NEVER TOO OLD, PART 3
January, 1967
by Gene Hyatt

Nancy Cromwell shook her head in irritation and muttered "Damn" as the ringing phone took her attention away from the TV. It always seemed to ring right at the most interesting part of General Hospital. She let it ring several times, then sighed and walked to the desk. She kept her eyes on the screen as she picked up the phone.

"Hello," she said, none too sweetly.

Her husband's voice answered her, "Hello, Nancy."

Nancy broke in before he could continue, irritation in her voice, "I'm watching GH, hon, I'll call you back when it's over, ok?"

"No! You will not, Nancy. You will listen to me now!"

She was dimly aware that there was anger in his voice, but Scorpio was about to reveal the name of the murderer and she had been waiting all week to find out who it was.

"Oh, all right. What do you want?" she asked petulantly, still keeping most of her attention on the screen.

"I want you to listen carefully! You're in trouble already and that tone in your voice isn't helping your cause any. I just got a call from the bank telling me they never received last month's payment on the car. You were supposed to pay them when you stopped to get traveler's checks before you left to visit your father. Obviously you forgot."

"I guess I did. I'm sorry."

His voice got colder. "Do you remember what you asked me to do last night?"

The part of Nancy's mind that was not fixed on the TV screen sorted through the memories of last night's welcome home lovemaking and conversation then suddenly rang alarms as it came to the part where she had told Jerry about the spanking she'd received from her father. Her mind went on full alert as she remembered the end of the conversation. "Y...y...yes, darling," she stammered, the phone now getting her full attention.

"Good," said the cold voice, "then you know what to expect. I'll be home in an hour."

Nancy swallowed hard. Her mouth opened to say something but Jerry had already hung up. Her mind whirled. Dimly she heard the theme of General Hospital come up behind her. She turned to the screen and watched the credits roll. "Damn," she said aloud, "I still don't know who did it."

She next hour did not pass swiftly. She went to the kitchen and made some fresh coffee. After checking out the window to see that Melody was still playing in the back yard she sat the table, the cup cradled in her hands, and let her mind wonder back to last night, her first night home after her two week Christmas visit with her father. Melody, her six year old daughter, had gone to sleep early, exhausted from the long flight. She had been tired too, but not so much so as to prevent her from eagerly responding to Jerry's love making. It had been a long two weeks for both of them.

Afterwards, as she lay cuddled in Jerry's arms, she told him all of the details of her visit including the spanking her father had given her for coming in three hours late, just like he'd done when she was living at home. In response to his questions, she had described the spanking in detail; how she'd had to bare her bottom and get over his lap; how his hand felt when it landed on her bottom; how she had tumbled off of his lap at the end to writhe on the floor, crying and rubbing until ordered to stand and say she'd learned a lesson; and, finally, how she had discovered that Melody had been listening.

"And you know, Darling," she finished, "in talking to Melody I realized I'd needed that spanking. I hadn't had one in seven years, you know. When I went downstairs for breakfast, Daddy was already there and I hugged him and told him I loved him and thanked him for spanking me. And I told Melody that night before I cried myself to sleep that girls are never too old to be spanked and that I was going to ask you to spank me like you do her. And I really want you to. I know now what I've been missing for the last seven years. And I think that's the reason I'm so bitchy sometimes and careless and all other bad things."

Jerry had looked at her thoughtfully for a minute, then smiled, "If that's what you want, Hon. I must admit there have been a lot of times the last few years when I was tempted to redden this cute little tush of yours," he patted it gently, "but I kept telling myself that you don't spank grown women."

"Well, this one you'd better. I mean it! The next time I deserve it, you take my pants down and paddle my caboose just like you do Melody's. I promise not to get mad, at least not for long."

They both chuckled and, after one last round of love making, drifted off to sleep in each other's arms.

"Well, I can't say I didn't ask for it," Nancy said, half aloud as she rubbed her right hip where the lower part of her cheek protruded from the leg of her very short, green, jogging shorts. She glanced at the clock. Only ten minutes had gone by. She suddenly remembered she was making pot roast for dinner. She got it out and busied herself for a while getting it ready and on the stove. As she peeled carrots and potatoes, she tried to keep her mind off of her upcoming ordeal but was totally unsuccessful.

"I wonder if it'll hurt as much as one of Dad's?" she mused. "Probably not, Jerry's never spanked an adult before. He'll probably take it easy," she assured herself, but then her mind flashed to some of Melody's spankings she'd witnessed. He certainly never took it easy with her. Her little behind was always red as a beet when he'd finished and Melody always cried her eyes out while she was standing at the wall after.

"Oh, God!" she suddenly exclaimed out loud, "I hope he doesn't do that to me. Daddy never did that. I'll die if I have to stand there with my big, red bottom on display." She sighed, "But then I did ask him to spank me like he does Melody, so I guess I'm in for the whole treatment."

She finished with the vegetables, put the pan in the fridge, refilled her cup and wandered back to the den. Ten minutes to go. She switched on the stereo, turned the dial until the strains of a Brahm's symphony filled the air, and sat down to await her fate. The coffee set, untouched, on the table before her.

She was still sitting there staring thoughtfully at the small circle on the opposite wall where her daughter's nose had rested so often, when she heard Jerry's car pull into the driveway. The front door opened and seconds later he strode purposefully into the den. He wasted no time.

"Stand up!"

She complied, staring up at him first, then dropping her eyes. "I'm sorry, Darling," she murmured.

He grabbed her wrist and pulled her to the desk. Turning the chair around, he sat down and pulled her to him. His lecture was short and to the point.

"Nancy, it was very careless of you not to make the car payment. It will cost us a ten dollar late fee, but more importantly there was the embarrassment of having the bank calling me and having to speak to them at my desk where other people could hear. And then I had to ask Mr. Mason to give me some time off so I could go downtown and pay them which meant I had to tell him why. And this, of course, is not the first time you've done something like this. I hope you meant what you said last night, but whether you did or not, you are going to get spanked, right now, and very hard."

He tugged at her wrist and suddenly she was across his lap looking at the rug a few inches from her nose. She quickly put her hands down to balance herself, her toes digging into the rug on the other side.

"Raise your hips!" he commanded.

She did so and felt his fingers in the waist band of her shorts and then the cool air on her skin as he pulled them down to her knees. His fingers returned to her waist, grasped the top of her pale green bikini panties and pulled them down to rest just above her shorts. As she felt her panties go, she relaxed and, once more, lay flat across her husband's lap.

Suddenly she was blushing. As she felt her face grow warm, she realized that she was going to be spanked for the first time by a man other than her father. Even though Jerry had seen her bare bottom almost every day since they'd been married it was still embarrassing and humiliating to have to have it bared by him for a spanking. She whimpered and clenched her cheeks.

She felt pressure in the small of her back and a second later a hornet stung her right cheek. She grunted and kicked up one leg in surprise at the pain. Any hope she had that Jerry would take it easy was quickly dispelled as his hand continued to slap her bare cheeks in a fast paced steady rhythm.

Suddenly she realized that, while he was alternating from cheek to cheek, his hand was landing in the same place on each one each time. The effect was devastating. The pain and heat quickly built up to an intolerable level. At the end of thirty seconds she was crying, the tears running down from her eyes and dripping onto the floor. The slaps continued to rain down and seconds later she began to sob and plead, "Pleeease! N...n...not a..all in the same p..place! Pleeease! Pleeeeease! Pleeeeeeas! Oh, pleeeease!"

The crown of each cheek became a bonfire. Her legs, hampered by the shorts and panties at her knees, kicked up and down while her arms waved in a vain attempt to reach her burning behind. A minute passed and she had received at least forty, full arm swing slaps to each side of her squirming bottom, all of them landing in almost exactly the same spot.

Suddenly the stinging slaps stopped. Nancy struggled to catch her breath as she dared to hope that Jerry was finished bombarding her behind. Her hope was short lived. She felt his hands on her shoulders pulling her to her feet. He spread his legs, pulled her between them and forced her down again over his left leg, pushing her forward until her head was on the floor and the lower part of her bottom was prominently displayed. He clamped his right leg over both of hers and raised his hand shoulder high.

Even through the pain and tears, Nancy realized what part of her anatomy would be attacked next and began to struggle to bring her bottom down so the tender fold at the junction of her thighs and bottom would not present so good a target. She struggled in vain, however, and the first of a new round of spanks landed exactly where she had expected, causing her whole body to jerk violently and wringing a loud "ooooouh" from her lips.

Grimly, Jerry went on with his work. During the next minute or so he landed another seventy or eighty spanks dividing them between the two sides of his wife's jerking, twisting behind. Each landed exactly where all the others did; half of his palm landing on the bottom of the cheek and half on the tender skin of her thigh. In a very short time, two more bonfires were raging on Nancy's tortured bottom.

Nancy did not take it quietly. Unable to kick, she hammered the floor with her fists, yelled, pleaded, and sobbed. She had never had such a short spanking cause so much distress. Each time Jerry's palm landed in the same spot, it felt as though a thousand bees had stung her; as though a branding iron had touched her. Liquid ran in a steady stream from her eyes and nose. She was having trouble breathing; her breath coming in short gasps. At last she managed to stutter, "Ooooh, pleeease! Pleeease! I c..c..can't st..stand any moooore! I'mmmm s..s..s..sorry! Pleeease! Pleeease stooop!"

Jerry finished her off with two more extra hard slaps on each side then released her. Nancy rolled off of his lap onto the floor where she lay sobbing, twisting her hips, and rubbing her burning bottom.

Jerry watched her impassively for a minute or two. His right hand stung, it was not used to giving such hard spankings, and he rubbed it against his leg. Abruptly he stood up, bent, grasped Nancy's arm and pulled her to her feet.

"Step out of those," he commanded, pointing at her shorts and panties that were tangled around her ankles.

Still sobbing loudly, and with her free hand still frantically rubbing her burning heiny, Nancy did so, stumbling once or twice as her bare feet caught in the material. As soon as she was free of the entangling garments, Jerry began pulling her toward the couch on the other side of the room.

Nancy had assumed that her punishment was over and had expected to be taken to the wall and put in display position. This new development sent waves of apprehension through her.

Before she had time to speculate on Jerry's next move, it was upon her and she found herself face down over the arm of the couch. Next, she felt his hand on the base of her behind pushing her forward until her hips were directly over the arm of the couch, her legs sticking almost straight out. She could feel the nubby fabric against the bare skin of her lower stomach where the blond curls began. Expecting a new assault on her bright red bottom cheeks, she reached back with both hands and clasped them as she begged, "Pleeease, J..J..Jerry! N..n..no m..m..mooore! M..my butt h..hurts sooo!"

"It's not your butt I plan on tending to," he replied. "What you just got was for being forgetful and causing me embarrassment at the office. There's still the matter of the ten dollar late fee and that is worth, to you, exactly five swats on the inside of each thigh.

Nancy groaned and sobbed loudly as she felt her legs pulled as far apart as the would go, exposing the pale skin on the inside and the blond curls surrounding the tender lips. Once more she discovered the humiliating difference of her husband exposing for punishment that which he normally saw only during their love making. She felt her face grow almost as warm as her well spanked behind, then her whole body jerked as Jerry's punishing hand slapped against the inside of her left thigh, wringing a loud "Oooooouh!" from her. She managed to keep her legs apart as four more landed, the last so close to the most tender part that the tips of his fingers flicked against the lips causing an even harder jerk and louder cry. She couldn't help herself. Her thighs snapped together with an audible sound.

Jerry paused, shook his head and, once more spreading his errant wife's legs, stepped between them and quickly delivered the last five slaps to the inside of her right thigh, the tenth, like the fifth, touching the tenderest part.

Jerry stepped back. When Nancy felt her legs free, she clawed herself the rest of the way over the arm, rolled onto her back and lay half on and half off the couch, her legs spread, her hands between them rubbing the red flesh at the top of her thighs.

Her husband did not give her long to recover. Again, he grabbed her wrist, pulled her to her feet, and, this time, led her to the wall. Releasing her, he bent and removed the white circle of adhesive backed plastic and repositioned it about a foot below Nancy's nose.

"Now you put your nose in there and don't you dare move until I tell you to. And no more rubbing.! he commanded as Nancy reached once more for her steaming cheeks. "You just stand there with that big, red bottom sticking out and your hands on your back and think about being less forgetful in the future. Now do you have anything to tell me?"

Nancy assumed the position; allowed several sobs to escape; took a deep breath; and, in a low voice, repeated the words she'd heard her daughter say so often, "I'm sorry I was a naughty girl. My spanking taught me a good lesson. I'll be better. I really will!"

"I hope so!" Jerry said and she heard his footsteps leave the room.

She knew she was in for at least thirty minutes of display and already her thigh and neck muscles were beginning to ache from the strained position they were in. She shuffled her feet to relieve some of the strain. Suddenly she felt a cool, small hand on her hot heiny, and a soft voice said, "Poor Mommy. Does it hurt a lot?"

"Oooh, Melody. Ooooh, yes it burns and stings, b..but I deserved it. D..d..did you w..watch Daddy s..s..spank me?"

Only while you were on the couch. That must have really, really hurt. Daddy's never done that to me. Will he do that when I get older?"

"P..p..probably, Hon, but not unless you deserve it. Now you'd better go before Daddy comes back and catches you talking to me. If he does, you'll be standing here with me, showing a red behind."

"Ok, Mommy," and she heard her rapid footsteps as she ran from the room.

Suddenly Nancy smiled. A feeling of relief flooded her body just like it always had after her bottom had had a chance to cool off a little from one of her father's spankings. She had been bad, and she had paid the price. It had hurt a lot while she was getting it, and she knew that her bottom would be tender for a day or two, but she also knew that her punishment was now over; that Jerry would say no more about it and that she could look forward to a loving bedtime instead of the silent treatment that Jerry had always used in the past when she had done something wrong.

"I think," she said to herself as she waved her bright red bottom from side to side in an effort to hasten the cooling, "that the rest of this marriage is going to be a lot different."