She entered his studio and there stood Ernesto, a lady was paying him for the pictures that he had taken of her and her three children. The women turned to leave, when she saw Marcella, she humphed and shook her head. “Humph.”
The lady left. Marcella turned and watched her leave. She then turned back to Ernesto. “I wonder what that was all about.”
Marcella walks up to Ernesto and kisses him. “I can tell you what that was for. You know that red is a color that only a whore would wear.”
“Ernesto, I’m not a whore. It suits me fine.”
He turns his wife towards the entrance and swats her on the tail. Swat. “OOOOOO.” She squealed when he hit her, she didn’t expect it. It didn’t really hurt, just shocked her when he swatted her on the backside.
She wheels around. “Get back to that store and buy another color, I don’t mind that particular dress only the color.”
She stamps her foot at him. “No, I like it and won’t return it.”
Ernesto grabs his wife by the arm and pulls her across the room and out the front door. He locks the door then points towards their home. “Move it woman. Get home.”
Again she stamps her foot, this time she also crosses her arms and turns away from him. He turns her around and lifts her over his shoulder and off he walks, taking her home. About a quarter of a mile along the main road they come across Richardo, their ten year old son.
Ernesto stops in front of him. Marcella is looking down at her soon; he’s playing with a three foot long branch of a tree. “Mummy why’s daddy carrying you, are you hurt?”
Ernesto speaks up. “No Richardo, I’m taking mummy home. She bought this dress and doesn’t want to get the bottom of it dirty on the muddy sidewalk.”
“Oh mummy that’s a beautiful dress.”
Marcella looking down at her son. “See Ernesto, Richardo thinks it’s beautiful.”
“Yes mummy, it looks just like the dress that Mammazita Diago is wearing.” Mammazita Diago is the local Madame of the whore house.
Ernesto swats his wife on the tail again. Swat. She says nothing, this time the swat didn’t come as a surprise. Ernesto looks at his son, Richardo, can daddy have that switch you’re playing with.”
Richardo hands it to him. “Yes daddy.”
Ernesto turns and starts off the two miles to their home. About fifty feet from young Richardo, Richardo sees his father hit his wife with the switch on her backside. Swat. “EEEEEE.”
This time Richardo does hear his mother screech out in pain. Richardo goes back to playing with his friends. As Ernesto and Marcella proceed along the road, Ernesto gives his wife an occasional swat on the back of the dress with the switch. Swat. “EEEEEE.” Swat. “EEEEEE.” Swat. “EEEEEE.” Swat. “EEEEEE.”
As the pair get to their home there is a number of people following them and watching the proceedings. As Ernesto walks up their front walk, Marcella squirms and he drops the switch. Looking down at it he can see it’s in some mud, so he leaves it where it is.
Into the house he goes carrying his beloved wife. Once in the house he puts her down. She rubs her backside. Ernesto grabs her by the arm and pulls her over to the chair, sits down and over his knee she goes. “Oh no Ernesto. Please I’ll take it back I truly will.”
Up goes her dress and down her panties slide. One good tug and down they went. Swat. “OOOOOO.” Swat. “OOOOOO.”
With his strong left hand he begins to spank his willful wife. He’s going to teach her who wears the pants in their family.
Swat. “OOOOOO. Oh Ernesto, stop this.” Swat. “OOOOOO.” Swat. “OOOOOO. You’re hurting me.” Swat. “OOOOOO.” Swat. “OOOOOO.”
By this time Marcella was in tears. She didn’t like the spanking. But never did like it when her man spanked her. She didn’t know why she defied him; she only knew that she did.
“Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo.”
Swat. “OOOOOO.” Swat. “OOOOOO.” Swat. “OOOOOO.” Swat. “OOOOOO.”
Once Ernesto was through spanking his wife, he let her up. He also stood up. “Now woman, you’ve got one hour to get that dress back to the dress shop and return with another. If I have to come after you, I’ll spank you right there in front of everyone.
Marcella turns and rubbed her sore backside. She wasn’t crying anymore, only sniffling. She left the house and there on the front sidewalk where the people who had followed them home. She stopped sniffling and with head held high, walked past them as if nothing had happened.