As he entered their front door he could hear her in the bedroom, "Betty where are you, I'm back."

She was startled and anxious about his arrival, she didn't know how he would react to her surprise for him. "I'm in the bedroom sweetums, if you're alone come on in."

As Billy entered their bedroom he saw it, Betty standing there in front of him buck-naked. "Billy I've got a surprise for your birthday, come on over her and sit down on the bed and unwrap your present."

She was so pleased with herself for getting the tattoo that she could hardly keep from turning around right then. But she wanted it to be a complete surprise and she just stood there while he walked over and sat down on the bed.

Betty turned around as he sat down and he could see a large piece of wrapping paper taped over her upper backside. "Well open it, take off the paper and see the surprise."

Billy peeled the tape off and removed the paper to see on her upper backside one snake tattoo. He was stunned, she had gotten a tattoo on her ass. He reached up and fingered the snake's head. It was real all right. What had she done. She had mutilated her body, put graffiti on his pride and joy, her lovely and curvaceous body. A tear began to form in his eye. Her body was now ruined, like a Picosos' with a knife cut ripped through it.

As Betty stood there and showed him their new tattoo on her bottom, Billy's eyes crossed and he shook his head from side to side. He just couldn't believe that she had gotten the tattoo. What he wondered was he to do about it. Then he realized what his decision must be in relation to that tattoo. She couldn't see his reaction of course, as she was facing away from him. Her nice plumb ass sticking out for his inspection. He fingered it from the head down to the upper crack of her ass.

He stood up and walked over to the bureau and picked up Betty's wooden hairbrush. The one his mother in-law had given him to use in just this situation. She had turned to face away from him thinking he wanted to observe the tattoo from a distance. But to her horror he didn't. "Well sweetums what do you think of it, isn't it great." She wiggled her ass from side to side, showing it off to him. She had a smile on her face from ear to ear. She was so proud of what she had done. But he wasn't proud at all, he was outraged.

He could remember about a month before they here married, Brenda, Betty's mother, had given him the hairbrush and told him that he was marrying a very obstinate young lady and he may need to use the hairbrush often. When he said it wasn't right for a man to beat a woman, his future mother in-law told him how her husband had used that very same hairbrush on her backside on many an occasion over the preceding 25 years.

Betty had been flabbergasted that her mother would even suggest such a thing to her husband to be. Billy and Betty had had a big laugh over it. He had even playfully put her over his knee that night and given her several whacks on her girdle with it, before making mad passionate love.

But now it would all come to pass.

When he got back to the bed he put the brush down behind him and out of her view. "Betty my love sit down on my knee like a good little girl, daddy has something that he has to do to his little girl." He patted his knee softly.

"Yes Sweetums." She turned and rushed over to him and began to sit down and before she knew what had happened she found herself across that very same knee. Billy then put his right hand into her ass crack separating the two cheeks and looking very intent at the tattoo. "Betty how deep does this thing go?" He had asked her that question in a very stern voice.

She looked back at him the best she could, laying face down over his knee. "About ½ of an inch sweetums."

Billy smiled at her and shook his head from side to side in a very disapproving manner, Thc, thcing a few times. "Why did you get it baby." He again used his sternest voice that her could muster on her. The same voice that a father might use on an 8-year-old child that had just been caught stealing for the third time.

Betty grabbed his leg with her left hand to steady herself. "I wanted to surprise you for your birthday, you know how hard it is to buy you anything."

It was quite a surprise to him. He could remember back to about a week after they were married and she had originally brought up the idea of getting a tattoo. He had flatly forbidden her. He wondered what would make her think that his forbidding her was a sign for her to go ahead and get it. Nothing of course, she was just testing him to see if he had any resolve. Well he did. "Betty I think its time, after two years of marriage for the both of us to find out who is the boss in this here marriage."

She smiled at him, "Well, you are Sweetie pie." She said in her most childish voice.

I am, well then what would make you think I would want you to get a tattoo when I expressly forbade you to get one over two years age."

Billy clamped his left arm tightly over her waist. "Billy you're hurting me, let me up this minute." She was beginning to get scared about the way she was being treated.

He reached back and picked up the hairbrush, "Hurting you my dear, hurting you is only getting at what I'm about to do to my headstrong, disobedient and willful young wife. What I'm going to do to her is tan her obstinate backside until it's black and blue, or cherry red at the very least. Remember when your mother gave me this brush and what she suggested I do with it."

"No sweetums I don't," That of course was a lie, she did remember the hairbrush and how her mother had told him to use it on her backside often and whenever he thought it would do the most good for her well being.

Betty tried to get up but couldn't, now she was really starting to panic, "Billy, I I'm sorry I defied you, I promise I'll never do it again. Whatever you say is the law for me from now on, I promise." She jokingly laughed to try and calm him down.

She looked up at the hairbrush, thinking to herself, Oh mama no, "I'm sure you do remember it young lady, and I'm going to give you a good reason to keep this from ever happening again."

"Oh no Billy, don't, please don't, oh noooooo pleeeeeease." She tightened her ass muscles and waited for the inevitable to happen. She was already beginning to sniffle like she actually was an 8-year-old child.

She by now was fighting frantically to get off his knee, but to no avail. "William Jefferson Monroe you let me up this instant, do you hear me, let me up." This she said in a very agitated voice.

Billy brought his right arm up, holding the wicked hairbrush, high above his shoulder and swung it swooping down, where it landed with a loud whack on the dearest and softest part of her tender backside. "Yeeeeoooow," Betty screamed. But she'd barely finished her shriek of protest when Billy's next blow connected, this time squarely on the blubbering woman's right cheek. "Noooooo, Noooooo, this isn't right, it can't be."

"Right or not young lady, it's what's going to take place."

All Betty could think of at that moment was the fact that she was a 22 year old married woman being spanked by her loving husband, exactly like her mother had spanked her 6 years earlier and had suggested he begin doing, four years later. She was too old to be spanked, she was. "No Billy, you can't, I'm your wife not some 8-year-old child who has been caught doing something she shouldn't have. No, I'm your wife, noooooo." She had said that in the sternest manner she could conceive of. But it didn't work.

He knew she was 22, but she acted like she was 8 and like an 8-year-old is how she was going to be treated. "I know exactly how old you are, but act like an 8-year-old and like an 8-year-old your husband will treat you."

With each hot, stinging blow that Billy delivered to her squirming bottom Betty realized that he was not pleased with her behavior. He had never so much as laid an angry hand on her before. But that tattoo was too much. He was going to finally teach her who was the boss in their family and who was the wife.

Perhaps he thought, if he had done this that night, the one when his mother in-law had given him the brush in the first place, she would have learned then who wore the proverbial pants in their family. It wasn't going to be her. She was finding that out the hard way. The way many a loving wife has had to find out that eternal truth. Her man was in charge and would take her in hand whenever needed.

Betty felt the movement of air each and every time Billy lifted his arm. When the smack finally came, she let out a yeow that she thought her mother could hear 500 miles away. "Yeeeeoooow, oh no Billy, please I'm so sorry, I'll truly be good, I will, I wiiiiiill."

Betty grasped Billy's pants leg tighter and put her right hand up to her unprotected backside, trying with all determination to stop the spanking. "Noooooo, oh please no Billy. I don't deserve this, I don't." But of course neither the pleas nor the hand did any good at all.

Billy simply grabbed her wrist and moved the hand aside. "There will be no blocking this spanking, young lady. You're going to learn who is the boss in this here family."

As she was being spanked her enormous tits where giggling back and forth as she tried to get up off of Billy's knees. Billy couldn't have seen this of course. For he was to intent on landing each crack of the hairbrush in a different place on Betty's ass, that was all he could see, her bottom and that damn snakes head. Looking up at him. It seemed to be saying to him, fuck you, you are not the boss of me.

Well he was going to make sure it knew that he was in fact the boss of it.

By the seventh crack of the hairbrush she had lost all control and simply collapsed all of her weight onto Billy's knees and began to kick wildly. Billy Monroe held onto Betty quite well, continuing to whack her bottom time after pitiful time, down onto Betty's bounding seat as she screamed aloud. "No, Ouch, please Billy, please don't spank me again." Whack, "Ouch," Whack, "Ouch," Whack, "Ouch," Whack, "Ouch," Whack, "Ouch," " Whack, "Ouch." I'm sorrrrry Billy, I'm truly sorry.

Billy stopped for a few seconds and she hoped this hell was finally over, "So am I baby, so am I."

Betty sucked in another breath of air, "Oh Billy I know, I know you are the boss, my lord and master. Please Oh please stop, I promise I'll never defy you again, I promise." But she found out the hard way that the spanking wasn't over.

"Ahhhhhhh!" Betty's head jerked up, her mouth opened wide and she practically sang out her cry. Whack, "Ouch," Whack, "Ouch," Whack, "Ouch." With the rhythm of the hairbrush, spanking her cute, but sore bottom, with broad heavy strokes. Up, down, up, down, Billy's arm seemed almost mechanized as he spanked his wife. Betty's legs kicking out spasmodically in reaction to the pain. Up and down they also went. Almost in rhythm to Billy's arm.

Someone who saw the whole thing could almost set it to some musical beat.

Betty at first did not realize the ordeal was over and continued to cry and kick for another full thirty seconds. Finally she settled down into pitiful wails. Expecting at any moment her beloved husband to start it all over again.

Billy then put the hairbrush down and opened her ass cheeks to take another good look at that tattoo. She then heard through her sobs his deep and distressed sigh, as her gave her five more swats with his hand. Whack, "Ouch," Whack, "Ouch," Whack, "Ouch," Whack, "Ouch," Whack, "Ouch."

Looking at the tattoo again had only made him angrier with her. He knew that if he didn't let her up now he might go too far with her.

He released his grip on her waist and she shot up off his knee and stood before him rubbing her very sore bottom, crying and sniffling. She stomped her leg, like a petulant child "How could you, you, you animal you."

"It was something that had to be done, you needed to know who was going to be in control of this marriage for the next 60 years." She threw herself on the bed and cried some more.

Billy turned and left the room. After about 20 minutes he returned with a jar. He sat down on the edge of the bed next to her. "What are you going to do with me now, you animal."

He put his hand into the jar and brought out a glop of cream of some kind. "This Betty will help relieve the soreness of that bottom or yours. I'm going to put some on it."

As he put his hand on her bottom, she winced "This may hurt some but it's got to be done. The ointment will soothe your swollen backside and help heal it."

She lay there as he put some on each and every inch of her bottom. He was quite thorough about how and where it was put. "I'm truly sorry baby for spanking you. But it had to be done for the both of us. I will not live a lie and not being in charge is a lie to me."

As he rubbed her bottom with the ointment she tightened her ass muscles. The pain wasn't as bad as the actual spanking had been, but it was still hurting her for him to rub that ointment into her backside.

She could feel the ointment working as he rubbed it in. "After I'm finished you should lay here for a full 30 minute to let it dry. It will have to be put on twice a day."

When he was through he sat there looking at her. She was looking away from him. "I am truly sorry baby, but I had to. If you don't want me any more I'll understand. I'm going to go out for 3 hours, to let you think about it. If you're still here when I return than I know you accept what I did. If you're not here, then although I love you we can get a divorce. If you're not here I'll leave and you can return in 4 hours."

He then bent down and kissed her softly on the backside, "I love you more than anything Betty, I can only hope that you will love me and accept what I had to do to you."

There it was, she thought, what he had to do to me. That is what he said. Was she going to stay? She truly didn't know at this moment.

Once he had left she lay there and thought about what he had said to her about being the boss in their marriage. Did she truly want him to be, could she live with a man who wasn't man enough to take his disobedient wife over his knee? She knew what the answer would be. She just lay there and fell asleep with a little smile on her face. She had been testing him for two years with little tricks. She wanted to see if he really was a man. He had finally passed her test, he was.

Betty was lying there asleep when she was gently shaken awake. "Betty wake up, it's me Billy."

She didn't want him to think that he had won so she acted as if she was mad at him for spanking her. She didn't have to do much acting, she was mad at him "What do you want now, to spank me again."

She still wasn't looking at him, "No, but if that's what it'll take to get you to look at me then I can arrange just that. Now turn this way so that I can have a decent conversation with you, or." He raised his hand above her very sore bottom, "It'll be another spanking."

She turned over on her back the best she could. Her bottom scrapping against the bed sheets hurt like hell. She lay there with an ass that was aching. The salve had done it's job a bit, her bottom wasn't as sore as it should have been "Betty since you stayed I'm going to assume that you agree in principle with me being the boss and that you accept the spanking as my right."

She softly smiled up at him, "Yes Billy I do, I didn't care for that god awful spanking, but I do think that you truly had the right to give it to me." She didn't tell him that she had been testing him for over two years, but she did acknowledge his right as her husband to spank her.

"Good." He said as he handed her a piece of printed paper, "Read this out loud so that I know that you have actually read and understand it."

She took the paper from him and began to read it, "I Betty Lou Monroe being an adult and of sound mind and body. Do herewith and with full knowledge and aforethought of the facts at hand. Do give my consent and permission to my loving husband William Jefferson Monroe, to take me in hand, turn me over his knee and spank me whenever he thinks I need one, whether I actually do or not is irrelevant to the facts. He also has my fervent permission to use whatever implement he sees fit to use on my backside, as many times as he deems it necessary to use it and as often as he thinks necessary for it to be used."

She took in a deep quick breath. "Billy no, I couldn't, I can't, I won't."

He handed her the pen, "Yes you can, now sign it young lady."

As she took the pen she sighed and signed her name to it.

He then took it from her and put it into a frame and set it up on the dressing bureau draws, next to the hairbrush he had actually spanked her with. He then began to take off his cloths, "What do you think your doing."

As his pants fell around his ankles he said, "I'm going to make mad passionate love to my wife."

She coyly looked around the room, "You have another wife, because you're not going to do any such thing with me. No after that spanking I just received."

He stepped out of his pants and hurriedly removed the rest of his cloths. They where both buck-naked now. He then reached for the hairbrush and picked it up. Tapping it against his left hand, "You know baby, the wife I'm going to make love to isn't going to get another spanking, the other one is."

She quickly turned over on her back and reached out her arms to him. "The wife who doesn't want to be spanked is all ready sweetums."

He immediately put the hairbrush back down and walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge. They embraced and he immediately grabbed her breast and began by gently squeezing and play with it.

Billy then let go and mounted her, he was straddling her. "Billy lift your knee up so that I can open mine. I think that you have a better chance of getting what you want with a bulls eye to aim for."

Billy hoisted his leg up and she spread her legs. He immediately came down with his cock resting on her pussy hairs. He leaned forward and firmly shoved his swollen dick into her, but only a bit. He then lay down on top of her making sure not to crush her.

"Oh, god," Betty moaned, "This is fucking good." She hissed again. Billy's cock was now halfway in. He rammed it a little harder and it was all the way in. "Ooooooh Billy that's the way, deeper, deeper."

As he rammed his dick into her, Betty could feel her sore backside flare up and she tried to lift it off the bed, but at that moment couldn't, she had to suffer with it she figured.

"Baby, my cock is in you as far as it's going to get," He groaned out. Her fuck channel was moist, warm and tight. Betty managed to eventually push her sore ass up and he felt her cunt muscles massaging his massive pole. "Ahhhhhhh," Billy moaned. "Wh where did y you learn th that," He stammered, as his lust took over swiftly.

He rode her like one would a fine horse. He was gently on one hand and firm on the other. One must show the mare who was going to be in charge.

" I love you." Betty whispered.

" I love you too." Billy answered back. He then kissed her breasts.

Billy felt more in control of her, and he began moving his cock in and out slowly. They fell into a comfortable rhythm, his cock stroking her pussy.

Billy made sure to keep himself propped up on his arms, holding his weight, but Betty was trying to pull him down closer. He finally gave in and rested his weight on her body. He kissed her tits again as they giggled with each gyration they made. Those massive breast where gorgeous. That's the first thing he noticed about this redhead when he had first laid eyes on her.

He could feel the heat of her passion warming his massive cock. They weren't moving fast or frantically, but kept thrusting at a nice comfortable pace, savoring each stroke. Fucking Betty knowing that he was now in control of her body and soul was the most intense feeling he could ever experienced. Billy wanted to stay in her warm pussy forever.

Their breathing was deep and hard. They were pressing their bodies as tight to each other as the two of them could, concentrating on the feeling of their first fuck since the spanking. Billy could feel every pulse, every throb her hot pussy made. It must be as hot as her ass was earlier.

The two of them lay there panting in each other's ear, Betty's pussy clenching against Billy's hard cock. Every time he managed to push in to the hilt, he wanted to practically climb inside her.

Betty was moaning louder, and so was he, the speed of there thrusting picking up a little.

"It feels so good being in your pussy." Billy groaned as he fucked her bole-legged.

She came first. Clamping down on Billy's cock, Betty cried out, "I'm cumming! God, I'm cumming, aaaah, I'm cumming on your fucking cock, unnnggghhh."

"Oh fuck," Billy groaned in turn. "You're gonna make me cum as well"

Betty embraced his neck tightly and almost shouted, "No, not yet! H hold on, a, a few seconds, aaaah, oh fuck."

He squeezed her left breast just a little too hard and she squealed in pain as his fingernails dug deep into her tit. "Eeeeeee, my tit, your tearing it apart."

He released it and moved his hand down to his dick and stroked the part of it that was not inside her pussy. Then he felt her nails gently touching his member and he moved his hand back up to her nipple and fingered it. "Oh, Oh Billy, that's it, that's it, rub it gently, more, more.

Billy had to bite his lower lip to keep himself from exploding into her. He wanted to wait a little while longer, for the longer the better.

But then it happened, both at the same time cam. "Ooooooh, Betty, her it comes." "Same with me, I can't hold it." They both arched their backs and came. Both collapsing at the same time. Billy on Betty, but she didn't care, the way she felt was great. They both had smiles on the faces that would put the Cheshire cat from Alice In Wonderland to shame.

Billy eventually rolled off of her and onto his back. She in turn turned over on her stomach and slowly inched her way up so that her face was on his chest.

His hand went down to her bottom and her fingered her upper ass crack. Then it hit him, there was that snake tattoo. He swatted her once on the backside. "Ouch, what was that for."

He continued to rub the snake's head, he couldn't feel it of course, but he knew exactly where the damn thing was. "That young lady is me remembering that fuckin' tattoo, it's all I can do to keep from tanning that ass of yours all over again."

She lifted her upper body to look at him, "You wouldn't Billy, you couldn't."

"No Betty I wouldn't, but I sure could and want to very, very much. I'm not going to spank you twice for the same offense, although I very much want to. I suggest that over the next few weeks you had better be one very good young lady. For I may use any excuse to tan that ass of yours all over again for getting that damn tattoo." She lowered herself down onto him and lay there thinking about the last 5 hours.

Sitting for the next week would be a chore, one she would try to do without. But she knew that every time she did site it would hurt all over again and she would remember that spanking. But she would also remember that she was truly one lucky young woman, for she was married to the right man. A man who would take no guff from his woman and would take her in hand and do what he had to do, whether she wanted it done or not.

She eventually fell asleep in his arms, a smile on her face and one rosy red backside, throbbing with each breath she took.

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