Cora: “Pretty heavy punishment. I’d hate to think what else they’d done if they’d walked in on all four of you naked.”
Mary Ellen: “Oh there was more punishment and real quick too. When we got home, Dad marched me in the house and up to my bedroom. When he told me to strip, I thought Mom would stop it but she just backed him up. She even started undressing me. When I tried to cover myself, she slapped me and told me to put my hands by my side. Dad called me all kinds of stuff — whore, slut, ruined woman and so on. Said I’d shamed the family and I’d never find a husband. All the while I stand there naked and sobbing, I was so ashamed. Finally after a long tongue lashing, he told me to bend over on the bed. I knew a spanking was coming, but not with a willow switch. Oh did that hurt, my rear end even got bloody. I really screamed and cried, so much that Mom made him stop and said he should spank with his hand. So he made me lie over on his lap. Still stark naked, torn up buttocks and all, he gave me a hand spanking, real hard too, for some time. He got sweaty and was breathing hard. I think he finally quit because he got worn out.”
Cora: “Good grief! Your dad gave you a spanking on your bare butt? How humiliating that must have been. You must have been sick afterwards.”
Mary Ellen: “Oh I was, in more than one way. You know what the worst was though? Dad got an erection, I felt it lying on his lap as he spanked me. It’s really gross when your own father gets an erection from spanking your bare butt.”
Cora, shocked from what she had just heard, decided to move the conversation in another direction: “I’m surprised you didn’t go crazy from all that. Say, at SIU, with that landlady watching you so close, how’d you and Tom ever manage to go out?”
Mary Ellen: “We didn’t until Mom and Dad finally let me. One weekend I was home and Tom came and asked them for permission to date me. He told them how he was going to be a pastor and had really high morals. After lots of jawboning, they finally gave in. Thing is, he really did have high morals. Never even tried to feel my titties until our wedding night. It was his first time for anything, even feeling titties. Can you imagine, Tom was 23 when we got married and he’d never done anything before. Sure he said he’d dated some girls in high school but that he’d done more than kiss — no way.”
Cora: “Did he know you’d done it before? Actually, how’re you so sure he’d never done anything but kiss?”
Mary Ellen: “How am I sure? Easy. On our wedding night, he was all fumbles, didn’t know what was what or where to put it. That I wasn’t a virgin? When we finally got to date, I just had to be honest with him — sort of honest anyway. I said I had had a boyfriend and then one time things just went too far. I cried a bunch and said I was so sorry I could never be pure enough for him. He cried too and said he was so sorry for me. We did lots of praying to try and make things right. On our wedding night, after the reception in the Lion’s hall, you were there, remember, we drove to Decatur and went to that new Holiday Inn. Checking in, Tom was so nervous, he almost couldn’t sign the register.
“In the room, he was shaking even more and was like frozen, no idea what to do. He’s wearing slacks and a shirt; me, I’m in my travel dress, we’d both changed after the reception. I didn’t dare make the first move. Finally he says ‘let’s pray.’ So we prayed for our marriage and he asked God to forgive me for not being a pure and clean bride. I cried and he said he was sorry but it had to be that way. Still dressed, we sit on the edge of the bed, not saying anything. Finally he takes my hand, turns to me and says, ‘look we’re married now, we’re supposed to have sexual intercourse. Let’s try it now before we get too sleepy.’ I think now he’s going to start by petting my titties, but he doesn’t do a thing. Just sits, hands shaking, not even looking at me. So I think, well maybe he wants me to start. I reach under my dress and take my panties off.
“That seemed to give him some self-confidence and he says something like ‘Well I guess I need to take off my slacks.’ I just angle my head and give him a sweet smile. So down go his slacks and then he’s sitting there wearing boxer shorts. It’s easy to see he’s got an erection and he sees that I see it. He’s real embarrassed and says he’s sorry. In my best sympathetic voice, I tell him his penis is supposed to be that way otherwise he won’t get it in me. He’s breathing real fast and it’s like he’s tongue tied. I got up off the bed and pulled my dress off over my head, then took my bra off. He glances up, then looks down again, like he thought he shouldn’t look at my naked body. I said, ‘Tom, you got to look at me. Now look at me.’ He did and then I moved over to him and helped him off with his shirt and undershirt. He’s sitting on the bed, I’m standing there close facing him, my crotch is pretty much direct in his face. I stroke his shoulders and neck and bend over and kiss the top of his head. When I back away and look at his crotch, I see he’s not hard anymore and his boxer shorts are wet. He’d ejaculated with me standing in front of him, my crotch in his face. Now he’s really embarrassed. I tell it’s all right, we should just go in the bathroom and get it cleaned up.
“So it’s in the bathroom, standing there in front of the lavatory, I get to see my husband’s penis for the first time. It’s soft, foreskin covering the end and all smeary. He was kind of numb, like he couldn’t do anything. I’d had to pull down his boxer shorts myself. So after he’s all naked, I make a washcloth all wet with warm water and I wash him, testicles, thighs, pubic hair and penis — even put the foreskin back and wash the head. He starts getting hard and I see he’s a little embarrassed, not so much like before, but still he’s not comfortable getting an erection in front of me. I tell him again that it’s natural and his penis has to get that way, otherwise it won’t penetrate into me. I can see he’s still really uneasy, so I say we need to get in bed under the covers.”
Cora needed to catch her breath before replying. “That’s pretty heavy duty stuff. So you two finally did it then?”
“Not right away. I had to show him that he needed to pay attention to me too. I’ll tell you, my crotch was really unfamiliar territory for him — like he’d never looked at an anatomy book. I had to point out to him my clitoris and my vagina. I woulda liked to been wetter when he finally tried to get in, but I didn’t want to wait cause he mighta had another premature ejaculation.”
“It’s not so nice being too dry for penetration. I often gotta rub my clitoris before Vern sticks it in. Course I try to do it without him seeing me do it.”
“Oh I learned that quick enough. But I don’t have to do that anymore. See, I taught Tom a lot. I just had to get him to loosen up and I couldn’t rush things. That first night though, I taught him how to get me wet. When we did it the second time, I was wet enough and it really went well — for both of us. Tom was so thankful. Actually really thankful. You won’t believe this but he insisted that we get down on our knees and thank God that our sex worked so well.”
“Really? Wow! Never even thought anything like that could happen. You oughta post that on one of these tell-all websites.”
Yeah, well another thing you won’t believe is that after we did it the second time, Tom went down on me — without me asking.”
“Sounds like Tom is a good student. And it sounds like you’re a good teacher.”
Mary Ellen: “He is a good student. And I am a good teacher. Principle is though, when you teach a man how to please you, you gotta go slow. A little bit at a time. If you go too fast, they take you for a feminist bra burner and it’ll all go sour. Look, education was my major at SIU. But at SIU they didn’t teach us what I’ve taught Tom. I got that from Charlie. Hey by the way, Charlie musta taught you all kinds of stuff too. You getting Vern shaped up?”
Cora didn’t want to answer so she changed the subject to Vern’s griping over how the Jews were making the grain prices too low.
Carol Ann Nordbauer
Carol Ann had enlisted in the Air Force and afterwards on active duty, was stationed at bases far enough away that the locals slowly lost interest in gossiping about her real or imagined sexual improprieties with Charlie.
When her marriage to USAF Chief Master Sergeant Kenney B. Jones was announced, she regained most of her soiled reputation with the gossipers. After all, Jones had some credentials that impressed the Samsford locals, at least those who were able to understand what the credentials were. An Air Force operations intelligence specialist with Chinese language proficiency, Kenney Jones was currently on loan to the National Security Agency and had a security clearance higher than the government admits to the existence of.
What really mattered though in Carol Ann’s regaining her reputation was that Kenney Jones was said to be a practicing Christian — he even taught Sunday school in a United Methodist Church congregation in Aurora Highlands, Virginia, where the newlyweds had made their home. Clearly Carol Ann had made a good catch. That she might or might not have gone to her wedding bed without an intact hymen was more or less forgotten.
When Sergeant and Mrs. Jones paid a visit to Samsford, the gossip reignited with a vengeance. Why? Jones was African-American. “Imagine a nice white Christian girl from Samsford marrying a colored. Well after the business with Charlie Dalman, no white Christian guy worth a shot of powder would ever marry her.” It wasn’t just that Jones was colored, it was common knowledge among the moral hypocrites that coloreds have really big ones: “Imagine that big black snake going into Carol Ann’s strawberry blonde pussy.” Then some guys who had been in high school athletics with Charlie Dalman remembered that Charlie had a pretty big one too. That led to the gossip taking another turn: “At least she was ready for the big black salami.”
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