Chapter 6
Realizing that he had completely mastered her and that all she could do was to twist and jerk her hips about from side to side and lunge with her free right arm ineffectually to cover up her shamefully denuded ass, Jack Mordaunt now passed to action. His right hand reached for the fly swatter, took a good grip on it and lowered the rectangular, flexible black rubber applicator till it grazed the naked flesh of his young wife's right asscheek. She stiffened convulsively at the ignominious feel of this humble and demeaning implement on her patrician naked flesh and uttered a long, hysterical wail:
"Noooo! Don't! For God's sake, not that! Oh, my God, not on the bare! Mr. Mordaunt, I beg of you, send the nigger away and pull up my panties! Oh, if you have to brutalize me, don't shame me enough to want to die!"
"You're not going to die, baby," he chuckled as he tapped her shrinking bottom cheeks with the fly swatter. "In fact, you're never going to be more alive than at this particular moment. Now let's see, how many swats does your big juicy ass deserve?"
"Ohhhh!" Into that one prolonged syllable Eunice Norton put all the horror and disbelief and gasped indignation of which she was capable.
"You're twenty years old, so I'd say one spank for every year of your snobbish, pampered life would be about right. Plus five extra for making such a noisy scene in front of Benny here. Now get that ass of yours ready, girl!"
As she lunged frenziedly to get away, he lifted the fly swatter and brought in down with a whistling Ptttt! The rectangular black rubber, flat applicator, which was perhaps a quarter of an inch thick, bit with an angry smack over the top of her right bottom cheek, leaving a bright red splotch like a kiss on that creamy virgin bottom which till this moment had never been so humiliatingly exposed before.
"Owwww! That hurts! You fiend - you monster! Let me go! You're going to jail for this! You'll see!" A tirade of frenzied, hysterical threats burst from Eunice's mouth.
"Benny, you keep count for yourself so I don't give Eunice here more than her due," Jack Mordaunt exhorted, "That's one." And he lifted the swatter and brought it down on her left asscheek. The sharp, crisp Swaaaccck!!!! of the rubber flap as it adhered to the creamy, firm flesh of the captive naked assglobe was in itself an obscene sound, but it was instantly drowned out by Eunice's wild scream:
"Aiiiii - eeeewwwww!! Stop it - stop it, I say! You're hurting me."
"That's two. And twenty-three left to go, baby," he mused as he studied the marks the instrument of spanking had left on the magnificent, firm, flawless canvas on her virgin ass. With a supreme effort of all her muscles, Eunice had managed to contract her ass muscles, hiding the sinuous, ambery furrow which separated those luscious hillocks. But because of the angle at which she lay, with the left side of her tear stained face forced almost against the lounge-seat and the spectacular uprearing of her condemned ass, she could not help showing the black, curly-ringleted orifice of her virgin cunthole to the Negro porter's dazzled and goggling eyes.
Jack Mordaunt trailed the limp fly swatter all over his wife's backside, to keep her in frantic suspense. Then he lifted it up and dealt her a stinging cracks which swept the rectangular rubber piece stingingly over both naked asscheeks, attacking them at their inner curves and bridging the shadowy curve between them. Her hips jerked convulsively and another piercing cry escaped her.
"EeeeeeoooowwwwwaaiiiiH! You're killing me! It hurts! You filthy, horrible beast! Let me go this minute!"
"You see?" Jack Mordaunt turned to look at the trembling Negro porter, whose eyes, as if hypnotized, were fixed on the beautiful, lunging naked posterior of this beautiful white captive, her satiny white skin obscenely barred by the three bright red splotches which clearly defined the outline of the fly swatter applicator. "She keeps on insulting me this way, I'll keep swatting you day long until you change your tune and get more humble, like a good, obedient wife should. Now get ready!"
The fly swatter swept down again over the top of her right hip. Then, after a pause of about ten seconds, bit against the left hip, with a reverse slight of his strong wrist. Every time it landed, Eunice's body jerked upwards and her hips executed a lewd and frantic wriggle from side to side, while wails of anguish tore from her panting mouth.
"Two! And here's three!" Jack Mordaunt counted as he delivered a ferocious swipe which bridged both pouting inner curves of her naked, wriggling ass, this time near the base of her behind. It drew the wildest, most strident cry of all.
"Ahhhhiiiirrrreeeeeeowwwwww!!! You're killing meeeeee!!! Stop it! Oh, owww, please stop it!"
"Well, that's better. I like to hear an uppity bitch like you say please. But you've earned this thrashing, baby it's going to get our marriage off to a proper start, so I'm afraid you'll just have to grin and bear it."
With this Jack Mordaunt applied another wicked swack of the fly swatter right over the tops of Eunice's bare bottom and very near the cheekbone. A pleading scream announced the efficacy of that stinging, burning spanks and his young wife turned her congested, tear-stained face toward him to intercede for mercy.
"Awwwwoooohhhhhaaarrrr, I can't stand it!! Oh, I can't, I can't! Let me go, you wicked, horrible beast!"
"That was four, Eunice honey, but you keep insisting on insulting me in front of Benny here. Get ready to count one all over again, Benny," and he brought the swatter down furiously against her upper right bottom cheek. She screamed and her body described frenzied contortious and wrigglings and again her right hand groped desperately toward her naked, flaming asscheeks. Jack Mordaunt now, deaf to his wife's pleas, applied the full twenty-five spanks he had promised her, starting with the last one which was the official "first". Deaf to her pleas and her frantic, hysterical supplications, watching with blazing eyes the leaping, twisting, yawning contortions of her furiously reddening ass, controlling her frantic struggles by wrenching her left wrist in his virile grasp, he did not stop until the full twenty-five "official" spanks had been doled out, covering her ass from the tops of her hips to the tops of her thighs with a fiery black-ground. Then he tossed the fly swatter to the porter, saying "Maybe I'd better buy this off you. Or, when we stop at the next station, Benny, see if you can buy one. It looks as if I'm going to have to use it for a while, until Eunice gets straightened out. Oh, here's your fifty bucks. Come back tonight and I'll give you a dinner order to bring here. Make it about six o'clock."
"Y-yassuh, boss," Benny wiped his sweaty for-head with his sleeve, pocketed the bill and fumbled with the door to open it and hurry out into the aisle of the train. He would never forget what he had just seen and he shook his head, musing inwardly that that sure was a scrumptious naked white ass he had just seen getting tanned. That Mr. Mordaunt was sure a man who knew how to treat an uppity gal! Maybe he ought to try the same trick on Peggy Starborton, his sweetie-pie back in Asheville. She had been giving him a hard time lately and maybe he could make her black ass wriggle under a good spanking and she would come around and spread her thighs and let a man fuck her properly instead of teasing him bone-hard and then not coming across...