Something About Mary

John and Mary Mumford had been married for thirty-two years, raised three children who were in college, were a pillar in the community, and were well respected in their church. John took every opportunity to brag about his wife because she was the epitome of a loving, God-fearing wife.

Mary woke up at 4:30 every morning to lay out John's clothes and make him breakfast: ham, bacon, or steak and eggs, toast, coffee, milk, and a glass of orange juice. She also prepared his lunch.

John was normally up and out of bed by 5:15 or 5:30. He'd walk into the kitchen naked and sit at the table. He'd inspect the silverware, plate, and glasses for spots, then, as Mary got under the table to admire and suck his cock, John would eat.

Mary knew that John enjoyed having his cock sucked while he ate, and she loved doing it for him. She would admire his cock, then take it slowly into her mouth, and, making sure she didn't make him ejaculate, took her time pleasing him.

Mary was thankful to John for allowing her to not only be a stay-at-home mom, but also his loving wife. Mary took pride in her marriage, home, and their children, not a sinful pride, mind you, but she was proud of her children and how they'd turned out.

John was proud of Mary and her ability to know what was right. She knew John worked hard and had provided for her and the family for over three decades. She also knew that John was the head of the household. She took care of the house, and he saw to it that she was well rewarded.

After breakfast, John would get up from the table and walk to the bedroom. Mary was always right behind him. Mary would sit at the edge of the bed, and John would place his cock into Mary's waiting mouth. This had been the routine for years.

Mary knew the drill. When John tapped her shoulder, that meant she needed to lie down and spread her legs. John was a stockily built man and had an above-average-sized cock. Mary was fit and took good care of herself.

Once between Mary's legs, John usually pounded his cock deeply into Mary's shaved vagina for at least ten minutes before ejaculating into her. Once he came, John would pull out and place his cock back into Mary's mouth so that she could enjoy the taste of their juices.

After their morning sex session, John showered, and Mary gargled and rinsed her mouth, cleared the breakfast table, and put John's lunch near the front door. After he dressed, John would kiss Mary, thank her for breakfast, and leave for work.

When John left, Mary's normal routine was to eat breakfast, shower, wash, dry, and put away the dishes, and wash, dry, iron, and put away laundry. She also attended women's Bible study on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. She and John both attended Church on Sunday morning, Sunday evening, and Wednesday evening.

Mary was a modest woman who never wore makeup or anything revealing outside of the house. None of her dresses had low-cut necklines, and they showed little more than her forearms and calves.

What John loved most about Mary was her ability to recognize her limitations, her avoidance of excessive materialism, and that she didn't give in to erratic emotions.

Mary asked for little and was content with her life and what she had. She was a gentle spirit, spoke softly, never talked badly about John, never gossiped, never argued, and was always supportive of John.

Mary wasn't what you'd call a trad-wife because she had no online presence; her life was private and shared only with John and her children.

John worked as a resource coordinator for Focus on the Family. The men John worked with knew Mary well from everything John had told them. He bragged often about everything Mary did for him and how often they had sex.

Even after thirty-two years of marriage, Mary still looked good. She ran ten miles a day and watched what she ate. She wanted to be a woman John would and could desire well into their golden years.

Mary enjoyed sex with John and was always willing to please him in any way he desired. Mary knew that sex was part of God's design for marriage, and a primary way to feel deeply connected, loved, and desired by her husband.

When John was away from home and was asked where Mary was, he'd pull out his phone, pull up his app, and he could tell where Mary was at any given moment. He didn't track her because he didn't trust her; he felt comfortable knowing where she was at all times.

Beyond housework, running, and Bible study, Mary also liked going to the library and the art museum. She also liked helping out when the church gave away food to the poor.

Mary kept a close watch on the time because she knew that John got home at 5:20 every weekday, and she had to have dinner ready for him. Because John didn't like many processed foods, Mary made almost everything from scratch. Therefore, she normally had to be home by 3:30 every day.

When John got home, he'd undress, then sit at the dinner table naked. As she did every morning while John ate breakfast, Mary did the same at dinner. She'd be naked when he got home, serve him dinner, then get under the table, admire his beautiful cock, and suck it while he ate.

Mary normally ate while she was cooking John's dinner because she knew that after John ate he'd want sex, and she'd be more than willing to do whatever he asked of her in the bedroom.

Everything Mary knew about sex she learned from John because he'd been the only man she'd ever had sex with. She knew that John enjoyed getting his cock sucked and having vaginal intercourse with her, but he also enjoyed anal sex at times. The first few times were painful, but in time Mary grew to enjoy anal sex as much as John did, maybe more.

The first time John asked for anal sex, Mary wasn't sure what to do other than let her husband show her what he wanted. At first, it was a total failure because, although John's cock was fully erect and Mary wanted to please him, John couldn't get his cock in Mary's ass.

Mary pulled open her cheeks, and John spit on his cock, but nothing worked until Mary suggested they try something to lube her up. Mary got the Crisco out of the kitchen, and John spread a generous amount of it around and inside of Mary's ass hole.

Even when Mary's ass was lubed up, John still had some trouble getting his cock inside of her. He told Mary to relax and just let his cock slide into her, and she did her best. Eventually, the head of John's cock popped inside her ass, and the rest is history.

John didn't want anal sex every night, but he wanted it often, and because Mary had learned to enjoy it as much as, if not more than, John, she often requested it.

Commonly, John lay on the bed as Mary sucked his cock, then he'd get between her legs and fuck her missionary. John was an aggressive lover, and Mary didn't mind. She liked John when he was that manly.

There were times when John would have Mary ride his cock, which Mary always enjoyed. Then either John or Mary would suggest anal sex. John's cock was always stiffer when he got to fuck Mary anally.

What Mary liked most about anal sex was that for days afterward, any time she tightened her sphincter muscle, it felt like John's cock was still in her.

John was normally good for two to three rounds when they had sex, and he always came a lot. Mary knew she was blessed.

One specific day, while John was eating lunch, he noticed that his shoe was untied. Pulling his foot up to rest it on his other leg, John noticed a three-inch double crease on the bottom of his left pant leg just above the cuff.

Mary was usually very careful, making sure that John's clothes were perfectly pressed. That day, John noticed where Mary had been negligent. This was unacceptable. John knew he couldn't just let something like that go.

John immediately texted Mary, telling her not to make him dinner because he had other plans. John wondered how many of his coworkers had noticed the double crease before he did.

When John got home, Mary met him at the door wearing pigtails, Mary Janes, thigh-high socks, a pleated, plaid mini skirt, and a thin white blouse unbuttoned to her naval. John glared at her and pointed. "Look at the bottom of my pant leg, just above the cuff." "Look at it!" John said, his voice raised. Mary knelt before him and noticed a second crease at the bottom of John's pant leg.

"I'm so sorry," Mary pleaded, "Please forgive me."

John looked at Mary, displeased and disappointed. "Do you realize that by being so careless, you single-handedly destroyed my credibility? I brag about you every day, and then you do this."

"I'm so sorry," Mary said again.

"Yeah," John said. "I know you are."

John put out his hand and helped Mary to her feet; he then grabbed one of Mary's pigtails and dragged her to the bedroom.

John sat at the edge of the bed, then said to Mary, "You know I have to punish you for this."

Mary lowered her head. "I know."

Mary lay across John's lap, and he raised her skirt, revealing that she wasn't wearing panties.

John asked, "Are you ready?"

"Yes, John, I'm ready to take my punishment."

John looked at Mary's exposed ass cheeks, smiled, then raised his hand.

SLAP!

Mary winced.

John had left a handprint.

John raised his hand again and again, and each time it landed harder.

Mary kicked her feet as John's hand left marks on her buttocks.

John stopped when he realized that Mary had started giggling.

"You think this is funny?"

Mary tried to stop giggling.

John told Mary to stand up, turn around, put her feet together, and lean on the bed.

John stood up, walked to his closet, and took down the cane he had hanging there. To a casual observer, the cane looked like a white twenty-one-inch long, 1/4 inch thick, plastic dowel with a wooden handle, but the part that looked like a dowel was Delrin, a polymer plastic that is able to withstand the roughest use.

John flicked his wrist, and the cane made a swishing sound as it cut through the air. Mary tried to mentally and physically prepare for what was about to occur.

John stood to Mary's side, then lightly tapped Mary's bottom. Mary chuckled, which made John deliver a fast, stinging sensation to the back of her upper thigh just below her rump.

Mary yelped.

"Is that funny?" John asked.

No, John," Mary said. "That hurt!"

"As it should," John said as he struck Mary a second time.

Mary gripped the sheets and groaned. Her thighs felt like they were on fire, and she was sure that the cane had left welts.

"It's not funny now, is it, Mary?"

Mary shook her head and gritted her teeth.

"Maybe you should have thought of that before you decided to destroy my credibility," John said as the cane struck the bottom of Mary's ass cheeks.

Mary shrieked and tightly closed her eyes.

"Have you learned your lesson yet?" John asked.

"I have, John! I have!"

John shook his head. "I don't think you have."

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

Red welt lines formed on Mary's rump and upper thighs.

The stinging sensation Mary experienced was overwhelming; the pain was so intense.

John told Mary to turn and sit on the edge of the bed.

Mary turned slowly, sat gingerly on the bed, and looked at John with tears in her eyes.

"You know you deserved that, don't you, Mary?"

Mary nodded.

John leaned toward Mary, pushed down on her thighs, and kissed her.

Mary whimpered as she tried to kiss John back. He'd just whipped her, and he was trying to kiss her while applying more pressure to the wounds he'd inflicted upon her, expecting Mary to kiss him as if nothing had happened.

Sensing Mary's hesitation, John demanded that she get on her hands and knees on the bed. John took off his shirt, shoes, pants, and underwear. His cock was fully erect. He got on the bed behind Mary and positioned his cock for entry into her pussy.

In one motion, John's cock was fully inserted into Mary's vagina, his thighs slapping against hers, causing Mary to wince from the pain yet moan from the pleasure.

John grabbed Mary's pigtails and pulled. "You've been a very bad girl, Mary."

"Yes, I have, John!" Mary cried out.

John slammed his cock into Mary repeatedly, his thighs slapping against hers, her head pulled back by her pigtails.

"Oh, John!" Mary screamed. "I can't take it anymore. Cum in me!"

John eventually came, flooding Mary's vagina. Mary fell forward and attempted to breathe.

Mary turned to her side and looked at John. "I'm not going to be able to sit for a couple of weeks. I'm sure you left blisters and welts."

John lay down next to Mary, smiled, and said, "You deserve it."

Mary smiled and kissed John passionately. "Yes. I did deserve it, and you were wonderful."

John lightly put his hand on the back of Mary's upper thigh. "Oh, yeah. I can feel them."

Mary giggled. "Me too."

"I love you so much," John said.

Mary reached back and felt the welted stripes on her thighs. "It shows."