3 comments/ 24483 views/ 9 favorites Paddlin' Madelyne Home Ch. 01 By: Stultus Synopsis: A happy-go-lucky Civil Engineer meets a vivacious young lady at a party who thereafter gives him nothing but constant grief. Naturally this hampers any growth of a relationship between them, until her family offers some helpful advice. A revised, updated version of one of my oldest stories. Sex contents: A bit of Sex Genre: Romantic Humor Codes: MF, FF, Light Bondage, Oral, Spanking Originally Posted at SOL: 2007-05-24 ****** Paddlin' Madelyne Home Ch. 01 Damn. My bluff had been called. Now I had to make some hasty preparations. I called a couple of dance schools to see if they had a private room and a junior instructor or advanced student that I could rent two evenings a week. It took awhile, but I found a good place that did have a practice room and the choice of a couple of dance partners that could be hired for the two evenings a week I needed. I wrote them a check, paying them in full for the next month - the total of which didn't even begin to cover the amount Maddie was paying me for just a single hour. Her new dance partners were going to earn his tips, because I certainly wasn't going to get any closer to her than I could help. I was already not looking forward to our first lesson on Tuesday! ********* Naturally, Maddie was 15 minutes late when she came out to my car for our first session. Ca-ching! I told her she wasn't hurting my feelings at all by making me wait, it was 'her money' and she could waste it and our time as much as she wanted. Into my date book I annotated that she owed me another $1000 for this day, and we drove to the dance school in silence. The evening was of course pure hell for the next hour and a half. Maddie seemed furious that I was not going to be her actual practice 'dance partner', despite my frequent explanations that if I was to be the teacher then I needed to see and judge her movements at all times from a different angle. Her poor dance partner Bob (who actually may have been a technically more polished dancer than I was) was having a harder and harder time keeping a blank smile on his face and we struggled mightily teaching Maddie the simple delights of the foxtrot, my favorite dance. Her feet stepped on his constantly and he had a very difficult time in 'leading her'. I very much doubted he ever wanted to dance with her ever again on any future night, and I had to tip him an extra $200 just to get him to agree to make his next appointment with us. That sum was still a bargain; I wouldn't have put my arms around her to dance with her for all of the gold in Fort Knox. The ride home with her was in blessed silence, and she stomped out of the car and slammed the door shut without ever having said a single word to me. That frankly suited me just fine. ********* Thursday night she was a no-show, and I sat right on her doorstep from 7 to 9 p.m. cooling my heels. I passed the time by appraising her front garden (I didn't think much of it) and her house, which I did like, but that was only natural as it was in a very exclusive neighborhood and probably cost more than I was ever likely to make in my entire lifetime. It did make me feel a little better when I calculated that each minute she was making me wait was costing her $100, for the $1000 normal + $5000 'no-show' penalty. Right at 9:05 just as I was walking back to my car, she pulled into her driveway. Naturally, I didn't expect an excuse or even an apology from her, but I thought I would make the effort anyway of making sure that she did have my cell phone number so that she could call me if she was delayed by other business. "Oh yes", she assured me, "If anything 'important' came up she would be sure to give me a call". With that she went straight into her house without another word and shut the door, rather harder than necessary. I began to seriously debate if any amount of this woman's money was worth even another moment of my time, but I had given my word and committed myself. ********** The next Tuesday session seemed to go much better (I only had to tip her dancer an extra $100 this time), and the Thursday session (her first with her regular Thursday night partner) went well enough that we started on lessons for the Waltz. For the next month we continued to make steady progress, and by the 18th of November, Madelyne was at least minimally proficient with the Modern and classic Viennese Waltzes, the Foxtrot, the Quickstep, Rumba and Samba, and the glorious Tango. She seemed to be gaining in confidence and at times actually seemed to be enjoying herself. She was no longer a beginner and hinted (loudly) that maybe I should be now giving her some advanced lessons… personally. The next Tuesday she again asked if I could be her partner for all of the dances that evening. She was dressed up to the nines and looked especially pretty that evening I thought, and her manners had been quite good all evening since I picked her up, so I agreed. we dismissed Bob early (he still got his normal tip) and we danced through all of the dances at least five times. I think we had been enjoying an especially fun Tango when I noticed that our time had been up for quite awhile. Maddie was now quite a good dancer and seemed to have the enthusiasm to become a very good dancer in the not distant future. She knew the basic steps now for each dance, but from here on 99% of her progress would depend solely on her attitude and inner desire to excel. She hadn't wanted to be taken home quite yet so we stopped at a nearby Denny's and chatted for a few hours. It was there that she finally uttered her first apology to me, a long overdue one for the way she had treated me at the party. It wasn't an especially good apology, and it was phrased fairly awkwardly, but it did sound at least mostly sincere, so I accepted it at face value. With this burden off of her shoulders, our conversation became quite pleasant and enjoyable, and I found myself liking her quite a bit more. Maddie was a Civil Engineer also and was a graduate of UT. I had gone to Texas A&M; this gave us another natural rivalry between us, but this one could be a bit more good natured. I think we could have "talked shop" into the early hours of the morning except that I had an 8:30 a.m. presentation to give for my boss and a prospective client the next morning, so we called the evening quits around midnight. As I took her home, I casually reminded her that Thursday was Thanksgiving, so there would be no practice. Surprisingly, she had forgotten this entirely. Her mother and father were both out of town so she would just be spending the day alone working at home. Without thinking, I immediately offered her an invitation to come to my stepmother's house for holiday dinner there, and to my considerable shock and surprise, she accepted. Dinner would be around 4 p.m. I told her, and I could pick either pick her up or else I could give her the address to come on her own. She elected to come on her own; she was working on a presentation herself and would be doing some homework. And so it was agreed. *********** Like my half-sister Heather, my stepmother and I had always gotten along. My birth mother had died when I was just a toddler and Dad got remarried when I was about six, so in many ways she has been the only real Mother I've ever known. She's a great old gal and we try to stay close. She keeps a stern exterior at all times but in the heart she's a real softy, and her advice is often blunt but invariably correct. Dad didn't live quite long enough to ever see me play in the NFL. He died two weeks before my first rookie game and was buried with his game ticket unused in his suit pocket and a football that I'd had all of my teammates sign for him. Mom on the other hand had never missed a single one of the televised games on the satellite for any team that I ever played for, and somewhere she has stored boxes of VHS tapes of every game that I played even a single down in. Thanksgiving Thursday 4 p.m. came and went, and there was no sign of Madelyne. At 5 p.m. my stepmother (I'll just call her Mom) and sister started to dish up without her and I called her cell phone repeatedly until 5:40 when she finally answered. She had lost track of the time, but would be right on her way. Her house was only about fifteen minutes away (Mom had a bit of money from Dad's life insurance and lived in a good older middle-class neighborhood nearby) and so I then told folks to expect her around 6 p.m., but it was much closer to 7 p.m. when finally she arrived; of course without offering any apology. The wonderful turkey dinner my mother had prepared (my sister Heather was incapable of even boiling water) was now pretty much cold, to say nothing else of the other lovely and delicious side dishes which were no longer at their best. Madelyne and my mother did seem to hit it off together nearly immediately and they had lots of fun as Mom told her naughty stories from my childhood to an increasingly amused Maddie, who was now enjoying a fourth cup of my mother's unparalleled coffee and a second helping of pie. But at no point did Madelyne ever offer an apology for her tardiness and making everyone wait for her. The good humor of the evening had not completely washed away my annoyance at her, and at 9:30 when I was walking Madelyne to her car, I took the opportunity to admonish her gently. "When you're late for dance practice, that is just your own time and money your wasting, and I don't much care, but tonight your inconsideration also inconvenienced several other folks, who postponed the enjoyment of their holiday feast so that you could join them. That was wrong, and it is not me that you should owe your apology to." Her eyes seem to twitch for a moment and then she glared at me and snapped, "My project was very important and I couldn't quit until I was done with it". Over the last month, I had clearly decided that two different people lived inside Maddie's head. There was the 'Old' self-absorbed Madelyne that somehow always said the wrong thing at the wrong time and lived an emotional roller coaster life of constant ups and downs. On the other hand, somewhere in the middle of those wild peaks and valleys was an interesting young lady we all called Maddie, who was actually pleasant and a lot of fun sometimes to be around. Tonight Madelyne was back, and I had an instant reminder of why I didn't care for that particular woman at all. I shrugged and gave her a faint wave goodbye as she left. Awhile later, Mom thought it over at great length before she offered her personal opinion of Madelyne. "I think I like her, but she's not a 'people person' and don't think she does well in dealing emotionally with people, and she probably gets 'worse' the closer she is to them." Heather was much less blunt later in private, "What a total self-absorbed cunt! What do you see in that exasperating twat?" I explained again that we didn't have a 'relationship' or had ever even been on a date together. At this point, and for the next few weeks remaining weeks or so, she was just a business friend, that's all. And for the next two weeks, that's just what it was. We were again quite chilly to each other for our remaining practices together and we shared very little personal conversation. The evening of December 17th was the night of her big company Christmas Party, and for me it could not have come soon enough. Our last Tuesday practice had gone so roughly that I cancelled the Thursday one. "Get some extra sleep and pray for the Sandman to sweeten your disposition a little bit at the same time." I suggested as she slammed my car door after I had taken her home. Paddlin' Madelyne Home Ch. 02 Her big company party was being held downtown at one of the fanciest hotels in the city, and even as I was getting out of my cab. I had told her that I never drove after drinking and that we would meet there. Nearly at once I recognized several prominent members of the cream of Houston 'money' society. Madelyne didn't seem to be there yet, naturally she was going to be 'fashionably late', and I had nearly two hours all by myself to slowly nurse drinks that I very badly wanted to gulp down instead. Since I was on-time and in fact nearly the first one there right at the dot of 7 p.m., I somehow managed to find myself constantly in the middle of conversation as new arrivals trickled in to join us. I met a lot of interesting industry contacts and even passed out a few of my cards. Who knows, maybe they'd have some piddly little project that wasn't worth their time and effort that they could now instead pass to my small company. After I'd been there for about an hour, I somehow found myself deeply engaged in a fascinating conversation with a delightful old coot who seemed to be a bit underdressed for the party, but he also seemed to know everyone present by their first name. One of the senior partners, I guessed, and he seemed to be showing an unusual interest in me. His name was Nathan, and he was 'old school' rural Texas himself, and soon we were happily discussing a vast smorgasbord of topics from ranching in Central Texas, to local sports, and even the proper design of bridges, when at last Madelyne deemed herself ready to make her overdue appearance at long last. I was about to introduce her to Nathan, when she instead introduced me to her Dad, the one and the same Nathan Edwards. Now I had indeed quite stepped deeply into it. But 'Dad' just gave me a wink, and went off to greet his other guests. Madelyne was dressed to kill, wearing a very flirty 'dancers gown' that showed a lot of very interesting cleavage, with a deep slit up one side that revealed one of her pale hipbones and exposed the maximum amount of bare back allowable by law. Clearly there wasn't much place under her luscious outfit to hide any undergarments, no matter how tiny. I approved. During the last few minutes of cocktail hour and during the dinner she wore a wrap that kept her charms mostly concealed, but the thought of her in that dress made my heart race. Right at the dot of 10 o'clock, after everyone had eaten well, the dance contest began. Five judges were selected and everyone was invited onto the dance floor as a series of big band era Foxtrots were played. One by one over the next half-hour most of the couples were eliminated, until just nine other couples and Madelyne and myself were left. Now the judging began in earnest. Next it was time for a waltz, and again we survived elimination to reach the Finals with two other couples, but just barely I think. For the last dance, it was a long medley composite song starting with a Rumba, then turning to a Samba and finally ending as a long Tango. We started fairly poorly as she hadn't quite had quite enough experience for those first two complicated dances, and as she made small mistakes her confidence started to fail and all of the fun seemed to evaporate from her face and attitude. When the Tango started I whispered to her, "Forget all about the contest and pretend no one else is here and it's just the two of us. Dance this one just for me!" Did she ever! Our Tango became torrid and she soon indeed forgot all about the judges and the audience of nearly a thousand watcher. We looked only into each other's eyes and for a few wonderful moments we were just 'Harry and Maddie', instead of the ever battling Harold and Madelyne. When the dance ended, and without knowing why I did it, I bent over and kissed Maddie's mouth, and to my surprise she returned it. It was unanimous that we had done the best Tango, but our poor performance in the earlier two dances had doomed us to Third Place, but this still pleased Maddie immensely. Our prize was an all-expenses paid trip to San Antonio, and we joked that before we could use that we would need to have had at least one 'proper date' first. Privately she had figured she wouldn't even make it past the first round of elimination, and had just wanted to be out there dancing to prove to everyone, especially her father, that she could occasionally let down her hair and have some fun. ********** The party ended quite late and relieved that the stress was finally all over with, we both had a good deal to drink. I had expected her to soon wander off and socialize with some of her work friends, but instead she spent much of the rest of the night pretty well glued to my elbow with her arm mostly wrapped around mine. Around 1 a.m. my internal 'enough drinking' switch got flicked, and I decided it was time to call it a night and go home. I asked Maddie if she'd like me to get her a cab, and she accepted. When asked for the address I was about to give the cabbie hers, but she instead told the cabbie mine. "It's your home I want to see this morning, not mine!" She whispered into my ear with a bit of a slur and then gave it a little kiss that turned into a little nibble that hinted at even further delights soon to follow. The ten minute cab trip seemed to take hours and I swear we caught every single red light on the entire trip. I had a small but comfy patio home with a small fenced yard in both front and in back. Not a mansion showplace, but it beat living in most bachelor apartments considerably. Maddie hadn't made it three feet inside my front door before her gown was now suddenly now around her ankles and our mouths were locked tightly together. My earlier appraisal had been quite correct; she had not been wearing any undergarments that evening and the fully naked presentation was more than deliciously desirable. Any lingering remaining thoughts I might have had against accepting Maddie as my lover were now quite forgotten. In moments, most of my tuxedo was scattered in a trail that lead to the bedroom and soon she was kissing me passionately on my bed and starting to explore what secrets my boxer shorts might be hiding. If she had just kept kissing me, or directed her mouth elsewhere, the rest of the evening would have been glorious. However, as usual at the worst possible time, 'old' Madelyne had to put in an appearance. "Awww, it's still all little and tiny and doesn't seem to like me at all, is it shy… or is that all you've got?" OUCH! That is certainly not the kind of 'foreplay' men usually like to hear. True, I didn't have an erection quite yet, but I had been starting one when she had made her caustic comment. I had never had any past complaints about my 'equipment', once properly and fully stimulated, from any of my prior girlfriends, and had even been told on occasion that I was even a bit larger than average. "A sleeping kitten often swiftly grows into the largest and fiercest of jungle cats", I gently chided her, and moved to kiss her to shut her mouth and start to 'regain the mood'. Madelyne, triggered by whatever the internal self-destructive mechanisms were that drove her, continued into another long laughing bit of caustic sarcasm that within seconds had fully sobered me and destroyed the romantic mood entirely. I left the bed and put on a t-shirt and a pair of shorts, and hinted loudly that she should dress and I would call a taxi for her. That started another row from Madelyne that broke my last straw of patience with her. Seconds later, I had picked her up still nude, kicking and screaming and dumped her unceremoniously on my front doorstep. A moment later I tossed her gown and her purse to her and told her to call her own cab and then I slammed the door shut on her. Enough was enough and I was washing my hands of her. ************ I felt good, and I sat in the dark of my living room for some time listening to her bang on my door, begging and pleading. Still apparently quite nude, she hadn't bothered to dress and in fact, according to a peephole look I took later) had flung her gown off to the far corner of my front patio garden. Apparently this was the first time in her entirely life that she had been 'rejected', and her ego didn't at all know how to handle that. Sometimes the voice remained angry and 'Madelyne-like', but as time went on her sobbing took on more of a 'Maddie' tone and she would plead for forgiveness. I steeled my heart (which did tend to be extremely soft). There is a saying that has great deal of truth behind it, "For every beautiful woman, there is at least one man somewhere who was sick and tired of putting up with her shit." I was certainly done with putting up with hers. Houston in late December can be fairly mild, shorts and T's at Christmas are not unusual, but this night was a bit chilly to start with and a 'northerner' was starting to pass through. By 4 o'clock it was starting to rain and from the feel of it was going to be a very cold and icy rain. Madelyne was now huddled, still nude in a little ball on my doorstep and her shivers became more audable now than her begging or sobbing. I expected that this would force her to get dressed and leave and soon, but it didn't. She just laid there on my doorstep and became even more wet and bitterly chilled to the bone and even through the door I could clearly hear her teeth chatter. But still she refused to either dress or leave. I didn't know now what to do! At 6 a.m. the wind and rain seemed to pick up even more and I could now hear hail falling. Madelyne was no longer obviously shivering and her teeth didn't seem to be chattering now either, in fact she was huddled into a still ball on my doorstep and she didn't appear to be moving much at all. This was bad, she was starting hypothermia and stubbornness or not, she had to be gotten warm right away. I started the tea kettle, and turned on the hot water in both the shower and the bathtub, and I opened the door and picking up her nude half-frozen body and then brought her inside and put her into the hot shower. That revived her enough that her eyes opened a little bit and she gave me a faint smile. When she could stand alright on her own I left to prepare a hot cup of tea for her, which I then forced her to drink a little at a time. When she had finished that cup, the bathtub was filled (I've got a big bathtub, room enough for two or three 'friendly' people at one time) and I helped her into it and let her bask with a second cup of tea for a good long time. Once she had revived pretty much nearly back to a normal body temperature, I offered to leave and give her some privacy. The sight of her rather nice breasts bobbing in the water was getting distracting for me, but she begged that I stay with her and 'keep the water warm'. We ended up having the longest and certainly most sincere conversation we had ever had to that date. Maddie, at least for now, was back with me, and once again I found myself liking her despite myself. ********* To condense four hours of conversation into just a sound-bite or two, her major malfunction with life consisted of two equal but separate problems. First, ALL of the women in her family tended to be a bit 'batshit crazy', her words not mine, and second, she blamed herself for her older brother's death twenty years ago and something inside her drove her to 'punish herself' any time she had thoughts of being happy. How was that possible? Tyler was her older brother by four years, and seemingly the absolute perfect boy and undoubtedly the heir to the family's fortunes. He was smart and learned everything easily, never got into the slightest bit of trouble and doted on his little sister. One Sunday evening, when she was ten years old she remembered avidly watching Disney's "Wonderful World of Color" and watching a show called "Toby Tyler", about a young lad who joined the circus and could do tricks while on top a horse. Naturally, since her brother was named Tyler, and they certainly had plenty of horses (and Tyler was a very good rider) she demanded the very next day that her brother try out the tricks on horseback that she had seen done on TV. Well her brother was good enough on horseback to be able to stand up in the saddle for a minute or two, but after that it was hard going. Naturally it takes years of stunt training to learn to do all of those tricks, and she had demanded that he perform them for her now on the spot. After falling a few times trying an especially hard trick, he had asked her if they could quit and she had remembered crying. Bothered by her tears, he got up on top of the horse once more and tried it again one last time - this time with tragic results. He had fallen and stuck his head hard against the corral fence. His skull was fractured on impact and he died later that night from internal bleeding in the brain. It was an 'accident', but she felt completely and entirely responsible. Although her parents didn't make her feel guilty, she had loaded all of the guilt up upon herself as high as she could stack it. She threw away all of her dolls and toy horses and became 'far too serious', never laughing and never seemed to enjoy a single minute of her remaining childhood. Her only companion became her school books and her focus became fixed on 'becoming an adequate replacement for Tyler' in her family's eyes. At High School in Houston she was the 'book nerd' who never dated and the only time she ever went out was to go to the Library. She finished four years of Civil Engineering School in just three, never taking off a summer or going on a spring break vacation. She certainly never, ever let down her hair and joined her classmate's parties. After graduation she had seemingly fulfilled her life's great ambition. She had now dedicated the last ten full years of her life to becoming the best possible Engineer so she could follow in what would have been Tyler's footsteps, and now she found that the work gave her absolutely no satisfaction or personal happiness. She had fulfilled 'her dream', and found that it was a very hollow one indeed. Desperate for satisfaction somewhere in her life, she started to attempt romance and found she was even worse at that than she was an Engineer. In the event that she could ever start relating with another person on any kind of emotional basis, invariably her 'guilt at having happiness' would kick in and she would seemingly deliberately begin to sabotage the relationship. The longest relationship she had ever managed was one of only three weeks duration. Finding fault with every one of her suitors, invariably she would be the one who was the 'dumper' who terminated the relationship, tonight for the first time she was the 'dumpee' on the receiving end, and this was indeed a new and different experience. Emotionally, I think she was still an eleven year old girl who had grown up way too fast and without any of the necessary teenaged social interactions that teach young adults properly (usually) how to relate to the wider world. She didn't understand at all the concept of 'give and take' and the only moment she lived in was 'the now'. She needed to grow up a bit (ok, actually a lot), but I wasn't sure at all that I had the patience to deal with her while she attempted it. The whole business of 'I say terrible things to you because I like you' was also causing me some problems, and I addressed both of these issues with her, but she didn't have any simple solutions to that. All she could say was that she would 'try and not do anything to hurt me'. That was bound to be, to say the least, inadequate. About Noon, she finally tired of soaking in the tub, and I found a long old T-shirt of mine (I didn't own a bathrobe) that at least covered her ass enough so that she could sit at the dining table for a little bit of lunch. Her dancing gown was still outside in the front yard and quite soaking wet, so that wouldn't work. After lunch I let her have a couple of hours nap in my bed (alone) and at about 4 p.m. I threw one of my bigger and baggier sweatshirts over her and seeing it came down to about mid-thigh on her judged that it would do for getting her out of the house and into her own home safely. I then drove her home in silence and without any further drama. Our future together was very uncertain. On one hand I sincerely wished to be done with her, and on the other I was somehow yearning to be with her again. ********** The rest of Saturday evening was a washout for me mentally. I'd had no sleep the night before and soon gave up trying to think, because it didn't seem to be working. Poor addled and slow Harlequin needed at least a little sleep to be able to hold his one thought coherently. Sunday wasn't a lot better. I seemed to be fixated upon this woman whose entire life purpose seemed to be to try and make mine miserable. I pulled out my small date book where I had kept track of all of my dancing appointments with Madelyne, and started to review all of my little notes about the 100+ minor and major inconveniences she had bestowed upon me over the last three months. When that didn't seem quite definitive enough, I started a listing on one of the blank pages with every single slight, insult, gripe, bitch and moan she had inflicted upon me. October took three entire pages by itself, November was not quite so bad, but December was nearly October's length already with almost half the month still to go. When that was done, I tried doing a contrasting list of 'good' things about her, but got stuck after the first two items; she was extremely decorative with lovely tits that floated divinely in my bathtub… and for some unfathomable reason I seemed to be in love with her. This was insane. In fact it was nearly my clinical definition of insanity: doing sometime stupid, repeatedly the exact same way over and over again, but expecting somehow a different outcome this time. I couldn't see any other possible outcome. If I let her get close to me again I was going to become more emotionally attached and then I would just get hurt, repeatedly and probably quite badly. I resolved to stop thinking about her and watch some of the Sunday football games on TV, but it certainly didn't seem to work very well. I got depressed seeing an old friend of mine out there on the field playing and I began to get maudlin, wishing it was me able to still play out there on that football field. I turned the TV off, fixed myself a sandwich and went to bed early for the night, even before the sun had quite set. ******** I didn't getting much done at work Monday, and Tuesday seemed even worse. I couldn't concentrate and had to redo every one of the construction drawings I attempted at least three times in order to fix stupid little mistakes. Nearly everyone was out on vacation that week before Christmas and this was normally my favorite time of year to get caught up on long overdue work, with no meetings, fewer phone call interruptions, etc, but I was about to give it up as a lost cause and go home early for the day when I had a rather odd phone call. It was from Nathan Edwards, , probably the last person I had expected to be calling me. "Hello, Harry? This is Nathan, Madelyne's father. You remember me from the party the other night?" "Ahhh, Yes Sir, I do! That was a very nice party and I'm glad Maddie invited me to attend and that I got the chance to meet you." "Good, because now I'm calling you for a favor. Maddie and I, and the rest of the family would take it as a favor if you would come and join our family for Christmas Eve at our ranch up near Brenham." Silence followed, and lots of it. "Well, how about it?" He asked with a hint that his 'requests were not usually disobeyed'. Paddlin' Madelyne Home Ch. 02 Ummm, Mr. Edwards, Sir… you realize of course Sir, that Madelyne and I are not technically in any sort of 'relationship', and that I doubt very much that she considers me to be her 'boyfriend', and that we are absolutely not lovers." He chuckled. "Well, perhaps… but this is just a part of some other related issues that I would very much like to discuss with you. If necessary then, would you accept this invitation as a 'big personal favor' in returned the consideration from when you invited Madelyne to your own family's Thanksgiving?" Faced with that I knew I was fucked. How could I refuse? My head was begging "No", but my stupid sense of duty overrode my mouth and I said "Yes". Very and obviously reluctantly. A few minutes later his secretary send sent a couple of faxes to me, one with driving directions to the ranch and a confirmation that I was expected to arrive mid-afternoon of Thursday the 23rd. Another fax followed with a listing of suggested 'small but suitable token gifts' for each family member that was expected for be there for Christmas. Most of the suggested items were indeed inexpensive and easily obtained that afternoon and evening, even with all of the late Christmas season shopping rush. The notation for a gift for Mr. Edwards himself was a bit confusing to me at first, it said simply 'model train stuff (HO scale)'. I knew nothing about model trains, but I thought I knew of a shop in the Rice University Village shopping area that carried those, so that became my final stop. The shop owner knew of Mr. Edwards (who was apparently a very good customer) and his tastes and picked out a 'scarce vintage item that had just come in' that he knew he would love. I wrapped my purchases on Wednesday and packed an overnight bag with a couple of day's worth of clothes and was all set to go to the ranch. *********** I thought I would dread the trip up there, as I knew I was going to be the anointed sacrificial lamb, but instead I just seemed to get more excited the closer I got to the ranch. The weather was good for the season, crisp and cool, but clear. It was great weather to be out on a ranch, and it had been nearly eight years since Mom had sold the family ranch after Dads death. It was way too much for her to keep up with after his death and after I signed my professional football contract and left home for good she sold it for a good price and bought her small house in Houston (she always had been a city girl at heart anyway). I missed the smells and the animals, and most of all missed riding on a horse. Maybe that was something that I could share with Madelyne, or better yet Maddie. Everyone was glad to see me arrive at the ranch, and I was flooded with a group of strange names and faces that I could barely keep track of. There were two 'Mr. Edwards', Nathan and his slightly younger brother Isaac. Both brothers were married to a pair of identical twins named Erma and Etta, naturally both wore identical clothes and had identical hair and accessories and I never had a prayer of ever telling them apart. I asked Madelyne's youngest teenaged cousin, Diana, how the brothers could tell their wives apart - it could make for an embarrassing moment if giving a pinch from behind. She just laughed and laughed until I thought she was going to entirely lose bladder control, and she said "You really don't want to know". I think I got the idea then, that the twins sleeping arrangements with the brothers might be just a bit 'flexible'. Diana was right... I really didn't want to know. Madelyne, who hadn't yet made an appearance to greet me, was Nathan and Erma's only surviving child. Isaac and Etta had three children, Phyllis (about twenty-four and married to a rising young petroleum engineer), Randolph (twenty, was going to my alma mater A&M and was studying his passion Ranch Management), and the charmingly young Diana (eighteen and just starting UT and seemed to be majoring in 'Boys'). Her cell phone went off every ten minutes all day long and her list of 'boyfriends and girlfriends' seemed to be endless. She had been recently accepted at the number #1 "party sorority" on campus Sigma Lamda Tau (aka "Slut House" according to a joke made by Randolph). That pretty much comprised the entire horde. They were a noisy salubrious bunch and I must say they were all a lot of fun, and I was just settling in when I received the word that my "presence was requested at the Roundhouse", wherever that was. Diana was glad to take me to her 'Uncles shed' where he kept all of his toy trains. The word 'shed' implies a not very large, or sturdy for that matter, structure. This shed was huge; I think I've seen smaller airplane hangers. It was like a giant round greenhouse with multiple huge tables filled with faux miniature cities, forests, mountains, rivers and of course trains, with miles and miles of track. Men never outgrow their toys, they just get more expensive! I found Nathan working on a section of track in a part of a rural city that looked like a cattle stockyard. Indeed, he was hard at work repainting a collection of plastic cows that didn't quite look 'life-like' enough to suit him. "I'm glad you came." He said simply and offered me his hand, and then handed me a paintbrush and another bag of cows that needed painting. We did get a lot of cows painted and when they were dry he placeed them into the rail cattle cars and into the fenced holding area of the small scaled stockyard. We also got a lot of direct 'man talk' done where nothing got sugar coated in the slightest. "What exactly is your relationship with Madelyne right now, you think?" He asked after awhile. "As far as I know we have no relationship, and just thinking about it makes my head hurt." I replied. "I think I love her, but then again I think I also want to kill her. Maybe I would just love to kill her instead, and just save time. She would be absolutely impossible to live with… you ought to be aware of that. Why do you want me for a son anyway." He shrugged. "You knew the job was dangerous when you took it, and I think I know a good bit about you. Maddie's not the only Edwards around here with private investigators on speed dial. I've talked to a few folks who remembered your Pa up near Lampasas, and they all remembered him well. 'A man of his word' everyone said. If you're from that same tree he sprung from, a man could hardly possibly do better for any prospective son. You know she's got a good bit of her own money, and through her you'd someday be running my entire company… but frankly none of that is of any importance to you. I don't even think I've got enough money to bribe you to marry her, if you really don't want to. You are very much your own man, and maybe the only man strong enough to manage her." He continued. "You've been with her for three months now and haven't attempted to kill her just yet, or even yourself. That shows that you have either the patience of a saint, or you just aren't too bright - you are a Texas A&M 'Aggie' Engineer after all. For purposes of argument, I'll assume the former for now. You've also remained on speaking terms with her about three times longer now than any other previous man she's ever been around, and that includes most of her co-workers at work. If you find that you need to hide her bludgeoned body suddenly, they would be the first persons I would call on for help. You're also the first 'boyfriend' that she has ever requested a separate bedroom for. That's probably the single best indication that she actually does intend on behaving this holiday and she might even be trying to straighten herself out. That means she does care about you… a lot… and she's actually trying not to do her usual act to fuck things up too badly. Cut her some extra slack for that alone." I described our 'working relationship" and the events of the last three months, and gave him a very frank account of the events since the Christmas Party. Then for good measure, I also pulled out my Date Book and read off a few of the sample entries of her recent behavior. "Hmmmm, worse than I thought, and much worse than her Mother has told me. Figures." He said with a grunt and then resumed his work in silence until we were called for dinner a few minutes later. "Just try and enjoy the weekend. She should be back from town by now - I sent her off to run some errands for me to keep her out of our hair long enough for us to have this little chat. Tomorrow, you're on your own. Her Mother says she'll be on her best behavior, but that just means we don't actually have to hide all of the kitchen knives. Oh, and stop calling me Mr. Edwards, or even Sir... 'Nathan' will do just fine... unless you're ready to call me Dad." With those joyous portents for my happy near future, we went in for dinner. Madelyne seemed very happy to see me and greeted me at the door to the house with kiss on each cheek and a light one on my lips as she escorted me to the dinner table. She sat next to me all through dinner and to everyone's delight, behaved, although she didn't eat much and seemed as nervous as a cat in a room full of rocking chairs. Everyone seemed to melt away right after dinner, supposedly to give Madelyne and myself some privacy, but we didn't take much advantage of it. She kept trying to sort of apologize for her meltdown last Saturday, but she could never quite get herself to admit that she had made a complete and total ass of herself, or that she had been particularly in the wrong right from the start. She did regret however, the 'inconvenience' she had caused me. Well I guess that was a start, but frankly I had hoped for a bit more. Saying 'goodnight' became very awkward. We kissed goodnight downstairs and again upstairs at her bedroom door. She changed into her nightclothes and put on her robe and came into my room (nearly instantly after a very brief knock) and sat down on my bed and started to try and more conversation. We talked a bit about nothing and then she wanted to be held close, which I did for a long time until she fell fast asleep on top of my bed. I debated going to sleep in her bed, but decided against it and instead curled up for the night with a blanket on the big leather sofa downstairs. I didn't sleep especially well and started off the day just a tad grumpy. Too bad, this not-quite saint needed all the patience he could get, and by early afternoon I was plumb out of it. Breakfast started off fairly bad with Madelyne making our 'plans for the day' without ever asking my opinion or pausing for breath long enough to ever let me get a word in edgewise. She also kept making little insinuating comments all throughout the meal about how much she enjoyed 'sleeping in my bed' and 'what fun it was', to which I would sardonically tell the others, "True, but too bad I wasn't in it at the same time." She then took me on an extended tour of the ranch and talked about everything as if I was a city slicker who had never even seen manure before. I politely reminded her at least a dozen times that I had grown up on a small working ranch in Central Texas, but she would never listen. When the tour came to a small lake in the river on the edge of their property, she slyly suggested that we could 'take a little swim and have some fun' but I wasn't really feeling amorous at that moment, which was definitely her intention. I fended her off with a 'maybe later after lunch' and that seemed to satisfy her for now. 'Madelyne the Bitch' stayed with us all throughout lunch. "Maddie, why don't you both take some horse out for a ride this afternoon?" Her mother hopefully suggested, with an edge to her voice that suggested that this was closer to an order. "Oh no!" Madelyne replied. "Harry probably wouldn't enjoy that at all… being from the city and all. Besides, they might not like ex-football players and he might be too rough on them anyway." "Actually," I snapped as I glared at her, "I'd love an afternoon ride! I used to have my own horse, Roamer, on my father's ranch and the worst thing about school football practice was it meant that I had less time to ride him." Madelyne wasn't paying the slightest bit of attention. "Don't be silly, you wouldn't know how to properly ride a horse and undoubtedly wouldn't enjoy an afternoon's ride anyway". Both of her parents were visibly cringing. By now I'd had quite enough and I threw my napkin down upon my half-eaten lunch and stood up from the table. "I'm actually a damned good rider and I'd love to take an afternoon ride with anyone who would appreciate my company." With that I left the dining room and the room was more or less filled with silence. I could feel everyone glaring daggers at Madelyne and I was certain some fresh hell was about to break out the minute I was gone. Diana met me on the porch a few minutes later to show me the horses and help pick out a fun one for me to ride and we left the house together. Diane picked a horse named Star for me and watched me expertly saddle her up. "My cousin is a complete clueless idiot as well as being an utter bitch!" She remarked to me. "If she decides she doesn't want you, hell I'll definitely take you. You're the nicest guy she's ever brought home, and I'm certain I can fill in some gaps in your sexual education… you certainly won't learn anything from her." From the stories I heard hinted about Diana's new Sorority, she probably could have taught me quite a number of interesting things, but I'm very much a one woman man. For now I'd stay with the one that brought me to the dance, or rather this family visit, so I nicely turned down her offer… although I did regret it soon afterwards. I had barely left the stable on Star when Madelyne came running out of the house, yelling for me to wait and that she would join me. Fine, we pulled up and waited for her, but nearly immediately I regretted it. Madelyne was still in full bitch mode and she began to complain incessantly. She wasn't really in the mood for a ride, the weather looked 'iffy', it was going to be too cold and the wind would certainly mess up her hair. Huh? "Like taking a swim together in the pond earlier wouldn't have been colder and wouldn't also have messed your hair up even more?" I exclaimed back. "I would like to take a ride! I love riding horses and supposedly so do you. Or are you now just scared that I'll now fall off my horse and kill myself like Tyler did!" I admit I was shouting at her by this point, but she had stepped on my last nerve, which snapped nearly immediately afterwards. "You probably will, it's just the sort of inconsiderate thing that you would do just to spite me. I don't know why you came here... you're no fun at all really." With that she rode off, without me. Diana and I exchanged sad looks and I turned around and lead Star straight back into the barn to unsaddle her. I had really wanted this horse ride but Madelyne's antics had spoiled the mood. My horse seemed confused and I think she had wanted our ride just as much as I had, but I brushed her a little bit, which helped me calm myself down just a tiny little bit. Even a half hour later I was quite mad enough to spit nails. I couldn't leave without saying goodbye, but couldn't think of any acceptable excuse that I probably couldn't be talked out of, and then I'd just end up staying and being her doormat for the rest of my visit. Besides, I clearly wasn't 'welcome' anymore by my alleged girlfriend. Fortunately, I had one semi-legitimate excuse card I could play and I used it. I found her mother Erma (at least I think it was her mother, those twin sisters were very identical even at the age of their late 50's), and gave her a very condensed version of our conversation on horseback, and I thanked her for their hospitality but I thought that I should be heading back home. My Mom had slipped in the bath that Wednesday, and she was fine - nothing broken, but I should be helping her out as she was supposed to stay off of her feet for a few days. All very true statements. Mom had indeed fallen, but she was quite ok with nothing broken, and Heather was tending after her, but I thought on the way home I would stop and visit her anyway. After my goodbye's were said, I was driving out on the ranch road heading to the County road when I saw Madelyne still on horseback trying to ride and catch up with me. A little bit of extra acceleration soon left her behind, and I soon made it to the main road and was doing the speed limit and then some the whole way back into Houston. It was early Christmas Eve now and there was virtually no traffic anywhere. Paddlin' Madelyne Home Ch. 03 Mom was curled up on the sofa with a blanket, and Heather was there providing assistance. We decided to just go ahead and hold Christmas early, as everyone was here unexpectedly and the timing seemed good. I asked Heather to brew us up a big pot of coffee (hers was nearly as good as Moms) and I filled them both in on my experiences with Madelyne since Thanksgiving, which to say the least provoked enormous amusement, mostly at my expense. Mom, who is extremely tender hearted and can never bear to speak ill of anyone, just shake her head and muttered, "What a sad life that young lady must have. Are you sure you can't help her?" I tried but couldn't think of any suitable reply so I just sadly shook my head. The topic of pie was broached (there always seems to be a fresh pie at her house) and I offered to run to the store at the last minute before it closed early for Christmas Eve to get some ice cream to go with it. I joined all of the other emergency last second shoppers and we all had to wait for one tired and annoyed checkout clerk to pay for our purchases. This took nearly forever, and by the time I got back to Mom's house, I had another surprise. Madelyne's car was there in the driveway! I was met at the door by Heather who held a finger to her mouth and told me to remain quiet and follow her. She took the ice cream into the kitchen and from there we could eavesdrop onto Madelyne's impassioned conversation with my Mom. Or rather, this was 'Maddie' who had paid us this visit. She was in utter tears and was sobbing a genuine and heart felt apology for her intolerable rudeness at Thanksgiving. From there the conversation only got stranger for the next fifteen minutes or so that I listened. She apologized for nearly every action she had taken with me, and feared she had at last finally driven away 'the man she loved' because she had been incapable of showing me any genuine affection in any way. Now I was gone and unlikely to ever to return. Her behavior to me had been 'unforgivable'; if she had 'screwed a hundred men right in front of him' she thought she could hardly have hurt me any more. She seem utterly inconsolable, but fortunately she was taking to the right woman, my Mom could handle 'inconsolable' every day of her life, before breakfast even, and be ready to whistle during her walk in the park afterwards. I told Heather that I really should be going, and the conversation would be probably much smoother if I wasn't there at all. I snuck back to the front door and make my clean getaway, leaving Heather to present the ice cream and my own 'apologies'. I went straight home, kept the lights off and the phone unplugged and went just about straight to bed and slept the night in peace. ********** While having my breakfast Christmas morning, I thought I kept hearing rustling outside the house in front, and looking out the peephole I discovered the source. Madelyne had literally pitched a tent outside on my patio and had a sleeping bag on my doorstep. She also had a small camp stove for boiling water and cooking. She was camped out on my doorstep. Literally! I didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so I split the difference and bringing the kitchen phone into the bathroom I shut the door and called the only two people that I thought could resolve the situation. Mom was no help at all. In fact part of the 'camping out' idea was hers. She even loaned Maddie all of the gear from dad's old camping stuff out in her garage. "You're such a soft mush ball!" She lovingly told me. "I'm sure the two of you can work things out." Ok, so much for that idea. Now there was only Plan B, calling her father, which I then did. This seemed to cause him much amusement and he wasn't a whole lot of help either. The bastard still wanted me for his son even more now, if it was possible. "How long are you going to let her camp outside in the cold and wait for you to come out and face her?" He asked, with more curiosity than anything else. "The short answer is until Hell freezes over, but really I have no idea. At least another day or two, maybe even three or four. Weeks if necessary, until the urge to grab her by the throat and squeeze doesn't occupy my every single waking moment!" He laughed and said he'd check back with me by mid-week if nothing else had changed. I was now a prisoner in my own house, trapped by a maniacal stalker who would stop at nothing to get me within her batshit crazy clutches. Lucky me! I decided that I would not let her ruin my time trapped at home and I kept the lights turned on and either the stereo or TV on to cover the minor sounds she was making outside. She for her part refused to get my attention in any way; she didn't ever knock or ring the doorbell, or even call out to me, even once. At night she would sleep in her hopefully warm sleeping bag right on my doorstep. Thus went Sunday. Monday morning I called into work to leave a message that I wouldn't be coming into work that day, or probably the next, but was told by my Admin Assistant that "Mr. Edwards had already called the President of my company asking to 'borrow me for a critical project for a week or two' and he had faxed an offer for our company to handle a couple of 'minor subcontracts' that would nearly double our potential revenue for next year. Accordingly, I was very much the 'fair haired boy' and could stay gone 'indefinitely' to 'service Mr. Edwards' needs'. Actually I'm sure it was his daughter that I was supposed to be 'servicing', but that was a different matter that my Admin-Assistant didn't need to hear about. I was pretty sure now that she was one of the gals interviewed by the investigator who thought I was hunky. She had been recently giving me subtle hints at work that she wouldn't mind being serviced by me also. She was pretty but it's a golden rule of mine to never date co-workers, and my brain was still tied up with thoughts of Madelyne. I made it through Tuesday ok, and somehow got through Wednesday as well; somehow. I was now very conflicted and really had no idea if I did really want to kiss her or kill her. I had to talk myself out of opening the door at least once an hour, but by that point I was pretty 'buggy' from being inside for four straight days and I was constantly now talking to myself. By Thursday morning I was not only talking to myself but I was answering myself back. I resolved that when I started to argue with myself and use two different voices while doing so, that I would admit defeat and open the door and face her. At about 10 a.m. the phone rang and it was Madelyne's dad again. "Congratulations! You've held out longer against her than anyone else has ever managed. One hundred and one hours - longer than the length of the actual Iraq Gulf War!" He told me. He had won several large bets apparently involving that I had not caved in to her as fast as the other women of the family had expected I would. "Who is winning, by the way?" He casually asked. I had no idea. "Tell you what" He suggested. "This afternoon there is an Arctic cold front coming through and it is already starting to snow up here near Brenham, in a few hours it will be also down there in Houston. If she can make it through the night sleeping outside in the snow, go ahead and 'let her win' and tomorrow both of you come back up here for New Years Eve. Besides you still have a few Christmas presents here that definitely need opening." This was better than any plan I'd thought out so far, and I readily agreed. The Madelyne I knew would certainly not wait over a hundred and thirty hours and sit in the snow in front of any unopened door. I didn't have long to wait. The snow did come, but it was mostly wet mush down here in Houston's humid bayou air. She adjusted her tent a bit, boiled up a good deal of hot tea water and seemed resolved to tough it out. I started to become obsessed with whether she was actually still out there or not and if so was she 'ok', and at length I grabbed a blanket and pillow and spent the evening and a very night long lying right next to the doorway. I'm sure we heard each other moving about and even shivering a bit and I thought I heard her beg "Please" ever so quietly a few times during the night. Morning finally came, she had won and I cheerfully admitted defeat. I put on my tea kettle to boil and opened the front door to invite Maddie inside and asked her if she was ready for a hot shower. Oh very definitely. She asked if she also had time for another long hot bath, as she had really liked my bathtub the previous time, and I laughed and said sure, but that we were expected back at the Ranch by this evening. She soaked in bliss for at least another two hours and somehow once again I spent a fairly delightful morning sitting on my toilet seat talking with Maddie once again nude in my bathtub. I rejected a friendly (and very polite) request that 'I hop in and join her' by joking that we still hadn't ever had a proper date yet. Actually I was fairly tempted, but didn't really think we could spare the time. I got the feeling once we finally did end up in bed (it now seemed fairly inevitable) that we would be unlikely to stir out of it for a long, long time. That would definitely make us late to the ranch. She did politely ask me to help dry her off and I got a good feel or two of her butt and tits while I was there. I told her that I would take a quick shower and that she could help herself to anything in the fridge, if she could find anything there. She did rustle up a few eggs for us and some toast and greeted me with a smile and my towel as I opened the shower door. "I was very much in the wrong. You were indeed quite right, that equipment would look much more in place on a big lion rather than a tiny housecat. I must be needing glasses." She said with a laugh and she started to dry me with the towel, getting in a good feel of my cock and balls before turning me around so she could leisurely dry my back and butt, getting in more than a few quick feels herself. She had changed into a pair of clean jeans she had stashed in her tent, but wanted one of my big sweatshirts and a sweater to wear rather than one of hers. I phoned her father to tell him we were 'on our way' and he asked that I make sure and bring my date book along with us, which I did. We went in her car this time, but she offered to let me drive and I did. Maddie was still in an excellent mood and I wanted to keep her that way, but she did seem to become more and more pensive and nervous the closer we got to the ranch. When we were a few miles away she asked me to pull over and she spoke to me earnestly. "I've been behaving impossibly badly for a long time; really much too long. Everyone is fed up with me, and I don't blame them one bit. My behavior has been utterly inexcusable and I admit it. I'm genuinely sorry about a great many things, but I am especially sorry I nearly drove away the only good man who was ever willing to attempt to offer me his true and genuine love. I do not deserve you, and I need to be reminded of this fact often. I think I know what awaits me when we get home at the ranch, and I'm not going to like it. But I will deserve every bit of it and more. If my Father asks you to do anything at all, do it immediately and without debate!" That was all she had to say, and we drove the last few miles in silence. ********* It was late afternoon when we drove up the ranch road to the main house. All of the lights were on and there seemed to be a number of party decorations displayed everywhere. All of the family members from Christmas Eve were still present except for Randolph, who had gone back to University early to work on a project. Everyone was delighted to see me and greeted me as if I were long-lost family. Everyone also pointedly ignored Maddie. After we had gotten settled in and I had been offered a glass of wine, Nathan stood up and asked if everyone was ready? Everyone signified in the affirmative, and then things started to get interesting. Madelyne was called into the room by her full name and directed as 'the prisoner' to sit at the head of the living room on a chair before us. Her father then recited a long listing of 'heinous and pardonable offensives', the most shocking charge being that she conducted herself 'disgracefully on the Fields of Love' and had 'willfully, repeatedly and with deliberate malice' caused emotional hurt upon others, especially to the man that she claimed to love. This was the first that I had heard that she had admitted to her family that she in fact did love me. This was starting to get interesting. In short, a total of sixteen 'charges' were read against the defendant who remained meekly in her chair and looked only down at the floor. When asked what her plea before the Judge was, she replied quietly but sincerely, "completely, utterly and unforgivably Guilty on all charges." This came as a bit of a surprise to some of the women, but they all agreed 'It was about time!' that she started to admit her intolerable conduct. Her father then directed the women to form a Jury Pool to determine her Punishment, and I was directed to stand before the accused, being her primary victim, and to read out all of the numerous offences she that had been committed against me, that each might be 'weighed for their punishment value'. I read off each of my "complaints" against her over the last three months one by one and some of the women would value that offence as being maybe a 'five' but others would rank the offence as worth a 'seven', thus an agreed median number for each offense was found. Her behavior after the Christmas Party ranked especially highly with some, her own mother claiming at length that the maximum punishment of one hundred was surely warranted for that terrible offence alone. Upon appeal, this punishment number was reduced to seventy-five. At length the Jury rose and her mother announced the final verdict. "260!" Two hundred and sixty what? I wondered. Maddie looked nearly physically ill by this point and as her Father grabbed one of her arms I was then directed to take her other arm. "It is now time to pass Judgment!" He declared, and I was directed to take her to the Barn and young Diana was directed to 'get my Christmas presents' as I would soon need them apparently. Everyone proceeded to accompany us into the Barn. This was actually the 'old barn' and it didn't seem to be used for very much as all of their animals were kept in several newer barns all over the ranch. Isaac was directed to 'bring out the horse', and this was soon done. This was an oversized leather covered bench that sort of resembled a wide sawhorse. This one, I could tell at a glance had a more specialized purpose. There were cuffs at each end where a person could be forcibly restrained, and soon I realized exactly who was going to be restrained here. I was told to order Maddie to strip, and I did, and she slowly obeyed and without being ordered she laid down on top of the Horse and spread her legs and arms wide to be securely fastened. Now I was to open and examine my presents. First (from Nathan) there was a large and fairly old wooden paddle made from solid walnut, much in the shape of a ping-pong paddle but a little larger and having numerous holes drilled through it. The wear on this paddle suggested that it was both an antique and that it had been put to considerable use over the years. Next Erma and Etta coyly gave me their package; it contained a long leather strap affixed to a study wooden handle. "Reindeer hide from Lapland, hurts like hell when it strikes, leave a nice mark on flesh and it gives a good loud smack too. It's our favorite one to receive when we're on the Horse or hanging hoisted up from a roof beam when we've been especially naughty!" They whispered to me with a more than a few giggles. Last, Diana offered me a small box and said it was "actually for Madelyne, since she's an utter and total bitch, but we thought you'd like to be the one to offer it". It was of course a large dog collar with a little tag that said "Maddie" on it. Of course everyone wanted to see it placed around Maddie's neck "so that the queen bitch dog could finally have her collar". I put it around her neck and saw that it also had a small padlock that could hold it into place and as everyone heard the lock click into place loud cheers were uttered, confetti thrown and party hats were given to all. The "260" now became quite clear. I was to give her a good and thorough spanking until she pleaded for mercy. Two hundred and sixty strokes seemed like an awful lot, I whispered to Nathan and he agreed. Madelyne had never been spanked for misbehavior since she had turned eighteen. She was well aware of her family fondness for this sort of punishment, but it was always inflicted upon a willing victim. This was a first that she had willing offered herself to be 'properly punished' by me. "Try for just about twenty at a time and see what happens, you'll know it when she's sincerely begging for mercy. If you feel like going easy on her, don't! She is the one that asked us to set this up for her; this is her own chosen penance. If you let her off too lightly she will still feel the guilt and little will have been accomplished here. Besides, if she's anything like her mothers, the pain will go straight to her clit and she'll be soon be begging you to whip the shit out of her! Give it to her in spades! We'll let you know when she's really had enough. That paddle in your hand was given to me on my wedding day to her mother, and it had belong to my father in turn, and his before that. On your wedding day, I will place it again in your hands… and you'll certainly know what to do with it, but a little early practice never hurts." Nathan wished me well and then sat down with all of the others to watch Maddie's punishment. "Madelyne, you are here bound of your own free will to stand the punishment of two hundred and sixty strokes, do you accept this punishment willingly from my hands or do you wish to plead for an appeal to your sentence?" I asked her loudly, and then walking up to her and bending closer to her ear I asked "Are you sure you want to do this? How will I know when to stop or if I'm hitting you too hard?" "When you've spanked the everloving shit out of me!" She replied and blew me a tiny kiss. I ordered the Prisoner to count the strokes for us as the punishment was accessed for each of the 16 offences. If she was to miss one, the punishment for that offense would restart anew. I started with the paddle, I knew I could handle that fairly well and I wasn't sure I wanted to get involved with the whip at all, or at least not to start with. I also started quite fast to catch her a bit by surprise and to get quite a few good solid whacks in before the pain started to really catch up with her. I finished the first ten and her yelps of pain began right away, then I settled down to a slower more predictable even stroke of one hard smack alternating on each buttock. By the time the first twenty-five were done she was screaming in tears and after the fiftieth smack she was limp on the Horse and whimpering. Both ass cheeks were a glorious bright red color, and she had already cum at least twice from rubbing her bare clit against the leather of the Horse. Her 'mothers' were beaming with pride. But still she did not signal that she had had enough, and whispered "More!" to me when I stopped to inspect her. My audience seemed to be greatly enjoying the show. Erma and Etta were obviously very aroused and were alternating kisses between their two husbands. Phyllis was caressing her husband and he was fondling her ass that was sitting on his lap, as if they were remembering a pleasant occasion of their own on the Horse. Diana already had one hand under her skirt and was openly masturbating to the sight of her cousins glowing red ass cheeks. Paddlin' Madelyne Home Ch. 03 The next ten seemed to take forever and after about the 60th stroke I became concerned that her ass might have had all it could take for awhile. I asked Maddie if she had had enough and she whispered to me 'No, use the whip now!" There was no helping it, but frankly I was really starting to enjoy this. The woman who for over three long months had humiliated and insulted me at every opportunity had willingly submitted herself to my vengeance. Even though I was new to the art of effectively using a whip, I seemed to be a fast learner. The next fifteen strokes I laid in with increasing skill across her back and her upper thighs, and with perfect luck my seventy-fifth stroke went up right between her legs and hit her furry pubic mound and cunt. She screamed as if her tongue was being torn out and mashed her clit and cunt even harder against the leather of the Horse and started an especially loud and long orgasm that lasted for several minutes. I took a small breather for her to recover a bit, and Phyllis bid us all a good night and was towing her husband by his fully erect cock that was sticking out of his pants back towards the house, most likely to the first horizontal surface they could find to fuck upon. The other men thought that was a good idea too, and Nathan and Isaac also left with their wives in each hand, with their breasts unfastened and loose inside their open blouses. They would certainly also be having some fun tonight, and I assumed they certainly had a large enough bed to handle it. Diana's blouse was unbuttoned now too and openly displaying her lovely perfect eighteen-year-old tits that looked as if they would defy gravity for many years yet to come. As for cumming, she was on her second or third orgasm herself, and her skirt was now lying on the hay strewn floor and she openly stroked her bare shaven cunt shamelessly in front of me. "Let me help!" Diana breathlessly whispered. "I know where my moms keep their toys here." With that she got out of the chair and opened a nearby chest and pulled out a selection of dildos and a vibrator and brought them to me. "Stuff her slutty ass with these" she whispered, and as all of the blood had rushed from big head and into my little one, that seemed like a very reasonable suggestion. With a little applied lube, I put a dildo each into Maddie's cunt and ass, and directed Diana to put the vibrator right against Maddie's clit. Diana was now herself completely nude and using another vibrator on her own cunt while she held Maddie's firmly in place. I walked around to check the expression on Maddie's face and she appeared lost in her private world of delicious pain and pleasure. "Let me suck you" she begged and before I knew it my pants were off and my cock was in Maddie's mouth. It didn't take either of us long to cum, Maddie with the sensation of having two fake cocks and a real one inside of her at the same time, plus the vibrator on her clit that soon made her scream again and again in orgasm. A few seconds later, I was spewing three months worth of pent-up rage and frustration into her eager sucking mouth. That nasty little slut Diana wasted no moment at licking up the streaming drops of cum from Maddie's cheeks and chin that she hadn't been able to lick up herself. Before I knew it Diana had my entire cock in her mouth and was "cleaning up" Maddie's leavings. Maddie gave her a glare and pointedly told her "If you don't get my lovers cock out of your mouth now, it's going to be your ass up on here next!" "Promises, promises!" Diana said and stuck her tongue out at Maddie. She gave my cock a few more good sucks to make sure I was nice and hard again and then said, "Give that bitchy sluts ass another twenty-five smacks with the paddle while your cock is inside her. I want to see the bitch get good and fucked and beg to cum again." I left the dildo in her ass and pulled out the one that was in her sopping wet cunt. Diana made Maddie clean the dildo spotlessly clean. As I entered her cunt for the first time I smacked her left ass check as hard as I could, and then the right one as I withdrew. Soon I had a rhythm established and Maddie was convulsing in pleasure. Diana, being the utterly shameless slut that she was, pulled up a small table next to Maddie's head and sat on it, forcing her smooth and very wet cunt into Maddie's face and ordered her to lick her clit until she couldn't cum anymore. Maddie to my surprise did just that, and soon her cousin was squealing with delights of her own. At the ninetieth smack, Maddie took Diana's clit out of her mouth just long enough to utter, "Give me the last ten HARD, as hard as you can, and I want you to cum inside me on the one hundredth stroke. I gave her the last ten smacks as hard and slow as I could, while fucking my cock inside her as hard and fast as I could. Her final orgasm hit right at the ninety-seventh stroke, and mine started instantly afterwards. Maddie's tongue finished Diana off to a last orgasm of her own, and we declared the punishment session 'done for now'. She still owed me a hundred and sixty more, but we were no hurry to collect them. Maddie was too worn out to chase after Diana to give her a bit of thrashing, but as Diana left she whispered to us that she could be available here at 10 p.m. tomorrow night for her own promised spanking, and she did indeed get hers, but we had to wait until almost Midnight, because until then Phyllis was receiving some attention in the Horse from her husband for some unspecified offences. It seemed that the Horse was so popular you nearly had to make reservations to use it. ************* That night Maddie and I slept together in my bed for the first time, and I woke up to find Maddie's mouth around my cock teasing me to attention. "It's about time you woke up" she said with a smile and a loving kiss. "My ass is still throbbing and it's the only part of me you haven't fucked yet". We corrected that minor oversight right away. We spent the next week at the ranch and enjoyed every minute of it. The old crabby Madelyne was pretty much gone now forever, and a much kinder and sweeter Maddie was here to stay. It took awhile to work off that remaining one hundred and sixty strokes, and I'd always had a few more points to add for each new visit. Maddie seems to thrive in her new sex life; she adores being spanked even for non-special sex, and especially before anal. She revels in her new role as a sexual submissive, which seems in fact to be her real inheritance from the female line of her family; all of them adore spanking and other harder excitements from the B&D and S&M worlds. She has accepted and embraced the fact that like her two Mom's and both her female 'kissing cousins' she's a 'hopeless pain slut'. Since she no longer works, her collar is usually always on now. It's a part of her now, Maddie says. We've been married for almost five years now and each one has been happier than the previous year. I'm learning every phase of the Edwards family construction business and all is going well. I think Nathan is happy with the way the future looks and he and his brother have started to make plans for their retirement in a few more years, probably at one of their smaller ranches in Lovett County. Randolph has his Ranch Management degree and has taken over management of the big family ranches and is as happy as a pea in pod; he'll soon find a nice cowgirl we're sure. Thus the family empires seem to be in good hands. Diana has graduated from University with an English degree she'll never use. On the other hand, her Slut House sorority education was most complete and she never failed to teach us something new each time she came home from school. She still has numerous active boyfriends and girlfriends, and loves sex with each equally, but hasn't picked a life partner yet. She's hinted strongly that she wouldn't mind at all remaining 'kissing cousins' with Maddie and I for quite some time to come, and in fact she is more or less now living with us. She had a bedroom of her own but tends more often than not to share ours. Since Maddie has given birth to our second child and has now starting on the third, Diana is now whining that she's being left out of all of the fun and wants one of mine too. Phyllis and her husband have been unfortunately unable to have children of their own (his sperm count is too low), and I've had several very unsubtle hints that they would like me to be their sperm donor, of course using the 'traditional' method with Phyllis being mounted (in more ways than one) on the Horse. We party with them on occasion, and while Phyllis is not nearly as slutty as her younger sister, she can be extremely creative in bed and loves multiple penetrations. The ladies are still all 'discussing' these issues, and the final decision is quite apparently not mine to make. Supposedly the rest of the family is all in favor of me providing all the Edwards daughters with as many grandchildren as we can provide. That won't be hard at all to accomplish, especially when staying at the Ranch, were we now have a big bedroom for the kids so that the five of us can play together during holidays. The "oldsters" have their bedroom at the other end for the four of them, and while we may occasional watch each other at play, that particular incest and significant age barrier has never been crossed. With each visit to the ranch, Maddie seems more and more attracted to the chain manacles and pulley hoist that all of the other Edwards women love being hung dangling and helpless from and 'chastised' quite thoroughly, often with a large bullwhip. "No!" I always reply firmly, but I know she feels them calling to her to string her up helplessly to await the lash of a friendly whip. I think I'm going to eventually end up losing that argument, especially the way Maddie and Diana were talking last night about being strung up together to be whipped with their tits and cunts rubbing together while large double-ended dildos were stuck up each of their cunts and asses. In fact that sounds like nearly the perfect Anniversary present, especially if Maddie decides to be 'naughty' as she invariable is before a visit to the ranch and her favorite Horse.