Mr. Rodgers Neighborhood Chapters 4 and 5

Chapter Four:  SURPRISE!!!

It didn’t take long for DJ to become more and more suspicious about the neighborhood they had moved into.  At times she felt as if she were living in a neighborhood surrounded by the Stepford Wives.   She couldn’t put her finger on what it was that wasn’t quite right about her neighbors.  They were all happily married, most of the husbands and many of the wives as well were employed in highly professional  jobs.  Several of her neighbors were physicians,  there was the CEO of a very impressive outdoor and recreational supply company, Catie was a psychologist and Lance an Orthodontist, she and Linda were both registered nurses and before she had moved in her Uncle Rod had been a well known and powerful land developer and engineer.  So what was it that made DJ so suspicious of her neighbors?  It wasn’t something blatantly obvious but she knew that something, just like her mother had said about her uncle so many times, was a bit odd.

“You really don’t see anything strange about this community?”  DJ questioned Austin.

“Honey, just let it go.  You’ve been asking me this for weeks and I keep telling you, No.  Can’t you give it a rest.  They are all just nice people.”  Austin was becoming annoyed with his wife’s insistence that something about Birchwood Estates wasn’t normal.

“ I don’t want to let it go Austin.  I want to know why it is this place is so “perfect” it’s not normal.  Everyone is too happy, too helpful, too in love.  There isn't one dysfunctional family in the entire community.”  DJ continued.

“Yes there is,”  Austin answered trying to lighten DJ’s mood.  He didn’t want this turning into one of their fights again. “Us, we’re the dysfunctional couple, so see nothing is perfect.”

“That’s not funny Austin.  I’m serious, everyone in my family always said that Uncle Rod was odd and now it seems as if we are surrounded by an entire community of odd.”

“They aren’t odd, Deej, they are just content.  There isn’t anything wrong with that.  This isn’t California, there’s no rush out here, no stress to keep up with the Joneses.  Everyone is friendly and helpful to one another.  I can’t believe you can find something wrong with that.” Austin was growing tired of the same topic always coming up, why couldn‘t DJ just enjoy the fact that they had great neighbors.

“I didn’t say it was wrong, just odd!”  DJ was getting irritated with Austin’s nonchalant attitude. “Why can’t you just admit that you find the whole thing weird too.”

“Because I don’t DJ, now let it go already!”  This was it, Austin knew when a fight was coming on and DJ was definitely in one of those moods.  “I’m not going to argue with you about this.  Why don’t you go take a relaxing bath and I’ll go for a bike ride, when I get  back I’ll join you in the tub and we can see where that leads us.”

“I don’t want to take a bath and I know when you are just blowing me off Austin.”  DJ complained following him out to the garage.  “Is that how you always handle things?  When the going gets tough you take off on you damn bike instead of talking it out.”

“There’s nothing to talk about DJ.”  Austin said as he opened the garage door and got on his bike ready to head off on a ride to clear his mind.

“If you leave don’t expect me to be here when you get back!” DJ threatened.  It was an empty threat and Austin knew it.  She’d still be there when he got back and she’d probably still be fired up.  If he left for awhile it may give DJ time to cool off a little, that way the impending fight wouldn’t be quite as bad.

“DJ, I’m going, it’ll give you time to think about things, we can talk when I get back.” With that Austin rode away.

“You Son of a Bitch!”  DJ yelled after him, “Why can’t you be a man and stay here and talk to me!!!” 

DJ didn’t know what to do.  Austin was riding away and had left her standing in the middle of the driveway alone.  Looking down she noticed the morning paper hadn’t been brought in so she picked it up and threw it as hard as she could at Austin.  The paper struck Austin on the shoulder but didn’t deter him from his ride.  He needed to get away, he needed to clear his head  before dealing with DJ. Not that anyone could deal with DJ, he thought to himself.



“They’re at it again.” Stevie told Raymond heading inside from getting the days mail, “I thought you said you were going to talk to Austin.” 

“I know sweetie but how do you bring up something like that to him?  Hey Austin how bought you start spanking DJ and see where it gets you?  Or no, here’s a better one.  Austin that woman of yours is way out of control I think she needs a damn good spanking.  Do you like that one better?”  Raymond wanted to help his friend out but how do you start such a conversation with someone without looking like you‘ve lost your mind.

“Don’t get smart with me mister!”  Stevie said playfully pointing a finger at Raymond.

“Oh, now who’s the one getting smart?”  Raymond teased back. “Woman if I didn’t know any better I’d say you were getting smart with me and you know where that will get you.”

“Yes sir I do.”  Stevie smiled giving Ray a knowing look. 

“Mmhmm, just you remember your place.” Ray said swatting Stevie’s back end as he headed into the study to work on Sunday’s sermon.

“Maybe I can work something into Sunday’s sermon.” Ray offered.

“About spanking your wife?  Well, I’d say you have definitely lost your mind.”  Stevie looked at Raymond worried that he may actually do it.

“No, not spanking, just submitting, I haven’t done a reading from Ephesians in a while maybe it’s time.”

“Well you’d have to get DJ and Austin there for it to do any good.”  Stevie reminded him.

“Yeah, I suppose you are right there.  I’ve tried inviting them several times but to no avail.   How about you talk to Connie about bringing something up at brunch next week.  I know that Austin is quarterbacking on Sunday so DJ should be at the brunch.”  Ray suggested.

“I could do that.”  Stevie said getting one of her sheepish smiles, forcing Ray to wonder what can of worms he may have just opened up.

“Stevie.”  Ray said in a stern voice, “Don’t make me regret having made that suggestion.”

“Now honey, you know me, why would you ever say such a thing.”  Stevie answered with a wink.

“Yeah it’s because I do know you so well that I am worried.  I don’t want you and the other girls getting too carried away with DJ, do I make myself clear?” Stevie could tell that Ray was serious from his tone.

“Yes sir.”  She answered a bit disappointed.




Sunday’s brunch was no different then it had ever been, all the wives were there each with their favorite dish in hand.  It was the first time DJ had attended a community brunch.  She wasn’t sure she even wanted to go but Linda had practically begged her on the way home from work Friday night.  They were lucky enough to be on the same shift at the hospital so they could carpool together.  For Linda’s sake and because DJ was just too tired to argue she had agreed to come. 

“What should I bring?”  DJ asked.

“Don’t worry about bringing anything, there will be enough food for everyone plus leftovers for the guys after the game.”  Linda explained.

“I should bring something.” 

“Just yourself sweetie.”  Linda answered.

As Linda and DJ entered Connie’s house she saw that Linda was right there was enough food to feed half of Springfield.  Pastries and pies, casseroles and hors devours.  An entire ham had been prepared with all the side dishes one could imagine.  DJ couldn’t believe that these women did this every Sunday.  Once again DJ heard the words “Stepford Wives” in the back of her mind.  Luckily the thought was broken by Connie hugging DJ and telling her how happy she was that she could finally join them.  DJ thanked Connie for inviting her and looked around to see all the wives that had been at her welcome party now happily chatting amongst one another. 

“Come on DJ, lets get a drink.”  Linda suggested.

“Oh, okay.”  DJ agreed not sure what else she should do with herself.  At the drink table DJ was happy to see Stevie, at least it was a face she was familiar with. 

“And how are you Miss DJ?”  Stevie asked.  DJ had always thought it was funny that Stevie added Miss to all the women’s names when she addressed them.  What seemed even odder was the fact that when addressing any of the husbands in the community she always responded with Yes Sir and No Sir. 

“I’m good Stevie, a little overwhelmed to be honest.”  DJ admitted to her friend.

“Now don’t be feeling overwhelmed DJ.  You are part of our community, this is where you belong.”  Stevie patted DJ on the shoulder and handed her a glass of wine.
“I know it’s just that we are so new here…”  DJ was explaining when Stevie cut her off.

“Nonsense girl.  Your uncle built this community, if anyone belongs here its you.  He was a fine man and it is so nice to have someone here to represent all that he has built.” 

DJ just blushed.  She couldn’t figure out why her uncle had been such an important part of the community.  Yes, his engineering company had built it but what was it about his role here that made him so special.  DJ was hoping that maybe today’s brunch would provide a little more information about her Uncle Rod and why every one admired him so. 

“Everyone…”  Connie called out, “Everyone have a seat so we can begin.” 

All the ladies found a seat in Connie’s enormous living room.  There were over thirty women in all.  The brunch seemed more like a meeting to DJ then a simple Sunday brunch.  Once again the oddity of the situation struck DJ. 

“Before we begin, I’d like to welcome DJ to her first Birchwood brunch.”

Everyone turned and looked at DJ, a couple of the women applauded her and several mouthed a welcome to her.  DJ wanted to hide but there was no where to escape to.  “Thank you for having me.”  DJ said.

“As most of you know DJ is the niece of  Jeffery Rodgers the founder of our “little” community.  It is so nice to be able to welcome a relative of his to Birchwood Estates.  I think he would be happy to know that she is here with us today.”  Connie continued.

Once again the women of Birchwood applauded as DJ slipped lower into her seat trying to escape her role as the main attraction at the brunch. 

“I know many of you started out in this lifestyle with Rod as your mentor and now we get to pass that favor onto DJ.”  DJ had no idea what Connie was talking about.  Uncle Rod, a mentor?  A mentor of what?  And what did she need mentoring in?

“He was an incredible man,” Catie quickly stood up and began a dissertation of Jeffery Rodgers, “He was my first Dom and taught me everything I  know about being a proper sub.  I will always be grateful for how he taught me to embrace my submissive side and become the woman that I am today.”  

A few of the other women in the room nodded in agreement.  Apparently Rod had been their Dom as well.
DJ had no idea what any of the women were talking about.  Doms? Subs? Her Uncle Rod?  What had he been to these women. 

“I, I don’t understand.”  DJ hesitantly stated, “What is it you are talking about?” 

“Why your Uncle Rod, DJ.  Surely you must have known.  You lived with him during your college years.  You really didn’t realize that he was a Dominant and Master for many submissive women?”  Catie continued, “I’m sure you don’t recognize me now, that was so many years ago, but Rod was my Master at the time you lived with him.  I remember you like it was yesterday.” 

“Oh dear.”  Stevie said.  Raymond had warned her not to get carried away.  She was sure DJ had known about Rod and his lifestyle yet DJ didn’t seem to have a clue about Rod or the fact that Birchwood Estates was built for and sold to only those selected by Rod himself to live in the elite spanking community. 

“You know me?”  DJ asked Catie.

“Well of course I do honey, several of us here do.  Your Uncle Rod was Master and Dom to several of the women here in Birchwood before we married. He's also been a mentor to many of the men here.  He’s the reason we are all here now.  He built this community for all of us so that we could live an open and honest life among other spankos.”

“Excuse me?”  DJ couldn’t believe what she was hearing.  “I live in a spanking community, built by my Uncle Rod and all of you are “spankos" whatever that means?”

“Yes ma’am,” Connie answered, “Your Uncle Rod knew you and Austin weren’t happy in your marriage anymore so he arranged to have you move out here in hopes of helping the two of you find happiness with each other again.”

“And Rod thought that by my moving into a spanking community that Austin and I would suddenly be happy again?”  DJ was confused, hurt, angry and more then a little embarrassed.

“He was hoping that by living around us and seeing how living this lifestyle has helped us all that perhaps you and Austin would embrace the lifestyle and find happiness together again.” Connie explained.

“Well he was WRONG!” and with that DJ stormed out of Connie’s house.



 Chapter Five: THE RULES

“I told you not to get carried away!”  Stevie could tell that Raymond was furious with her by the tone of his voice.

“I’m sorry honey.  I thought she knew.  We would have never said anything to her if we had known she didn’t know about Rod or the community.”

“Not only have you made us look bad, you have made the entire community look bad!  I warned you Stevie, I told you to take it easy on DJ, but no, you and the ladies had to just blurt things out!  I asked you not to make me regret this and now I see that is exactly what you did.” Ray continued.

“I said I was sorry, what else am I suppose to do?”  Stevie knew what was coming yet hoping against hope that Raymond wouldn’t punish her for what had happened.

“You know what you are suppose to do.  Into the study and over the couch, NOW!”  There was no arguing with Ray, once he had decided a punishment was in order there was no talking him out of it.

“Yes sir.”  Stevie replied as she turned toward the study, eyes downcast ready to accept her fate.

It seemed like hours since Stevie had done what Raymond had asked of her and placed herself over the arm of the couch in the study.  It had actually only been four or five minutes when Raymond appeared at the door with implements in hand, but to Stevie time always seemed to stand still as she waited for a punishment.  Placing himself on the couch next to Stevie, Ray motioned for her to come and place herself over his lap.  She did so without hesitation.  They had been living in a domestic discipline marriage for nearly a decade now and Stevie knew to hesitate would only make matters worse. 

“I think we both know why you are in this position.”  Ray began with the lecture as his hands began placing warm up swats over Stevie’s jeans.

“Yes sir.”  Stevie answered.

“I told you not to get carried away.”  Ray continued as each swat became harder and harder, “Yet you jumped right in without even clarifying the situation.  I am VERY disappointed in you Stevie.”

That was all it took.  The tears began to flow down Stevie’s cheeks.  It wasn’t that the punishment was painful, actually Raymond was just getting started, it was that he had said the “d” word.  Ray saying he was disappointed in her always brought Stevie to tears.  She hated to disappoint the man she loved.  Knowing that she had disappointed him hurt more then any punishment could.  In fact most punishments felt good to Stevie.  Yes they hurt, but when it was over all would be forgiven and Stevie and Ray could move forward. 

“Over the desk.” Stevie’s thoughts were broken by Raymond directing her off his lap and over to his desk.  Stevie knew that the punishment was about to get serious.  Knowing what Raymond expected of her Stevie removed her jeans and panties and placed herself over the back of his desk.  Reaching for the other side Stevie placed both hands over her head and held onto the opposite side.  She was ready now for whatever Raymond had in mind. 

Ray began with his old faithful  implement, his strap.  It had actually been in the family for several generations although Ray believed that he was probably the first in the family to use it for his wife.  It was a long, thick piece of leather worn from years of use.  Ray had heard that it had been originally purchased by his
great-grandfather as a straight razor strop.  It was Ray’s favorite implement and one dreaded by Stevie.  In the position that she had been placed in Ray could easily reach her bottom, sit spot and upper thighs to get his point across and he wasn’t missing any of them today.  By the time he had finished with the strap every area from her tailbone to her knees had become a deep shade of red.  It had taken nearly 15 minutes for Raymond to get to the point that he felt Stevie was ready to move on to a new implement.  Usually when she had reached the point that she was struggling to stay in position it was time to move on.  The rod would be next and for this punishment unless there was a reason to continue, which Ray doubted there would be today,  it would also be the last implement for the day.  He could tell he had Stevie just about where he wanted her.  She was definitely remorseful but he knew that to make an impression on her he usually needed a few strikes with the rod or the cane to make sure she would be thinking about this for a few days to come. 

“I’m almost done Stevie and I am proud of you.  You’ve taken your punishment well.  There will be five strikes with the rod on each thigh.  I want you to count them out for me and then we will be done.  Do you understand?’  Ray always had Stevie count the last few strikes it was something he knew she despised doing.  She would much rather lay quietly and stay in her zone then have to count during a punishment.

“Yes sir.”  Stevie answered, and with that the rod came down sharply on her left thigh. “One, ow.” again, “Two, ow.”  As Ray continued with the rod Stevie did her best to comply with his wishes.  By the time he had reached the fourth strike on her right thigh Stevie didn’t think she could take anymore.  “Four, ow, please Ray, no more, I can’t do this.” 

“It’s only one more strike Stevie, you can do it.”  Ray encouraged her to finish giving her a slight break on the fifth and final strike.

“Five” was all Stevie could say as the sobs took over.  Ray reached down and took his wife in his arms.  It hadn’t been an easy punishment to give.  Ray knew that Stevie hadn’t actually gone out of her way to hurt DJ or to disobey him but she hadn’t used good judgment in the way that she had handled the situation and Stevie knew one of the rules was to always use good judgment when dealing with people.  So a punishment was given as it had been before and would be again.  Stevie just seemed to have a knack at getting herself into trouble.  Holding her now as Stevie apologized to him for her lack of judgment Ray knew that this lifestyle was the best thing that had ever happened to them and he was hoping, just maybe, one day DJ and Austin could say the same thing.