John looked at her a little strangely—Cathy wasn’t sure she had had a third beer since her sorority days, actually—but brought it and put it down in front of her, then bent over to kiss her.
“Aww,” Mindy said in a genuine, kind voice, and then Cathy realized she had gotten much drunker, faster, than she had supposed she would, because otherwise the thing that happened next could never have occurred.
As John straightened up, and Cathy felt the glow of his affection receding, she thought about their sex life—their marital relations—as her mother called the matter. She thought about the swoony feeling of seeing him in his uniform on their wedding night, and about the gentlemanly way he had taken her virginity, about the panties she hadn’t taken off under the lacy nightgown.
Cathy thought wildly, There’s nothing wrong with our marital relations.
Then she said to Mindy, “Why did you get spanked this afternoon?”
If John hadn’t said the thing about the way Cathy never made much noise during their lovemaking, maybe she would have been able to tell him exactly why what they had overheard coming from the Landises’ breakfast room disturbed her so much. Or maybe she could have at least made the attempt, which might have caused him to turn down the dinner invitation.
Who did she think she was kidding, though? Could Cathy even articulate to herself exactly why she found the thought of her next-door neighbor being punished so disturbing? She couldn’t have made an attempt to explain if her life depended on it.
All Cathy knew was that it had something to do with the stories her grandmother would tell her, when Cathy was little—stories that came from Gran’s own grandmother, of a girlhood on a Southern plantation. Stories that very often featured girls getting a whuppin’ or getting switched.
Once, Gran had even told Cathy a story about a young woman who had kissed a boy. “Let me tell you, sugar, her daddy blistered her tushy so good she couldn’t sit down for a week.”
Once, not in a story but really just in passing, Gran had said that she missed Cathy’s granddaddy, who had died before Cathy was born. “Lord, he would whip me good when I sassed him, but I loved him more than anythin’.”Here's the blurb!
When Marine Corps veteran John Lind and his twenty-two-year-old bride Cathy overhear their next-door neighbor Doug spanking his wife, Mindy, it quickly leads to conflict in their own relationship. Realizing that he has let Cathy get away with her snippy attitude and frequent defiance for far too long, John decides that it is well past time to bare her bottom, spank her soundly, and remind her who is in charge in their marriage.
Though it comes as a shock at first, Cathy soon discovers that being completely taken in hand by her husband arouses her intensely. With John now demanding her obedience both in and out of the bedroom, she frequently finds herself blushing crimson yet still burning with desire as she is thoroughly and shamefully mastered. But when John and Doug leave town for two weeks on business, can Cathy and Mindy behave themselves while their firm-handed husbands are away?
Publisher's Note: Their Wayward Wives includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.Buy the book here.