A ghost's spanking tale (w Jinchu)

[Silverstone]

And Millie finds herself completely helpless, wrists and ankles locked and the strap falling mercilessly on her butt.

Between groans, moans and screams she starts to begging. "Please ... oww! Please, stop .... Ah! MERCY!" Even if she doesn't know who those prayers are addressed to.

That's too much, too much to be an elaborate joke. Her mind, however, is too clouded by the pain of those swats to think about anything else.

Only when the belts stop for a moment, and she can catch her breath, a thought go through her head. An absurd, impossible thought, beyond any rational explanation.
A thought that takes strength the moment she feels those cold fingers touch the hot flesh of her buttocks.

"P ... Peter ...?", She whispers, her voice choked, just before the belt bites that delicate point between her legs. She screams and writhes in pain and surprise, tears begin to trace black lines of mascara on her cheeks as the pain of those merciless lashes adds to the fear.

[Jinchu]

Peter was very satisfied to her his name - and said in a tone which Millie very rarely used towards him tehn he was still alive. His new world was dark, silent, cold and blurry, but right now he could hear every cry and whimper, every impact of teh laether agaisnt eth unprotected skin, could see her tears and her blushing buttocks more clear then ever. It filled him with joy and rightful pride... But of course it didn't mean Millie's punsihment was over.


The woman's lacy revealing panties pulled themselves off to her knees. and the belt continued to dance all over her butt, making sure to color the inside area of her crack and her sitting spots just as brightly as her buxom hills.


Her lipstick flew up and wrote on the mirror at her bedroom table "YOU WERE NAUGHTY".

[Silverstone]

Millie screamed as she felt her panties drop to her knees, and she screamed even louder as the belt started hitting her again.

The lipstick floating in the air filled her with horror, those words sounded like a sentence.

“P..Peter! Auch! ” she moaned again, frightened, writhing in an awkward and ridiculous attempt to crawl away.
"Peter please ..., I'm ... I'm sorry!" she tried. After all, when he was alive, tears and sweet eyes stopped any punishment and was a weapon to avoid spanking.
But her husband had never punished her like this, no one had ever punished her like this, the pain was unbearable.

Peter looked really furious and he seemed far from being content to lay her on his lap and give her a couple of well aimed slaps

[Jinchu]

Now Millie sounded more submissive and well-behaved then ever through their marriage. Peter would laugh if he still had lungs or mouth. But now he could response only with more sound smacks on her reddened backside.



But finally, then he saw his wife's backside turning bright and hot all over, with not a single inch of pale skin left, the belt rested on the floor near her. Millie's pants and underwear slipped off her legs completely. Now she wore nothing but her lacy bra. Peter was almost glad to be dead, as her sex appeal would probbaly make him go easy on her if he was still in his flesh.


But now he was not going to show any mercy.


The door to Millie's bathroom opened by itself invinitly, and the water started to flow in teh sink. The sign was pretty obvious, and the belt raised it buckle a bit, like it was checking if Millie fllowed that clear instruction...

[Silverstone]

Millie, now sobbing and her face streaked with makeup and tears, whines as soon as she is free, her hands hurrying to rest on her hot ass, massaging it in pain.

She swallows and sniffles as she looks anxiously at the bathroom door.

Millie hesitates for a moment, looking for her pants. If he reached the phone he could have asked for help...
She stifles a sob, but who could ever ask for help with such a thing?

Millie slowly gets up, rubbing hes butt, and walks over to the bathroom door. The moment before entering it, however, she snaps and runs out of the room.
She has no intention of staying in that house with a ghost. Her idea was to grab a coat and go out into the street for help ...

[Jinchu]

Peter woudl roll his eyes if he had ones. Millie was a lot of things, including "sly" and "manipulative", but she was ceratinly not very smart. The bare-bottomed young woman (she was fortunate her escape paln was doomed from the beggining, or she woudl get seriously ill running like that in December) reached the first floor, but before she could run to the front door the carpet moved under her legs, making Milly fall on her alaredy sore ass.



And at that moment she could hear omnious noises from the kitchen, near the door of which she ended up... Wooden spoons, spatulas and more implements of those kinds raised up like an angryswarm of hornets.

[Silverstone]

"Ouch!"
Millie tried to get up when she ended up sitting on the ground.

When she sees those objects approaching menacingly, she screams and crawls to the door, finding it tragically closed.

Millie turns, her back against the door, eyes wide.
"Peter ... please," she whines. "I'm ... I'm sorry, I'll be good ..." she lies, trying to placate him. "I'll do whatever you want but please ... don't spank me again"

And it's a scene that Peter has already seen and reviewed, Millie's big fawn eyes trying to screw him.

[Jinchu]

Death helped him to get rid of accessive softenss towards his spoiled young wife. Now these big pleading eyes only made him more angry and resolute to punish Millie properly. That was clearly not a face of sincer remorse.



An invisible force made her bare legs lift, pressing Millie's knees to her shoulders and leaving her in a kind of diaper position, indecently exposed and hepless. It so happened that Millie could see her own reflection in the hallway mirror, in tears, with her intimate parts on display and her buttocks blushing brightly.


Peter gave her a few moments to memorize that view, and then two big wooden spoons flew down and began to smack her roughlessly, one for each buttock.

[Silverstone]

Millie tries to free herself, but it is clear that Peter, as a ghost, is much stronger than in life.

Looking at that sight in the mirror she realizes that Peter will have no mercy.
A couple of strokes are all it takes to exacerbate the pain of her already red and sore butt.

She screams and tries to cover them with her hands, but pulls them back against her chest when a couple of blows hit her fingers
So she does the only thing she can do, besides continuing to beg her husband for mercy.
She reaches out, between her legs to try to cover at least her private parts, so obscenely exposed and defenseless.

[Jinchu]

By her reaction Peter could say that his methods were working just fine. And, of course, if she didn't like something (like her privateparts being exposed), that meant she deserved more of that exect thing.


A towel for dishes flew out of the kitchen and tied around her wrists, lifting them above Mllie's head. As soon as her intimate area was exposed again, a big spatula flew to it, waited in teh air for a moment to give Millie tim eto realise what was going to happen, and then began to spank her pussy, joing with teh rythm of two spoons working on her butt-cheeks. It hit lighter, though, as teh are was pretty sensitive, but still these smacsk weere not symbolic by any means!