A ghost's spanking tale (w Jinchu)

[Silverstone]

A ghost's spanking tale
(Roleplay with Jinchu)

It's winter, early December.
Millie gets out of the car and lights a cigarette, stand for a moment to admire the large mansion, before setting off.
She starts to put out her cigarette before crossing the threshold, but stops. There was no longer her husband, that old goat, to forbid her to smoke in the house; so she puts the cigarette back between her lips and enters the house, taking off her jacket. She shakes the snow from her long red hair and walks into the living room to light the fireplace and warm up, hugging herself in her pink sweater.
As the fire begins to crackle, she takes off her wet boots, which have left water stains on the floor, and casually tosses them away, wiping some snow off her jeans.
No one to tell her what to do or not to do.
She finally felt free.
"If you hadn't already had a heart attack, it would come now" she thinks, as she absently stubbs out the cigarette on the table near the couch.
God, she felt really good and without any remorse.
Of course, she could have divorced, or even better, refused to marry a stern man who was obviously interested only in having a beautiful young wife to show off.
But then she would never have that money and that nice house.
Besides, she hadn't killed him, at least not directly. She had only accelerated his departure, it wasn't her fault that the man's heart had given way. And now she was free, rich, and even surrounded by people who wanted to console the sad widow.
"Maybe I should start getting comforted by that handsome Cuban gardener ..."
Besides, she was young, rich and beautiful. At twenty-five the world was already at her feet ...

[Jinchu]

Peter looked at all this with growing anger. From there he had been for... how long? He wasn't sure... But from here everything seemed kinda gret and blurry, as in a mirror dimly, but his wife was bright and clear, enlightened by his burning rage and passion to punish that ungreatful brat. Peter saw every little thing she did just to spite him - even though Millie could hardly know he was watching from beyonde his grave.


Of course, some would say it was his own fault for marrying the woman more then twice younger then him, and clearly not fitting Peter's high demands and expectations in terms of manner,s behaviour and dedication to her husband's will and happiness. Some would say that he spoiled his wife: through their marriage he only gave her a few hand spankings, and in most cases just treatened to take away her Visa... But Millie had ways to make him feel symapthy to her, and she almost convinced Peter it was the different times now and women shouldn't be treatened like naughty children...


Of course, now Peter realised how stupid he was for even half-heartedly beliving that.


In the time which Millie used to take his house and his bank accounts in her full legal posession, Peter studied his new nature and powers which came along with it. He had no body and barely any image now, but his desire to give his young arrogant widow a lesson of her life gave him something arguably better.



Peter concentrated - and all the locks on the doors nad windows in teh whole house locked themselves.even the glass on the windows would be as hard as steel now. Once Millie was isolated, her dead, but unforgiving husband decided to start...


In December the windows were parly covered by the hoarfrost from the outside, and the falme in the fireplace still didn't make it disappear. Suddenly, some latters appered on that icy space, is if the invisible finger was writing them: "UNGREATFUL BRAT".

[Silverstone]

Maybe due to the tiredness of the day or the cozy warmth of the fire, Millie begins to doze off.

She wakes up, looking around. Had she really heard that noise or she dreamed of it?
She stretches and yawn, she probably dreamed it.
Reach out to enjoy the warmth and think about what to do.
"A nice hot shower", she finally thinks. "A hot shower before dinner. And maybe after dinner I could call Julia and have a chat", definitely an inviting program. And maybe while chatting with her friend she could uncork one of the precious bottles of wine that Paul kept in the cellar.

SHe gets up from her couch and starts to go upstairs. However, She freezes when reads the words on the window.
Brat.
Peter had called her that, sometimes, just because she didn't like the restrictions he imposed on her.

The cold turns to anger. Who had written those words? Who dared?
One of the neighborhood kids?
Or maybe one of Peter's friends?
Josh, it must have been him.
He had tried in every way to prevent her from inheriting and that was to be his childish revenge.

Millie shakes her head. "Ridiculous," she exclaims, trying to open the window and discovering it was locked. "Stupid old house!" She snaps. Look at the writing again. The idea of ​​going out in the cold to erase it touches her for a moment but a hot shower awaits her upstairs. "Well, who cares," she finally snorts, leaving the writing behind. Plans to call a handyman to fix the blocked window the next day and sets off to go upstairs.

[Jinchu]

Not that Peter expected his waywyard wife to be ashamed and regreatful after seeing his warning sign (or not that it would save her from a well-deserved punishment, even if she was), but Millie'sattitude towards it really makes his rage grow even more. She had learnt nothing from their marriage, and she didn't feel even the slightest guilt for driving him to the grave and grabbing to his wealth!



Millie didn't have a chance to get rid of her husband's things yet, as she had barely visited teh house untill all the legal issues were resolved (Peter was very greatful for his old friends and collegues who tried to stop the spoiled brat from inheriting the riches she didn't deserved, even if their attempts were ultimately fruitless). So while the young woman walked upstairs, Peter's old belt slipped out of his closet and, like a dangerous black snake, crawled to the bathroom door. Then she arrived there, the belt hnaged from the door's handle.


Peter had never used it as he should in their marriage, which he now gravely regretted. But once or twoce, after especially loud tantrum's from Millie's side or then she had spent incredible amounts of his money without asking, he showed her that very belt - an old, but trustworthy one, thick and heavy, and promised that her bottom will meet it unless she'lls start to behave. It was a bit too late for him now, but Peter was adamant to fulfill that prophecy now.


He wondered if she'll egt the hint now. Millie was certainly not the most bright young woman, but she had to know deep inside that what she did was bad... right?

[Silverstone]

Entering the room, Millie takes off her sweater, throwing it messily on the bed. The black and lace underwear she wears is far too sexy for everyday wear. Her hands go down to undo the button on her jeans but she stops suddenly, frozen again.
The gaze is fixed on the belt that causes her stomach to tighten. The same grip when she had seen it in Peter's hands some time ago. His threats still well etched in her mind. At the time it had scared her to the point that for a while she had streaked straight ahead without saying a word, she didn't really want to find out if Peter would keep his threats.

Millie swallows, slowly approaching the door. What was it? A threat? A warning?
For an instant the girl feels as helpless as she felt that time Peter threatened her.

Then her brain seems to work again and rejects any explanation that is not rational.
Josh. It must have been him. He hadn't accepted that he had lost the case and now he was playing that trick on her.

He was Peter's best friend, he certainly had a spare key to the house. And she could see Josh and Peter talking in the living room of the study, surely the husband had more than once told the other of what threats he used to keep his wife in line.

A burst of embarrassment and anger assails her. Who knows what fantasies had, Josh. “Well, enjoy the childish joke, Josh!” She exclaims aloud, going determinedly towards the belt to grab it and hurl it to the floor. "Because tomorrow I'll have all the locks changed, you childish asshole!" she is certain that he is lurking somewhere outside the house to enjoy the show.

[Jinchu]

If Peter had lips or lungs, he would chuckle with satisfaction. He could clearly see the fear in Milly's eyes, see reh tiniest hair standing staright on her skin as she saw that belt. If she felt no shame or refrat, at least she could still remember some of her husband's lessons. Though soon she'll recive more of them, much more then ever while he had been still alive...


Of course, it didn't change her behaviour much. Instead of apoligizing she started to cuss and balme Josh, his most loyal old friend. But at this point Peter was not expecting any remorse from the young brat.


He approached Millie, which would proabably give her the infamous "someone stepped on my gave" kind of chill. The jeans which she hadn't yet undone unbottoned themselves and swiftly pulled all teh way down to her feet seemingly without any reasone (they were certainly much to tight to slip down naturally). The eblt which rested below as well, lifted it's end, once again looking like a disturbed and very unfriendly snake...

[Silverstone]

Millie, who was still mentally cursing Josh, convinced it was a stupid joke, shudders.

She doesn't have time to think that it's a normal shiver of cold because the next moment she's wearing jeans around her ankles revealing bra coordinated panties that cover very little of hers round and firm buttocks. A little cry of surprise escapes her lips.

The instinctive movement to turn around to see who it was - because, come on, it was certainly not possible that an invisible force had lowered them, right? - does not prove to be a good idea because she stumbles, ending up falling face down on the floor, the fall fortunately muffled by the carpet.

Try to turn her head anyway.
That's when she sees the belt. Her eyes widen, paralyzed. "What the fuck...", she whisper

[Jinchu]

Peter made a mental note to give his spouse a good mouth soaping. Not atht she didn't fully deserve it even much before that last bad word. However, for now he concentrated on his favorite belt, especially since Millie offered him a perfect target.



The leather "snake" raised up, seemingly byt itself, twisted in the air and deliverd a hard, sound smack across both of her plump buttocks. In a moment it twisted again, levitating in the air, and left another bright mark, almost back to back to the first one. WHCAK!!! CRACK!!! More bright stripes appeared on Millie's almost bare behind. The jeans around her ankles meanwhile would suddenly tied themselves up, preventing the young woman from easily getting up or changing her position...



Peter was very proud of that acurate work. With his old hands he would hard;y be able to deliver to smacks with such strenght and agility. Maybe being a ghost would have certain advanteges...

[Silverstone]

Millie hardly realizes the first strapping, too shocked for the belt hovering in the air.

But as soon as the pain begins to spread it is aroused, just in time for the second swat.
A cry of pain and fear escapes her as she tries to get up.
When the jeans roll around her ankles, causing her to lose balance again and prevent her from getting up, she is helpless.

Red streaks appear on her white skin, her butt bouncing, her buttocks twitching and the muffled moans that accompany each snap.

She writhes, groaning at each painful whip, stirs like a beached fish and trying to cover her lower back with hands

"What ... Ha!" .... What's going on?" She whimpers in fear.

[Jinchu]

Millie's sweater flew up in the air and twisted around her wrists, preventing her from coivering her behind. Peter didn't want the woman to hurt her fingers - all teh hurt woudl go on her ass 9for now, at least).



At the same time te belt continued to dance all over Millie's behind. Soon her whole buttocks were painted in an even tone of deep pink... But for one area. The woman couild feel cold invisible fingers part her butt-cheeks to reveal the inside of her crack, which remained pale. The belt turned vertically in the air and deliver the first lick all across taht are at once. And another one! And again!..