The Spanking Stories - #2: Memento Morey
Date: 10/5/2017, Categories: Fiction, BDSM, Consensual Sex, Discipline, Domination / Submission, Humiliation, Male Domination, Straight Sex, Spanking, Wife / MILF, Author: zenmackie, Source: sexstories.com
The Spanking Stories - #2: Memento Morey By Zen Mackie Too many ironies , thought Susan, drunkenly. Too damn many ironies for one day. She reached for the bottle on her desk, but her hand went where the bottle wasn’t and only succeeded in knocking it into the wastebasket. Hell with it. She folded her arms on the desk and let her head fall heavily onto them as she began to weep again. Too damn many ironies for one life… First of all, the name: Susan B. Anthony. Major Susan B. Anthony, United States Army: combat-trained daughter of Quaker parents who were still reeling over her choice of career. She often wondered whether the original Susan B. Anthony, pioneering feminist (and a distant ancestor of Susan’s), would approve. As an agitator for women’s rights she would certainly have cheered Susan’s swift rise through the ranks of what had historically been an all-male preserve. But she had also been raised as a Quaker and therefore a pacifist, so there were no safe assumptions to be made. Susan liked to think that the feminist side would have won out, but she also understood the pain of divided loyalties all too well. Nevertheless, although she rarely revealed her middle initial to anyone, she always carried a Susan B. Anthony dollar as a talisman, and in times of stress would reach into her pocket and hold it, rubbing her thumb along its edge. Second of all, her marriage: Military women, if they married at all, married military men—who else would understand and accept the ... sacrifices required by military duty? Susan understood that as well as any of her fellow women officers. Lord knows they’d discussed it often enough over drinks, generally while complaining about the quality of the men available to them. So why had Major Susan B. Anthony, career army-officer, married a college professor? A professor of philosophy, no less. She was sure the question came up on a regular basis around the base. She’d overheard the snide remarks about her “house-husband” and “pet liberal” and the insinuations that she enjoyed being “the man of the house.” If they only knew , she’d thought more than once. Morris ‘Morey’ Hillier was in some ways everything ‘they’ suspected: intellectual, politically liberal and by nature a gentle and considerate man. But as a philosopher he believed that aggression was part and parcel of the human condition, particularly among the male of the species, and that therefore an organized military was a necessary evil. So while he was enough of a liberal to be delighted when he learned Susan’s full name, and to encourage her to keep it even after they were married, he was completely supportive of Susan’s vocation—though occasionally irritated or bemused by some of the demands it made on her. They had met when Morey was a guest lecturer for one of Susan’s military-science courses, giving a basic overview of logic as applied to strategy. She had stayed after class one day to get a fuller explanation of a particularly knotty theory. Until then ...