Speaking of Amanda, you might wonder whatever happened to her. Well, I went and married that gal. After I poured what was left of her into my wagon I took her out to my place, a small, secluded spread outside of town, newly purchased thanks to Consuela, and cleaned her up. That took some doing, with all the tar and feathers covering her body, and her cxnt and asshole still dripping cum. It took a lot of scrubbing to get her clean again, and she lost some of that beautiful blonde hair, but she recovered. Amanda wouldn’t leave the house until her hair grew back. Of course it took her body some time to heal, but it did and I am happy to report that, despite the numerous fuckings she had endured at the hands of Liz, Johanna, Consuela and Ben, that her pussy and ass are just as tight as ever.
Once she had healed up, and her hair grew back, we had a small ceremony, attended by family, out at the house. Amanda dared not show her face in town with her public disgrace so fresh in everyone’s mind. My Daddy and brothers came, and so did Amanda’s new mother, Consuela, and her new step-sister Liz. Amanda wore white, and so did Dickie, and it was quite a sight to see him walking her down the aisle in a lacy white slip. Dickie, I mean. Amanda wore a traditional white wedding dress. It’s funny that Amanda spent most of her life with no mother, and now it is like she has two, Consuela and Dickie. She has even become accustomed to Dickie’s new role.
Being one of the idle rich I live a pretty quiet life with my new bride. We split our time between the house I had built in town and the little spread out near Consuela’s place. I spend my time checking up on the businesses I have an interest in, like the photography studio, the saloons, and I am even part owner of the theater. Of course I also have to attend the town council meetings. Yes, I am on the town council, the new Mayor, Consuela, insisted upon it. The old Mayor and town council, well, after they made a killing on the new railroad, they retired to a life of luxury.
Why, you might ask, didn’t we just leave town, after all, half the town has seen my bride naked and humiliated. Let me tell you. I have to look after my businesses, and attend the town council meetings, and this is America, and while I hear tell there are some people back east talking about giving women the right to vote out here a wife goes where her husband does. Amanda has been learning how to be a good wife. It is a whole new world for her, after her life with Dickie, and Amanda has had to learn how to cook and clean and take care of our home, and how to take care of her husband. She adores me, after all, I am her hero after “rescuing” her from the public gang bang, and let me tell you, her gratitude knows no bounds. There were a lot of tears after that fateful day, and Amanda had a lot of healing to do, inside and out, but by the time of the wedding she was a normal person again. By the time that wedding night rolled around, well, let me just say that the wait was worth it. Wink.
Amanda prefers to spend her time out on the spread, away from all those people who witnessed her public humiliation. Of course, the more time she spends out on the spread, secluded, the quicker I see the signs of the old Amanda returning. You know the one I mean, the cocky, arrogant Amanda. I usually catch the signs in time but a few times she started getting that old attitude again. I have a remedy for that. I make Amanda put on her skin tight shirt and pants and drive the buckboard into town, and she is shaking and crying the whole time. We then take a stroll through town, and you can hear the snickers from behind closed doors. I usually make sure to stroll down by the schoolhouse, I know what time the kids are outside, and always make sure to stop by and say hello to Lupita. Amanda’s face is red with shame the whole time. Sometimes we stop by the Spanish Rose, and one look at her guns and clothes nailed to the wall behind the bar, and a few teasing comments from Liz, and Amanda is begging me to take her home. It is a humbling experience for her, to be sure, but a funny thing happens. We barely make it out of town before Amanda is all over me and I have to pull the buckboard over and fuck her brains out right then and there.
Amanda, just like her Momma/Daddy Dickie, learned a few things about herself on that fateful day, things she never dreamed were lying dormant inside of her. Amanda is not a submissive type, like Dickie. She does not want to live her life on her knees, serving other people. She is not like Dickie in that respect. Amanda has discovered other kinks about herself.
For example, I have learned that Amanda likes to be spanked. Nothing gets her juices flowing like a good old fashioned over the knee spanking. I am not basing this on the fact that Liz announced to the world how wet Amanda got when she spanked her in public. No, I found this out for myself when I came home one day to find Amanda standing there with a sad, pouty look on her face.
“Eric,” she whined, “I broke some dishes today.”
“That’s OK, darling, we can afford a few dishes. I…”
“No!” she interrupted me, “I will never learn how to be a good wife! I’m just so…so irresponsible.”
“Don’t worry Sweetie,” I told her. “I…
“No, no, no, no, no,” she interrupted me again. “I will never learn how to be responsible. You should punish me.”
“Well, OK,” I said, still in the dark. “The next time you break something I will punish you, I promise.”
She reached out and knocked three plates off the table.
“Oh no!” she cried. “I’m so clumsy. You should punish me or I’ll never learn to be more careful. You should spank me to teach me a lesson.”
I got the hint.
“You’re right. You should be punished!” I said.
Amanda’s face dropped and the look in her eyes when I took off my belt was a mixture of shock, anticipation, and a kind of dreaminess I can’t quite put my finger on. I grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her across the room and made her strip while I slapped the belt across my thigh, making a loud slap each time. She was trembling the whole time. Once Amanda was naked I grabbed her and pulled her face down across my lap while my wife shook and begged for mercy. The wonderfully round globes of her ass were sticking up in the air, and I could see her cheeks tensing, knowing her butthole was clenching in anticipation.
Now I know some men around here who beat their wives kind of regularly. If a wife is sassy, or disrespectful or disobedient they have no qualms about smacking her in the mouth and you see the wives around town, hiding a fat lip or a black eye, and their clothes covering God knows what. Now I would never dream of beating Amanda for any of those reasons. However, spanking that perfect ass when it is what she craves, that is another matter.
“This is for your own good,” I said as I laid the belt to her butt.
I watched a wide red welt begin to rise and mar those perfect white globes. I added a few more in quick succession, and then slowed the pace. Amanda was crying out with each spank, bouncing and squirming across my lap, and a couple of dozen smacks later I laid the belt across her back and ran my hand over her swollen ass cheeks. They were more than just warm, they were hot! I ran my hand over her ass cheeks, pinching the flesh, adding a few smacks to the fleshy underside of her buns, and when I slid my hand down her ass crack, and down between her legs, well, let me tell you, I think my wife went and sprung a leak. Her pussy was indeed dripping wet. I wondered if she could feel my hard cock poking at her belly. Needless to say I fucked the shit out her then and there. Dinner was late that night.
I guess you could say it is just a little game we play, and we play it quite often. Not to say that Amanda wants to submit. She isn’t like her Momma/Daddy Dickie, who willingly submits to Consuela, and anyone else to wants to abuse him. While Amanda does want to be spanked, she doesn’t want to submissively lay herself across my lap and offer me her ass. No, she wants me to pull her across my lap and forcefully smack that ass. The sex afterwards is always intense, for both of us.
Please don’t think that she has become some kind of craven pain slut, not at all. Amanda just likes a spanking now and then. I have come to recognize the signs, sometimes, and other times, well, she can be clumsy. She can go weeks without the need hitting her, and other times, well, in one week she broke five plates, a window, and one day I came home to find she had swept the dirt under the rug in our parlor. Now I know many women do this to save time, but this pile of dirt was so big I thought a small animal had crawled under the rug. Amanda must have had to get a shovel and dig up this pile of dirt. I really busted her ass that night and then made her sit there, naked, while we had dinner. I wouldn’t even give her a pillow to sit on. I told her if she didn’t stop squirming she would get another spanking. Needless to say Amanda could not, or would not, stop squirming and she couldn’t sit for a week without a pillow. She was in heaven. Then there was the morning I really blistered her buns, I forget the reason, the eggs were overcooked or undercooked or whatever. Her butt was painfully swollen, and I made her wear her tight pants all day while I went into town, knowing she would feel the effects with every step she took. On days like that Amanda always takes a trip out to the cucumber patch.
Yes, we have a cucumber patch. I mentioned that we have a little spread, well, maybe not so little, since we have a lot of land, but most of it is as nature intended. We have the house, a nice two story one, and raise cattle and horses, not a lot, but a few, and pigs as well, in a nice big pig sty. There is a vegetable garden too, as well as flowers planted here and there to give it a homey touch. It is not really a working spread; we don’t rely on income from the place, but just for our household needs. Now, I would not dream of making Amanda do all the work it takes to tend to the livestock and gardens, she’s having a tough time just learning how to be a wife. No, she tends to the house, and we have a little cabin some ways away where our help lives. Consuela was nice enough to recommend a family that worked for her and offer up their services. The work is easy, and the pay is good, and Lupita’s mother was so grateful for the opportunity.
