Jason Gets Spanked by marmot In which a naughty husband is taught to obey -------- Jason gets Spanked Jason sat on the sofa pensively waiting for his lovely wife to return. Although he was told to be still, he couldn't resist moving his arms. They responded slowly, but with the tendons in his shoulders ripped and stretched, he felt lucky they would move at all. he tried to lift his arms above his head, but they trembled as if he held lead weights. "What am I going to do?" he thought. "Without arms I can't --" The door opened and in strode Livia. She was about six feet tall, with her blonde hair in two long braids that reached her waist. She wore a white cotton blouse, opened about half way, exposing large, weighty breasts cradled in a white lace bra. Her black skirt was slit to her waist, revealing one powerfully muscled leg, and a hip clad in lace matching her bra. Jason's heart pounded as he met her gaze. "Oh, what a wonderful woman!" he thought. "If only she weren't so --" "You moved," she said. Quickly, feeling the fear welling like a tide in his gut, Jason lowered his arms. They protested painfully, but once more were at his side. "I'm sorry, Livia! I --" "Silence, worm!" Her voice carried an angry edge, although her face remained impassive. "Come here." Jason slid off the couch and walked to his wife on his knees. The carpet burned his knees as he rushed to her, making him wince in pain. "You do well to hurry." Livia squatted in front of her naked, trembling male. "Dear little Jason! If you'd only obeyed, you would be kissing my feet right now, and we'd both be happy. But because you didn't stay still like I told you to, you must be punished." Jason bit his lip, his eyes welled with tears, but he did not cry. He was truly afraid, but that didn't mean he wasn't a man. Livia saw through his futile male bravado with a growing irritation. When would he learn that with her the rules were different? -slap!- Jason heard the blow before he felt the hot pain of her hand across his face. He flinched, choked back a sob. His wife went out of focus as the tears dripped down his cheeks. "Damn it, Jason!" She tangled her long, delicate fingers in his curly hair and looked into his eyes. "Why do you keep hurting yourself? Your damned disobedience is hurting you badly, and hiding behind that foolish male pride is just making it worse!" Jason felt himself pulled into Livia's soft, warm bosom. He was surprised to feel her shuddering with sobs, her tears raining down on his naked back. Embarrassed, he put his damaged arms around his wife, embracing her weakly. "I'm sorry, Livia. Please, please don't cry. I'll be good! I'll --" His wife put two fingers gently to his lips. "I know you'll be good. Now, lets get you some help to be good for Livia." She stood, wiping her hand across her eyes. Then she rested her hands on her shapely hips and began to scold Jason for moving. He shrunk under her berating. Her words always cut deeper into him than any beatings ever did. "What a naughty male! She finished at last. "When will you be someone I'm proud of, instead of someone that needs spanked?" "I don't know." Jason replied in a small voice. He was vaguely aware that for some time he had been crying openly. "My Sisters say I should just castrate you." Livia's voice caught. "Is--is that what you want?" "No." Livia took Jason by his hair and lifted his face to meet his eyes. "Then what do you want, my love?" "I want to be good!" Jason sobbed. He felt like a small child. He hated Livia for making him like this. It was worse than if she hated him. He knew she loved him and knowing he displeased her cut through his soul. "I want that too, my love." Livia smiled sadly, and Jason felt his heart break further. She turned suddenly and headed for the bedroom. She looked over her shoulder at her male and patted her thigh. "Come on, darling. Let's get you spanked so you'll remember to be good for Livia." Jason hurried after his wife, feeling his pulse race with fear. She sat in her comfy chair, and helped him over the footstool. "Now, Jason, We won't have a repeat of last time, will we?" She pressed firmly between Jason's shoulders and he writhed with pain. "N-no, ma'am!" he gasped, and braced himself for his spanking. -swish!- at the first blow from the wet rattan cane, Jason screamed and nearly jumped out of his skin. "Naughty male!" Livia pressed a foot firmly on one of Jason's ankles. -swish!- the cane landed harshly against the sole of Jason's trapped foot, and it exploded with pain. "Never, never struggle against Livia or any female!" "Now, shall we begin again?" Jason nodded, though he was in too much pain to speak. -swish! swish! swish!- Jason screamed, wailed actually, with each blow, and by the third blow he foolishly tried to wiggle out from under her firm hand. It was more instinct than intention, but he regretted it instantly. "Naughty Jason!" Livia pressed her foot on his other ankle. "no-n-no!" Jason begged. -swish!- Immediately his other foot became a ball of fiery pain. He was nearly incoherent now, wailing wordlessly to his wife, tears streaming down his face. Livia put the rattan cane back into its water-filled vase. She picked her little male up and held him close in her arms, his face against her breasts. She comforted him for a few minutes, until he was again lucid. "Now, we will begin again." She looked deep into Jason's haunted eyes. "Jason has been naughty. Livia will spank Jason's naughty bottom and he will be good from now on. If you try to disobey me or any female ever, your sore bottom will make you obey. Understood, my darling?" "Yes, ma'am." Jason knelt back over his wife's footstool for his spanking. -swish! swish! swish!- Jason wailed weakly under the wet cane's blows -swish! swish! swish!- but he was too weak to struggle any more. -swish! swish! swish!- He just lay there getting spanked, -swish! swish! swish!- until he felt and, sounded, like a baby. -swish! swish! swish!- Then the spanking was finally over. Livia took little Jason in her arms. He was still sobbing unashamedly. She rocked him gently in her arms, his tears dried in the white lace covering her breasts. "Love you, little Jason. Livia loves Jason," she repeated over and over. She put a cool hand gently to her male's face. "Livia will always love Jason." The well-spanked male nodded. "All females love Jason." Again he nodded, drinking in the cool blue of her eyes. "And Jason loves Livia and all females. And will always be good." He nodded again, and fell asleep in his wife's arms. Livia cuddled her male for a while, watching the steady rise and fall of his breathing. She fondled Jason, and he stirred as his penis swelled under her hand. He smiled at his wife, would have reached for her if his arms worked better. Livia kissed Jason's forehead and stood with him in her arms. She placed her male on their bed. He murmured his thankfulness to his wife, and was asleep again before she left the room.