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.
Annabelle now 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 fashioned 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 clothes-horse 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 than 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 drunken 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 she 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 arm's 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 than her poor ass. He inspected her for a moment and she stood before him nervously.
Abruptly he then 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 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 underwear Gerty however 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 these 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 than 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. Seeing it happen, Rosie hurried over and 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 and wore a long coat and carried an umbrella, unlike Gerty.
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.
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.
Annabelle now 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 fashioned 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 clothes-horse 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 than 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 drunken 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 she 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 arm's 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 than her poor ass. He inspected her for a moment and she stood before him nervously.
Abruptly he then 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 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 underwear Gerty however 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 these 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 than 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. Seeing it happen, Rosie hurried over and 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 and wore a long coat and carried an umbrella, unlike Gerty.
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.
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