Melissa: Big City Girl?

Melissa: Big City Girl?    Part#1

(MM/f, n/c  relec, humil, spank)

By: Jake Olive

Authors note: The story and characters are entirely fictional. This is my first attempt at this type of work. Please provide any feedback to:  jkolive47@gmail.com

Something really had to be done with Melissa. Here Paul was on what should have been the greatest day of his life and he had a problem; What to do about Melissa. Paul Stanford was by all accounts a successful young man. Only 27, his quick mind and ease of leadership had made him one of the fastest rising executives in the Midwest. This morning, he had been called into the Regional President’s office and he was told that he was being promoted. The company was going to be transferring him to New York City. Of course the promotion meant more money, but even more importantly, it put him on track to succeed the CEO of his growing international company. Few who knew Paul doubted his rise to CEO, Everyone at corporate knew the Midwest wouldn’t keep him for long. Paul loved the Midwest but he also knew at some point he would have to leave it. And yet here he was, on a day that should have been about celebration, and Paul drove home thinking only about what to do with Melissa. Paul had married Melissa right out of college. She was only 19 but she was also the most beautiful girl in town. She was 23 now and in some ways he had outgrown her. Melissa Stanford was a contradiction; on one hand she was still horribly immature and on the other she was bright and could show great resolve if it suited her purpose. In the end however, immaturity was her resounding feature. Paul had hoped she would grow up and he was disappointed at her lack of progression. She was an only child and her parents had spoiled her horribly. Her daddy’s money, her great looks  and then Paul’s job had made it all very easy for Melissa to never leave childhood. She never went to college, she was incapable of saving money, she made poor choices and she was professionally a bit of an embarrassment to Paul. When he was required to bring her to work related events, he would often catch his peers rolling their eyes at her and looking at each other knowingly. The other wives would talk to Melissa as if she were a child. When Melissa was engaged in conversation she rarely strayed far from celebrity gossip, reality TV and the things that educated people typically tend to find below their station. Nobody at work took her seriously. The other problem that Paul had with Melissa was that she had grown increasingly pretentious based solely on Paul’s career success. Paul had an ease of manner and a command of leadership that well exceeded his 27 years. Melissa however tended to act as if a member of the social elite because of her marriage to Paul. It had been yet another embarrassment to him and he thought that New York City would only amplify this problem. Nobody liked a woman who didn’t know her place, and in spite of his success; Paul needed a sweet and unassuming wife. Paul thought about his problem hard, but he knew in his heart it was only a problem because he loved Melissa.

       Paul Stanford was a naturally gifted strategic thinker. He knew instinctively that this would be the best time to leave her. He would obviously meet beautiful woman in New York and he could easily afford to send her alimony back in Missouri. They had bought the house with money he had made in bonuses and Paul did not mind giving it to her. His best earning years were in front of him he was very sure. Paul and Melissa had no kids and he knew that leaving her before he took the new job would definitely  be best. Paul was at a crossroads in his life and he knew it. These are the kind of times that great leaders make hard decisions. Paul was just such a leader. These were the thoughts that were on his mind as he turned into the driveway on Tuesday night. Paul entered the house and was immediately met by his wife. He had made a mistake by calling her with the news of his promotion and he was quickly forced to face it. Melissa talked for five minutes about New York, she talked about living in Manhattan, buying an apartment, Central Park and about all the people she had already told of Paul’s promotion to the big city.  Paul listened to her then said unexpectedly and with great resolve, “ I have decided to go to New York City without you. Your attitude and your immaturity are something I can no longer tolerate.” Melissa stood motionless and stared at her husband. Melissa was immature, but her mind also moved fast and she was quickly running through her options. Paul continued, “Melissa, the success I have had is due to both recognizing opportunity and seeing things as they truly  are. I love you but I can no longer have your immaturity in my life.” Paul walked to the wet bar to made a drink. “If I must leave you behind, now is the time to do it.” Paul took a long drink and watch his tough words strike his very young wife. “I will see a lawyer tomorrow and have a settlement drawn up. It will be fair, you may have the house and I will pay you a good monthly sum. You can have a lawyer look at it before I leave for New York City thirty three days from now.” Melissa stared at her husband  in horror. Tears began to creep down her cheeks. She understood Paul well and was and she knew he was being very serious. She had been married to him for four years and had seen his cool emotional detachment before, but she had never been on the wrong end of it. Melissa Stanford was facing down a man she knew well; and she was scared. Paul Stanford had given her everything but he was also a man who was capable of taking everything away.

       As Melissa stood crying in her kitchen she understood quickly that this meant everything in her life would change. She knew she would have a house and some money but she would be little more than an uneducated girl from eastern Kansas who was once married to a big shot. This was not a reality she was prepared to face. Her mind whirled as she  looked for the right words. Melissa stood just a little over five foot three inches tall. She was 23 years old and physically; she was in the prime of her youth. She was in great shape, she had small (B cup)  breasts that were well formed and quite nice. Melissa’s also had a round and well muscled butt that came more from good genes than any hard time at the gym. Her light brown hair surrounded a face perfectly formed, she had full lips and big brown eyes. Her great beauty was one of many reasons that she never grew up; she never had to. But Melissa’s good looks were not helping her now as she looked at her husband. Melissa wanted Paul, she wanted New York City and at 6:52 in the evening on a Tuesday in late September everything was unexpectedly on the line. “I will change” Melissa said without emotion. “ I will be who you need me to be, I will grow up however you feel I must.” There was a long pause while Paul looked at his wife. Melissa finally said, “no bullshit.” Paul mixed a second drink. Her response had reminded him very clearly of the respect he had for her in spite of her overall lack of maturity. He knew he married her very young and he acknowledged that he played a role in allowing this to continue for so long. “Let me think about what that really means. We can talk tomorrow” Paul said finally. He poured the rest of his drink down the sink and walked from the house. He would be gone all night.

       Paul drove to the Sheraton out by the sports complex and checked in. While he knew he could leave her and never look back (much), he wondered if he had underestimated Melissa. He had dinner in the room and watched the late news. Melissa didn’t try to call his cell phone once. Paul respected that, it showed a little maturity. He spent a fitful night thinking about his future and thinking about Melissa….no bullshit.

       Wednesday night Paul came home. He and Melissa went out on the back deck to talk. Melissa had spoken with a lawyer earlier in the day and she learned what she had already known. She could probably keep the house and get a decent amount of cash from Paul but that is not at all what she wanted. Paul had already said he would give her the house anyway. Melissa wanted Paul, she wanted the shopping, the hair salons, the vacations, the nail places, the tanning beds and she wanted to live in New York City. Paul was correct, Melissa was pretentious and she knew she would fit in New York City beautifully. Plus she had already bragged to her friends that she was going. How could she tell them that her husband left her and went to New York to start a new life without her. Melissa was too proud for that, she was ready to strike a deal at almost any cost; if only he would make that possible. “I have thought about my role in your maturation process and I have decided to give you a chance to make a change” Paul said as he was taking a seat on the patio. Relief flooded through Melissa, she knew it was very possible she could have lost the whole game right here in the first frame.” I will grow up and be the woman you want me to be” she said with a happy determination. “you are the woman I want, but I need you to grow up fast” Paul said evenly. “I will leave for New York City thirty days from Saturday. I am going to use those days both to evaluate your behavior and to help you grow.” Paul looked directly at his wife. Melissa looked directly back. “I expect your behavior and your attitude to change. I am tired of the shallow pretentious woman you remain at 23, I need you to grow up Melissa.” “You won’t be disappointed in me.” Melissa said with great relief. “we will begin on Saturday” Paul said to his wife. “Bring it on big man.” Melissa said playfully. Paul tried not to smile but lost the battle. Melissa rose and moved toward Paul. She dropped softly to her knees, removed his cock from this suit pants and began to warmly give him a blowjob. Paul tilted his head back and looked at the boundless Missouri sky. “She may have a chance” he thought to himself.  He then watched his pretty young wife suck his cock while he finished his drink. “but she better be willing to change, thought Paul…...no bullshit.”

          By Saturday Melissa had resolved herself to put up with Paul’s plan to change her behavior. She was unsure of what Paul intended to do but she knew she really didn’t have any choice. They would leave in thirty days and she could leave this cow town forever and move to New York City. She still loved Paul and felt confident that she could get through this and her marriage and her future happiness would be saved.

       The first day of Melissa’s rehabilitation began like any other. She went shopping and then had lunch with her friends at the Plaza. At about 4:00 Paul told her to tidy up the house and take a shower, he said that they would have a visitor stopping by early in the early evening. He did not provide her any guidance on how she was to dress and he did not tell her what to expect. She knew that Paul’s attempt to change her behavior may be ready to begin. She cleaned the house, took a quick shower and decided on a pair of jeans and a simple white tee shirt. At 6:00, she was upstairs watching TV when she heard the doorbell ring. Soon after Melissa could hear the sound of a second male voice coming from downstairs in her entry hall. “Melissa, could you come down here please?” she heard Paul call after a couple of moments. She felt a knot in her stomach as she moved towards the stairs. From the top of the staircase she could see a man that she recognized. The tall male standing near her front door was a man that worked at the local supermarket. She certainly did not know his name but she had seen him working at the store many times “Does he want me to work at the grocery store?  God, how humiliating would that be,” Melissa thought. She descended the stairs with as much dignity and grace as she could muster. “Honey, this man’s name is Mike Hayward and he has agreed to help us.” Melissa shook the man’s large hand and they moved toward the living room. Once they were all seated, Paul began, “Melissa, I have explained our problem to Mike and we have discussed his role in helping you change your behavior.” Melissa blushed slightly. “As you might know, Mike works in the produce department at the grocery store right down the hill from our house. Mike and I had a long discussion on Thursday over at the store and he has told me he is very familiar with dealing with girls like you who have grown up without any real discipline. Together he and I have developed a plan that will be part of the maturation process that you and I discussed on Wednesday.” Melissa sat there numbly listening to what her husband was saying. “ Mike is going to come by our house every morning at 6:30 am, just before his regular work shift begins and he is going to spank you.” Melissa was suddenly so overwhelmed by what Paul said that she sat frozen. He continued, “As a department manager, he works every day but Sunday and I think it is best if we keep your discipline lessons on a regular schedule. I will typically be here when he conducts your morning spanking but if I must work early or go out of town then I will expect your daily spankings to continue without any break.“ Floored by Paul’s words, Melissa finally spoke, “Are you seriously suggesting that the man from the grocery store come by my house everyday and spank me?” Melissa said weakly, “I am not suggesting it, I am mandating it as a part of the rehabilitation of your attitude. You were never held accountable as a child and I think it will be very worthwhile for you to receive the kind of discipline other children received as they grew up. Mike here has been good enough to agree to provide you the discipline that your father did not. I believe it will result in humbling you quite nicely.” Mike sat rooted to his seat afraid to do or say anything that might stop this fantasy from proceeding. His heart was in his throat as he listened to Paul speak, he looked only sparingly at Melissa. Paul had good command in front of a group and Mike was dutifully playing his role in this strange meeting. When Paul had approached Mike at the store he was naturally suspicious of his story. Paul had very professionally spoke of the needing an older man to teach his wife a lesson and while Mike had doubts about Paul on Thursday, he was losing those doubts rapidly. Mike was 52, divorced and he lived with his younger sister in a small trailer forty five minutes from town. Mike obviously felt his prospects for ever touching a nubile young woman like Melissa had long since vanished. But here he was sitting in the middle of an odd drama that may put this pretty brunette over his lap. Mike Hayward was awash with a strange and surging lust. His instincts told him this could actually happen. He had seen Melissa many times at the store but he never could imagine he might see her naked, much less spank her ass. When Paul spoke next, Mike stole a quick glance at Melissa and could tell by the look on her face that she may be powerless to stop her spanking from occurring. Paul continued on, “you are to meet Mike at the front door daily, move a kitchen chair into the living room, remove all your clothes and climb over his knee. The front blinds are to remain open as they are now, if our neighbors wonder why the man from the store comes by, we should allow them to see. I have asked Mike to spank you between twenty five and fifty times or as he sees fit. After he is done, you are then to thank him, walk him to the door, kiss him on his cheek and tell him goodbye. Only after he is gone may you again get dressed. This part of your rehabilitation will last for the entire thirty day period we discussed. I have told Mike that if he wants to bring a friend or someone over to watch your spankings he may, but for the first week I prefer him to come alone. I want to get your discipline sessions off to a good start and feel it would be best if neither of you are distracted until we get a good solid routine going. He also may take a few pictures of you after your spankings. This will be for his personal use and he will do with these pictures as he wishes. You will continue to shop at Mike‘s store. He will likely discuss this situation with people at the store and he will probably share the pictures he takes of you with some of them. This will be an important part of humbling you and forcing a change in your overall attitude.“ Melissa felt ill. She had thought she could submit to her husbands demands but had no idea that this is what he had in mind. She thought maybe if she cut back on the shopping and the television he might be satisfied, but this? seriously? “OK, I think the best time to begin is now” Paul said with an easy and practiced command. “ Melissa, go get Mike a chair from the kitchen and return to us.” Melissa rose slowly not knowing if she would be able to continue forward. She walked into the kitchen and came back dragging a hard backed chair. She left it in the middle of the room. “Melissa, please remove all your clothing.” She looked imploringly at her husband in one final effort to make this stop. He looked back at her blankly. Paul knew the beauty of the body she was about to reveal and while he spoke coolly and evenly, he could hardly wait to see Melissa naked in front of the grocer. He had always thought her body was like a fine piece of art and he secretly felt that it should be seen by others so it could be properly appreciated. He watched her open humiliation as she reluctantly unsnapped and stepped out of her jeans. She pulled her white tee shirt over her head and stood before the two men in a black bra and a red pair of thong panties. “Mike, why don’t you take a seat in the chair.” Mike quickly stood from the sofa and walked rather awkwardly to the chair. He sat down and for the first time since he arrived and he really looked at Melissa . What he saw was a clearly distraught young woman standing nearly naked before him. Melissa was looking only at her husband. She was clearly overwhelmed and she was unable to fully process the other man in the room. “It’s time for us to begin Melissa,” Paul said calmly. Melissa reached behind her and unclasped her bra and looking downward she dropped both bra and panties to the floor. As Mike watched the young woman remove her final articles of clothing he felt a bolt of heat flash through his body. Of course Mike had seen beautiful young woman before, but never a woman quite like this. Melissa’s smooth skin and firm body had the full bloom of youth upon it. He only vaguely remembered girls shaped like this from his early twenties. Her breasts were not as large as all the fake breasted girls he saw often at the strip club, but they were shaped perfectly, they were firm and they sat high on her chest pointing slightly upward as if to validate her considerable youthfulness. Melissa’s pussy was lightly covered with dusting of  brown hair that was cut quite tightly. As the grocery clerk sat in the kitchen chair he could not yet see her ass but the slight broadening on the front of her hips provided him with good evidence of the treasure that may lay behind them. Melissa looked at her husband and waited. “Melissa, lean over his lap.” Melissa moved toward the stranger in her living room and lowered herself over the man’s legs. She held her head low which raised her butt a little higher than she had intended. Melissa rested stiffly on the man’s lap and waited. Mike looked at Melissa’s bottom that now lay out before him. It was perfectly round and a little larger than her small frame might have suggested. He looked at Paul for direction. Paul saw his pretentious young wife spread over Mike’s lap. Her position looked slightly uncomfortable and it appeared that she was trying to hide her face. Paul was a man who had always been routinely able to accomplish things, yet the scene he had constructed here surprised even him. An older man he barely knew was now sitting in his expensive living room about to spank his naked young wife. He was becoming aroused and he felt blood beginning to surge to his penis. As Paul began to once again speak, Mike slowly began to caress Melissa’s  young bottom. “Mike, go ahead and start whenever you like, my wife needs to be spanked very soundly. Melissa has never received the discipline required of a proper and courteous young lady and she needs your help. She and I are both counting on you to help her see her place. Melissa lay with her arms outstretched and her palms on the floor. She could no longer see Paul and as she looked back at Mike’s white socks and black grocery store shoes, she began to more fully consider than man that was about to spank her. It was a heavy middle aged man grocery clerk on whose lap she now lay, like a fresh cut flower. She felt the stranger rubbing her bottom with his large and callused hands and she waited. “Smack” Mike began suddenly and without warning, smack, smack, smack. “My god he is really fucking spanking me” thought Melissa. smack, smack, smack, Mike continued his work aggressively. He was surprised at how firm her bottom was, the naturally firm muscle of a young woman’s bottom was something quite a few years back in his memory. He felt his pace speed up and he watched as Melissa began to squirm from side to side under his firm and steady blows. He alternated between her checks and then watched with delight as her firm ass danced in front of him. He continued spanking her harshly as he had been instructed. Paul watched from beside the sofa as the spanking continued. He could see clearly that his wife was willing to do whatever he asked in an attempt to keep the marriage together and it encouraged him. Melissa’s current level of discomfort and humiliation delighted him greatly. It was a nice payback for embarrassment that her behavior had often caused him. He was getting surprisingly turned on watching his wife’s spanking. For a quick second he thought about taking out his cock and stoking it, but he quickly dismissed the idea as being beneath him. Paul had decided to say nothing and leave this part of the evening to Mike. The duration of Melissa’s discipline was at Mike Hayward’s considerable pleasure. As he watched the hard spanking continue Melissa began to cry. Fifty five spanks in, Mike had lost count of the spanks and he could not hear Paul’s young wife crying. Mike was now lost in his own world and he was on the edge of losing control with Melissa. The spanking continued unabated; smack, smack, smack, smack and after 73 spanks Mike stopped; perhaps worn out by his own exertion. The room fell silent except for Melissa’s sobbing. Nobody moved for at least a minute, Paul watched his naked wife crying over the man’s lap. Mike continued to run his hand all over Melissa’s now very red bottom and occasionally he would look toward Paul in the hope of receiving additional instructions. “You may now get up Melissa,” Paul said as he continued to drink in the scene. Melissa rose and stood next the man from the grocery store and carefully wiped her eyes and nose with the back of her hand. She was now completely unaware of her nakedness. “Mr. Hayward will be here every day with the exception of Sundays to continue with your spankings” Paul continued. “He did an excellent job here tonight and I think this should be representative of all your future spankings. You need to be spanked very soundly if we are going to get you corrected in thirty quick days. You now may walk Mr. Hayward to the door. Mike stood slowly and made little effort to conceal the thick erection throbbing in his work pants. The three of them walked toward the front door. It was again quiet and Mike felt like he should say something. The rather dull man considered saying “thank you” but it did not seem quite appropriate to him. He continued to remain silent, afraid any action might change his luck. As they reached the entry hall, Melissa could feel the cold tile under her feet and she was reminded of her nakedness. She decided to try and cover her breasts as best she could, but her red bottom remained on full display. “This may have been a little awkward tonight, but I think the two of you guys will get into a nice routine before long. Give Mike a kiss on the check and thank him for the spanking Melissa. You will see him again on Monday.“ instructed Paul. She did as she was told but had to strain a bit to kiss the taller man. As Mike leaned down for the kiss his hand accidentally brushing against  Melissa’s naked breast. He looked at Paul and said, “If you want, I can come by on Sunday’s too. I don’t live that far away and I would be happy to spank her then. “ “That’s a good idea Mike, this way Melissa can really get into a routine.“ “No problem man,“ Mike replied clumsily taking care not to make any eye contact with Melissa. Mike then opened the door and walked out into the warm Missouri night. When he heard the door shut behind him, Mike smiled broadly at his amazing good fortune. He didn’t understand exactly why Paul was asking him to do this, but he could always recognize when good thing when it fell into his lap. Mike knew he needed to find enough money to buy a digital camera. His life mission was now to do only two things; spank little Melissa for the next thirty days and make sure he could remember it for the rest of his life. Jerking off had been his life’s work and Melissa would now be his crowning achievement. It was very important to this simple man that he capture Melissa’s face and body fully. When he arrived at his car, he took his thick cock from his pants and immediately resumed the important work he had began long ago.

       Behind the large oak door Paul held Melissa is his arms and he listened to her cry loudly, as if she were a small child with her first real taste of discipline. He had put her through a lot tonight but she still had much more that lay ahead of her. A smile grew on his face as he listened to her continued cries. He was confident that he had put Melissa on the right path and that together they were on the way to establishing a marriage he could be proud of. It was beginning to look like this little brown haired girl from Kansas might make it to the big city after all.