NEVER TOO OLD, PART 4
June, 1967
by Gene Hyatt

"Watch out!" Jerry Cromwell yelled as he realized his wife, Nancy, had not slowed down enough to negotiate the turn into their driveway. Nancy hit the brake and twisted the wheel, but it was too late. The left front wheel jumped the curb at the side of the driveway and the fender brushed the fence post in the corner of the yard, knocking it half over, before she got the car straightened out. She jerked to a stop. The young jogger whose physique she had been admiring just before she started to turn, looked back with a startled expression but kept on going.

Jerry turned to the back seat, "Are you ok, kids?" he asked his daughter and nephew.

They both nodded, still shaken at the sudden jolt and stop. "What happened, Daddy?" Melody asked.

Your mother didn't look where she was going!" Jerry answered angrily. "It's a good thing we were all wearing our belts."

"I'm s..s..sorry," Nancy stammered, still clutching the steering wheel.

"Drive on into the garage," her husband said evenly, "I think we need to have a talk."

Silently Nancy guided the car around the driveway which curved to the back of the house. The garage was on the opposite side of the pool from the house and she carefully drove through the door. She knew what was coming and also knew that she had brought it on herself. Six months ago her father had spanked her while she was home for Christmas and she had realized that she had been missing his firm hand since she had been married. When she got home she had asked her husband to start spanking her as he did their daughter and he had readily complied since he had been about fed up with her childish behavior which had gotten steadily worse over the seven years of their marriage. As she stopped the car inside the garage and automatically pushed the button on the sender to close the door, her bottom began to tingle in anticipation.

Her husband was out of the car almost before it stopped. He rushed to her side to look at the fender, shook his head, and then opened the car door. "Get out!" he ordered, obviously doing his best to control his temper.

Nancy unbuckled her seat belt and slid out. As soon as her feet touched the floor, Jerry grabbed her wrist and turned her to face the damaged fender. "Look at that!" he said angrily. "At least five hundred worth of damage. And you might have hurt the kids, not to mention you or me. And the fence will have to be fixed; that's another three or four hundred. And all because you were looking at that guy's buns hanging out of his shorts. Don't deny it," he continued as she started to shake her head, "I saw your head turn to follow him. Well, someone else's buns are going to be hanging out real soon, and a lot farther than his were. You know you deserve a real bottom burner, don't you?"

She nodded, her head hanging in shame; her free hand rubbing her behind.

"I'm glad you agree, not that it would have done you any good not to," he said and started pulling her towards the empty half of the two car garage. She stumbled after him on her high heels, her white nylon skirt fluttering behind her.

Melody and Jimmy trailed along behind. Dimly she heard Jimmy say, "Dad used his belt on Mom last month when she had an accident with the car. Boy, was her bottom red when he got done. Is Uncle Jerry going to use his belt?"

"No, Daddy just uses his hand on Mommy and me," Melody answered, "but that sure hurts."

There was a work bench against one wall with a tall, bar type stool in front of it. Jerry stopped there and released her wrist. He pushed a large wooden box in front of the stool and sat down with his feet on it. "Get those shoes and skirt off." Silently she obeyed. The skirt fell in a puddle at her feet, leaving her clothed in a white silk blouse and a white lacy teddy.

"Does that thing open at the bottom?" She nodded. "Then unsnap it."

She glanced at the kids. She thought about asking him to send them away but she knew that would be useless. And since the day she was born and the doctor had slapped her behind, she had never gotten a spanking on anything but her bare skin so it never even occurred to her to ask him to leave her bottom covered. With a sigh she reached between her legs and opened the two snaps. He motioned to her and she moved to his side, anxious now to get her ordeal over. He grabbed her under the arms and quickly lifted her up and over his legs.

In the six months she had been subject to marital spankings, Nancy had been in this position at least a dozen times. Always before though, Jerry had been sitting in a regular chair, or on the couch and she could reach the floor with her hands or feet. This time her "spanking platform" was a good four feet off of the floor and she simply hung there with her legs dangling on one side and her arms and head on the other. Not being able to reach the floor with either one, she had never felt so helpless.

Looking back under Jerry's legs, she saw her seven year old daughter and ten year old nephew watching in fascination. It wouldn't be the first time by any means that her daughter had seen her get a spanking, but her nephew was another matter. She'd never been spanked in front of a male of any age before and she blushed as red as her bottom was soon to be when she realized that the unsnapped flap between her legs had opened up as she was put in position and that her entire behind was being displayed to her nephew. She was very much regretting offering to take care of Jimmy for the weekend.

Her thoughts were interrupted when she felt Jerry's hands take hold of the bottom of her open teddy and pull it up so that it was bunched at her waist and then tuck the tail of her blouse into it. She squeezed her legs together as tightly as possible, but she knew only too well that they would soon be kicking in all directions as the heat from her spanking began to build up.

She had only a second to agonize over her exposure, as no sooner had Jerry bared her behind than he landed the first heavy slap directly in the center of the white target.

For the next five minutes or so her husband continued to slap her upturned bottom cheeks. He used no particular pattern or cadence. Sometimes five swats landed on the same spot to be followed by a dozen somewhere else. At other times he would progress up one side and down the other and follow with three or four on each thigh. At times he spanked slowly; at others with a machine gun speed. But no matter the cadence or pattern, the slaps fell after a full arm swing and with no respite and in a very short time Nancy had the proverbial bonfire burning on her well developed backside.

Nancy managed to take the first few dozen with only slight jerks of her body and low grunts and ouches. She was, after all, quite experienced at taking spankings. While she was getting these warmup slaps she continued to stare under Jerry's legs and saw the expressions of surprise on the faces of the two kids as they saw how hard his hand was landing and the effect it was having on her bare skin which was rapidly turning from white to red. It was, she thought, going to be the hardest spanking she had yet gotten from her husband.

Gradually her eyes began to mist and the children grew steadily more blurry until, at around the end of the second minute, she could no longer see them through the tears which began to trickle from her eyes and drop to the floor. And now, too, her legs began to kick in earnest and soon they were in continuous motion as were her arms which waved in the air in a vain attempt to reach her quivering, stinging behind.

By the end of the third minute, she was crying loudly with each slap. Her shapely, well formed bottom flattened with each stinging contact with Jerry's hand only to spring back to its natural rounded shape in time for the next. It clenched, unclenched, swerved, and bounced in time to the spanks raining down on it. At the same time she kicked her legs up, down, and sideways, trying to alleviate some of the heat building up in her hind-quarters; not caring now what she was exposing to her audience which was watching her gyrations in total fascination.

At the end of five minutes her poor bottom and thighs had absorbed at least four hundred slaps from her husband's punishing hand. The crowns of her cheeks were dark red and the backs of both thighs were bright pink to three or four inches below the fold. Suddenly Jerry stopped slapping her bottom and set her roughly on her feet, but any idea she might have had that her ordeal was over was short lived.

"I'm not through with you yet," he said grimly, "but my hand's getting sore."

He opened a drawer of the workbench and took out a thin, eighteen inch ruler, half a yard stick really. Turning back to his sobbing wife who had immediately grabbed her burning rear in both hands and was rubbing madly as she hopped up and down, he said, "I think a few swats with this will emphasize my point."

"Noooooo!" she wailed through her tears as she realized that her spanking was not yet over and that she was going to feel the bite of the ruler on her already well spanked rear end.

"P...p...p...please!" she stammered as Jerry grabbed her arm and pulled her to the high stool he had been sitting on. Again he lifted her, but this time put her, belly down, over the padded seat of the stool. He left her there, her legs waving in the air, opened another drawer and took out two elastic cords with hooks on each end that he used to hold down luggage on the car roof rack. Quickly he hooked them to the bottom rung on one side of the stool, pulled them over the back of his wife and fastened the other ends to the rung on the opposite side. They held her snugly, but not too tightly, in place.

"Put your hands on the rungs and keep them there while I finish spanking you." He ordered.

"Y..y..yes, d..dear. O..only p..p..please not s..so h..h..hard. P..please!" she begged.

"I promised you a bottom burner and that's what you're going to get," he replied, "now hold still."

She tried to obey and, with a great deal of effort, got her legs under control. As she waited for her spanking to resume, she realized, with a feeling of relief, that he had placed her over the stool so that she presented a side view to the kids instead of a rear view as before. At least some of her modesty would be preserved when Jerry spread her cheeks and thighs during the last stages of her spanking as he always did.

With the elastic cords holding Nancy in place, Jerry was free to manipulate her body with one hand while he wielded the ruler with the other. He began by standing on her right and wrapping his arm around both legs at the thighs. Holding them tightly, he began to bring the ruler down along the left side of his wife's butt where there was still unspanked surface area. He worked down the side of the cheek and back three times before reversing his position and doing the same thing to the right side. Nancy's yell was long and loud as she felt the thin ruler bite her bare skin. The sting was ten times worse than Jerry's hand, worse even than her father's. It was the first time ever that her behind had felt the sting of anything besides a male palm. Her father's callused, carpenter's hand had been capable of delivering the hardest of spankings without becoming sore, and Jerry had never spanked her for more than a minute or two, and then not as hard as her father had, so he'd had no need to use anything but his hand before.

Jerry had painted the outside of both cheeks with the ruler before she was fully over the shock of its sting, and now the red area extended from hip bone to hip bone across the crown of her jerking, twisting bottom cheeks. One area of her bottom was still relatively untouched, but it was not to remain so for long. Moving to stand beside her, facing her rear end, Jerry spread the crimson cheeks of her quivering bottom as far apart as he could and quickly slapped the narrow ruler along the inside of the valley, past the first hole, down to the tender lips, and back up the other side, delivering six hard, stinging slaps on each side.

Nancy reacted as though she were on fire, which, in fact, was what it felt like. Her legs tried to kick in four directions at once. Her husband quickly placed a foot on the rung of the stool to keep it upright as her whole body tried to twist away from the stinging slaps. By now she was sobbing uncontrollably. Her tears, running in a steady stream onto the floor, actually formed a small puddle. Her hands left the rungs of the stool and frantically tried to protect her behind which they couldn't quite reach.

Jerry, of course, realized that his wife was close to the limit of what she could stand and his anger had faded as he had watched her squirming bottom turn from white to dark red and heard her sobs and pleas to stop. He paused after he had reddened the inside edges of her crack and asked, "have you learned your lesson, or should I go on?"

"Oh, p..p..please! N..n..no m..m..ooore! I'm soooory. I..I..I won't dooo it a...again."

"I think maybe you have learned something, but just to emphasize the point even more I'm going to finish you off like this." He quickly straddled her right leg at the knee and clamped it tightly between his. With his left hand he pushed her other leg to the outside, spreading them wide apart and exposing, among other things, the tender, still unspanked inside surface of her thighs.

Poor Nancy could only moan, "Noooo, pleeeeease, n..n..not there!" as she realized what he was about to do. Her plea fell on deaf ears and she felt the bite of the ruler six more times as he slapped it against the tender skin, three on each side, alongside her pussy. This last assault on a previously unspanked and extremely tender surface caused Nancy's body to try and twist completely around, away from the stinging ruler. Only Jerry's tight hold on her legs prevented her from tipping over the stool. "Stooooop!" she moaned.

Finished with his unpleasant task at last, Jerry carefully inspected his wife's behind, again spreading her cheeks and thighs to make certain he had covered all of the spanking surface available to him. The entire surface of skin from tail bone to pussy, hip bone to hip bone, and the inside edge of the crack was a dark, angry red which almost glowed with the heat it was generating. Her thighs, while not as red, were hot enough to add considerably to her discomfort. Satisfied with his work, he loosened the cords and gently helped her to her feet.

He and the two kids watched as Nancy did her post-spanking dance. It was as memorable as the spanking had been. She hopped first on one foot, then the other. She pumped her hips forward and back. She jumped up and down with both feet. She rubbed her cheeks, then her thighs, bending over at the waist to reach the backs, down to her knees. In fact she went through every motion a thoroughly spanked young lady can go through while trying to reduce the fire in her bottom. The front flap of her teddy flopped up and down in time to her hops, giving them glimpses of blond hair. Finally she calmed down, and then suddenly threw herself into Jerry's arms. He held her tightly and patted and rubbed the bottom he had just finished spanking.

"Ooooooh, darling! Y..you r..really s..set me on f..fire! B..but I deserved it. A..and I..I...I love y..you so much!"

She looked at her daughter and nephew. "I'm s..s..sorry you had to watch me g..get s..spanked. I hope you learned s..something t..too."

They both nodded. Her nephew said, "Gee, Aunt Nancy, you really got a hard spanking. I'll bet it's as hot as a stove. Can we feel? Mom always lets me feel how hot her's is when Dad gets through with it."

Nancy's first impulse was to scold him for even asking, but then she shrugged her shoulders. "What the heck, they've certainly seen everything I own anyway," she said to herself. She stood up and bent over with her hands on her knees, wincing as her sore skin tightened over her outstretched behind. She felt two small, cool hands on her cheeks, one on each side. They rubbed lightly for several seconds then went away.

"Oh, you were right, Timmy," Melody said, "It's really hot."

"Ok," Jerry said, "I'm sorry I had to do that to you, honey, but you did deserve it and if I catch you being so careless with the car again you'll get the same thing but it'll be just a warm up for the real spanking that'll follow. Do you understand?"

"Yes, d..darling. May I get dressed now?"

Jerry nodded and Nancy bent and fastened the snaps of her teddy, then quickly unfastened them again. "Ooooh, that rubs on my thighs," she exclaimed, "I think I'll leave it open."

As she stooped to pick up her skirt, Jerry said, "I don't suppose you feel much like cooking tonight. How about I take us all to Wendy's? Would you like that, kids?" They nodded eagerly. "Ok, Melody, you run into the house and get a nice soft pillow for your mother to sit on. We'll wait for you out front. You two get in the car and we'll go, only this time I'll drive. "