Spring Storm by John Marmot   Back.

This story contains sexually explicit descriptions and is not 
intended for minors.  If you are a minor, please read something else 
and have a good day.


also the author does not intend this story to condone child abuse in 
any form.






--------  Spring Storm


"Walter, you're finally home!  Where have you been, little one?"


Walter Ludwig stood in the foyer, a wet mess.  His thin black hair
was plastered to his head, stray locks getting in his eyes.  He had
been crying; his sky blue eyes were red.  His clothes, what was left
of them were muddy tatters.  He was missing one sandal, the other was
hanging by a thread.


"Oh, Mommy!  It was awful!  I was going to walk home, because I know
you don't like to come and get me when I work late at the lab, and it 
started raining and I fell off the bridge into Beaver Creek and --"  
he broke off, sobbing.


Virginia hurried to her husband, her heart pounding.  Poor little
Walter, out in that frightening storm, nearly getting himself drowned,
and all because he didn't want to inconvenience her.


"So considerate, and now I get to clean up the mess for it," she
thought ruefully.


"There, there, honey."  She cupped his thin dripping face in her soft,
warm hands hands and kissed his wet forehead.  "You're home now.  Just
wait right here while I get a towel."


Walter stood there, soaked and miserable, watching Virginia's
plump derriere swaying under her terrycloth robe as she went for the
towel. At least it was nice and warm in here, and Ginnie had on some
Handel.   Feuerwerksmusik gently filled the air.  He closed his eyes
and listened to the music.


"Papa, you're all muddy!  Yuck!"  


Walter opened his eyes, startled.  Ginnie came into the living room
with a large wet washcloth, behind her five year old Kristi carried a
bath towel.  "Yes, Papa fell into the creek, wasn't that naughty?" 
Mommy asked their daughter, who nodded her agreement.


"Here, little one, let's get these wet things off."  Virginia pulled
off the muddy shirt and helped her little husband out of his torn
jeans.  He blushed as she peeled the wet denim from his spindley legs.


"Um, I can do it, Mommy."  An embarrassed Walter hid behind Ginnie's
girthsome body, but his inquisitive daughter peered around to see what
he was hiding.


Spank!


"Stand still, little Walter."  Ginnie's plump hand stung his cold, wet
thigh, and left a red hand-shaped impression.  "You trying to do
things on your own got you into this mess in the first place. Now
stand still and let me help."  She turned to Kristi.  "Taking care of
helpless little males is what all females are for."


Walter blushed as his wife stood over him, washing the muddy water
off his arms and shoulders, his face and middle.  But at the sight of
his five year old's cobalt blue eyes widening as Ginnie reached for
his undershorts, he rebelled.


Virginia left her small, defiant husband's hands on the waistband of
his undies, and once again took her husband's worried face in her
hands, focusing his attention on her warm green eyes.


"Dear one, I love you and I know you are embarrassed, but if you don't
stop resisting me and let me pull those filthy underpants off and wash
your penis and bottom, then when I get them off, I will spank you." 
She kissed him.  "wouldn't that be much more embarrassing in front of
your daughter than simply obeying a female's will?"


Walter nodded and stood still.  Ginnie was right, but still he 
couldn't help crying as after she helped him step out of his 
underwear, Ginnie started washing his bottom in front of his 
daughter.


"Don't cry, Papa."  Walter started as a surprisingly strong little
hand gripped his own.  "It's always better with females in charge."


Walter dried his eyes, taking odd comfort from the diminuitive figure
holding his hand.  But he let go and backed away as Ginnie lingered on
his penis and scrotum.  The feel of her soft blunt fingers on his
privates was giving him an erection, and in front of his daughter that
was intolerable.  "Ginnie, stop it now!"  He protested, then bowed 
over in sickening agony.


Ginnie relaxed her grip on the foolish little man's fragile
testicles.  "Naughty Walter!  I said resisting me would get you
spanked, and spanked you will be."  She turned to Kristi.  "Be a
dear and get Momma's hairbrush."


"Please don't do this, Ginnie."  Walter began as his wife returned to
washing off his muddy legs and feet.  Her grip on his legs was firm as
she ran the washcloth over him, and the realization of just how strong
his angry wife was made his heart beat hard.  "Please, this isn't
necessary."


"I'm afraid it is, little one."  Ginnie stood and wrapped an arm
around his thin shoulders.  She supported him as he doubled over,
gasping in pain as her plump fingers again squeezed his scrotum
savagely.  "Never, ever argue with me when I discipline you.  When you
resist me or any female, bad things happen."


She let go and held him close as her weak, helpless man 
dissolved into tears.  She cuddled him close, the sound of Kristi's
little feet pounding on the stairs signalling her return.  She waited
until her daughter was once more present before continuing the
training of her husband.


Too soon, Walter's daughter returned with his wife's big hairbrush,
tapping the back against the palm of one hand, meaningfully.  Ginnie
stood and brushed away the tears from his eyes.


"Walter, what's my name?"  she asked.


"Virginia Ann Ludwig,"  came his timid reply.


"And what do you call me?"  the irritation was evident in her voice.


"M-mommy."  Walter backed up a step, fear eched across his face.


She took a couple of steps toward him.  "And who calls me Ginnie?"


Walter backed up another step, felt the wall against his back.  "Your
friends," he whispered.  Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Kristi,
following her parents, and unfortunately also their conversation.


"All of my friends?"  Virginia demanded.


"No, just female friends."


"And what happened to you last time you called me 'Ginnie'?"


"Got spanked," Walter mumbled, butterflies in his stomach.


"That's right, Walter."  She put a comforting hand on his trembling
shoulder.  "So now you get two spankings.  One for resisting Mommy
when you were having your penis washed in front of Kristi, and one for
calling me Ginnie, when you knew better.  Now will you submit, or must
I hold you down while your little daughter spanks your bottom with 
my hairbrush?"


Walter's eyes met hers.  She couldn't be serious!  But he knew Ginnie
-- Mommy -- never made idle threats.  He found his voice.  "I, um, 
I'll submit, Mommy."


Virginia led her little husband to the couch, sat down and pulled him
across her ample lap.  She wiggled him a little so that his penis was
positioned between her thighs.  She squeezed it between her legs
affectionately.


"Now Kristi, when you have a naughty male that you are spanking, you
first make sure his bottom is exposed.  It's not an issue this time,
because Papa was already naked, but otherwise you'd pull down his
pants and undies.  It is never as effective to try to spank a male
through his clothes.  You'd have to damage him for him to feel
sufficient pain, and that would be wrong."


Spank!


Mommy stroked Walter's little buns.  "Now little one, this is not
your spanking, but I wanted to demonstrate this to Kristi first. See,
dear, how Mommy's hand covers Papa's whole bottom?  Your hands are
still much too small, but when you are older you will get similar
results. For now, you will just spank your male as thoroughly as
possible."


Walter was just laying there, embarrassed.  He wished Mommy would just
get on with the spanking.  But no sooner had he thought it, Mommy
announced to him that he was being spanked now for not calling her
"Mommy."


SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!  Walter cried out in pain as his wife's hand
warmed his bottom, cried out in embarrassment as his five year old
girl watched him get spanked, then just cried as the painful spanking 
broke through what bravado he could muster.  SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!


SPANK!  SPANK!  SPANK!  As she spanked him, Mommy scolded Walter
about showing her, and all females, proper respect, and how she was
prepared to care for him just as his mommy had, and she deserved to
be called "Mommy," and how it was so disrespectful to call her a
nickname, as if he was her equal, and how it was a bad example to
their daughter of how gentlemen treated the females in their lives. 
SPANK! SPANK!  SPANK!


Virginia listened carefully as Walter's self-conscious exclamations
turned into reluctant, embarrassed wails, and finally into the real
little-boy crying that told her he was punished enough.  She rubbed
her little man on his heaving back as he sobbed miserably.  She gently
stroked his sore red bottom.  She bent over him and murmered loving
words, reminding him of her love, that Mommy would always love her
little Walter, and always care for him.


And she saw her five year old daughter drinking the whole scene in. 
Virginia knew this evening would help shape Kristi's view of how
females treated the males in their lives.  Now came the difficult
part of her plan.


"There, there, Walter."  Mommy's big soft hand felt soothing on his
back, and made him feel calm.  His bottom was so sore, and felt like
it could heat the house.  He had forgotten that anything else was
coming, and relaxed atop his wife's thick legs.


"Walter, you must now be spanked for resisting me earlier."  Walter
tensed on her lap.  "Now, I know you can't really take more spankings,
but it is so important that I can trust you to obey, even when you are
embarrassed!"  Despite himself, Walter whimpered in fear.  He heard 
Kristi approach, but was beyond embarrassment now.  He wept at the 
mere idea of enduring Mommy's hairbrush spanking when he was this 
hurt.


"I know you're sad, dearest."  Mommy said to him.  "I think I know a
way to make this bearable for you."  Walter lifted his head up at the
revelation of a way out, then dropped it, miserable again as his wife
went on to explain.


"Walter, you have a choice:  either be spanked by me with my big
hairbrush, or be spanked by Kristi with her little hand."


Virginia let her huband weep some more; he was an emotional man, and
it was better to let out his emotions than bottle them.  Besides,
revealing the weakness and helplessness of males was good for her
daughter.  Already Kristi's expression bore the pity and concern that
would blossom one day into a powerful maternal love for all males 
under her care.


"Which is it, little one?  Mommy spank or Kristi spank?"


"K-kristi spank."  Walter sobbed aloud at the thought that his five
year old was to give him a spanking.  Mommy again stroked Walter's 
back and told him he made the best decision.


"Now, Kristi, you spank Papa with your hand.  He was naughty because
he wouldn't let Momma wash his penis in front of you.  We care about
Papa and want him to be healthy and to let the females in his life
care for him, so it's important to spank him so his bottom will remind
him to obey from now on."


By the time Momma finished explaining why Papa had to be spanked,
Kristi was more than willing to do so.  She gave Momma the big white 
hairbrush, and eagerly lifted her stubby hand, when Momma gently took 
her wrist.


"Remember, Kristi, Momma is letting you help discipline Papa, to help
you learn how to treat all males, but Papa is Momma's husband. It's
kind of like he belongs to Momma."  Virginia let go of her attentive
daughter's wrist as she explained this necessity.


"Papa's your swave."  her preschooler added sagaciously.


"That's right, Kristi.  When a female marries a male, that makes him
her slave, and Papa is Momma's slave."


Walter squirmed uncomfortably on Mommy's lap as she revealed this 
very personal detail of their life together.  Virginia sensed her 
husband's discomfort and squeezed his penis between her legs 
comfortingly.


"And since Papa belongs to Momma,"she went on, "usually only Momma
will punish him for naughtiness and reward him for goodness, does
that make sense?"


"Yes, Momma.  Papa is yours and taking him without permission is 
stealing."  Virginia was surprised and pleased with her daughter's 
perception.  "Can I spank him now?"


Virginia suppressed a giggle.  "Of course, dear."


Kristy eagerly whapped Papa's already red bottom like Momma did
again and again.  She also tried scolding him like Momma did, but
couldn't both scold and spank.  Momma suggested she just spank, and
she doubled her efforts, the sound of her little hand echoing off the
walls.


Walter didn't think it was possible to hurt more than after Mommy's
spanking, but Kristi's little hand landed repeatedly with such force
that his bottom was quickly on fire again, and despite himself, he
wept unashamedly.  The walls echoed with the sound of Walter's 
wailing sobs and his daughter's spanking hand.


Virginia stopped her daughter after only about five minutes.  Her
husband was by that time thoroughly broken, and any more spanks would
have been pointless cruelty.  She knew that in time Kristi would learn
when to stop on her own.  She picked her husband up and cuddled him to
her breast.  "This is the most important part of any spanking, Kristi.
 Helping your male to know you still love him, and that he is
forgiven."


Walter wept against Mommy's bosom, and felt so comforted when she
kissed him.  He was aware of Mommy and Kristi talking, but it was more
important that Mommy loved him, even if he had been naughty.


When he was himself again, Mommy allowed Walter to climb off her
lap. He knelt before his wife and kissed her feet repeatedly all
over, confessing his love to her, and thanking her for punishing his
naughtiness away.  She responded with loving words that made his
heart feel nice and warm.  Walter's penis was swelling as he lovingly
kissed his wife's feet and she gently told him of her love.


"Now Papa kiss my feet!"  Exclaimed Kristi, who wanted both a reward
for her earlier efforts, and to participate in her parents' affection 
toward each other.


Walter's embarrassment was renewed as the little girl pulled on his
arm.  Of course, she had already seen him reduced to a weepy infant
by his wife.  Beside that, his erection was, so to speak, a small
matter.


"Here are some kisses, dear daughter!"  Walter got up and tackled
the preschooler, blowing on her tummy and feet until she was a mass
of ticklish giggles.  She was so ticklish, and this more normal
activity at least chased away his embarrasing erection.  Walter felt
rejuvenated.


"What a very good husband you are!"  Virginia praised Walter.  She
helped him off Kristi, so the five year old could stand.  "Now, your
daughter told you to do something, didn't she?"


At his wife's direction, Walter knelt before their daughter and 
meekly kissed the five year old's feet.


Then he stood naked in the living room, watching the fierce storm 
from inside the nice warm house, while Mommy got Kristi a cup of 
water, and put her to bed.

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