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"What're ya thinkin', Seamus? We'd ignore
a black eye on Pop's princess?"
Carla sat in the corner, a smile twitching
I turned away, closing my eyes, waiting for
the blows. The first, a hard shot to my jaw, made bile rise
and I struggled not to gag. Still, the pain felt good, easing
the guilt I'd felt since my palm struck Carla's face.
Another blow into my gut. My knees went so
Richard held me up. Lou rubbed his knuckles, tilting my head
"She -" I broke off. What? Asked
"There's no excuse for clocking her,
Seamus. You ain't gonna have a wife with no shiner, ever. Got
"Yeah," gasping, as another blow
"Good, so we won't have this conversation
It wasn't a question.
"Never. I'm leaving her."
Lou slapped me hard. My teeth felt loose and
I tasted blood.
"No, Seamus, no divorces. You and Carla,
Fuck me. A death sentence.
"Now, why'd ya clock her?"
"No excuses," I choked.
"Yeah, yeah," Lou waved my words
away. "But why?"
I breathed deeply. "She thinks I've got
a mistress and won't quit about it. So she, uh, doesn't wanna
- uh, screw."
My chin sunk to my chest. Why not just cut
my balls off?
"Carla always was a spoiled little bitch."
I looked up to see Lou grinning while Carla's face darkened.
"Next time, beat her ass." This,
Carla's eyes widened and she shot from her
"Like hell! I'll tell Daddy!"
"Tell Pop you're such a bitch your husband
paddles you? Not goddamn likely." He pushed the intercom
button before advancing on Carla, staring down at her.
"What a bitch. You showed us those bruises
and then watched him get beaten. I kept expecting you to beg
me to stop, but no, nothing."
Lou took his sister by the arm, pulling her
over where Richard and I stood. His wife opened the door, came
in and leaned against it. She looked unconcerned, even bored,
by the scene.
"Lie across your husband's knees, sis.
Or Theresa'll help hold you across my desk."
With that, Lou shoved Carla and I found her
lying sprawled across my lap, her skirt tight and barely covering
her small round bottom. I wrapped my left arm around her waist,
holding her there.
I needed no further instruction and brought
my palm down hard, feeling a surge of power as she screamed
in frustration and squirmed, trying to get away. My next five
spanks were harder as I got the hang of it, enjoying the feeling
of her lying across my thighs.
"He's a natural, Lou." Theresa sounded
pleased. "But, Seamus, it'll hurt her more and you less
if you pull up that skirt."
Carla squirmed but I silenced her with a smack
to her thighs, grinning at her little girl whimpers.
Me and Carla. Until death.
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