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update jan 15 - 2010
Another story by Jake Olive | story index
MM/f, D/s, n/c reluc, humil, spank
Melissa: Big City Girl
by By: Jake Olive©
part1
Authors note: The story and characters are entirely fictional. This is my first
attempt at this type of work. Please provide any feedback to: jkolive47@gmail.com
Something really had to be done with Melissa. Here Paul was on what should have been
the greatest day of his life and he had a problem; What to do about Melissa. Paul
Stanford was by all accounts a successful young man. Only 27, his quick mind and
ease of leadership had made him one of the fastest rising executives in the Midwest.
This morning, he had been called into the Regional President’s office and he was
told that he was being promoted. The company was going to be transferring him to New
York City. Of course the promotion meant more money, but even more importantly, it
put him on track to succeed the CEO of his growing international company. Few who
knew Paul doubted his rise to CEO, Everyone at corporate knew the Midwest wouldn’t
keep him for long. Paul loved the Midwest but he also knew at some point he would
have to leave it. And yet here he was, on a day that should have been about
celebration, and Paul drove home thinking only about what to do with Melissa. Paul
had married Melissa right out of college. She was only 19 but she was also the most
beautiful girl in town. She was 23 now and in some ways he had outgrown her.
Melissa Stanford was a contradiction; on one hand she was still horribly immature and on the
other she was bright and could show great resolve if it suited her purpose. In the
end however, immaturity was her resounding feature. Paul had hoped she would grow up
and he was disappointed at her lack of progression. She was an only child and her
parents had spoiled her horribly. Her daddy’s money, her great looks and then
Paul’s job had made it all very easy for Melissa to never leave childhood. She never
went to college, she was incapable of saving money, she made poor choices and she
was professionally a bit of an embarrassment to Paul. When he was required to bring
her to work related events, he would often catch his peers rolling their eyes at her
and looking at each other knowingly. The other wives would talk to Melissa as if she
were a child. When Melissa was engaged in conversation she rarely strayed far from
celebrity gossip, reality TV and the things that educated people typically tend to
find below their station. Nobody at work took her seriously. The other problem that
Paul had with Melissa was that she had grown increasingly pretentious based solely
on Paul’s career success. Paul had an ease of manner and a command of leadership
that well exceeded his 27 years. Melissa however tended to act as if a member of the
social elite because of her marriage to Paul. It had been yet another embarrassment
to him and he thought that New York City would only amplify this problem. Nobody
liked a woman who didn’t know her place, and in spite of his success; Paul needed a
sweet and unassuming wife. Paul thought about his problem hard, but he knew in his
heart it was only a problem because he loved Melissa.
Paul Stanford was a naturally gifted strategic thinker. He knew instinctively that
this would be the best time to leave her. He would obviously meet beautiful woman
in New York and he could easily afford to send her alimony back in Missouri. They
had bought the house with money he had made in bonuses and Paul did not mind giving
it to her. His best earning years were in front of him he was very sure. Paul and
Melissa had no kids and he knew that leaving her before he took the new job would
definitely be best. Paul was at a crossroads in his life and he knew it. These are
the kind of times that great leaders make hard decisions. Paul was just such a
leader. These were the thoughts that were on his mind as he turned into the
driveway on Tuesday night. Paul entered the house and was immediately met by his
wife. He had made a mistake by calling her with the news of his promotion and he
was quickly forced to face it. Melissa talked for five minutes about New York, she
talked about living in Manhattan, buying an apartment, Central Park and of all the
people she had already told of Paul’s promotion to the big city. Paul listened to
her then said unexpectedly and with great resolve, “ I have decided to go to New
York City without you. Your attitude and your immaturity are something I can no
longer tolerate.” Melissa stood motionless and stared at her husband. Melissa was
immature, but her mind also moved fast and she was quickly running through her
options. Paul continued, “Melissa, the success I have had is due to both
recognizing opportunity and seeing things as they truly are. I love you but I can
no longer have your immaturity in my life.” Paul walked to the wet bar to made a
drink. “If I must leave you behind, now is the time to do it.” Paul took a long
drink and watch his tough words strike his very young wife. “I will see a lawyer
tomorrow and have a settlement drawn up. It will be fair, you may have the house
and I will pay you a good monthly sum. You can have a lawyer look at it before I
leave for New York City thirty three days from now.” Melissa stared at her husband
in horror. Tears began to creep down her cheeks. She understood Paul well and was
and she knew he was being very serious. She had been married to him for four years
and had seen his cool emotional detachment before, but she had never been on the
wrong end of it. Melissa Stanford was facing down a man she knew well; and she was
scared. Paul Stanford had given her everything but he was also a man who was
capable of taking everything away.
As Melissa stood crying in her kitchen she understood quickly that this meant
everything in her life would change. She knew she would have a house and some money
but she would be little more than an uneducated girl from eastern Kansas who was
once married to a big shot. This was not a reality she was prepared to face. Her
mind whirled as she looked for the right words. Melissa stood just a little over
five foot three inches tall. She was 23 years old and physically; she was in the
prime of her youth. She was in great shape, she had small (B cup) breasts that
were well formed and quite nice. Melissa’s also had a round and well muscled butt
that came more from good genes than any hard time at the gym. Her light brown hair
surrounded a face perfectly formed, she had full lips and big brown eyes. Her great
beauty was one of many reasons that she never grew up; she never had to. But
Melissa’s good looks were not helping her now as she looked at her husband. Melissa
wanted Paul, she wanted New York City and at 6:52 in the evening on a Tuesday in
late September everything was unexpectedly on the line. “I will change” Melissa
said without emotion. “ I will be who you need me to be, I will grow up however you
feel I must.” There was a long pause while Paul looked at his wife. Melissa finally
said, “no bullshit.” Paul mixed a second drink. Her response had reminded him very
clearly of the respect he had for her in spite of her overall lack of maturity. He
knew he married her very young and he acknowledged that he played a role in
allowing this to continue for so long. “Let me think about what that really means.
We can talk tomorrow” Paul said finally. He poured the rest of his drink down the
sink and walked from the house. He would be gone all night.
Paul drove to the Sheraton out by the sports complex and checked in. While he knew
he could leave her and never look back (much), he wondered if he had underestimated
Melissa. He had dinner in the room and watched the late news. Melissa didn’t try to
call his cell phone once. Paul respected that, it showed a little maturity. He
spent a fitful night thinking about his future and thinking about Melissa….no
bullshit.
Wednesday night Paul came home. He and Melissa went out on the back deck to talk.
Melissa had spoken with a lawyer earlier in the day and she learned what she had
already known. She could probably keep the house and get a decent amount of cash
from Paul but that is not at all what she wanted. Paul had already said he would
give her the house anyway. Melissa wanted Paul, she wanted the shopping, the hair
salons, the vacations, the nail places, the tanning beds and she wanted to live in
New York City. Paul was correct, Melissa was pretentious and she knew she would fit
in New York City beautifully. Plus she had already bragged to her friends that she
was going. How could she tell them that her husband left her and went to New York
to start a new life without her. Melissa was too proud for that, she was ready to
strike a deal at almost any cost; if only he would make that possible. “I have
thought about my role in your maturation process and I have decided to give you a
chance to make a change” Paul said as he was taking a seat on the patio. Relief
flooded through Melissa, she knew it was very possible she could have lost the
whole game right here in the first frame.” I will grow up and be the woman you want
me to be” she said with a happy determination. “you are the woman I want, but I
need you to grow up fast” Paul said evenly. “I will leave for New York City thirty
days from Saturday. I am going to use those days both to evaluate your behavior and
to help you grow.” Paul looked directly at his wife. Melissa looked directly back.
“I expect your behavior and your attitude to change. I am tired of the shallow
pretentious woman you remain at 23, I need you to grow up Melissa.” “You won’t be
disappointed in me.” Melissa said with great relief. “we will begin on Saturday”
Paul said to his wife. “Bring it on big man.” Melissa said playfully. Paul tried
not to smile but lost the battle. Melissa rose and moved toward Paul. She dropped
softly to her knees, removed his cock from this suit pants and began to warmly give
him a blowjob. Paul tilted his head back and looked at the boundless Missouri sky.
“She may have a chance” he thought to himself. He then watched his pretty young
wife suck his cock while he finished his drink. “but she better be willing to
change, thought Paul…...no bullshit.”
By Saturday Melissa had resolved herself to put up with Paul’s plan to change
her behavior. She was unsure of what Paul intended to do but she knew she really
didn’t have any choice. They would leave in thirty days and she could leave this
cow town forever and move to New York City. She still loved Paul and felt
confident that she could get through this and her marriage and her future
happiness would be saved.
The first day of Melissa’s rehabilitation began like any other. She went shopping
and then had lunch with her friends at the Plaza. At about 4:00 Paul told her to
tidy up the house and take a shower, he said that they would have a visitor
stopping by early in the early evening. He did not provide her any guidance on how
she was to dress and he did not tell her what to expect. She knew that Paul’s
attempt to change her behavior may be ready to begin. She cleaned the house, took a
quick shower and decided on a pair of jeans and a simple white tee shirt. At 6:00,
she was upstairs watching TV when she heard the doorbell ring. Soon after Melissa
could hear the sound of a second male voice coming from downstairs in her entry
hall. “Melissa, could you come down here please?” she heard Paul call after a
couple of moments. She felt a knot in her stomach as she moved towards the stairs.
From the top of the staircase she could see a man that she recognized. The tall
male standing near her front door was a man that worked at the local supermarket.
She certainly did not know his name but she had seen him working at the store many
times “Does he want me to work at the grocery store? God, how humiliating would
that be,” Melissa thought. She descended the stairs with as much dignity and grace
as she could muster. “Honey, this man’s name is Mike Hayward and he has agreed to
help us.” Melissa shook the man’s large hand and they moved toward the living room.
Once they were all seated, Paul began, “Melissa, I have explained our problem to
Mike and we have discussed his role in helping you change your behavior.” Melissa
blushed slightly. “As you might know, Mike works in the produce department at the
grocery store right down the hill from our house. Mike and I had a long discussion
on Thursday over at the store and he has told me he is very familiar with dealing
with girls like you who have grown up without any real discipline. Together he and
I have developed a plan that will be part of the maturation process that you and I
discussed on Wednesday.” Melissa sat there numbly listening to what her husband was
saying. “ Mike is going to come by our house every morning at 6:30 am, just before
his regular work shift begins and he is going to spank you.” Melissa was suddenly
so overwhelmed by what Paul said that she sat frozen. He continued, “As a
department manager, he works every day but Sunday and I think it is best if we keep
your discipline lessons on a regular schedule. I will typically be here when he
conducts your morning spanking but if I must work early or go out of town then I
will expect your daily spankings to continue without any break.“ Floored by Paul’s
words, Melissa finally spoke, “Are you seriously suggesting that the man from the
grocery store come by my house everyday and spank me?” Melissa said weakly, “I am
not suggesting it, I am mandating it as a part of the rehabilitation of your
attitude. You were never held accountable as a child and I think it will be very
worthwhile for you to receive the kind of discipline other children received as
they grew up. Mike here has been good enough to agree to provide you the discipline
that your father did not. I believe it will result in humbling you quite nicely.”
Mike sat rooted to his seat afraid to do or say anything that might stop this
fantasy from proceeding. His heart was in his throat as he listened to Paul speak,
he looked only sparingly at Melissa. Paul had good command in front of a group and
Mike was dutifully playing his role in this strange meeting. When Paul had
approached Mike at the store he was naturally suspicious of his story. Paul had
very professionally spoke of the needing an older man to teach his wife a lesson
and while Mike had doubts about Paul on Thursday, he was losing those doubts
rapidly. Mike was 52, divorced and he lived with his younger sister in a small
trailer forty five minutes from town. Mike obviously felt his prospects for ever
touching a nubile young woman like Melissa had long since vanished. But here he was
sitting in the middle of an odd drama that may put this pretty brunette over his
lap. Mike Hayward was awash with a strange and surging lust. His instincts told him
this could actually happen. He had seen Melissa many times at the store but he
never could imagine he might see her naked, much less spank her ass. When Paul
spoke next, Mike stole a quick glance at Melissa and could tell by the look on her
face that she may be powerless to stop her spanking from occurring. Paul continued
on, “you are to meet Mike at the front door daily, move a kitchen chair into the
living room, remove all your clothes and climb over his knee. The front blinds are
to remain open as they are now, if our neighbors wonder why the man from the store
comes by, we should allow them to see. I have asked Mike to spank you between
twenty five and fifty times or as he sees fit. After he is done, you are then to
thank him, walk him to the door, kiss him on his cheek and tell him goodbye. Only
after he is gone may you again get dressed.
This part of your rehabilitation will last for the entire thirty day period we discussed.
I have told Mike that if he wants to bring a friend or someone over to watch your spankings
he may, but for the first week I prefer him to come alone. I want to get your discipline
sessions off to a good start and feel it would be best if neither of you are distracted until we
get a good solid routine going. He also may take a few pictures of you after your
spankings. This will be for his personal use and he will do with these pictures as
he wishes. You will continue to shop at Mike‘s store. He will likely discuss this
situation with people at the store and he will probably share the pictures he takes
of you with some of them. This will be an important part of humbling you and
forcing a change in your overall attitude.“ Melissa felt ill. She had thought she
could submit to her husbands demands but had no idea that this is what he had in
mind. She thought maybe if she cut back on the shopping and the television he might
be satisfied, but this? seriously? “OK, I think the best time to begin is now” Paul
said with an easy and practiced command. “ Melissa, go get Mike a chair from the
kitchen and return to us.” Melissa rose slowly not knowing if she would be able to
continue forward. She walked into the kitchen and came back dragging a hard backed
chair. She left it in the middle of the room. “Melissa, please remove all your
clothing.” She looked imploringly at her husband in one final effort to make this
stop. He looked back at her blankly. Paul knew the beauty of the body she was about
to reveal and while he spoke coolly and evenly, he could hardly wait to see Melissa
naked in front of the grocer. He had always thought her body was like a fine piece
of art and he secretly felt that it should be seen by others so it could be
properly appreciated. He watched her open humiliation as she reluctantly unsnapped
and stepped out of her jeans. She pulled the white tee shirt over her head and
stood before the two men in a black bra and a red pair of thong panties. “Mike, why
don’t you take a seat in the chair.” Mike quickly stood from the sofa and walked
rather awkwardly to the chair. He sat down and for the first time since he arrived
and he really looked at Melissa . What he saw was a clearly distraught young woman
standing nearly naked before him. Melissa was looking only at her husband. She was
clearly overwhelmed and she was unable to fully process the other man in the room.
“It’s time for us to begin Melissa,” Paul said calmly. Melissa reached behind her
and unclasped her bra and looking downward she dropped both bra and panties to the
floor. As Mike watched the young woman remove her final articles of clothing he
felt a bolt of heat flash through his body. Of course Mike had seen beautiful young
woman before, but never a woman quite like this. Melissa’s smooth skin and firm
body had the full bloom of youth upon it. He only vaguely remembered girls shaped
like this from his early twenties. Her breasts were not as large as all the fake
breasted girls he saw often at the strip club, but they were shaped perfectly, they
were firm and they sat high on her chest pointing slightly upward as if to validate
her considerable youthfulness. Melissa’s pussy was lightly covered with dusting of
brown hair that was cut quite tightly. As the grocery clerk sat in the kitchen
chair he could not yet see her ass but the slight broadening on the front of her
hips provided him with good evidence of the treasure that may lay behind them.
Melissa looked at her husband and waited. “Melissa, lean over his lap.” Melissa
moved toward the stranger in her living room and lowered herself over the man’s
legs. She held her head low which raised her butt a little higher than she had
intended. Melissa rested stiffly on the man’s lap and waited. Mike looked at
Melissa’s bottom that now lay out before him. It was perfectly round and a little
larger than her small frame might have suggested. He looked at Paul for direction.
Paul saw his pretentious young wife spread over Mike’s lap. Her position looked
slightly uncomfortable and it appeared that she was trying to hide her face. Paul
was a man who had always been routinely able to accomplish things, yet the scene he
had constructed here surprised even him. An older man he barely knew was now
sitting in his expensive living room about to spank his naked young wife. He was
becoming aroused and he felt blood beginning to surge to his penis. As Paul began
to once again speak, Mike slowly began to caress Melissa’s young bottom. “Mike, go
ahead and start whenever you like, my wife needs to be spanked very soundly.
Melissa has never received the discipline required of a proper and courteous young
lady and she needs your help. She and I are both counting on you to help her see
her place. Melissa lay with her arms outstretched and her palms on the floor. She
could no longer see Paul and as she looked back at Mike’s white socks and black
grocery store shoes, she began to more fully consider than man that was about to
spank her. It was a heavy middle aged grocery clerk on whose lap she now lay, like
a fresh cut flower. She felt the stranger rubbing her bottom with his large and
callused hands and she waited. “Smack” Mike began suddenly and without warning,
smack, smack, smack. “My god he is really fucking spanking me” thought Melissa.
smack, smack, smack, Mike continued his work aggressively. He was surprised at how
firm her bottom was, the naturally firm muscle of a young woman’s bottom was
something quite a few years back in his memory. He felt his pace speed up and he
watched as Melissa began to squirm from side to side under his firm and steady
blows. He alternated between her checks and then watched with delight as her firm
ass danced in front of him. He continued spanking her harshly as he had been
instructed. Paul watched from beside the sofa as the spanking continued. He could
see clearly that his wife was willing to do whatever he asked in an attempt to keep
the marriage together and it encouraged him. Melissa’s current level of discomfort
and humiliation delighted him greatly. It was a nice payback for embarrassment that
her behavior had often caused him. He was getting surprisingly turned on watching
his wife’s spanking. For a quick second he thought about taking out his cock and
stoking it, but he quickly dismissed the idea as being beneath him. Paul had
decided to say nothing and leave this part of the evening to Mike. The duration of
Melissa’s discipline was at Mike Hayward’s considerable pleasure. As he watched the
hard spanking continue Melissa began to cry. Fifty five spanks in, Mike had lost
count of the spanks and he could not hear Paul’s young wife crying. Mike was now
lost in his own world and he was on the edge of losing control with Melissa. The
spanking continued unabated; smack, smack, smack, smack and after 73 spanks Mike
stopped; perhaps worn out by his own exertion. The room fell silent except for
Melissa’s sobbing. Nobody moved for at least a minute, Paul watched his naked wife
crying over the man’s lap. Mike continued to run his hand all over Melissa’s now
very red bottom and occasionally he would look toward Paul in the hope of receiving
additional instructions. “You may now get up Melissa,” Paul said as he continued to
drink in the scene. Melissa rose and stood next the man from the grocery store and
carefully wiped her eyes and nose with the back of her hand. She was now completely
unaware of her nakedness. “Mr. Hayward will be here every day with the exception of
Sundays to continue with your spankings” Paul continued. “He did an excellent job
here tonight and I think this should be representative of all your future
spankings. You need to be spanked very soundly if we are going to get you corrected
in thirty quick days. You now may walk Mr. Hayward to the door. Mike stood slowly
and made little effort to conceal the thick erection throbbing in his work pants.
The three of them walked toward the front door. It was again quiet and Mike felt
like he should say something. The rather dull man considered saying “thank you” but
it did not seem quite appropriate to him. He continued to remain silent, afraid any
action might change his luck. As they reached the entry hall, Melissa could feel
the cold tile under her feet and she was reminded of her nakedness. She decided to
try and cover her breasts as best she could, but her red bottom remained on full
display. “This may have been a little awkward tonight, but I think the two of you
guys will get into a nice routine before long. Give Mike a kiss on the check and
thank him for the spanking Melissa. You will see him again on Monday.“ instructed
Paul. She did as she was told but had to strain a bit to kiss the taller man. As
Mike leaned down for the kiss his hand accidentally brushing against Melissa’s
naked breast. He looked at Paul and said, “If you want, I can come by on Sunday’s
too. I don’t live that far away and I would be happy to spank her then.“ “That’s a
good idea Mike, this way Melissa can really get into a routine.“ “No problem man,“
Mike replied clumsily taking care not to make any eye contact with Melissa. Mike
then opened the door and walked out into the warm Missouri night. When he heard the
door shut behind him, Mike smiled broadly at his amazingly good fortune. He didn’t
understand exactly why Paul was asking him to do this, but he could always
recognize when good thing when it fell into his lap. Mike knew he needed to find
enough money to buy a digital camera. His life mission was now to do only two
things; spank little Melissa for the next thirty days and make sure he could
remember it for the rest of his life. Jerking off had been his life’s work and
Melissa would now be his crowning achievement. It was very important to this simple
man that he capture Melissa’s face and body fully. When he arrived at his car, he
took his thick cock from his pants and immediately resumed the important work he
had began long ago.
Behind the large oak door Paul held Melissa is his arms and he listened to her cry
loudly, as if she were a small child with her first real taste of discipline. He
had put her through a lot tonight but she still had much more that lay ahead of
her. A smile grew on his face as he listened to her continued cries. He was
confident that he had put Melissa on the right path and that together they were on
the way to establishing a marriage he could be proud of. It was beginning to look
like this little brown haired girl from Kansas might make it to the big city after
all.
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