by PJ Manners
The officer turned to the woman walking across the street. "I have him for an open container, Mrs. Henderson. I originally stopped him for failure to yield. I wouldn't be able to turn the other cheek if I had another deputy riding with me. I'm sure you understand."
Gail Henderson nodded. Walking behind her was her daughter, Layne. In the car was Layne's husband, Rick Travis. They had been married five months, and already Rick was starting to pick up his old bad habits. Drinking being one of them, and impromptu gambling was another. He made bets on anything and, although they lived with Layne's parents, he would lose money neither he nor Layne could afford to lose.
"As an attorney, I know you don't like having to turn the other cheek, Ed. I really appreciate the break though. I'll have Layne drive his car home. Ricky, you're going to ride with me, and I want to have a word with you alone."
Rick puffed out his cheeks as he exhaled. "All right, Mom."
He was annoyed at times that she always called him Ricky, but knew better than to start an argument. Layne would often take her side, but he understood that more than half the time she was in the right.
Gail worked as an attorney and a partner with her husband's law firm. Morgan-Gail & Associates was probably the best in three counties. Gail was shrewd and very competent in the courtroom. She made it clear with her clients from the moment she was on a case she would not tolerate lies and half-truths. She was able to get as many innocent clients acquitted as she was able to get put away.
The officer explained to Gail that if he hadn't pulled him over for failure to yield, someone else might have. At that point with another deputy, it would have been a totally different story, especially with an open container and a DUI involved. He knew the vehicle and he knew Rick, which was pretty embarrassing to both Layne and her mother. Rick stepped out of the car more embarrassed than anything. In the past month he had spent more money on betting the races and other state lotteries than shopping with Layne.
Layne stepped in front of him. "I can't believe you, Rick. You said you were through with all this crap. How are we going to make a go of our marriage if you continue doing this? When the hell are you going to grow up?"
"I'm sorry, babe. This is the last time. This time I mean it. No more drinking and no more gambling."
"I love you, Rick, but I won't put up with this too much longer. I want to have a happy marriage, and not one where either one of us has to worry whether the other is going to get home alive. Get in the car and wait for Mom. I'll follow behind. Don't argue with her either. You already know you won't win."
Gail thanked the officer and made her way to the car. After looking around carefully, she made a U-turn. Layne immediately followed behind. Gail took a quick look at Rick, who was looking down into his lap like a scolded schoolboy.
"Your father-in-law is building a beautiful home for the both of you. You won't have any mortgage to worry about. You're one of the lucky ones, Ricky. I doubt you realize that by the way you act."
Rick nodded. "I'm sorry, Mom. I really am. I should have left earlier."
"No, you should have come straight home, that's what you should have done. I swear Ricky; you act just like a kid sometimes. Someone has to follow behind you to make sure you don't get into any trouble. Let me tell you something. Layne may be your wife, but she's still my daughter. I will not see her unhappy. Do you understand me?"
"Yes, Mom."
Rick studied her face for a moment. He could see she was thinking about something, and that usually meant whatever it was would be done without giving her any grief.
"You're twenty-four years old, Ricky. However, I'm going to set down some rules for you to follow. You live in my home. You are a guest in my home. Whatever you and Layne have, your father-in-law and I pay for. I'm going to get you into the community college for their photography classes. I know you enjoy using your camera and taking pictures. You're good at it, too. It will take a few years of dedication, but it will be well worth it. I will have the builders put in a darkroom for you. You can set up your own equipment and do whatever assignments you have to do. I will do this if you plan on following the rules I lay down for both of you, but especially for you."
"What about my job?"
Gail glanced at him again. "Managing a restaurant takes a lot of work, and they're really not paying you for all the work you do. Layne has a good job in the firm, and she can take up the slack along with my help and Dad's help. I don't mind doing this if you stick to it. If you don't and you goof this up, I will talk Layne into an annulment. I don't like sounding like a bitch, but there is that side of me when it comes to my family."
"You're really angry with me. Do you actually like me anymore? Did you ever?"
"Don't be a smart ass, Ricky. You know I do, but your slovenly way of life is going to stop as of this moment. As a matter of fact, I want to see you in the study when we get back to the house. Since I'm your second mother, I think I should start treating you like you were actually my son. If my son was old enough to do what you just did, he would be sporting a blistered ass when I got him home. Consider yourself that son, Ricky."
"What? Mom! I'm not a child. I appreciate what you want to do, but I'm not going to let you-"
"Then pack your bags, because you're going on a trip, Ricky... all by yourself. I'll have a chat with your folks and tell them they may have a little boy moving back in."
"No! Mom, wait! I mean, I won't do this kind of thing again. I just have a feeling you meant you were going to punish me when you mentioned a blistered ass."
"That's exactly what I meant. Layne is quite pissed at you right now. So am I, and so is your father-in-law. He's already made threats about finishing the home and then putting it on the market. I want to see you alone in the study, Ricky. I want you in one of the corners waiting for me, just like the naughty little boy you act like."
Rick's mouth dropped open. "The corner? Mom, come on! Please! I'm not a kid. Can't we discuss something else instead?"
"Yes, we can. We can discuss you finding another place to live and another wife. I have had enough, and Morgan has had enough of your foolishness. Yes, Ricky, just like a little kid. I want to see your tie, shoes, shirt, and trousers off when I get there. Your T-shirt, underwear, and socks should be the only items you will be wearing. I was relaxing at home with my family until I had to drive out to pick your sorry ass up. I'm going to give you something you're not going to soon forget, young man."
Rick suddenly found it hard to swallow, let alone speak. His mother-in-law was an attractive woman in her early forties. He knew that she and Morgan were married at an early age, but they were helped along by Morgan's parents just as he and Layne are.
"Mom, please. Give me another chance. This is so embarrassing. I mean, getting a spanking from my mother-in-law at my age. Well, at any age. Layne will think I'm some kind of a wimp or something."
Gail looked over at him once again. "She already thinks you’re hopeless, Ricky. As far as being a wimp, she already knows what I plan on doing to you when I get you home. We had a nice conversation coming over here. Her ass isn't in the safety zone either. If your father-in-law and I are going to help both of you along, you're both going to follow a few rules. I don't think that's too much to ask. As I said earlier, you can back out, but you'll be backing right out the front door. If Layne wants to follow you, so be it. I'm a hard ass, Ricky, I have to be."
Layne waited until her mother parked the car before pulling up into the driveway behind her. Melissa, her sixteen-year-old, and Gary, her seven-year-old, were both looking out the window. They came to stand in the doorway when everyone stepped out of the cars.
Gail looked back at Rick when he entered the house. "In the study, Ricky. Remember what I said. I won't be far behind you, believe me."
Melissa looked Rick in the eye and saw his face turn three shades of red. Being told to go to the study, and being told to go to their bedrooms before bedtime only meant one thing. She caught her sister's eye and shrugged. Layne shook her head. Melissa could see that she'd been crying and was not in the mood for questions.
"What's Mom want Rick in the study for, Missy?" Gary asked.
"I wish I could be a fly on the wall, Gary."
"Why? You'd get squished with a swatter."
Melissa grinned. "Never mind."
Rick stood in the center of the room for a few minutes. His brain was numb. Am I really going to do this? He thought. He loved Layne with all his heart. He knew he had bad habits to kick, but it was other people who talked him into this kind of shit. Why the hell did you get married? They would ask. Maybe it was time he thought about who hung around. His friends were actually good people. At that moment he finally realized it was just somebody else to blame. Maybe school wasn't a bad idea after all.
He finally put it all down to doing what he was told. He laid his tie over the seat of the chair, and his shirt he hung draped down the back. After slipping off his shoes, he removed his pants and folded them neatly on the seat. Clad only in his T-shirt, underwear, and socks, he went to the nearest corner and waited. He was hoping Melissa didn't come into the room to see this. How would he face her ever again?
The house had two living rooms. Melissa sat in the one farther back. It was closer to the study. She made herself look busy as her mother passed by. She almost always did her homework in her room, but this time curiosity got the best of her. She could have sworn she saw her mother give her a sly grin.
"You're going to listen, aren't you?" Gary asked.
She put her finger to her lips. "Shhhh! Why are you here then?" she whispered.
"Cause I'm nosy. I think Rick's going to get a lickin'."
Gail stood behind Rick and folded her arms. "I appreciate you following my orders, which I might add, was very wise of you."
She went to the desk drawer and pulled out a paddle similar to a large non-bristled hairbrush. She then turned the large chair around that was stationed at the entertainment center where the computer, TV, and stereo system were located.
"Come here, Ricky."
Rick turned and walked slowly to her. "Mom, please. I swear I'll never do anything again like I did tonight. Please, Mom. I'm so sorry and so embarrassed."
"Do you think for one second Layne and I weren't? That officer knew your vehicle and, he knew you, Ricky. I guess you've made quite a name for yourself around these parts, don't you think? It's like being the court jester, or the town drunk. I won't have it. Not in my family. Do you understand me?"
"Yes, Mom."
"Bend over my lap and don't let me hear another word. You've had this coming for a long time. It's something your own parents should have taken steps to do. I think maybe it's something Layne should start doing as well."
"Oh, Mom! Please! Not over your knee. Please, Mom. It's so juvenile."
"Exactly the way you act. Did you ever notice that I call you Ricky? Did you ever wonder why? If you were to grow up a little then I might start calling you Richard or Rick. Until then, you're my little boy while you are here in my home. If I have to say anything twice again, I'll simply go and get Layne and discuss living arrangements."
Rick lowered himself over his mother-in-law's lap. She took his right arm and pinned it at the small of his back. He waited for the first smack, but it didn't come. Instead, he felt her fingers go into the waistband of is briefs and, in a matter of seconds, they were inside out around his knees. He was now sporting a bare ass in front of her.
Melissa could hear muffled sounds outside the door, but couldn't distinguish what was being said. She looked at Gary who was brave enough to stand by the door.
"Can you hear?"
Gary nodded and grinned. "She told him to get over her knee. Rick is going to get a spanking from Mom."
Melissa bit her lower lip. "Oh, how humiliating. As old as he is and being spanked by his wife's mother."
Gail landed the first ten or twelve blows across both his cheeks. Rick began to kick a bit after the first six or seven. She then alternated cheeks and covered the top, middle, and sit spots with enough force to fill the room with noisy smacking sounds. After at least thirty or so of these, he began to vocalize.
"Ow! Ow, Mom! Ow, please! Mom, please!"
Gail began working the sit spots steadily. One after the other she slammed the paddle into the place just where the cheeks met the tops of the thighs.
"Mom! Ow! Mom! Ow, please! Mom, please! Stop, please!"
She began to work the sides of his ass. She leaned back a bit so that she could catch the side that was next to her belly. Rick was now kicking wildly. His briefs slid down to his shins, and then to his ankles. Finally, they ended up flipping around on one ankle.
"Ow! Ow! Mom! Please! I'll never do it again! Please! I'm so sorry! Mom, please!"
"You're going to be sorry, Ricky. I told you in the car that I was going to give you something you won't forget."
Melissa sat with her mouth open. She could actually hear Rick in there crying and begging for her mom to stop. Gary suddenly bolted away from the door and headed to the other living room. There was a time only a week ago that he was in that position right in the dining room with his pants down in front of everyone. The last thing he wanted was for her to swing the door open suddenly and catch him there.
Gail spread his legs apart and began on the insides of his thighs. She worked the right leg at the back more, but caught the inside of the left perfectly. Ricks wails were now high pitched enough for anyone on the outside of the house to hear.
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