Going into hiding

Part 2

By Tcheser

 

 

After their fateful and to Annabelle humiliating trip downtown a strange thing occurred. Sal found himself very turned on for some reason as they drove home. He wasn’t sure if it was from the way he had taken charge in his relationship with his wife or because he enjoyed seeing Annabelle distressed. Whatever the reason though they arrived back at their FBI supplied house in record time. He then pulled the woman who was for all intents and purposes “Gerty” into the house by her elbow. From there he led her into the bedroom only stopping long enough to drop her new clothes off by the dresser. He then tossed her onto the bed and started unbuckling his pants.

 

Gerty had been confused at first but now realized that Sal was randy. Although she wasn’t really in the mood she had always found in the past that having sex with Sal got her what she wanted. If she had wanted to take a trip she would sleep with him to get it. If she wanted a new fur coat sex was again the answer. She had yet to find a situation that sex couldn’t get her what she wanted. So she decided she would end his little tirade the old fashion way. She gave him a sexy smile and positioned herself on the pillows for him. When he was naked he came to her and told her he was going to take her like they do in the Midwest. She happily smiled and prepared herself for some pleasure.

 

It didn’t come though. Sal simply pushed up her skirt, pulled down her awful cotton briefs and slid inside her. Less then two minutes later he blew his wad and pulled out. He gave her one kiss and rolled over. She lay there for a few minutes expecting more. When it didn’t come she finally complained. She asked where her orgasm was. Laughing Sal said that was her problem. If she wanted him to get involved with that kind of a thing from now on she was going to have to be a very good little wifey indeed. From now on she would perform her wifely duty without question or special reward.

 

Furious Gerty rolled over to the nightstand by the bed. Pulling open the bottom drawer she came back with her trusted friend. It was a foot long pinkish vibrator of the latest ergonomic design. She looked at it like a kid with a hot fudge Sunday and her look was similar to that same kid having been told he was diabetic when Sal suddenly snatched it away from her. Gerty asked him what was going on and he said simply that good little Iowa wives didn’t use such things. If she wanted pleasure she was going to have to play ball. Pouting she became suddenly very irritable and tried to grab it back from Sal. He was much stronger though and easily kept it away from her. He then took the pink vibrator and smashed it hard against the wall. It busted into several pieces and then fell to the ground dead.

 

For her insolence and childish behavior Sal then did something he had never done before except in play. He grabbed Gerty and pulled her over his lap. Her panties already down she then received a hard bare bottom spanking. This left her crying again and kicking and bawling like a little girl. When he was done he asked her to apologize for her behavior toward him. When she refused he gave her another hard set of spankings. After receiving these stinging smacks she did as he asked and very contritely apologized for her bad behavior.

 

Sal then got up and took Annabelle by the ear pulling her painfully up with him. She squealed in pain as her sensitive ear was twisted and pulled. Sal led her into the living room and positioned her face first in the corner. She was to stay there quietly until he said otherwise. When she went to pull up her panties he swatted her hands away and told her they stayed where they were. To further illustrate the point that he wanted her bare red ass on display he pinned her ugly skirt to her back so nothing obscured it. He then left her there with a stern warning that if she moved or so much as took her nose out of the corner she would get another spanking. From the other room she could hear Sal rummaging about, but had no idea what he was doing. She didn’t dare turn around.

 

A half hour into her punishment she began to feel the real effects of what Sal had done. Being spanked was one thing, but to have to stand on display for all the world to see showing her shameful behind was another. She was also getting quite tired of standing with her nose pressed into the corner. She wasn’t used to this kind of thing at all. She alternated lifting one foot up at a time to get them off the floor. She was about to summon up her courage and call to Sal to beg to be released when there was suddenly a disturbance she hadn’t expected.

 

She heard the front door open and someone come in. A moment later she heard the voice of her next door neighbor calling to Sal. Worse yet she was getting closer as she came down the short entrance hallway to where Gerty stood bare assed. Fearing being humiliated in front of the fat, very lower middle class neighbor Judy, more then Sal for the moment, Gerty sprang into action and dove behind the sofa. From there she saw the very down to earth, plump, church going, Judy walk past following Sal’s voice as he called her to join him in the bedroom.

 

Crouched behind the sofa Gerty then tried to hear the two speaking. From where she was though it all sounded like gibberish. After a few minutes Judy left the bedroom shortly followed by Sal. From the sound of things Sal was giving Judy a hand with something, but Gerty wasn’t sure what. They went outside and came back in and went to the bedroom several times. Finally they seemed done and were discussing something pleasantly on the porch. Deciding she had to know what was going on and that they would be on the porch for a few minutes Gerty slipped into the bedroom.

 

At first everything seemed normal. The bedroom was neat. The bed was made. The dresser straight. Then she went into the big walk in closet. She screamed when she saw what had been done. While she had been in the living room facing the wall Sal had removed all her clothes from the closet. All her fashionable designer clothes were gone. Her Versace, her DKNY, her Gucci, her Fendi, her St. Laurent, her Bebe, everything was gone. There was nothing left but the other two gross outfits Sal had purchased her earlier. Hurrying to the dresser she found the same. All her hip clothes were gone, right down to her Victoria’s secret lingerie and tight jeans. Nothing was left.

 

Then it hit her. Sal had given all her clothes to Judy. Running as fast as she could in the god awful keds she sped out to the porch to stop Sal. Bursting out the front door onto the porch she was crushed to see that Judy was already pulling away. She could see that there were boxes full of what she recognized as her expensive wardrobe piled in the back of her pickup truck. On the boxes it said in black magic marker “for church sale”. She was too late. She fell hard to her knees and started crying and bawling again. This was worse in many ways for a clotheshorse like her then the spanking was. She thought Sal understood this when he looked down and gave her a very ironic smile. He however didn’t seem to though.

 

He let her cry for a bit. Then he told her how wrong it was of her to leave the corner when she was told not to. He then grabbed her by the arm and pulled her to her feet. Right there on the porch he then sat down on the steps and made her lay over his lap again for the second time that day. Her skirt was already pinned up so he only had to pull down her panties again as she had pulled them back up. Once her cute little bottom was bare again Sal laid into her with his strong open handed smacks.

 

He spanked her hard and fast this time so before she knew it she was screaming in pain and frustration and kicking her feet like mad. She kicked her legs so furiously in fact that one of her shoes came off. It flew it a lazy arc off the porch and landed in the bushes. Sal took note of where it landed, but didn’t let up from his spanking of Gerty for one second. She was very mad as well though and cursed and spat at him for getting rid of all her fancy designer clothes. She told him how expensive they were and how long it had taken her to buy them all and how stupid of him it had been to give them away. Sal didn’t let up one bit though despite her accusations that he was a bastard and a sadist and going crazy.

 

Sal only stopped when some of the neighbors started to come out of their houses to see what was going on. Before they got too good a look at what was going on though he shoved Gerty off his lap and led her by the ear back inside away from prying eyes. For that at least she was thankful. Once inside though her punishment continued. She was dragged into the kitchen and shoved up against the sink. Sal then lathered up a bar of ivory soap real good and shoved it in her mouth. The taste was awful. He made sure she tasted it fully too. He methodically rubbed it all around her tongue and mouth and more then a little was scraped off onto her teeth. A thick foam rose from her mouth like a rabid dog and at that moment she didn’t think she could get any angrier at Sal. He didn’t even let her rinse out after her mouth washing. He let her spit a couple times but that was all.

 

Then Sal said it was lunchtime. Normally they would have ordered in or gone out, but today was different. Sal wanted Gerty to make lunch with her own two hands. Just as she had made breakfast and would be making all meals from now on Sal reminded her. Humbly Gerty did as she was told. She wasn’t eager to get another spanking. As her husband watched her she went about preparing lunch all the time with her bright red ass on full display and almost dying from the soap still in her mouth. It was terrible and it was very hard for Gerty to concentrate on what she was doing. She moved around the kitchen like a drunk person, but finally managed to heat up a frozen pizza and make a tossed green salad. Sal was amused by the whole spectacle though and just watched with a wry smile plastered all over his mug.

 

When lunch was finally ready he had Gerty set it all up on the dining room table. By then it had begun to rain and the sound broke the eerie silence that had fallen over the household. Sal had her sit with him to eat. It didn’t escape either of them that she would be sitting on her bare blistered ass. Sal didn’t mention it, but took delight in watching her try to delicately lower herself onto the chair. Gerty for her part decided she was going to do whatever Sal wanted in order to escape more punishment. Sooner or later he would tire of this game and she would be able to work her old tricks. Then she would have things the way she wanted them again. It was just a matter of having patience and waiting Sal out.

 

So after a tense but quiet dinner Gerty did all the dishes and pans by hands just as Sal told her to. They had a dishwasher of course, but Sal still made Gerty wash the dishes by hand. He told her that her hands were too soft. The soap and hot water would toughen them up. Gerty didn’t like that idea, but did as she was told. She washed the pots and pans and dishes and glasses as carefully as she could. She tried to be thorough so Sal could find no fault and make her do it again. When she finished the kitchen was spotless.

 

Sal watched it rain through the living room window and drank his single malt scotch while she did this. He only checked up on her a few times and never found her goofing off or slacking because she wasn’t. She even mopped the kitchen floor to a spic and span shine which was something she had never done before. Seemingly satisfied with her work Sal invited her to come join him in the living room when she was finished.

 

Still uncertain whether or not a punishment was forthcoming Gerty entered the living room contritely. She still had her skirt pinned up; her panties pulled down and was still missing one shoe. Sal noticed this and had to stifle a little laugh. He called her to come over to where he sat on the easy chair. In doing so she came to stand within arms reach and feared another spanking from Sal. This feeling was only reinforced when he reached around and grabbed her panties. This time though he pulled them up and then unpinned her skirt so it fell back to where it normally hung. It was a bit wrinkled but still in far better shape then her poor ass. He inspected her for a moment and she stood before him nervously.

 

Abruptly he pointedly asked her where her shoe was. She looked down at her one bare foot in nothing but its white sock. Almost of its own volition it seemed to try and hide behind her other foot. She said she must have lost it when they were outside. Sal asked if she meant when he had been disciplining her for disobeying him like a naughty little girl. She said that was the case. Not satisfied Sal made her say it. Choking on her shame Gerty did as Sal commanded. She said she had lost her shoe when Sal had been forced to discipline her for disobeying him like a naughty little girl.

 

Sal then told her she would have to go get her shoe. She couldn’t just walk around with one shoe. Gerty nodded and turned to head outside to find her lost shoe. Sal however stopped her before she got two paces. She had no idea what he wanted now, but turned to face him and find out. He told her that it was raining outside and even pointed out the window. Gerty said she understood that. Sal however said he didn’t think she did. He explained that as it was raining outside she would get wet if she went outside. He knew she didn’t want her new clothes wet after all not did she? Gerty knew the answer he wanted to hear and gave it to him. She said she absolutely did not want to get her new clothes wet. Sal said he was glad she understood and told her to remove her skirt and blouse. Reluctantly she did so. Sal took the terrible outfit and placed it carefully on the coffee table. He said it would be here for here when she returned with her shoe. Aghast at what Sal seemed to be suggesting Gerty just stood there. Only a slap across her tender buttocks got her moving again.

 

When she was outside and alone on the front porch in her Gerty paused again. She couldn’t believe what was happening. Did Sal really want her to run around outside in her underwear? It certainly seemed so. Despite this she still mulled it over for a few moments. Finally though she went ahead and did as she was told. Still raining hard she noted she decided to take off her remaining shoe and her socks and go barefoot. This done she crept quickly down the porch steps and ran across the lawn looking for her shoe. She didn’t really know where it had gone like Sal who saw where it had landed did. So she scoured the tall grass for her lost footwear. Several times cars went by and she hurried and hid. Once she hid behind a bush and once between the trash cans. She couldn’t be seen like this she declared.

 

So between the rain and the interruptions in her search it took a good ten minutes for her to find the shoe. It was stuck in one of the bushes closest to the porch. She was already soaked as she crossed the flower beds to get to the bush. It certainly didn’t improve her mood any when she slipped in the squishy mud and fell hard into the flower bed. Lying on her back in the flowerbed she couldn’t help but laugh in frustration. The whole situation was ludicrous. When she struggled back to her feet and finally recovered her errant shoe from the bush she surveyed the damage. She had crushed quite a few flowers, but more importantly she had landed in the mud. Her whole backside and upper thighs were covered in the thick mud.

 

Cursing she began to stomp back to the house when she was frozen with terror as she heard someone call her name from the street. Peeking over her shoulder she saw it was another of her neighbors, Rosie. She was a tall buxom redhead who carried only a few extra pounds despite being a couple years Gerty’s senior. She was good looking in what Gerty considered a very common sort of way. She always wore nice dresses that nevertheless showcased her very eye pleasing figure and was never seen without perfectly styled hair, heels and stockings. She was the so-called neighborhood hottie. At least she had been before Annabelle had moved into the area and stolen the secret desires and looks of all the neighborhood men. Stealing the title of hottie from Rosie had been amusing to Annabelle. She enjoyed the attention and hadn’t even really made much of a secret of it. Rosie worked as a hairdresser out of a little shop attached to her home which explained why she was home in the middle of the day.

 

Because of all this Gerty couldn’t face Rosie looking as she did now. She had just had a horrendous makeover, endured several spankings and was wearing nothing but her mud spattered underwear. Worse still she looked nearly flat-chested in the unflattering bra Sal had made her wear. She hated to admit it but she had never really been that big up top. With a proper padded pushup bra and the right clothes no one ever noticed and generally thought she was more then well proportioned. She didn’t want Rosie to see how plainly underdeveloped Gerty was compared to herself. What were her choices though? She was still trying to decide what to do when Rosie came up her sidewalk to her. Lacking any other options she tried to scurry back inside and pretend she hadn’t seen her. She could deny the whole event later and tell Rosie she must have seen someone else.

 

Running on the slick grass proved a problem though. Her delicate foot somehow landed on a sharp acorn startling her and Gerty again fall to the ground. This time she fell nearly on her face. Rosie helped her up, the whole time chuckling. The tall redhead towered over her even more then Rita at the store had. Rosie couldn’t believe that this sad rain drenched dirty underwear wearing woman was her once beautiful rival. Her latest tumble had dirtied the front of Gerty’s soaked bra and briefs as well as given her skinned knees. Rosie looked lovely as always with her long red hair and perfect makeup. She was prepared for the rain as well unlike Gerty and wore a long coat and carried an umbrella.

 

Sounding concerned Rosie asked her what was going on? Why was she outside in the rain, barefoot and in her underwear? Gerty couldn’t tell her the truth. Sal would kill her if she told Rosie what was going on. So she told Rosie just that she had come outside without thinking and now she had to go. Before she went though Rosie commented on her new look. She said she understood that natural was in, but told Gerty not to take it so far. She could be rather attractive if she wore something nice and did something with her face and hair she said. Infuriated Gerty didn’t even reply. She just stalked off back toward the house with Rosie’s laughter reverberating in her ears.

 

Sal was waiting for her in the foyer when she entered the house. He looked disapprovingly at her and told her to hurry into the bathroom. She should take a hot shower and get out of the wet underwear she had ruined playing in the mud. He would bring her some fresh clothes. Nodding contritely Gerty did as she was told and scampered off to the bathroom. She ran a nice hot shower. Under the streams of high pressure water she began to relax for the first time that day. She didn’t even hear Sal come in with her clothes. She was too intoxicated by the sweet motion of the water against her nude body. Already overheated by Sal’s frustrating teasing earlier and more perversely by the whole spanking and stripping she couldn’t resist sliding her hand down her firm belly and between her legs.

 

Then the water suddenly turned bitterly cold. She was shocked back to reality and leapt from the freezing shower. She cursed Sal. The water only turned cold like that when someone turned on the dishwasher. What was he washing anyway, his scotch glass? Gerty had washed everything else. Teeth still chattering and holding her arms around herself for warmth she then looked for a towel.

 

Gerty then tried to do something with her hair, but the bowl cut she had received at the salon didn’t really give her a lot of styling options. There wasn’t much she could do with her high straight bangs and short, now dull brown hair. She found a package of hair dye hidden under the sink. She used it for touch ups occasionally. She considered for a moment dying her hair back to the blonde it had been that morning. Then at least she wouldn’t look so pale and washed out. She would look more like she had before. Unfortunately with Sal acting the way he was she was certain she would be punished quite severely for doing such a thing. He would probably make her march right back down to the horrid little salon that had butchered her hair in the first place and beg them to dye it mousey blonde again. This on top of whatever other sadistic punishment he came up with. She decided neither she nor her hair could take any of that right now and stashed the package of dye back where she found it. Then sighing heavily to herself she styled her hideous head of hair exactly as the hairdresser at the salon had and slipped on the horrid black framed eyeglasses Sal was making her wear. She couldn’t believe Sal was doing all this to her.

 

She then noted the clothes her bastard of a husband had brought her. She had expected what she found but was still displeased with it. Sal had brought her another of the outfits they had purchased that morning. This one was the green dress with purple appliqué. With it of course was another plain white bra, matching panties and ankle socks. Dutifully she put the ugly ensemble on and tried not to look too often at her displeasing reflection in the bathroom mirror.

 

Dressed Gerty left the bathroom to rejoin Sal in the living room. He barely seemed to notice her. He just motioned for her to join him on the sofa. He was watching television. She did as he commanded silently and sat rather stiffly by him. It was hard to relax when he was in one of these moods she found. She had to be on constant guard. It was all for naught though. Nothing more happened that night. They watched TV until eleven and then went to bed. Gerty slept in the one nightgown Sal hadn’t given away. It was a plain cotton long sleeved number that came down to her calves. It was a miserable night of perfunctory sex for Gerty and then silence until morning.

 

Going into hiding

Part 3

By Tcheser

 

Gerty was awoken abruptly at six again the next morning and pushed out of bed. Once again she was told by Sal to make breakfast. This time she didn’t argue and did her best to please him. She made frozen waffles with butter and maple syrup and about a pound of bacon. Sal informed her that they had a waffle maker and next time it would be used. Gerty didn’t even know they had a waffle maker or where it was, let alone know how to make waffles from scratch. Sal then added that she had made far too much bacon. He appreciated her efforts and all, but as she apparently didn’t know these things he felt obliged to tell her when she made a mistake. Otherwise she might never learn the correct way of doing things. Gerty nodded that she understood, but said nothing. Sal then made polite conversation while they ate giving her no further clues as to how the day was to proceed. It was torture for poor nervous Gerty. As they were finishing up though she caught a break.

 

The phone rang.

 

Sal went and answered it and from what Gerty could overhear it sounded like it was Sal’s FBI handler, Joe Martell. She couldn’t stand the guy. He was very stodgy and always seemed to be looking at her like he thought she was a tramp. She continued to listen as she cleared the breakfast dishes. Then she carefully picked up the extension in the kitchen so she could hear both sides of the conversation. She smiled when she heard that the Joe needed Sal to come into their branch office today. The branch office was two towns away. Sal would be gone at the very least most of the day. Sal agreed of course and the agent said he would pick him up in a couple hours.

 

So for the next two hours Gerty anxiously awaited Sal’s departure. He hadn’t mentioned anything about his eminent meeting with the FBI to her so she couldn’t let on that she knew. In the meantime he directed her in cleaning the house. He painstakingly wrote out a chore list for her to follow. He had to watch her though as he found Gerty didn’t even know the difference between cleanser and soap. This was a job the maid, Maria or Maribel or something, usually did so Gerty never had to. From what Sal said the maid would soon be unemployed though. Gerty was to do all the household chores from now on. When the maid arrived the next morning Sal was going to break the news to her.

 

Finally there was a honk. Sal peeked out the window and confirmed it was the FBI agent here to pick him up. It appeared to be so he prepared to leave. Before doing so though he warned Gerty. He told her to do her chores as marked on the list he made for her or she would be in big trouble. Then he left the house and Gerty was alone. She made sure the FBI car was fading in the distance before she moved into action though.

 

She had been waiting for an opportunity like this and already knew what she was going to do. She was going to show Sal that he could boss her and cajole her, but she wouldn’t be his slave. She called a cab and prepared to go out. She couldn’t stand to go out the way she was dressed though. Fortunately she had a little stash Sal didn’t know about. Going into the garage she pulled out the shopping bags she had stashed behind the workbench a few days ago. She had purchased a new outfit from an expensive store after Sal had told her not to buy any new clothes. So she had been forced to hide it until he cooled down. That plan didn’t really work, but at least he had been unaware of it when he gave away all her other clothes.

 

Bringing the bags into her bedroom she quickly pulled off her nightshirt and socks. Then standing before her floor length mirror she began to dress in the decadent new outfit; a short white designer skirt and a matching jacket with silk stockings and sexy heels. Her hair was a mess, but it looked somewhat decent when she slicked it all back with styling gel and made her face up glamorously. She found her emergency spare set of contact lenses, popped them in looking instantly better she thought. She then took the pair of eyeglasses she had been given at the DMV and threw them on the ground so she could crush them with her heel. The sound of the glass breaking was very satisfying. That done she found her purse and went out to meet her taxi finally feeling like herself again.

 

She was going the finest restaurant in town to meet with one of her oldest and dearest friends, Genevieve DuPont, the wife of a very wealthy industrialist. She had called her friend just days earlier and had been surprised to find out she was currently staying at a fancy health spa only a few hours away from where the FBI had stranded Gerty. She was a gorgeous woman with elegantly coiffed dark hair. She wore only the finest French designs and fragrances. Her long black dress had a high slit up one side and she wore strappy black heels that were straight from Paris. Thousands of dollars of jewelry graced her ears, neck and wrists. She was pleased to see Annabelle, but couldn’t help but make a least one catty remark about her friends new hairdo. Over fine French fusion cuisine Annabelle then told her how horrible Sal had been. Genevieve was naturally very sympathetic. She couldn’t imagine a man taking charge like Sal had. In her social circle it was unheard of. She agreed to help Annabelle in any way she could. Genevieve said she would let Annabelle stay with her until she could get a divorce or whatever.

 

She then put the expensive lunch on her husbands AMEX black card and they then decided to go back to the safe house. Annabelle needed to get a few things from there before leaving town with Genevieve. Slipping inside she worked as fast as she could. At first she did at least. Then feeling cocky and a bit vindictive she stopped to play some pranks on Sal. She stole all his petty cash, ripped the breast pockets on all his suits, smoked his cigars and drank his favorite cognac with Genevieve.

 

They were still there laughing, drinking and smoking on the sofa together when Sal walked into the room a couple hours later. Sal demanded to know what was going on. At first the two women were stunned into silence. Then Annabelle gathered up her courage. Most of this of course came from the cognac though of course, so her next words were ill chosen. She stood on somewhat unsteady feet and told Sal she wasn’t going to let him treat her like he had been anymore. She said he was a bully and an asshole and worse. Sal for his part just stood there and listened.

 

When she was finished venting and cursing at Sal she went silent and just fumed. Sal then turned to Genevieve. He asked her what her part in this was. She stood boldly and told him how his wife had come to her for help and she had agreed to give it. She thought what he had done was horrible and she wouldn’t stand for it. She was going to help Annabelle see to it that Sal paid for what he did.

 

Sal nodded and then told them how it was going to be. He had come home some time ago and found them drunk on the couch with his cigars and smokes. He investigated a little around the house and noticed all they had done. He was displeased. So he went back out quietly the way he had come. He had some things to do. While he was out he also called Genevieve’s husband. At hearing this Genevieve visibly blanched. Sal continued and told her how her husband, Armin, couldn’t believe how she had behaved. Encouraging an errant wife to try and leave her loving husband, stealing from him and vandalizing his possessions were all things he didn’t approve of. Suddenly nervous Genevieve demanded to know what else her husband had said. Sal smirked and stepped closer to Genevieve. She was tall for a woman, but was still dwarfed by his great height. He told her Armin had given him permission, nay begged, Sal to deal with her as he saw fit. She wasn’t welcome at home until as Armin put it “She has been straightened out.”

 

Genevieve couldn’t believe her ears and refused to believe her husband had said that. She had him wrapped around her little finger. He would never let a brute like Sal lay a hand on her. She turned to get her cell from her purse so she could confirm. She found the service had been disconnected though. Sal told her there was no point in calling her husband anyway. He had said just what Sal had told her almost word for word. As much as she wanted to call Sal a liar and spit in his face deep down Genevieve knew this to be true. Sal would never lie about something like that. He could be killed over something like that. Still she was Genevieve DuPont! Who did Sal think he was? She spat in his face, called him a pig and smiled victoriously.

 

Sal said nothing immedietly he just wiped off the spit and then to Genevieve’s horror, and that of Annabelle who was looking on, pulled her by slender wrist over to a high backed armless chair with him. Then once sitting Sal grabbed her skirt at the hem and tore it in two starting from the high slit already in it. He tossed the torn and ruined garment away revealing an almost nude Genevieve. All she had on now was a flimsy black thong and heels. She hadn’t been wearing a bra. Her pale skin blushed red with embarrassment and anger. She tried again to get away and called for Annabelle to help her. Her friend however was too terrified. The confidence the alcohol had instilled in her was fleeing her quickly. She just stood there watching petrified. Getting no help from Annabelle, Sal had no trouble dragging Genevieve back to the chair. There he removed her diamond earrings and necklace. He said she didn’t deserve such things and would give them to someone more worthy.

 

She wasn’t beaten yet though and was just about to make another break for it when Sal threw her over his lap. He pinned her arms, one under her and one behind her and once this was done she was helpless. Then agonizingly slow her black thong panties were drawn down her long shapely legs until they rested around her ankles. She had just long enough realize how exposed she was before the spanking began. For this Sal didn’t hold back. Genevieve was even more spoiled, arrogant and selfish then Annabelle. She had been born rich and married even richer. Such a sheltered existence had spawned one of the coldest, most spiteful and useless creatures Sal had ever seen. She was a real pit viper.

 

So he began her punishment with a good fifteen minute spanking. He alternated hands when needed and cheeks when he felt like it. The whole time he admonished her for sticking her nose where it didn’t belong and for generally being a miserable useless thing. Her ass reddened quickly and soon began to turn crimson. Halfway though she began crying and blubbering like a fool. Her tears made her makeup run and it all mixed with her snot and dripped off her chin onto the carpet. Genevieve had never been spanked before in her life and found the experience as excruciating as it was humiliating.

 

When Sal was finally finished with her he pushed her off his lap and she fell in a crumpled mess on the floor. He then told her to get up and stand in the corner. Still bawling she stood and tried to do as he said. Her heels had come off as well so she now stood barefoot. Her panties being at her ankles made it difficult so she went to pull them up. Sal told her not to and slapped her already ruined ass again making her jump. Seeing that she had to leave her panties where they were she had to half stumble and half hop to get to the corner. She nearly fell several times, but finally made it to her relief.

 

Sal next turned his attention to his wife. She had been disciplined just like Genevieve several times already. She was quite stubborn, more stubborn then he had suspected, but that just made it all the more fun. He started off nice though. He called Gerty over to him and complimented her on her new outfit. This unnerved her quite a bit. Then he had her sit on his knee and explain her thinking. She started slowly but soon was telling him everything she had done that day and why. She began to think he wanted to settle things reasonably. Then it all fell apart suddenly. He turned everything she had done around on her as the childish antics of a spoiled brat. Not only had she been disobedient she had actually endangered them by meeting with Genevieve. They were supposed to be in the Federal Witness Protection Program after all. She apologized rapidly and profusely.

 

Sal said this was noted, but misbehavior bears consequences. He told her that since she chose to disobey him and act like an idiotic and spoiled child, then there was only one punishment appropriate for her. She was already sniffling and crying and he had yet to do anything to her he noticed. Without another word, he pulled her new skirt down her legs and off and handed it to her. She wore no panties. He told her to wipe her eyes and blow her nose. She was hesitant, but she could tell by looking at his patient steady gaze that he wasn’t joking. So reluctantly she did as she was told and blew her nose on her beautiful new skirt. When she was done he grabbed her and pulled her face first over his knees again.

 

Gerty couldn’t stand to be in this situation again after being so close to escape. She kicked and tried to free herself to no avail. She found her battle with her tears was getting harder. She could not believe this! It wasn’t fair! Spanked again?!? Not if she could help it!

 

Sal told her she could struggle all she wanted. It wouldn’t change a thing. He patted her bottom gently for a moment, almost as if to reassure her, then lifted his hand and brought it down hard on her bottom---his hand was large and nearly covered it entirely. Gerty gasped and cried out. She begged Sal not to strike her again. Sal ignored her completely though and proceeded to soundly spank her wobbling bottom. Gerty struggled as best she could to avoid the blows, but it did no good. There was no escape from Sal’s stinging hand. The pain was intense and soon she began to cry even harder then she had been as her bottom was still very tender from the spanking she had received earlier. She begged frantically between her sobs for her husband to stop, to have mercy.

 

And he did stop for a moment. He rubbed her back soothingly for a second before speaking. He asked her why she thought she was being punished.  Gerty sobbed for a moment, her delicate shoulders heaving. Then told him she was being punished for leaving the house. Sal wasn’t satisfied with that and urged her to answer fully. When she didn’t right away he landed a particularly hard smack on her bottom. Gerty jumped and howled at the impact. She answered though. She told him she was being punished because she snuck out with Genevieve and was planning to leave him and had stolen and vandalized his belongings.

 

Sal told her that was correct and told her she had another 100 spanks coming for it. She nodded and then moaned as he began spanking her again. The majority of the stinging blows all seemed to be landing in relatively the same spot she noticed and mentally cursed her husband. Sal wasn’t quite certain that Gerty was learning, but he was sure she would think of this moment the next time she considered acting up again. When he finally finished her lovely bottom was two shades darker then Genevieve’s crimson blotched derriere.

 

Then he rubbed her backside in slow steady circles driving her mad with conflicting emotions. Her tiny bottom hurt so very badly. She sobbed and sobbed. What a rotten day she had had. She had not been able to spend all the time out that she had wanted, she hadn’t gotten away and she had received another spanking! In the last few days she had received more spankings then she had in the rest of her whole life. Damn this high handed man! She moaned again, trying to reach back and rub her sore bottom, so embarrassed that she was in this position again. Sal wouldn’t let her rub her bottom though.

 

Sal made her get up and go stand in the corner. A different corner from her little girlfriend he added. She obeyed quickly, anything to get away from his stinging hand. He told them not to move or they would be very sorry and then left them alone to stew in their own anguish for a bit. Neither one of them moved an inch from where he left them.

 

Sal didn’t mention their obedience though when he returned a few minutes later. He was still in punishment mode and with him was Rosie, their neighbor and until recently Gerty’s only real competition for local hottie. Gerty, despite having just been spanked again for her attitude and behavior demanded to know why Rosie was there. She couldn’t bear to be seen by her rival standing in the corner with fresh tears in her eyes, half naked with her bare red ass on display. Sal hushed her quickly though by taking off his black leather belt and asking her if she wanted to see how it felt on her naughty behind.

 

Rosie for her part seemed rather amused by the sight of the two formerly glamorous and aloof women standing in the corners after having obviously just being spanked. She had always suspected there wasn’t much under all the fancy clothes, makeup and haughty attitude. Now seeing Gerty and Genevieve stripped of these affectations she saw that she had been right. They looked like little more then skinny little teenage brats fresh from receiving a spanking from their Pa. She kept these observations and feelings to herself though and followed Sal’s lead.

 

He told the women they were taking a short trip. He told them to get dressed and to hurry. He was in no mood to wait. Worried about where they were going but pleased that they could get dressed Gerty and Genevieve left their respective corners and went to pick up their cast off clothing. Sal stopped them though and grabbed the clothes from their hands. He told them he was going to keep the garments they had worn that day as a further penalty for their bad behavior. Then he made them strip off whatever they were still wearing and give it to him. Only once this was done did Sal dismiss them to go to Gerty’s room and put something decent on.

 

Gerty of course no longer had a closet full of beautiful clothes to wear. Sal had taken care of that when he boxed them up and gave them all away to be sold at the church. Now Gerty had all of three dresses left and all of them were hideous. Sal had purchased them for her at a terrible little dress shop just to torture his vain wife. She had already worn two of the dresses and they were now in the hamper. She dug out the awful dress she had worn the day before and gave Genevieve the dreadful denim frock with the stupid lace collar. Cursing they both dressed quickly and it was a good thing as Sal only gave them a few minutes before he came to the bedroom and dragged them out. They both looked horrible and Genevieve didn’t even have any shoes to wear.

 

Then Sal and Rosie led Gerty and Genevieve across the street to Rosie’s house. Both women were confused as to why they were there. What part was Rosie to play in all of this? Her home though was more or less what Gerty expected. Lower middle class and a very common. She certainly didn’t have Gerty’s sophisticated tastes and posh sensibilities. Sal told her it was a nice place though and even complimented her on a few decorations. Gerty wasn’t sure if he was for real or not. To her Rosie’s things looked like she must have found them at a garage sale. She had Furniture that didn’t look like it was even made this century.

 

They didn’t stay there long though. Rosie led them through the living room into the kitchen and through a door that led to her work area. Her hairdressing salon. Gerty didn’t like where this was going and she and Genevieve shared a concerned look. Then Genevieve tried to bolt out of the room. She ran into Sal though who grabbed her and sat her down in one of the salon chairs. He told her if she tried that again he would have Rosie shave her bald. Mortified at the very thought she remained very still after that. She did however ask what Sal and Rosie were up to. As Rosie put a smock around her Sal was happy enough to explain.

 

            He told her that she was just like Gerty, if not worse. She was spoiled, selfish, and elitist. And just like Gerty she wasn’t going to get away with it. Not on his watch. He could think of nothing at the moment he would rather do then put her in her place. Teach her the error of her ways. So he was going to make her look like one of the women she so looked down on. One of the women who might not look like a fashion model because she’s too busy taking care of her family, working or volunteering for a cause that needs her. A woman of substance, unlike the superficial flake she was.

 

Genevieve gave Sal a look of such ire at that point Sal couldn’t help but laugh. Then he gave Rosie a smile and told her to make Genevieve presentable just as they had discussed. She returned his smile and went to work humming a cheerful country tune that stabbed at Genevieve’s nerves. Genevieve asked what was going on. What were they going to do to her lovely hair? Rosie just said that she would see when they were done.

 

            Sal just sat down in one of the waiting chairs next to Gerty and pretended to read a magazine. Gerty tried not to watch what she was certain was to be a mutilation, but couldn’t help it. Rosie was giving Genevieve a haircut and an undesired one at that. It was clear the hairdresser enjoyed giving it to her as well. The same however couldn’t be said for the woman sitting in terrified in the salon chair. Gerty saw her friend cringe when Rosie’s shears came toward her head. She let out a little wail when Rosie made the first cut and every time after that when the shears cut away another lock of her gorgeous pampered hair. Rosie didn’t seem to notice or perhaps didn’t care how Genevieve felt. Gerty imagined Rosie might actually be enjoying the whole process and that made her hate the woman all the more. Fresh tears rolled down her friend’s cheeks when her once long lustrous hair was finally all cut away. She could see the beautiful hair laying all around her and in the mirror the horrible reflection of what she was left with. Rosie had cut off almost all her hair. It was only about two inches long now and the same length all over.

 

            She only got to mourn her hair for a short time though. Before Genevieve knew it Rosie led her over to a sink, forced her to lay her head back and gently but forcefully washed her hair. Seeing all her smeared and running makeup Rosie quickly washed Genevieve’s face off as well. She said she looked much sweeter without all that stuff anyway. Gerty couldn’t help but scoff at that notion. She could only believe that if sweeter and plainer meant the same thing.

 

Genevieve was then led back to her salon chair and Rosie went at her hair again. His time however she wasn’t cutting or trimming. This time she brought out some very foul smelling solution and a bowl of pink and green rollers and proceeded to give the fancy lady from New York a very down home perm. Genevieve was naturally horrified. She had never had or wanted a perm. Her hair was lustrous and thick. She didn’t want those chemicals in messing with it. Unfortunately there was nothing she could do about it. Rosie was giving her a perm and Sal was sitting right across from them insuring that it would indeed be given. So her hair was permed with the multitude of little pink and green rollers despite her wishes. Impotent she just fixed her eyes on the floor and tried not to watch.

 

When Rosie was done she whisked the smock off Genevieve and pulled her quickly out of the chair so she could brush off any stray hairs. To Genevieve it felt like she had no hair left. Like she was bald or something, but she did still have hair. She just didn’t have much of it and it was all tightly curled around her head. This style made her look a least a decade older. Only women in their golden years wore their hair like that after all. She certainly didn’t look like she should be on a fashion runway now. After having her long hair decimated and permed, having her makeup all washed off and made to wear a frumpy nearly shapeless denim housedress she looked more like an old spinster librarian. It was a shock that left Genevieve speechless and staring at herself in the mirror almost catatonically.

 

Sal looked at her and said it was a good start. She looked more like a decent woman now, but he knew she still wasn’t. It was going to take a lot of hard work for them to turn the corner and even more to get themselves back in his good graces after their shameful display that day. He said it was evident that Gerty and Jenny (Formerly Genevieve) had far too much free time on their hands. That however was going to change. He was going to make sure of that. Tomorrow would be a busy day he said and with that he said good evening to Rosie and led the two former beauties back to the FBI provided safe house. Gerty and Jenny walked across the street slowly, their minds on the future. Neither of them liked what they had heard one bit and were terrified of what they were to find the following morning.

 

(To be continued. Maybe.)