Another Point Pleasant Lesson

Chapter 9

After spending the morning on the beach, Stephanie and Ranger were walking back to the hotel. A few times it took all his control when he noticed men checking out Stephanie and her rose tattoos peeking out of her black halter bikini top playing in the sand or water. Her boy short bottoms hid most of the large rose blossoming on her pelvis. Walking back to the hotel she slipped a tank cover-up. Thank God of that!

Spotting something in a small antique shop window, Stephanie dragged Ranger inside. She was looking over a wrought iron vanity table, "Grandma Mazur had one of these in her house with Grandpa and she gave it too me when she moved into my parent's house. I have it stored in my parent's attic."

"I bought this at an estate sale," a tall woman with half-glasses told them.

Stephanie was touching the glass perfume bottles and picked up an old wooden hairbrush. A manicured nail rubbed the worn wooden handle, "This looks old, but the bristles are perfect. I practically wear mine out with this," tugging on her ponytail.

"Back then, Dear," the shop owner picked it, "no child wanted to hear, 'Bring me the hairbrush' knowing their backside would be feeling it. I think it was used to deliver a punishment and not for hair. This little thing would do the trick," swinging in a smacking motion.

"Oh." Stephanie got a tingle at just the thought.

She left her husband leafing through antique books and went to the counter laying down the old hairbrush.

"This has beautiful graining in the wood," Louise said as she rung up the sale. Stephanie saw her name on business cards by the register.

She handed her money and was sniffling. "Could I have a tissue?"

"Yes, Dear," passing a box to Mrs. Manoso. "Are you all right?"

Let out a little sob and blowing her nose, "Yes. I used to have one just like this but I burned it in the fireplace after my husband spanked me with it so hard I haven't been really able to sit down for two weeks because it hurt so badly. He's making me replace it with my own money," little sobs caught in her throat. "I sale baby booties I knit to earn money to help my Grandma in the nursing home. It helps to pay for her porn. I'll need to make sure I knit more since I'm using that money. I know as soon as we get back to our hotel my husband is going." Stephanie let out a loud wail not finishing her sentence.

"What, Dear?" Louise came from behind the checkout to hug the upset woman.

"To use it one me to make up for lost time. Because I haven't found one he approves of, I've had to get" wiping her tears, "ten lashes with his belt every morning before I make his breakfast. Now, I'm going to get paddled on top of that. I'm so sore down there," Stephanie rubbed her ass through her dress and winced, 'but I still have to do my wifely duties at night or I'll get more. I only put a little dent in his Porsche. You could hardly even notice it."

Louise was glaring at Ranger who watched his wife's performance from the books with a tight jaw. This one would get her an Emmy, Tony, and a Grammy award for the sound effects.

"Every one makes mistakes," the shop owner was rocking Stephanie to calm her down, "even your husband," snarling in Ranger's direction. "Wives are not property to be punished. Life is too important for minute little things."

The shop owner was soothing his wife, the same woman who he lent his Porsche to and it was blown up before being flattened by a garbage truck. That's not a minor little thing Ranger thought to himself.

"Come on, Babe," Ranger said walking over to her. "Let's go get some lunch." He wanted to get out of there before he had to make a call to Vinnie to be bailed out of jail.

Her blue eyes were downcast, "Yes, Carlos Sir," taking the package off the counter and walking to the door with a wicked grin that Louise couldn't see.

"She's a sweet woman," Louise's voice was laced with venom directed at Ranger.

"Cars can be replaced, she can't. You need help. If you need anything, I'm here, Dear."

Stephanie gave her an unsure smile, "I'll be fine," and shot a quick glance at her husband.

Ranger's jaw was set and didn't say a word until he and Stephanie were seated in a coffee shop. "That was quite a performance, Babe! Now, you have another woman thinking you can't sit down because I punish you everyday." He was seething on the outside, but chuckling on the inside at the act she put on to get a date she with her new hairbrush.

"Oh, Ranger, it's not that bad. I guess I was a little naughty back there?" She gave him an innocent smile.

"Only a little?"

"Don't get so upset. Louise knows the truth. She just played along with me to torture you."

He just stared. He couldn't believe she set the whole thing up. He considered placing a call to his lawyer to prepare him that Ranger may need some legal assistance. But how could he explain his beautiful, infuriating shrew of a wife wanted her ass warmed with her new play toy by him. He couldn't and wouldn't even try. His attorney would never believe him and be questioning his mental faculties because he was.

"Thank you," Stephanie entwined her fingers with his mocha latte ones, "I've had so much fun playing your naughty wife all weekend. I have to go back to good wife when we get back to Trenton. The sex has been earth shattering, too."

His eyebrow arched, "Thank God." Ranger went along with Stephanie's idea to add some naughty spice to their lovemaking in Point Pleasant all in the name of baby making. She was perfect in her role. "Well, I'm telling you right now, you'll get a bed time spanking and will feel that new hairbrush."

"Really?" Her eyes twinkled at the thought. Her brows immediately knitted, "I have to wait that long?"

"Yes, anticipation, Babe."

She leaned across the table, "And, the hard, wild sex I deserve?"

Ranger had to shake his head; Stephanie was his perfect woman, never missing a chance at sex. "Always."

Clapping her hands together, "Goody."

His wife was going to kill him.

While Ranger was leisurely finishing his lunch and reading the Point Pleasant Gazette, Stephanie told him she needed to buy something she forgot to pack for dinner. There was a vintage clothing store next door to the café and hopefully she would find it there.

Applying her final coat of mascara, Stephanie took one last look in the mirror. She hoped Ranger would approve of her outfit. "I'm ready, Ranger," she called stepping out into their inn suite.

Coming through the balcony store, Ranger almost tripped on the door frame. Stephanie was trying to kill him he was certain. On each side of her head, Stephanie had ponytails tied high up reminding him of ears. Her face smiling. She only had mascara and lip gloss on her face. A rounded neck white blouse with short puffy sleeves with the top two buttons open. Under it a short red, black, and white plaid pleated skirt. White stockings stopping above her knees with her black tied Mary Janes to complete her school girl outfit.

"Babe!"

Rangers did an internal chuckle and groan all at once taking in his naughty school girl of a wife for the evening. She even had on the white bikini panties with the bows under her skirt he glimpsed when she picked up her purse. He hoped he made it through dinner; his jeans were growing tight as he stood there. "Cute, Babe." He was a cradle robbing dirty Bad-Ass with a young succulent thing. With hardly any make-up on and her outfit, Stephanie he bet could pass for an eighteen year-old.

"Ready for dinner, Babe?"

Stephanie was a little shocked; Ranger was letting her go out in this outfit.

She felt naked and aroused as his eyes devoured her up and down in the elevator, "If I'm getting spanked with my new hairbrush like all those bad kids did, I want to look it." She stood there in an innocent stance with one Mary Jane tip resting on the other with her feet position slightly pigeon-toed in and wide blue eyes.

"I thought it was something like that, Babe," Ranger shook his head.

"It's my last night playing your naughty girl so I want it to be memorable."

He had to chuckle, "Oh, it will." Just wait until that wooden hairbrush connects with her young sweet school girl ass later. "Thank God," he gave a silent offering; those old ladies weren't in the lobby when they stepped off the elevator.

Walking out the lobby and strolling down the boardwalk for pizza, Stephanie's skirt swished and her pony tails swayed from her bobbing head really getting into her naughty school girl role. He wanted to punch out every male eye that did a double take at his wife. He must have been driven temporarily insane and blinded by her outfit to even let her wear it outside the hotel room.

Ranger noticed an older couple sitting across from them about Stephanie's parents' age on the dining patio. The husband kept looking over. His wife was telling him to quit looking, "Do you want to rob the cradle, too?"

That mischievous smile came on her face which Ranger interpreted as 'I going to cause trouble'. Saying loud enough, "I can't wait until we go back to our room to show you how much I'm enjoying our weekend." Stephanie licked and smacked her lips, her eyes twinkling at him and gave a quick glance at the couple whose attention was focused on her. "I going to make you SO happy, Uncle Carlos," she purred at him. Stephanie got up and took his shocked face in her hands giving him quite a lip lock with tongue. She gave a sweet smile to the even more shocked couple shrugging her shoulders, "Yummy. He will be," swaggering her ass past them to find the bathroom. Stephanie was giggling uncontrollably. That little scene will get her ass warm and rosy. She took note; her husband still had quite a hard-on since leaving their hotel room. It was so fun being Naughty Stephanie Manoso.

Ranger was still focused on his salad when his wife returned giving him her sweet innocent smile, hissing through his tight jaw "Happy?"

"Oh, yes, Uncle Carlos," nodding vigorously in a squeaky breathless voice.

His naughty, beautiful wife just about sent him over the edge of his control. He just laughed because it was all he could do, "Let's go," picking up the check to pay out front.

"Goody."

The short distance back to the hotel, Stephanie was holding his hand doing the bouncing ponytail thing again being the adorable naughty student. He groaned seeing Clara and Vi sitting on their usual spot.

"Hi, Clara. Hi, Vi," Stephanie bounded over to them.

"Hello there," the sisters chimed together.

"I was hoping to see you. Carlos and I leave tomorrow to go home to Trenton."

"We'll miss you, Stephanie," Vi patted her hand.

Clara said, "That's where our friend, Edith, lives. We met her in Atlantic City and meet up with her a lot. She really likes to gamble."

"No, her name is Adelaide."

Ranger was getting a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach.

"That's not her name, Vi. I have it right here," Clara was pulling a cell phone out of her black patent leather pocketbook and paging through telephone numbers, "Edna Mazur, that's it."

"What a small world! That's my Grandma."

"You're the Stephanie she always talks about. She's a hoot."

"It was so funny. She got some old guy named Harvey in the back of her tour bus a couple of weeks ago," Clara was snickering, "after she gave him a little blue pill. The EMS had to come; it got his pacemaker out of rhythm so they had to take him to the hospital."

"That's Stephanie's grandmother. Babe, I'm going to get the elevator."

"OK, Sweetheart," blowing her husband a kiss, "Carlos and I are trying to have a baby. That's why I'm dressed like this and I made up the story about the panties," Stephanie whispered to them.

The old ladies patted her hands. "Your Grandma gave us a heads up," Clara reassured her.

"Dear," Vi said loudly, "A girl has to do what a girl has to do when a man passes a certain age to get his libido fired up. Go for it."

"Thank you," skipping to the elevator where her husband was waiting.

Ranger was looking down with a stern look at his wife, "You are so in trouble, you little Jezebel."

"I was a little naughty, huh?" Big innocent blue eyes peering up at him.

Hoisting her over his shoulder walking to their room, "A little! Try a lot!" He did his large Ranger strides, turned the key to unlock the room door, and deposited Stephanie in the corner where she was before, "Stand here and think about the spanking you have coming, Bad Girl!" He was trying not to smirk at her giggling in the corner.

"How long do I have to stand here?"

He watched her wiggle her skirt for about five excruciating minutes as his jeans just got tighter, "Go get the hairbrush," Ranger growled watching his wife make a dash for the bathroom.

She came darting out after he heard flushing coming from the bathroom. It was good she went now, because he intended to draw this 'punishment' out for a long while making her just as crazily horny as Ranger was all through dinner and now back in their room. Standing in front of him where he sat on the bed, her head bent, lips pouty, and he feet crossed at the ankles, "Here, Ranger. I was naughty and should be punished," holding out the oak hairbrush.

"Yes, you were very naughty twice today and a half downstairs just a few minutes ago," guiding her across his lap, "First, in the antique story with the little performance regarding the punishments you received for denting my Porsche. My Porsche was blown up if you remember," his hand was rubbing small circles on her skirt and tapping her lightly twice, and then resumed his rubbing.

"Well, the garbage truck did dent it."

"Hush, Naughty Wife! I'm in charge here," the disciplinarian told her. "And then at dinner, you made it appear I was a man who was paying for the services of a young girl. Just now, there was a hint that my male sex drive isn't up to par. It is and will be later tonight."

Stephanie giggled, "It was priceless the looks on the faces of that couple. You were quite surprised, too."

He gave her a swat, "Quiet, you're being admonished for all your wickedness. Babe, you were beyond bad. So, since there were two and a half incidents, you will become acquainted with your hairbrush now and reacquainted tomorrow morning before we leave so you feel your punishment all the way to Trenton," his voice was rough, but he was grinning from ear to ear when she couldn't see him.

"Really?" She was shocked and delighted all at once looking at a stoic Cuban man.

Ranger lifted her skirt up and tucked it in the waistband, "Yes," spanking her lazily over her white clad orbs. He cupped his hand so it made light contact and had a light 'THUMP' over her entire ass as he went. "Such a naughty girl," giving a slight stinging open handed smack causing Stephanie's "Mmmmm's", to pitch. He caressed away the smarting and continued his light motions over her panties. A palm made its way down covering her center finding the panties wet. A loud moan escaped when he massaged her opening through the satiny fabric. Another "Oh' when a long finger slithered through her wetness to enter her.

Stephanie was goo laying there lost in the sensations her husband was creating over her skin and inside her. She came back to reality when she felt the silky material sliding down her legs stopping at her knees. The cool air conditioning giving her goose bumps on her warmed skin. She felt the tap of the wood on a cheek. It felt solid, smooth, and cool. The light pats thumped on her skin in no particular pattern. Two smacking ones in the roundness of each cheek caused her 'Oh' to rise and a warm mocha latte hand was rubbing the tingle from the spots. Fingertips were tracing her opening, then up to her hard clip soliciting a loud moan and a slight tremor. Two fingers reversed their pattern and slipped inside her opening. Stretching part inside her, she felt pull. "Oh, God, that feels so good! They slipped out the way they came leaving her suspended in the building excitement.

Ranger chuckled sucking the nectar off his fingers. Stephanie's need for release burning inside her he knew, "You can't cum until your spanking is over."

"You, Bastard!" Her clenched fists striking his legs

Ranger's response was a stinging smack of the hairbrush on a pink cheek which he immediately kissed the biting sensation away.

"Aaah, your lips feel good."

He began building the intensity of the next few hits on his target, then backing down to light taps. A new growing wet spot was covering his jeans. With each harder smack, Stephanie let out a loud "Ah," arching her back slightly. From the slow administration of her punishment, he watched the pinkness begin to glow over her entire ass with the random application of the hairbrush. Next was a series of slow, harder slaps so the sting would be felt settling into her ass. When Ranger noticed Stephanie's body relax as the prickle was letting up, he landed another. Her moans of "Oh" and "Ah" were airy pants. Caressing her skin, the heat was building. His fingers were coated with her sweetness when they continually entered and receded in a slow rhythm.

"Please, Ranger," moaning in a crackling whisper, "I need to cum!"

Her nails were jagging him through his jeans in desperation attempting to hold off the explosion to come. Ranger knew Stephanie couldn't last much longer. He bent down so he was close her ear telling in a hushed tone, "Soon, Babe. Soon. Your punishment is almost over. You teased and tormented me today, this last part of your punishment your ass is going to appreciate your new hairbrush."

Stephanie's glazed eyes of simmering arousal looked at him seeing his smart ass smirk relishing in the power he had. He was the tormenter now.

"Should I stop?"

Her ass was a mass of warm tingles and slow burns. Her pussy was aching to be stretched, to be filled completely by Ranger in a way that no other man could. She had been his torturer and now she wanted to be the tortured, finishing what she started. Her release was held captive just out of reach and only her husband could unleash. Hissing with need, "Fuck No!"

Ranger saw her hunger. Stephanie was raw, desperate like one in the desert parched for water. "Babe, you're sure?" Dragging out her sweet agony.

"Fuck yes."

"THACK!" She felt the contact of the cool wood on her warm flesh inflaming her skin from the intensity. Crying out, "Yes!" Barely getting the word out before the next exquisite sting. Each delicious strike created by her husband biting into her tender ass was welcome by Stephanie, the throbbing diverging into bliss. Her body alive with aching pleasure Ranger was giving her. "Yeeeees!"

He watched Stephanie's body reacting to the first sharper swat. Once the "THACK!" registered, Stephanie imperceptibly came up off his legs letting the sting work through her, riding the wave, screaming out her acceptance. The next piercing strikes Stephanie's body anticipated and instinctively reared to meet them, receiving it and the throe following fading into pleasure. The hairbrush dropping after a "THACK" that seemed to surge pleasure through Stephanie. Witnessing Stephanie tonight was hypnotic to Ranger, she was his erotic dream.

"Babe," Ranger's breathing heavy, "are you alright?"

She couldn't speak. Her body riding out the last waves of converging ache and pleasure. Where one sensation ended and the other began she couldn't tell. Shimmering blue eyes told Ranger what she couldn't speak.

Finally, "Wonderful."

Somewhere between being lifted off Ranger's lap and feeling the canopy bed sink from her weight, Stephanie's naughty school girl uniform was clustered on the floor with Ranger's clothes. Her body calming from her 'punishment', but she was still shackled to the need within her waiting for release. A strong supporting hand on her stomach, she was on her hands and knees waiting for Ranger so both could surrender their burning desire.

Sensing her smoldering lust along with his which couldn't be tamed no longer, Ranger with one forceful thrust was inside Stephanie. Their moans mimicking each other savoring their connection. Her hips lunging back while Ranger lunged forward so he was deep within Stephanie coercing her explosion within as Ranger was gripped, locked where he wanted to be giving her his seed. Their individual tremors of release the other felt and shared rocking to their cores, but their mating made them one. The calling out of each other's names was lost within the walls.

Neither said a word as the force between didn't need any. Stephanie was resting against her husband, eyes closed relishing in the strong body behind her, arm draped around his neck. His hands cupping her breasts and kissing her neck while still embedded inside her.

"Open your eyes, Babe."

Opening her eyes, Stephanie saw their reflection in the mirror on the wall. Their bodies had sheen, her hair wild with a 'just fucked' messiness. Her arm still draped around her husband's neck. A large mocha latte hand splayed over her breasts with hints of her painted roses peeking between fingers. His other hand over her lower rose. She could feel Ranger growing inside her as she watched Ranger's fingers opened her cleft. What caught her eye was the dew dripping from her center and shimmer on her thighs, a remnant of their lovemaking. Her breath stilled when he caught her sensitive nub with feather light touches. Her body twitching with a mind of it's own from the arousal Ranger was building in her again.

"Nothing is more beautiful than watching your orgasm," he whispered watching Stephanie in the mirror writhe against him. His fingers moving gently over clit bringing about another release. "Go with it, Babe."

Her body tensed against Ranger, her head back on his shoulder, the release tremoring through her body from the uncurl of her toes to the ungripping hold around his neck to the cry escaping her lips. Her body was sated.

"You do wonderful things to me," she sighed contentedly lying in his arms.

"What I make of my hands or body for you, I give with my heart only to you, Babe."

Snuggling closer, "I know, I've felt every loving swat."