12 comments/ 34252 views/ 10 favorites Strong Enough For Me? By: Mariehaynes I have displeased my father. Again. He warned me this would be the last time he tolerated such behavior. We live in a community were the Male is always in charge of the Women. Women have a voice, naturally, but ultimately, the Male decides all things. Our community has been described as a cross between Victorian and Domestic Discipline. Some have even said our Males abuse us. I don't agree. I love it here, despite my rebellious nature. And that nature is what has gotten me into this position. I have again refused to marry a man of my father's choosing. Brett is a good man and kind. I just don't think he has the strength to control me as I need and want to be controlled. Luckily, my mother agrees with me and she talked my father out of banishing me. Instead, here I stand. Barely dressed and tied to the whipping post. A silky, sheer scarf is draped over my hips and another thin band of sheer material binds my breasts. Once I start to sweat, the moisture will make the material transparent. Despite my position here, I will not be whipped - at least not yet, although many other woman have endured a public whipping here at this very spot. I am on display for the members of our community to witness my shame. This is a rare punishment and a last effort on my father's part to find a suitable man for me. I will stay here until a man claims me. I cannot speak nor move. I am gagged and bound securely. I will not be allowed food and only sips of water through a straw provided by my mother. I will not be allowed privacy for any of my bodily needs. The community is free to taunt me, touch me, but not release me. Eventually, the people will tire of this and go about their business. The last man standing, so to speak, will have demonstrated his resolve in wanting me and his readiness to discipline me. He will claim me in spite of my wanton ways. He can wait as long as he chooses, forcing me to wait as well. The last time this type of arrangement happened was before I was born. The man held out for three days before claiming his woman. The couple had married while she was still tied to the post and had lived a rocky but happy life together. They were my grandparents. Whatever man keeps coming back for me, remains stoically impartial to my humiliation, will be the man my father will marry me off to. I will have no say in the matter this time. I've used up all my chances. Yes, I could have left the community, but I love it here and feel accepted, despite my stubbornness. I'm not, after all, the only stubborn woman here! I see the love and respect the men have for their women. I see the pride in their eyes. The women have told me of their contentment. They have no fear of their husbands, only respect and love. I want that, I just haven't found the right person yet. Twenty four hours have passed. I have wet myself three times and am smelly, dirty and exhausted. My face is streaked with tears. Obviously, the sheer scarves I wear now hide nothing. I would beg for release if I could speak. My arms ache, my legs quiver and my mouth has begun to bleed a bit where the rope chaffs my lips. My father has come to check on me. I am watched constantly either by my father, my brother, or one of my uncles. "You've brought this on yourself, Elizabeth, and you know it. It hurts me to have to do this, but I'm determined. I know you're hungry and hurting and shamed, but this is the only way." I looked down, accepting his words. This punishment has brought a new awareness of my place here. He is right. I do deserve this. I pray that a man accepts me soon. Another five hours have passed. Sweat streaks my body. I see, though, only one man who keeps coming back to check on me along with about five other women. The others have all shaken their heads and walked away. I see sympathy in the women's eyes, but only sternness in the man's. He nods to me once as if he has made up his mind then walks to my father. They talk for a while then the minister is called. The ceremony is performed. I cannot answer when asked if I willingly take this man, but I give a small nod of acceptance. The man shakes hands with my father then pulls out a knife. Fear courses through me. He does not look at me directly, but goes to work cutting the ropes. My legs collapse and I would have fallen to the ground, but he grabs me and lifts me into his arms, despite my smell and appearance. He carries me a short distance and then sets me gently into the cool stream. I begin to sob quietly as the clear water washes away the dirt and stink of my ordeal. He tells me to remove my clothing since it too is disgusting. I hesitate, not wanting to be nude in public. He opens his knife again and cuts the clothing from my body, ignoring my objections. He again picks me up and carries me to his home, uncaring of my cries and humiliation at my public nudity. Once in my new home, he places me on the bed, facing him. "You're mine now. I will tolerate no disobedience, no back talk. You will never shame me. I waited 29 hours for you, and you will for that. For 29 days you will not leave this house. You will wear no clothing. You will cook and clean and mend. You will pray or read or sew. You will not leave and you will have no visitors but me. Do you understand?" "Yes." Oh how I would miss my mother! "In addition, you will learn to accept my hand, my power, my control. Each day, for 29 days, I will spank you. When I finish, I will fuck you. I will fuck your mouth, your ass, but not your pussy. You will learn to obey me." I began to cry. He lifted my chin and looked at me with penetrating blue eyes and smiled. "And on the 30th day, if you have done well, I will reward you greatly. I will always protect you, love you, support you. I will be faithful to you and treat you like a Queen, but you will always remember that you are under the command of your King." My womb contracts and my nipples harden. Yes, this man is strong enough to be my husband. Strong Enough For Me? Ch. 02 Daniel is true to his word. I have seen no one since my marriage 20 days ago. My home is spotless. I've actually learned to enjoy cleaning – kind of. I still don't really like to clean, but I do enjoy a clean house and since it is not Daniel's place to clean – that leaves me. I learned a strong lesson few days after the ceremony. I became rebellious and refused to clean up the kitchen. Daniel would have none of my behavior and took action immediately. He bent me over the counter, held me in place, and used a wooden spoon on my bottom until I cried for mercy. He then pushed me to my knees, held my hair tightly in his hand and fucked my mouth until his hot seed coated my throat. I must confess, that the moment he got that hard, determined look in his eye, I became both humbled and excited. I figured once he had cum, he'd be finished with me. I was sorely mistaken. In order to remind me of my place and my submission to him, he placed tweezer clips on my nipples. Small silver bells were attached to them. He also bent me over and inserted a butt plug. A bell was attached to the bottom of it as well. Every move I made sent out a small tinkling sound. He worked from home that day and whenever my bells were quiet for more than one minute, he again took the spoon to my bottom. Needless to say, the kitchen was spotless. My face was wet with tears and my petals wet with anticipation. When I had cleaned the entire house, he took me into the back yard and made me stand in place while he hosed me down with the garden hose. The cold water hitting my hot skin made me shriek with frustration and humiliation. I had to have looked like a drowned rat. Still, he had more to teach me. I made dinner, served him, knelt by his chair and ate only what he gave me, cleaned the kitchen again then I was allowed to shower, shampoo my hair and dry it. Once I had made myself presentable again, he removed my clips and plug and fucked my ass. Oh how I wanted him in my deprived pussy but he was not about to give me relief! This deserved punishment did not negate my nightly spanking. Once he came, I cleaned his cock with my mouth. He rested a while, then pulled me over his lap. His hand came down on my already tender and sore bottom. Twenty nine times on each cheek. I was so sore I slept on my stomach that night. Despite that one bad day, I've been very good and Daniel has promised that if my behavior continues for nine more days, he will allow me one dress, one pair of shoes, and I may invite my parents over for dinner. Today, however, I'm not sure what happened, but I again disobeyed. Daniel asked that I polish his shoes and I refused. Actually, I snorted at him then, too late, realized he was serious. I mean honestly! Who polishes their shoes these days??? Quick as a wink he grasped my wrists and tied them with his tie. He pulled me over the bed so that I lay face down and secured my hands to the hook on the headboard. He then spread my legs and tied my ankles to the hooks beneath the bed. Within a few seconds, I was immobilized. First, he scolded me. Tears gathered and I blushed with shame at his rebukes. He was right. I had been disobedient and disrespectful. Then, he used his shoe on my ass and the backs of my thighs. Each hard thud of the leather soles reminded me that my place is to serve my husband's needs. I know this. I've been trained for this. I truly do desire this! Each painful blow reminded me of how wet I became each time I pleased him. I begged forgiveness. He told me he was pleased that I wanted to be forgiven and had not begged for mercy. My heart swelled with love. He was finished. A scold of a wife, he said, was a stinging thorn in her husband's side. I would feel the sting as well, that way I would learn to curb my shrewish ways. Ginger. He peeled a thick finger of ginger into a plug. Then, he cut vertical slices into the plug so that more juice could leak out of it. He slowly pushed it into my anus. The burn was more intense than anything I'd felt before. I screamed, cried, promised to be good. He continued to spank me, now with his hand. Each time I clenched my cheeks, the burn intensified. My insides were on fire as was my ass. He continued mercilessly. Finally, after twenty minutes, he stopped. By then, the ginger had become less effective. He knelt above me, kissed my neck and murmured he was happy with the way I had accepted my punishment and all was forgiven. He loved me. Warmth radiated from my heart. Yes, my father had been wise. Daniel is the perfect husband for me. Strong Enough For Me? Ch. 03 Daniel: I'd watched Elizabeth from the time she was thirteen. Okay, that sounds stalker like, but not in that way. Hell, she was an awesome kid, always laughing, climbing trees, singing too loudly. The first to try something new. I figured she'd want to leave the community, and sure enough, when she graduated from high school, she left to go to college. She wanted to go into environmental conservation. Admirable. God knows she was smart enough! Two years she'd been gone, and then came back. I heard her father say she'd done well in school, completed her first degree but missed the people here too much to go back. He shook his head and wondered how this small, strict community could satisfy his girl. She was simply so very curious. She questioned everything, not so much out of disrespect, but out of a need to know. Brad knew she needed a stronger hand than his to keep her in line. Poor Brad had no idea how to handle his daughter. Neither, it seemed did any other man. Besides me, that is. I understood how Elizabeth felt. I love the security, the close bonds, the safety of our community. No one here every has to worry about where their next meal will come from, even if they get laid off work! We take care of our own. But that comes with certain expectations. Men make decisions, based heavily upon consulting with the women. Once those rules are established, rule breakers are punished. Sometimes publically sometimes privately. Poor Elizabeth's nature got the best of her when the last man her father tried to marry her off to turned out to be wimp and her dad finally tied her up to the auction tree. God but I wanted to go up to her the moment I saw her, but that wouldn't have helped. She needs to learn to accept her fate. She also needs to learn the proper way to question without being disrespectful. Like last night when I told her to polish my shoes. She could have asked why I wanted that done and I'd have answered her. No, she has to fly off the handle and receive another punishment. The ginger had been a bit harsh, but she accepted it well. Her humiliation at having something punishing in her ass may be a key to her discipline. Maybe I will let her have her parents over for dinner tomorrow night. It would be a little test to see if she's learned our ways of marriage yet. I handed Elizabeth my list of expectations for her to complete the next night. I also told her of my decision to allow her parents to come for dinner. "Um," she began. "Yes?" "I'll need to wear . . . I mean, will I be able to wear clothing?" Good, she'd changed her demand into a question. I kissed her forehead. "Of Course. I will give you a dress just before they are to arrive. Thank you for asking so nicely?" She smiled up at me and I was surprised to see genuine pleasure in my compliment. Still, We have a few hurdles needing to be jumped. "Ready for your morning spankings?" I asked. Her eyes narrowed and she huffed then glared at me. I simply raised my eyebrow. "Fine!" she shouted and reluctantly bent over the whipping chair. I smiled a bit, almost there, but not quite. Using my hand, I administered her spankings with a bit more force than I had intended. When I had completed, her bottom was a beautiful strawberry red and I could hear her sniffing back tears. I fingered her asshole and she tensed. "Oh please," she begged. "I'll be good." "Yes, you will, or I'll replace this small plug with a large fig of ginger. Tonight when it's time for your spankings, try to be a bit more accommodating." She nodded and dropped her head. I continued to finger her asshole. Slowly, I inserted another finger, scissoring them to relieve some of the tightness. Her excitement was clearly evident as glistening honey ran down her thighs. She moaned. "That's my lovely wife," I whispered. Slowly, I began to insert the plug. I wanted her to feel it today, but I also didn't want it to hurt her. I had plans for that ass tonight and I had no wish for it to be too sore. When it was in place, I gently patted her bottom and told her she could stand. She did, hugged me and kissed my cheek. Nope. Not enough. I grasped her hair, firmly but gently, and kissed her deeply, her mouth opening easily beneath mine. She tasted of honey and sweet wine. She pressed her body against mine and my cock about bore a hole through my jeans. I pulled back. "Not yet, my sweet. Tonight, if you please me today, Tonight we will truly consummate our marriage.