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. Luckily as they were finishing up breakfast 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 imminent 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 to 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. Tens of 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 husband's 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 of 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 immediately 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 so she could 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 than 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 Ginny (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.
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. Luckily as they were finishing up breakfast 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 imminent 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 to 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. Tens of 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 husband's 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 of 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 immediately 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 so she could 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 than 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 Ginny (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.
2 comments:
Will there be a part 4 ? I was really enjoying reading the story parts 1 - 3 and hope there will be a part 4. You are amazing with your stories.
I don't usually write continuations to stories this old, but I have in the past, so who knows.
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