Disturbing Part two

                         Disturbing

 

 

Part Two :

Mrs Tanya Ellis sat watching the television waiting for Ernie to get home, it had been a long day for him and she was hoping he would be in a pleasant mood. He had left the house at 8.30 but was back at ten before leaving for his meeting at the council offices at 4. She prayed, as he had taught her to do, for his safe return. After she said Amen she did feel a comfort.

There was comfort in the Church, she had found some new friends and her social life had grown pleasing her after all those years of working with only a rare night out because of Gemma. She finally could go out when she liked. Well as long as Ernie approved. She didn’t speak of the other side of her marriage. None of her church friends did. But according to Ernie, and he had known them a lot longer than her, all true Christian marriages were like theirs. She freely accepted that he had the final say on things after they had talked about them, he was the main provider so it was his decision. And a few of her church friends had told her in so many words that they were the same, that their husbands took the final decisions.

 

But none had every admitted to being corrected in the way he did to her. But it was like Ernie told her if they have the solid faith and moral fibre the husband will be completing his duty to his wife and family. It was those who lacked the deep moral fibre, the losers that wanted to hide behind God in an excuse for not doing what was right. They were the people who had laid baron to this country and why there was so much suffering in the world.

 

Ernie father would take his mother in to the study or their bedroom and they would hear the swish of the cane or the slap of the leather and their mother would yelp. All of them had heard their mother receiving, he had told her, but not often and if they got caught outside their father would pull the culprit in the room to receive the same as their mother.

 

She loved him despite the discipline. He was kind. He was generous. He worked ever so hard. He provided for her. And her daughter, even though she refused to go to church with them, leaving food and money for her every couple of days. Looking back at her early life she had been full of sin, just as Ernie had told her. He was a weak man, Gemma’s father, and that’s why he left when it got tough. He made life tougher for his family but they did more than survive they thrived. And now she was blooming.

She heard his car and saw the lights on the dining room window. In a few seconds she would know. She could tell by the way he slammed the door he hadn’t closed the deal yet. She stood and approached the kitchen as he was taking off his shoes and coat. She wanted to get him a beer from the fridge before he got in the living room.

“Hi my love,” he shouted.

She got to the kitchen door with the beer in her hand. “Hello Ernie, have you had a good day. Do you want a beer?”

He moaned in indecision before deciding, “It’s late. I think I’ll have a whisky instead.”

“Okay love. I’ll get it for you. Are you hungry?”

“I’ve eaten thanks. I think they’ll sign. It could just take a couple of days. They really shilly-shally but what can you expect from state employees.”

She spoke in their defence, “It is public money they have to be careful.”

“I understand that,” he snapped, “what I don’t like is paying for them to drink in the day and then eat. And the strip club was awful. The immoral filth I have to put up with.”

She wanted to pander to him, “At least you have the fibre and faith to be able to resist the temptation.”

He looked around the room. “Have you been off today?”

She nodded and couldn’t stop the trepidation from her face. She had seen the look many times now. He was in that mood, the mood that her bottom dreaded. Running through her day she tried to think if she missed anything. Any little task that made his home, no their home, less than perfect that she had failed to do. “I’m thinking I should give up my job now we are settled.” She was hoping giving him something he really wanted might be enough.

“I think you should. But it is up to you.” He got up and stroked her face. “It gives you spending money.”

She smiled back and took his empty glass from his hand. “Do you want another?”

“Please,” he said. He walked into the kitchen. Looking around at the clean surfaces empty apart from the gadgets that should be on there and in desperation he lifted the toaster. It was clean of crumbs. Even he thought it was weak.

She was at the door, “Here you are.” He thanked her. “I think I know what you are doing. Don’t look for a reason,” she really didn’t like what she was saying but it was being said anyway, “I love you. You are my husband. If you want me to go upstairs and make myself ready for you I will.”

“I don’t deserve you.” He placed his arm around her and downed his drink. “But unless you’ve done something wrong I cannot take up your offer.”

She took his glass and placed it into the dish washer. She came back to a hug. “I have been a very sinful girl today.”

He squeezed her tighter, “I don’t believe you.”

“Then I am a liar. Either way I will have to give in to you.”

“I think you’d better go upstairs,” he said softly and then added, “The bedroom.” She looked over her shoulder and bit her lip. He went to the dish washer and recovered his glass to pour a final drink.

It just didn’t seem right to do what he really wanted to do without a true justification. It would be wrong to do it for pleasure. And yet looking for crumbs just to punish is just doing it for fun. She had made his house perfect, all clean and tidy. He cast his prayers.

Frustration was a tunnel that wouldn’t let him see the exit, hidden in the darkness blinded without the light. He saw his mother staring at him with shame in her eyes, and he saw his eldest sister in her maturity with tears running down her face. She was seventeen at the time. She had just entered the house.

Banish those thoughts, banish that sinful thought. Come on Earnest.

He had dived below the table hidden by the long cloth.

 

He shook his head and prayed for forgiveness. But the images kept coming. He stood and went for another scotch maybe its strong burn down his throat would ward away the images. Please, Jesus, he prayed. But the images kept coming.

 

That hole in the cloth that the light from the hallway shone through and drew his moth eye to it. The door of his father’s study opening just as his sister walked passed. His mother naked looking ashamed head bowed. Was she praying? Her breasts, the hair between all the while his father was shouting at his sister that she was evil listening at the door.

 

No. No more. He sinned. He looked. Why did he have to remember? Why couldn’t the years of good work force this sin from him? He didn’t want to anymore.

The pleading voice of his sister, the eldest Gabriella, that she was innocent. That she had just walked in the house from choir practise. He saw his father’s hand on her neck and she went quiet.

Ernie shut his eyes and sat back. The memories when they got to this point were unstoppable. They played out like a bad play that was made to shock and get the good people angry and write in and complain so they could be criticised for wanting only purity. This was God’s will that he see this again, it must be because God always answered his prayers.

His father ordering Gabriella to strip naked and stand next to her mother and he saw her crying even though she hadn’t yet received a stroke. Under the cloth hidden from sight he had covered his ears as soon as he heard the strap. He knew from the screams that it was his sister but he looked anyway through the whole. Her red glowing cheeks and everything on show his plump mother looking on. Swapping places his mother was over the desk. Hands still over his ears but eye still on the hole and her yelps as the cane cut into her large bottom. Over and over it struck, angry red lines covering her flesh till he couldn’t look anymore. Him, the boy wanted to cry but he dare not. He could not be discovered now. He could not take that. The noise that seeped through his hands into his ears changed. He was forced to look again. It was Gabby now, over the desk and taking it. He went back to the wall hoping there was a secret passageway that he could escape to, to get away from the screams and the terrible shamefulness of his eyes. The shadow crossing the light and the sobbing of tears of pain and he looked again. He could see just the edge of his father the door covered half of him and his mother knelt at his feet and he could see her lips moving. He heard his father say, “receive the holy spirit through me.” His mother’s lips stopped moving and her mouth opened wide and that was when he saw it just as his mother took it into her mouth, all of it disappeared. He backed away to the wall and shut his eyes tight and squeezed his head as hard as he could and curled up on the ground.

 

Tanya was waiting for him, Sat on the bed in her pyjamas, a delicate shade of pink, with his strap and cane on her legs patiently waiting for his orders. She looked up at him and smiled as he entered the room. She would sit all night just like that until he ordered her to move or sleep took her and she fell. His face seemed less angry. If he was going to punish her that face wouldn’t make it any more lenient but it might dictate which end it would finish. He stood before her and almost intuitively her hand moved upwards towards his trousers but a tiny shake of his head froze them. “You have not sinned today have you? You are only saying that because you want to pleasure me and you think giving yourself to me would pleasure me.” She nodded. He lifted the implements from her lap. “You do not deserve these.” He placed them back in the box they had come from. He took of his clothes and she saw he was already erect and licked her lips. He sat at her side, stroked her leg, and they both turned heads and kissed passionately.

She felt his hand go to the back of her neck and squeeze as soon as he broke off the kiss. “You should not lie,” he said voice like concrete, “even to pleasure me.”

Without struggle she let him guide her onto the bed where she crawled until he was satisfied with the position. “Pull them down,” he ordered, hand still squeezing her neck. She pulled the jim-jam bottoms down exposing her large bottom. He smacked her hard.  Even the first time he had pulled her across his knees he had spanked her hard from the first to the last.  His heavy hand landing on alternate cheeks and the slope underneath where her bum curved into her thighs.  The difference from the first time was now it took longer for her skin to pink.  The sting was still the same; that never changed.  She had got used to that tingling heat now and the association with sex – good sex – that came after even made it pleasant for her.

He didn’t force her head towards his penis but where he was it was close and she leaned towards it and his hand on the back of her neck just didn’t stop her. Her bottom was stinging and throbbing as he continued to spank her hard. Her mouth opened and took all of him in sucking. The spanking continued while she fornicated with her mouth. He had said it only once to her and that had been before marriage but she always remembered and it always ran through her head every time she sucked his dick, ‘receive the holy spirit’.   It was imprinted in her circuitry because even before she attended church she knew the Holy Spirit didn’t flow through sperm.