing to agree to most anything to get out of being spanked further, Maggie willingly agrees. Her sobs have subsided so that she can once again speak distinctly.

 "I want you to stand in the corner facing the wall. Do you understand?" he continues. 

Maggie is in no position to decline. "Yes, Sir," says simply.  

He assists her in regaining her feet. Momentarily she nearly loses her balance on her high heels. Retaining a grasp on her upper arm, Eric marches Maggie to the corner of the room and stands her facing the wall. Her face is only inches from the wall. Her panties are at her ankles.

 "Feet together, Margaret!" he commands.   She complies.  "Raise your slip to your waist and hold it there," he instructs.  

 She does not turn to look at him. His instruction needs no explanation. In a sign of submission, Maggie Seaver, a lovely and justly spanked lingerie clad woman, reaches down and grasps the hem of her black lacy slip. She raises it up to her waist where Eric adjusts it to his satisfaction, placing her well spanked and bright red bare bottom on display.

 Maggie keeps her face to the wall as he speaks a final instruction, "You will remain as you are, slip up and facing the wall, until I tell you otherwise." 

 Maggie nods silently in assent.  She makes a truly stimulating sight. Standing with her high heels held together, her shapely legs covered in black nylon stockings are fully visible from her shapely ankles to the tops of her thighs which protrude above the two darker top bands of her nylon stockings. Maggie's panties remain lowered. Her garter belt with its lacy black top and dainty garter straps which hold up her nylons is also completely visible beneath.  Eric seats himself on the sofa and gazes intently at Maggie as she stands in her punishment position in the corner with stocking covered legs and bare bottom fully displayed.

 After a few minutes, his voice suddenly jolts Maggie back to reality. He stands next to her and once again explains the nature of her position and the fact that he is placing her on probation. At his direction she is allowed to pull her panties once again up over her bottom. This done, she is allowed to turn to face into the room.  Maggie is allowed to exit to the bathroom, where she is allowed to repair her make-up and hair. She has been issued a firm set of instructions and informed that she will be expected to follow them fully.  She returns to the sitting room, having repaired her make-up and re-combed her hair.

Eric is alone sipping a drink as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.  "You really are in need of continuing correction," he says. "I need to keep you properly focused on your responsibilities," he muses without really expecting an answer from her.

Maggie does not reply, but dressed in lingerie, nylon stockings and high heels she stands before him in silence and listens.
 "Be in your room at two P.M. tomorrow afternoon," he says. "I will call you and you will do as I say. Dress appropriately. If you follow my instructions, you will earn your release tomorrow. You may leave now."   

Having little choice in the matter, Maggie does as she is told. What would her husband, Jason, think if he found out? It wouldn’t be a simple spanking, that was for sure.

 "Remember that I expect your complete obedience," he says as she exits the room and closes the door behind her.

She returns to her room, chastened, humiliated and apprehensive.
 

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