Jason Gets Broken by marmot In which a naughty husband is taught respect. -------- Jason Gets Broken "Welcome home, my love!" Livia hugged her male and kissed him. Jason and Livia had just arrived at her - no, their - apartment. Livia picked Jason up and carried him inside, setting him down gently. Jason felt shy; although they had just spent the past two weeks together doing things he had only dreamed about - and some things he hadn't - this was the first time he had seen her home. Their home now. He looked at his new wife and smiled shyly. "Here, darling, hang up our coats." Livia gave him her heavy coat and opened the coat closet. "Oh, no," thought Jason, "not more orders!" From the time they were married, it seemed to Jason that his wife spent most of every day telling him what to do. That was just fine in the bedroom, where she was a lot more experienced than he, but she acted like she was in charge both in bed and out. "No, Jason!" Livia corrected. "Hang up our coats more carefully than that." Livia noted with appreciation that her male was disappointed that he disappointed her. He would make a fine partner, no matter what her family said. "That's better!" Livia was genuinely pleased with his effort to please her, and that made Jason feel better about being made to repeat something so inconsequential as hanging up clothes. "Now, how about some supper?" They spent the rest of the evening making supper, well Livia made supper, and Jason more or less followed her about, getting this, putting that away. It was irksome, they way she kept bossing him around, but the delicious meal - chicken over rice, with this really nifty sauce - more than mollified him. "One last task, you cute little male" - how it irritated him when she called him that! - "Do the dishes, and don't forget to soak the pans, or they won't get clean." "Again with the orders! Doesn't she know how to ask?" Jason grumbled silently, but finally got the dishes done. "See, now the chores are out of the way, and we can relax." She patted the seat of his pants as she walked past. He jumped, as usual, but, as usual, didn't mind her forwardness. "Ok, now the slave driver routine should be over," Jason thought as he looked through Livia's collection of CDs. "Now things should get better." But when Livia returned a moment later, things were anything but better. "Jason, those dishes don't look too good. Go wash them again, dearest." "That does it!" Thought Jason angrily. "This stops here!" "Jason, I said go wash the dishes again; do it now." "Stop being such a bitch! I'm not your slave, so stop treating me like one!" The words were out of Jason's mouth before he had known he spoke them. He and his wife were both shocked. "What exactly did you say?" Livia kept her calm demeanor, but her dark blue eyes reflected the anger growing under the surface. "Um, stop treating me like a slave." Looking up into Livia's eyes, Jason felt his knees go weak. But he had to take a stand sometime. He steeled himself. "No, dear. What did you call me?" She moved toward him as she spoke. "I, um, I called you a b-bitch," Jason stammered. "If you don't like it, stop acting like one." "I see." -Slap!- Livia slapped Jason's face hard. he staggered back against the wall. "Ow!" Jason was hurt and very angry. What right had she to--? "Never, ever call me or any other female that word." She glared coldly at Jason, and he shivered fearfully. "I was advised to be firm with you from the beginning, but I decided against it. I thought you would love me more than your foolish male ego. I see I was wrong." -Whump!- Livia's shapely foot crashed into her male's privates. He crumpled into a ball at her feet, whimpering. She kicked his legs apart and stomped hard on his privates. Jason uttered a gurgled moan and curled up into a fetal position, crying bitterly. Through a haze of pain, Jason heard his wife moving around the apartment, heard water running, with growing distress heard her returning to him. Livia knelt beside Jason, lifted his head and cradled him in her arms. He wanted to protest, to scream his rage at her, but found all he had strength to do was weep against her breast. "There, there, little Jason. Livia's here." She smoothed his hair, and rocked him gently until he had recovered his composure. He was clearly very angry and he opened his mouth to tell her so, but she kissed him and while her surprised male was puzzling out how to react to this, she laid a finger against his lips. "No, my love, let me talk first, then if you still want to talk, I will listen." Jason felt overwhelmed. He wanted to protest, but like so often on their honeymoon, he found himself naturally following his wife's lead. "When we were married, I vowed to love, provide for , protect, and lead you forever and ever. And you vowed to love, honor, trust and obey me forever. Do you remember? Just nod." Jason nodded. He wasn't paying much attention at the time, but it seemed like the minister had gotten the lines mixed up. He was going to tell his wife just how loving he thought it was to kick your husband in the balls, but she continued before he could speak. "Part of my vows is to help you keep yours. I haven't been keeping my vows, my love. If you don't honor me, then we both have failed." Livia gazed down into Jason's eyes. "I'm sorry I failed you, dear Jason." His wife looked so sad, Jason felt like crying. It wasn't fair! Livia had been treating him like a slave driver, and when he protested, she slapped his face and kicked him between his legs. He should be furious, but all he felt was sorrow and worry because he had made her sad. "I will take better care of you, my cute little male, starting now. You said you thought you weren't my slave. Is that still how you feel? Again, just nod." Jason nodded again. He was crazy about Livia, but if she thought she could treat him like her slave, she'd better think again. "You see?" She stroked her male's cheek. "I should have listened to my Sisters and been firmer with you. Then you would have no such illusions." "Now see here!--OW!" Livia relaxed her grip on her male's testicles, until she saw his expression change from agony to just pain. "Naughty Jason! Livia said no talking until Livia is finished. Now will you obey? Just nod." Jason nodded quickly, beads of sweat forming on his brow. When his wife finally let go, he breathed a heavy sigh of relief. "From now on, I will be firmer with you, and there will be no more doubt about who is in charge. You are male, and by definition that means you are a slave. What you must remember is that when I married you, I made you my male, dearest." Jason wondered where she learned her definition of male as slave. Probably from that coven she belonged too. Still, it felt so good whenever she told him she loved him. So what if she had weird ideas? He could handle it. "Jason," Livia concluded, "I love you, and I always will. No matter what I do to you or how much it hurts, everything that happens between us is because I love you and care about you. Do you understand, my precious male?" Jason nodded yet again. This was all so weird! "Do you want to add anything?" He didn't. Livia helped Jason up onto his knees. Then his wife stood over him and scolded him. "What a naughty male!" She said, resting her hands on her hips. "You rebelled against someone who loves you and wants you to be happy. How naughty and wrong to call Livia, or any female, bad names! That's disrespectful, and it's just being bad!" Jason blushed. It was embarrassing to be scolded like a young child! Livia went on at length about what a naughty little male he was being. The worst thing about this little ordeal was that, as Livia continued her verbal spanking, he began to feel like a little child. He sniffled, and was further embarrassed to notice the tears trickling down his cheeks. Just as Jason was feeling brokenhearted about not respecting females because he called Livia a you-know-what, Livia concluded her scolding. "You've been very naughty, little Jason! What have you to say for yourself?" "I'm sorry, Livia!" Jason whispered tearfully. "I'll be good from now on." Livia helped her male to his unsteady feet and embraced him. She let him bury his face in her ample bosom. "I know, I know. Jason wants to be good for Livia." As she led Jason to their bedroom, she added, "and Livia knows just how to make Jason be good!" Jason's wife led him to her bed. Cooing gentle phrases, she helped him out of his shirt and shoes, his pants and undies. then she just sat there on the bed, cuddling Jason. It felt so good, and he felt so loving toward her. He was totally unprepared for her next statement. "Now, Livia is going to spank Jason so hard, he will never think about being bad ever again!" "Please Livia!" Jason protested. "I'll be good!" Livia put her finger against his lips and shushed him. "Never protest a spanking, Jason. Livia knows what you need so you'll behave." Livia's tender, maternal care brought out in Jason's latent submissiveness, and his protest was an honest expression of fear rather than prideful rebellion. That was why she simply gave him an admonition rather than pain. His response, nodding and holding her fearfully, showed her instincts correct. She led her charge to his spanking. Jason's wife led him across the bedroom. His heart was pounding as he was bent over a footstool in front of a comfortable looking chair. A part of him wanted to rebel, to assert his male pride, to escape his current situation. But a bigger part of him really wanted to please his wife, and he just turned his head and looked up at her silently. "Now Jason, this is going to hurt. A lot." She pulled a long rattan cane out of a vase beside her chair as she sat down. It dripped warm water onto his back. "You'll probably want to cry. Loudly. That's ok; spankings hurt and it's ok for Jason to cry when he hurts." Livia rested the cane on Jason's naked bottom, and he whimpered involuntarily. "Please Livia, please don't." Jason hated himself for begging. But he was so afraid! He was shivering with fear. Livia left the soaked length of rattan against Jason's bottom and bent down to him. "There, there, little Jason. We both want you to be good, and we both know a spanking will help you be good." She brushed her hand across his brow. "Don't worry, my love. This first time I won't spank until you are ready." Jason knelt there watching his wife wait for him to be ready for his spanking. She kept the wet cane against his behind, and it dripped water uncomfortably down his leg. What was he waiting for - surely it couldn't be that bad. "Please s-spank me now," he said, bravely. "Ok, my love." -swish!- The cane felt like a thousand needles on Jason's bottom as his wife began the spanking. He screamed and forced himself up out from under her. "Naughty Jason!" Livia grappled him and forced him back down over the footstool. She knelt with one knee on his ankle and another trapping his hand. -Swish!- "Oww!" This time, she brought the cane down on the sole of his trapped foot. He never felt anything so painful! That was even worse than the stroke across his rear. His vision blurred, and he collapsed on the footstool, crying. "When Livia or any female spanks you, never, ever struggle!" Livia put the cane back in the vase and retrieved another. "Now we will begin again. Please try to be brave this time." -Swish!- The wet rattan cane bit into his bottom, and Jason wailed. -Swish!- -Swish!- Jason wailed with every stroke of the cane, and he sobbed. -Swish!- "Stop!" Jason cried and again tried to get up, only to find his wife plop heavily on his back. Livia sat on Jason's slender back and trapped his other ankle beneath a foot. Knowing what was coming, Jason cried out inarticulately. -Swish!- Oooww! The cane hit the sole of his other foot, and again the pain was so unbearable! Jason started to cry like a baby, both feet now throbbing, swollen and nearly short-circuiting with the pain they conveyed to his brain. "Naughty, naughty little male!" Livia scolded. "Never struggle against Livia or any female!" She sat down beside Jason and once more pulled out a fresh cane. "Now we must start over." -Swish! Swish! Swish!- Jason tried to take it, but it hurt so much! "Stop it,! Let me go!" He cried. Twisting, he punched her leg repeatedly and tried to get up. The rebellious male's physical assault surprised Livia. She stood, and so did Jason. They grappled with each other for a second, but Livia was much stronger, more agile, and she had been trained in fighting. Furthermore, she was suffering neither the physical nor the emotional effects of her male's discipline. The fight was over almost before it had started, and Jason was on the floor on his tummy with an enraged Livia sitting on his back. "BAD!! Naughty male!" She grasped both arms firmly and pulled them behind his back. "NEVER HIT!! Ever! Jason never hits anyone!" Jason felt unbelievable, excruciating pain, as his furious wife twisted his arms and pulled them behind his back. He screamed until he had no more voice left, and still Livia pulled and twisted his tortured arms until he felt she was twisting them off. "Never hit anyone, little male!" She said, angrily. "ESPECIALLY not a female!" Jason just lay there under his wife, weeping while she tortured him. His arms were hurting, far too much to bear, and her voiced anger was much too awful for him. "This is what happens to naughty males who hurt others!" Livia wrenched his arms again and again, punctuating her words, feeling his tendons stretching to the limit of their elasticity. "Jason must NEVER hurt anyone!" Her anger spent, Livia carefully guided Jason's arms back down, making sure they weren't dislocated. She sat back in her chair, gently guiding Jason to his knees between her legs. He looked up into the loving eyes of the woman who just punished him worse than anything he ever experienced. She tenderly held his face in her hands, meeting his fearful, anguished gaze for the couple of seconds it took him to react to her punishment. Jason broke down then, crying and crying, completely out of control. Livia picked him up and cuddled him to her bosom. "There, there, little one. You go on and cry." She murmured maternal comforts gently cooing to her abused little male until he finally calmed down. "There, there, Livia still loves little Jason. Love you, little darling." Jason looked up at his wife and tried to speak, tried to express the pain he felt, but only managed to start weeping again, great sobs that shook his body. Livia understood, as her male soon would, that this punishment was permanent. He would be physically weak and defenseless for several months at least, and emotionally incapable of harming another person, even in self defense, for the rest of his life. This realization made her feel so protective toward her helpless little male. She held him close, rocking him gently in her strong, soft arms. Finally, Jason was calm again. He would have cried himself to sleep in his wife's arms except he was in too much pain. Instead, he lay in a haze of sleepiness and physical exhaustion, listening to the sweet music of his wife's loving voice. He took in her comforts gratefully, even though she had just finished hurting him more than anything he had ever experienced. She was so sweet to him now. Jason never felt so attached to his wife. Livia felt her male stir restlessly, and allowed him to stand. As soon as his poor feet bore any weight, Jason collapsed, holding his feet and weeping again pitifully. "Oh! poor little dear!" Livia scooped her male into her arms and carried him to bed. "You won't be walking for a while, I'm afraid." She put Jason in bed and climbed in beside him. Laying down, she caressed his tummy and stroked his face. "Have you learned your lesson, Jason?" "Uh-huh," he whimpered into her breast. Livia held her helpless, weepy male and kissed him repeatedly. "Livia is going to be very firm with Jason, but you'll see, dearest. We'll both be so much happier!" In response, Jason could only nod, but again tears were rolling down his cheeks.