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Present Day

“As you can see,” the realtor said brightly as she swung open the weathered oak door, ”the neighborhood is well-established. The school district is one of the highest performing in the state. It is a community well suited for young families like yourselves. She began to stride into the foyer. “If you’ll notice …” She cleared her throat. “We should probably all be together.” He turned. His wife was standing, staring up into the leaves of the sugar maples. “She …uh … loves the autumn.” Sally the realtor was officially in a huff. He called through gritted teeth, ”Elizabeth! We actually have to look inside!” “Mm-hmm” she hummed wistfully, not turning her eyes from the foliage until she absolutely had to. She swayed inside, remembering at the last minute to stay out of arm’s reach as she ducked inside the door. She knew better.

The 12-foot ceilings, the massive staircase, the newly-appointed kitchen … it was all very promising. He knew the trees had sold her before they even began. Eight weeks later, they celebrated the closing by sliding across the hardwood floor in each room in their stocking feet … then celebrating in a more … ahem … mature way..

1826

“I may be your wife, Jacob Newsome, but I am still my own person!” She turned on her heel and stomped over to the other side of the room. “You had best return to where I am, Sarah Anne Newsome. If I must come for you, it will be unpleasant for us both.” She scoffed with more bravado than she felt, losing all traces of it when he began to march toward her. She gasped softly at his deep brown eyes that seemed to boil. It had taken him eight months to build this home. It was his gift to her on their wedding day. His efforts would not be for nothing. No one had ever spoken to Jacob that way. He was intent on making sure this time was the first and last.

1875

“Papa! But, Papa … I love him!’ Carrie pleaded as she was escorted briskly by her upper arm to her bedroom, her body landing on her mattress. She turned and looked at him with eyes of a startled fawn. Adam Stinson spoke slowly and deliberately. There was no mistaking his tone … low and menacing, ”You have disgraced yourself … and you have disgraced me this night. You are not to leave this room for any reason until I am prepared to deal with you. Is … that … understood?!?” She nodded adamantly. “Y-y-yes sir.” she stammered. The walls shook as he slammed the door. He leaned his arm against her door, listening to her soft sobs.

1934

They sat huddled together around the meager fire. The cold bread and beans filling a small portion of their cavernous hunger. “I’ll be back working at the factory any day now,” Eli promised his family. Children and wife alike nodded in affirmation, as they had done for as many days as they could remember. “This may help us pass the time,” offered 18-year-old Joseph as he pulled two apples and a small wedge of cheese from inside his coat. They all gasped in astonishment. “Wait!” Eli warned as his children automatically reached for the treasure. He eyed Joseph. “Boy, where did you get all this?” Joseph immediately dropped his head. “I got it, is all.” He was defensive and defiant in the same breath.

1953

“Why do you need another pair of red heels, again?” Stuart could barely contain himself in anticipation of the tale of desperation he was about to hear.” “Well, see …” Laverne began, chomping gum all the while. “The Danvers are having a party later this week. I wanted a higher heel on this pair. My others are too low.” She gestured dramatically, for surely Stuart could understand her dire straits. “And the old ones don’t go with the new dress at all.” His expression changed. “You bought another new dress?” She didn’t even turn to acknowledge him. “Didn’t you and I have an understanding about your shopping? Didn’t I say …” He rose to his feet. “… that you were not to purchase anything more without my agreement?!?” She turned and looked at him quizzically. “You were serious about that?” His face blanched. He put his hand on her shoulder and began marching her toward the living room. “You are about to find out, missy, just how serious I am!”

Present Day

“I love this house! It has such character” she hummed as she nestled against him. “That was even before such a character moved in, too!’ he grinned. She turned and elbowed him in the stomach, smirking . He chuckled. “It does have character. I agree. This house has a history … and spirits … lots of spirits.” She turned to him, searching his eyes. He was serious.

 

1826

Jacob took Sarah’s hand. “You would do well not to disobey me in this, wife.” “Disobey you?” She hissed. “I am not yours to possess. I am not a child!” “Oh, my dear sweet Sarah, that you are. You are acting much like a young petulant child. We are man and wife now. I will not tolerate tantrums in our children or in my wife. We will put that thought to rest right now.” Grasping her elbow, he strode purposefully to the wooden bench near the kitchen table he had finished just days prior. He sat and pulled her across his lap. She struggled in earnest. “How dare you! You beast! Let me up this instant!” His brief smile was wicked. “I dare, dear Sarah, because I can and should. You would think less of me if I did not.” She was dumbstruck by his accurate observation.

1875

Carrie sat hugging her knees to her chest when her father returned. He sighed softly at his daughter’s tears but was resigned to what he must do. No daughter of his was going to be seen in the company of … that boy. He scowled at the image of that hoodlum then approached her bedside, removing his belt. Her eyes went wide. “Papa … no, please!” “Do not make this more difficult!’ His tone brooked no argument. She stood, her shoulders slumped in recognition. She gave him one last rueful glance before turning and placing her elbows on the bed. He raised her shift and readied his belt. She took several deep breaths to steady herself.  He hardly heard her whisper, “Haven’t you ever loved, Papa?”

1934

The family felt silent at Joseph’s words. Emotions warred with physical need for what seemed like an eternity. Eli jumped to his feet and roared, “Did you steal?!? Did you?!? Answer me!” Eli grabbed the boy none-to-gently and stomped outside. Once there, he took his pocketknife and began peeling a branch from a young sapling. Joseph stood stock still. He refused to give in to the inner voices pleading with him to flee. Eli turned to his son and glared. Young Joseph met his father’s eyes without fear. The boy turned and placed his hands against the near wall, well-practiced in the ritual of being switched then stated simply, “I did what I felt I must. Now you do what you feel you must.” Eli stood stunned.

1953

“Stu?” … “Stuart?” … “Stuie?” Laverne managed as she was being marched to the living room. Once there, Stuart quietly took off his jacket and began rolling up the sleeves of his button-down shirt. “Stuart … I … “ Laverne stammered. He stopped her cold with a single look. He strode toward her, turning her and unzipping the back of her skirt and peeling it from her. “STUART!” she shrieked. He sat purposefully on the sofa and drew her across his knee, “But … I did it for you!’ she wailed.

 

 

Present Day

     She sat staring up into the leaves of the maples. They had burst into the glorious fireworks display of mid-October. Beauty is everywhere, if you are only willing to look for it. Stretching, the back of her hand flew to her lips as another yawn threatened to escape. Sleep had been hard to come by, as of late. While not uncommon, this talk of spirits had added an interesting (though unnerving) addition to the litany of subjects she analyzed to the n-th degree at 3 a.m.

    Startling awake at the sound of his back sliding down the trunk as he landed next to her, she smiled. “You’ve been asleep for over an hour, hon.” He looked at her heavy eyes. “Not sleeping again, eh?” he admonished softly. She looked away. As usual, he read her like a book. “I think … my love … I will need to find a way to wear you out so that you can sleep.” His expression revealed nothing. He walked back into the house chuckling at her puzzled expression. This could mean nirvana or … She blocked out that thought.

 

1826

    Jacob laughed outright at his wife’s sputtering. He knew he had her, both literally and figuratively. He met her fury with steady resolve. He drew down her bloomers, eliciting a gasp followed by another round of flailing about. “You STOP that this instant, Jacob Newsome! You put those back right now!” His only response was a heavy hand landing on her backside echoing like a thunderclap. Sarah was shocked by the yelp she heard, embarrassed but moreso angry to realize it came from her. He added a counterpart to the emblazoned handprint. She struggled with all her might, caring not that she was no match for him physically. “You will tire quickly that way, my dear. Maybe it is for the best,” he sighed. “Maybe then the lesson will be more quickly learned.” “Brute!” she squealed at the rain of his hand. “That I am,” he muttered as he continued his rhythm. 

    When she was spent, exhausted and focusing merely on drawing breath, her body began to shake. In an instant, he turned her in his arms and cradled her close to his pounding heart. “Sarah, dear Sarah … “ he murmured. He looked down into her tear-streaked face. “Please tell me …” She drew a shaky breath. “I am not my own person.” He kept his gaze on her, willing her to explain. “I was always my father’s daughter, now I am your wife. I was never … me … just me.” He smiled down at his young bride. “This is true,” was his solemn acknowledgement. “I too, am not my own person.” She looked up at him in astonishment. Jacob Newsome was an upstanding member of the community, landowner, businessman, respected, admired. Sarah was incredulous. “I am not just me … as you are not just you.” He looked upon her lovingly. “My sweet, we are together, united in all things. Man … wife … us.” He placed a kiss on her palm and pressed it against his heart. “What is mine, is yours.”

 

1875

     Adam dropped the belt to the floor and stepped backward until he was leaning against the wall. Carrie could not bring herself to glance over for what seemed an eternity. When she did, Adam seemed a world away, reliving each precious moment of his daughter’s young life. “Papa?” She straightened and looked on him with concern, His focus returned as he looked at her. She fought the impulse to step back when he advanced quickly on her, taking her by the upper arms. “Yes, I have loved.” His eyes bored into hers as he shook her once. “I have loved and still do … more than I have words.”

     He tossed her over the bed and grasped his belt, bringing it down across her bare skin.  CRACK  Carrie cried out.  CRACK  She rocked, struggling with the want to protect herself.  CRACK  “Papaaaaaaaaaaaaaa,” she wailed. CRACK  “It is my duty,” he intoned as the belt continued to fall.  CRACK  Carrie squealed. “… as it is you I love above all else.” CRACK  Adam threw down the belt in disgust, falling to his knees by his daughter’s bedside. His silent tears joined hers. He choked on his words. “I .. I didn’t know where you were.” Carrie sniffled and turned to look upon him. “I came to bid you goodnight … and …” Carrie knelt down next to her father. “I was beside myself … the hour … then, that boy … and …” Carrie threw her arms around his neck, crying anew. “Papa, I didn’t mean to worry you so!” He whispered, ”I know you are growing older. You are … (ahem) enamored of this boy. I understand. You must bring him to the house at a decent hour so we can be properly introduced, rather than sneaking about.” Carrie drew back and looked at him with bright eyes, nodding fervently. “I will.” He smiled a sad, knowing smile. “Yes, I know love, child. I know love.”

 

1934

     After regaining his composure, Eli glowered, “I did not teach you to steal!” Joseph spun around and looked at his father. “What would you have me do? Watch us starve?” Eli gritted his teeth and spaced his words … trying not to lose his composure again. “We are not starving. We have some … not much, but some,” he admitted quietly. “We still have choices, Joseph.” Joseph could barely contain the tears in his eyes as he pleaded, “But, I’m hungry! I want more! I want MORE!’ Eli watched his tears fall. This was not like Joseph. Being the oldest, he was rarely allowed any show of emotion. He bore the burden of “setting the good example” well. Times were trying for all, much less young ones. “It has not been as we had expected. This I know.” He cleared his throat. “But … that does not give us the right to go against the law. At the core of ourselves, we are good people. We do not do such things, no matter the circumstances.”

     He laid a hand on his son’s shoulder, marking mentally how Joseph was gaining in height. “Look, son. Look at those around you.” With new eyes, Joseph looked around his once-bustling neighborhood. Many homes were boarded. In a few, he saw darkness, save a small fire like his own. He thought of those homes … those people … older, younger … sick, alone.” Eli watched the homes along with his boy. “We may not have much … but we have some. More than that …“ He turned Joseph to look him in the eye. “We have each other … and we have who we are as people. That is what we can turn to when times are hard.” Joseph hung his head. He was ashamed. His bread and beans seemed like a feast compared to some. “I’m sorry, Father.” He looked over at the switch Eli still held and slowly placed his hands back upon the wall. His heart swelled for the boy, so true and good. “You are certain?” Joseph nodded. “We are good people. I … need to feel good again.” Eli drew a deep breath and swung. The switch lashed into Joseph’s threadbare britches. Again … Joseph let out a stream of air between clenched teeth. Again … His hands fisting against the wall. Again … he gasped. Again … and it was done. Eli drew his son to him in a fierce embrace. It was done.

     The next morning, Joseph and Eli walked six blocks to the corner grocer where Joseph handed over 2 pennies from what remained of the family savings. The discomfort was fading … more and more at the gratitude shown by neighbors as they received their portion of Joseph’s gift.

 

1953

     He scoffed at her, bringing his hand down upon her bottom with a pent-up frustration that surprised even him. Laverne kicked and squirmed. “You don’t understaaaaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnddddddddd! She whined as he continued to warm her posterior ‘til the glow was visible from beneath the seat of the pantyhose. He punctuated each word. “What (smack) don’t (smack) I (smack) understand? (smack) “You spend my money on frivolities trying to impress people we rarely see.” He was incredulous. “For what?!?” She cried, “For youuuuuuuuuuuuu.” Her shoulders shook with sobs. Stopping, he held her there … rubbing her back as she calmed to hiccups and stuttered breaths. Stuart pulled her up into his arms and looked at her, disapprovingly. “Go on …” Laverne refused to meet his gaze. “None of this is for … them. None of this is even for me.” She looked up at him sadly. “It’s all for you.” “Wh … why?” She sniffled. “I want to be pretty for you, Stuie. I want to be that girl you fell in love with.” He pulled her into a tight squeeze. “Silly girl!” He chuckled softly. “You are the girl I fell in love with! Today and every day.” He leaned her back to look in her eyes. “I am proud to be with you, regardless of what you have on.” His grin turned wolfish. “Especially when you have nothing on!’ She slapped his shoulder playfully. “Fresh!” she laughed. “Oh, my darling Laverne … you have no idea!” He pinched her tender bottom and wiggled his eyebrows mischievously. She squeaked and leapt from his lap. He gave chase … all through the house … items of newly-purchased clothing shed with every step.

 

Present Day

     Elizabeth looked down at Shea, wanting so much to join him in slumber. The bright green display taunted her … 3:17. Various paperbacks sat splayed open on the nightstand. A stack of half-finished paperwork covered the dining room table. She gave up when she could no longer read her own writing. That was two hours ago. She flopped onto the pillows, emitting a less-than-subtle groan of exasperation. His body jerked. He turned slowly in her direction. “Caaaaaaaan’t sleep?” he yawned. She rolled her eyes. “Where’s that god dang glowing moth from the commercial, anyway? Did you close the window? I bet the poor thing is banging it’s little antennae on the window right now trying to bust in and save me.” She turned her back to him, happy to have something to lash out at rather than herself. He smiled softly and began rubbing her back. She relaxed immediately. His hands traveled further south, rubbing her bottom. She purred unabashedly. He sat up, continuing to rub, turning her slightly so she was on her stomach. Then SMACK! “OW! What was that for?“ He ignored her question. Sensing her need, he knew exactly how far to push. He spanked her to a rosy glow, until the yelping and squirming became contented sighing and stillness. He resumed rubbing her back 'til she was nearly asleep. When he lay down again, she reached for him. He fitted her to him. He kissed her forehead as her eyes closed … and they took their place among the spirits.

 

There is a timeless quality to “this thing we do.”

Find your special someone and take your place among the spirits.

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This was my first story, goodboyotk.  Written many moons ago  ;) when I was a bottom, hence the primarily M/f lean.

I will see which of my F/m I haven't posted.

Thank you for your kind words, as always.

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The remaining pieces I have not posted are very personal between myself and someone dear to me and I wouldn't post without his agreement.

When inspiration hits, I will surely let you know.  In the meantime, may I recommend cowboysimp@blogspot.com?

I first connected with this writer on another spanking chat room storyboard years ago.  Though not a F/m writer typically, she has great humor, insight and passion.

Be well and stay *good*

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Good story. I enjoyed the different times and eras. Have you posted this before or on another site? Parts seemed familiar.

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Yes, shygurl.  I wrote this in 2006-07 and posted it on SIN, where I used to belong.  My nickname then was skirt_the_issue (as my husband who I met there had a thing for skirts.  I still own two).  LOL

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