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I'll make a woman out of you yet! [ZombxNurse]

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When James had heard that he would be having a new woman living with him, at first he wasn't too appalled at the thought, but when he had heard she was from up North he began to turn away from the idea. His father didn't let him in on all the juicy little details of why the girl would be staying in his house for the next couple of months, but being his father James of course agreed to let the girl stay in the spare room for a while. As far as he was concerned all the northern Americans were scum under his boot, lawless, godless, scum of the world. A large portion of them were atheists, although he wasn't one to frequent church on a weekly basis he always made sure to be thankful to the lord for all his blessings. Oh God he hoped this woman at least knew how to be a proper lady, hoped she would clean up the house and have a decent meal prepared when he got home from work. His fears escalated when he learned more and more about the woman and why she would be coming.

It wasn't until a week before the woman was due to arrive that he had learned about the deal itself and what was going on. A marriage, between him and that woman who was coming down to live with him. He contemplated just leaving her at the airport to find her own way home, but he was too much of a gentleman to ever do that to a woman, no matter how barbaric and unladylike she may turn out to be. But that would all be figured out later, after he actually meets her for the first time. She was soon to be his wife, and he was only meeting her for the first time now. The thought of eloping with a complete stranger turned him off, especially once he thought of her appearance. What if she was some fat whore who wanted nothing but to sit on her behind all day, while he did the woman's work as well as his own. An abomination she was surely, sent down to him to turn him to suicide.

The man in his early thirty's stood up slowly out of his chair and looked around the room at the large wooden clock that hung loosely on the wall of his home. He wasn't very bad looking, he sure could use some grooming though. His hair was just a bit longer then what would be considered short, but not quite long or medium length. An almost permanent 5 o'clock shadow covered the lower part of his face, a muscular jawline made him look defined as a man. His body itself was quite large and well toned, showing well under his sleeveless top which was a little too tight for him. Torn blue jeans covered his legs and a pair of work boots, his feet. He was definitely a working man, who took his work home with him.

As he exited his home he looked towards the left at his truck which sat not very well parked beside his house, halfway on the dirt driveway which lead forward into a wall of trees which separated his house from the road which lead to town. The house itself was quite old and warn out, aesthetically but not the structure. The paint was chipping and the deck was broken in some parts, fixed up quickly with spare boards which just didn't look quite right. But it was good enough for him, far enough away from the people so that he could get some peace, but close enough the his friends so that he could go out for a night with some buddies. The closest house wasn't too far, only about a 5 minute drive in any direction would get you to a house, but the surrounding wooded area made it seem more secluded then it really was.
 
Elsa was originally under the impression that she was on her way to Texas for a business conference. She had signed some sort of contract that made her liable to any of the business transactions that happened at the conference. She had been a little reluctant to sign it, but her mother had told her that this conference was exclusive and highly valuable -- so she agreed. Elsa was a feminist with a small femme business. She specialized in women's studies and making sure that women knew that they were supposed to be in control all of the time.

Elsa wasn't an ugly girl by any means. She had silky dark brown hair and piercing honey brown eyes. She was short and curvy but had a thin waist (with nice child bearing hips, though). The problem came in her manner of dress. She wore baggy frumpy clothes that downplayed her curves and assets. She hated when men looked at her and despised those who tried to pick her up. She wished she was a lesbian, but she couldn't deny that she did enjoy men at some sort of primal level.

Elsa got a phone call when she landed in Texas. It was her mother, calling to tell her that she actually wasn't there for a business meeting. She was there to meet her new husband, who she was in fact married to. Elsa was absolutely livid. She grabbed her suitcase from the baggage claim and stomped out to where she was supposed to wait for her supposed hubby. She crossed her arms over her chest, her large sunglasses hiding her pretty eyes. She was swearing under her breath in her slightly obnoxious New York accent, fully prepared to make this man's life a living hell for the next week before she had a flight back (or so she thought).
 
The man's truck had already zoomed down the road at a fairly high speed, just above the speed limit but not a reckless amount. He wasn't far off from the airport, it was a few minutes ahead of the town, which wasn't far at all from his house either. He knew he was late, but due to the circumstanced he couldn't care less. She was now his wife, and she could wait to do things when it suited his needs. It wasn't long before he the small airport was in plain view, it wasn't too busy at the time but it still took him several minutes to get past the traffic and a few more minutes to find a parking space. He was told very little of her appearance, brown hair and brown eyes, that was all he knew. No weight description, no description of the cloths she was wearing, just her hair and eye color. But since most of the people were in a hurry to either get in the airport, or leave it wasn't long before he found a girl standing all by herself, suitcase in hand and an angered look on her face.

He approached her with a simple question, her name. "Elsa?" he asked with a voice that didn't seem to happy to see her. Sure she was quite attractive but she was probably some feminist lesbian who thought men were below her. Surely if she turned out to truly be like this, he would change her quite quickly. Thoughts of her disgraceful personality filled his head with dread, what if she truly was his worst nightmare come true. His only hope that she would at least be good around the house, or in the bed at the very least. This was maybe the first positive thing he thought about her, it had been a while since he had the company of a women, it would have been at least a month and a half now since he had any fun. He blushed a little as he check over her body, something he probably would regret doing right after meeting his... wife.
 
Elsa saw the man coming from all the way across the parking lot. She could tell it was him because he was the most hickish disgusting man there. It was just her luck that her husband would be the most horrid of southern rednecks. She rolled her eyes from behind her dark sunglasses as he approached her. She could barely stand to be seen with him, she couldn't imagine how it would be when they got to whatever dump his home was. She shuddered at the mere thought of it.

"James, I'm assuming." she said flatly when he said her name. She sighed and held out her suitcase, dropping it in front of him. "Carry that for me, will ya?" she said asked bluntly, it obviously wasn't a real question. She glanced at the road and even though there was a car coming, she began to walk across the street anyway. The car slammed on its breaks and honked loudly, to which Elsa gave the middle finger and waltzed across the street to the parking lot. She didn't know which car was his, she was just going to look for the ugliest one and was sure that would be it.
 
After watching the girl's display of friendliness he picked up the bags roughly and carried them, following after her to the parking lot but splitting up from her and moving down towards his truck. He didn't say a word but he stood and waited for her to follow and get in the truck. The bags were quickly thrown over the side of the truck and dropped a little rough on the metal surface of the back compartment with an almost silent crash. He hadn't bothered locking the door, crime rate here was fairly low and a stolen car could easily be spotted in the small town where everyone knew everyone, and everyone's car. He soon disappeared inside the truck and the keys were turned, the engine roared and he was ready to take off, with or without the girl.

After her little confrontation with the driver of the car which had almost hit her, he was ready to burst but he would control himself until they got to his home to avoid a public outburst. He always tried his best to be a gentleman like his mother had taught him, but women like this he thought needed to be taught a lesson. Not physically of course, but maybe he would have to resort to that. Although he would never hit a woman, he had some friends who did from time to time. Although he was from the south, he was not a complete hick, in any way. Sure he was a little messy, he didn't have too much money, but at least he was living the way he wanted to be. He had been saving money for most of his life, and had more then he would need hidden in his bedroom.

He came from a fairly rich family, well known in the community. But he chose to go into his own business as a mechanic, making his own living. And he was doing a good enough job so far, his shop was one of two in the whole community and he got most of the customers, most of the money and was able to hire the best staff. Sure he might not have looked like it, but he was well off, better then most of the big city people who paid a fortune for a small apartment. Sooner or later he would be able to retire and have a nice big house, with everything he would need. Right now he was putting together every, everything but the woman he was missing... well he did have one now, but a proper lady she was not.
 
Elsa got into the ugly pick up truck and sighed. There were so many things wrong here. First, it was ridiculously hot. Second, her husband obviously didn't have too much intellect. Thirdly, he drove this ugly mug of a vehicle. Fourth, it was ridiculously hot. She pulled her sunglasses up on top of her head and rubbed her eyes wearily. It had been a long plane flight and she was tired. She needed to set some ground rules first though.

"Listen up, James." she said in her most sarcastic and irritated of voices, "We need to reach an understanding. I was tricked into coming down here. I'm leaving in a week. I'm getting the marriage annulled the second I get back to New York. No hard feelings, that's just how it is. During this week we are not going to hug, kiss, sleep in the same room, and under no circumstances partake in any sort of intimate activities. Got it?"

She didn't even bother to look at him as she spoke because frankly, she didn't care what his face looked like. He was going to have to accept her terms whether he liked it or not. "Oh, and another thing. I'm not cooking or cleaning for you, so you can forget that. I hope you have a maid."
 
The anger was rising deep inside his body. He knew from the start that they wouldn't get along, but she should have at least tried. And now, now he knew she would be utterly useless around the house. His foot hit down hard on the breaks. "Listen you little whore." He told her to gain her attention. "You are staying in my house and you will do what I tell you to do." he told her sternly, looking over her and giving her a deadly stare. He wouldn't be able to take this much longer, he now understood why some of his friends had beaten their woman, but he would refrain from doing this for now at least. After getting that off his chest he began to cool down and once again start the car, driving off towards his home.

OOC//: Sorry it's short. :S
 
Her eyes grew wide with surprise when he called her a whore. She narrowed them immediately and crossed her arms over her chest defiantly. So that was how he wanted this to be? He wanted her to be his little honey? His little bitch? Negative. Elsa was no one's bitch. "I certainly don't have to stay in your house. I could easily find a hotel somewhere, I'm sure." but as they drove through the town she could see that the chance of there even being a motel was slim, let alone a posh hotel that would fit Elsa's high standards. "Besides, if you told me to do something, I just wouldn't do it well." she scoffed at him and shook her head, deciding that he definitely was a dunce.

OOC//: It's okay. <3
 
"Well, you might not have noticed but the town isn't too high class." he assured her as they came up to his driveway. "And if you really feel so strongly about doing work in the house, you can always sleep outside." he gave her the option with a smile as he looked down the small dirt driveway at his house, he knew she wouldn't like it at all and it made him smile a little. "But you know, it's supposed to rain for the next couple of days, you'd get awfully wet out there." he added with a laugh as the truck pulled to a halt at the end of the driveway next to the shabby old house. "Welcome home." were his last words before he exited the vehicle and grabbed her bags from the back of his truck.
 
She couldn't believe her mother had really subjected her to this. She made a mental note to never, ever speak to her mother again. She opened the car door and got out of it, slamming it as hard as she could. She walked stubbornly towards the house, making her irritation and dissatisfaction as obvious to James as she possibly could. She most definitely was NOT going to sleep outside, the mere thought of that made her skin crawl. The idea of cleaning his house made her skin crawl just as badly though. She wasn't meant to be his bitch, women were the controllers. She doubted he would actually make her sleep outdoors though.
 
As he opened the door slowly, you could already tell that it had been a while since any serious cleaning had been done. The house was kept a way that he liked it. Everything was out where it could be easily reached, so most of the surfaces were covered in some kind of object that wouldn't normally belong there. "Please, make yourself at home." he told her as he dropped the bags down on the old couch that lay just next to the door. The furniture was fairly used, about ten years old and torn in some places. But none of that really bothered James because it was still use able. "You can get to work right away, put your stuff in the spare bedroom down the hall to the left then you can start cooking supper." he told her as he sat down on the couch next to the bags, grabbed the remote which balanced on the arm of the couch. There was some action movie on, loud bangs and bullet shots filled the room almost immediately.
 
In reality, Elsa was a pretty good cook. She wasn't a master chef or anything, but she could definitely feed people and make them happy. She wasn't going to let him know that though. She raised an eyebrow when she entered the shabby house, seeing that the entire place looked like a disaster area. Great. And he expected her to clean this. Yeah right. While she liked a clean house, she wasn't going to be the one to clean it. That's what immigrant maids were for. She grabbed her bags wordlessly and dragged them down the hall to the spare bedroom, throwing them in without much thought.

When she came back to the living room she just stared at James for a second. She was trying to think of that best way to refuse to cook for him. She'd already told him that she wasn't going to, but he obviously had selective hearing. She approached the couch and flopped down onto it, on the farthest point away from him that she could: the opposite end. She put an elbow on the arm of it and willed herself to watch the horrid action film for a minute before she had to avert her eyes. She had decided the best course of action would be to say nothing to him at all. Let him figure out that she hasn't feeding him.
 
"So you're too good to cook for a man?" he asked with an angered voice. Women like her wouldn't last too long in the town, liberal minded dykes. He could only stand her presence on the couch for a minute before standing up infront of her, staring down at the woman. "If you want to stay in my house for the rest of the week, you will do what I say." he informed her as he reached down for her arm, pulling her to her feet less then a foot away from him. Their bodies were practically touching in some places but he continued to stare her down. His grip wasn't tight, yet tight enough to keep her standing against her will, but not tight enough to leave too much pain or marks.
 
She stared up at him, her eyes full of fire and hate for him. He may have been taller and stronger than her, but he didn't scare her. He was a trigger-happy backwoods hick and she wasn't going to submit to him for even a second. She tried to wrench her arm away from him, but he held her tightly. "I told you already, I don't want to stay here. I stay because I have to. I'll be gone the second I can be, then you'll never have to see me again." she growled at him, her face flushing with her anger. The mere feel of his rough hand on her smooth arm was making her skin crawl with disgust.
 
"I don't care if you want to be here or not, you're here for a week." he yelled out in an angered voice. But in a bit more of a calm tone, he added "And while you are staying here, you will listen to me and do what I tell you." Although his voice was now calm, it still had an air of anger hidden inside. He was in fact angered at this woman who thought she could do what she wished in his house, without putting in any effort at all. This woman definitely needed some kind of punishment, his first reaction was to take a seat and bend her over his knee. Overpowering her wasn't exactly easy but after a few tries he successfully got her down. Within another couple of minutes her pants were unbuckled and hit the floor with an almost silent thud.

"Woman, if you won't do as you're told you will be punished." he informed her as the first punishment was given, a firm slap on the ass with his good hand. It was quickly followed by another, and another until her bottom was covered in bright red hand prints all over. After her first bit of punishment even his own hand stung with a faint shade of red after the last spanking was delivered. Her plump bottom definitely was a joy to see, to touch and feel. He laughed a little as he continued to hold her down in this position even after she was thoroughly punished. He would be more then glad to continue on with this punishment if she still refused to give in to his demands. For some reason the fact that she was disobedient almost exited him, she wasn't like the rest of the girls around the town who did everything and anything their man had asked.
 
She was about to retort something to him when he sat down and grabbed her. She screeched and tried to pull away, yelling for him to get his dirty hands off of her. But he persisted and he was stronger than her, it was hard for her to try to get away. Within minutes he'd finally gotten her down, slung across his lap. She continued to scream, kicking as hard against him as she could. She screamed even louder when he yanked her pants down, exposing her ass to him. "What are you doing!? Stop! STOP!" she screamed, terror and anger flooding her mind and her face.

She realized that he wasn't just spanking her, but also groping and fondling her. He was absolutely disgusting. She hated him, she hated his touch, and she hated that he thought he could do this to her. The worst part? A tiny shred of herself liked being spanked. She was finally able to wrench herself off of his lap, falling down onto the floor. She stood up and quickly pulled her panties and pants up, buckling them again tightly. "Fine, fine! I'll cook your god damn dinner!" she screeched and stormed away from him to the kitchen. She threw things around the kitchen until she found something she thought she could cook. It took her fifteen minutes, but she eventually had something simple cooked. She plated it and threw it down on the table, not bothering to make it look nice. She also didn't bother to announce that it was ready. If he wanted to eat it he could come get it.
 
Noticing that she had dropped a plate down on the table he approached her slowly, clicking a button on the television remote and then dropping it down on the couch. He walked slowly as she moved away from the meal which she had so quickly prepared for him. "Well that wasn't so hard, was it?" he mentioned as he pulled out a seat at the table and sat down slowly at one of the four chairs in the kitchen. "Well, you didn't make yourself something to eat?" he asked as he began to devour the meal infront of him slowly, but he was quite hungry at the time. His eyes stuck with the girl as he gobbled down the meal, barely even looking at the food that she had prepared for him.

"Oh come on now, I know you liked it a little." he teased her as he was almost finished what she had cooked. He gave a small laugh between bites as his face changed, he almost flashed her a smile. Between bites of food he managed to mumble "What's the dripping down your leg, out of your pussy?" and he laughed again, watching her ever so closely. Within minutes he had finished off the meal and lifted up the plate. It was soon dropped on the kitchen counter next to the sink and left it there to be cleaned. He was soon off in the direction of the television which was once again flicked on and the sounds of the movie filled the room once more, his eyes meeting with her body every once in a while.
 
She glared at him when he came into the kitchen and began to eat the food. She hoped her choked on it. She hadn't gone out of her way to make it taste good, but she hadn't intentionally made it bad either. She hoped he hated it and never asked her to cook for him again. Well, he hadn't really asked. She kept her eyes away from him, though she could feel his on her. "No. I'm not eating with you," she growled irritably, her arms crossed in front of her chest tightly. Her face flushed a deep red when he began teasing her. He was disgusting, how dare he use such terms? Pussy was a gross word.

She grabbed his plate off the counter and cleaned it quickly, the pan and other things she'd used to cook as well. That was all she cleaned though, neglecting the rest of the dishes in the sink. There was mess everywhere. She could clean all day for a week and the house would probably only be half cleaned. Thankfully she was not going to waste her time doing that. When she had cleaned the dinner dishes she stomped out of the kitchen, through the living room, and towards the spare bedroom. She planned to lock herself in there so he couldn't get to her.
 
After watching her storm out of the room after his few taunts he decided to follow her back to the room. "Well, I guess this is kind of like our honey moon." he laughed as he walked slowly down the hall after she had already made her way in the room. Once at the door he pushed it open slowly and peeked his head inside. "Come on, why don't we have a little fun while we're here?" he joked again as his hand rubbed into his pants, massaging his manhood slowly stroking up and down. He watched her closely, almost staring her in the eyes as best he can.

OOC//: Sorry it's short. D:
 
She spun around when she heard him open the door and peek inside. Fury was written all over her face. Not only for having to come here, but also for his being rude to her, spanking her, and forcing him to cook for him like that. Not to mention the constant lewd looks her threw at her. Now he expected her to mess around with him? She stomped over to the door, "Absolutely not you disgusting pig," she spat at him and slammed the door shut, turning the lock. She assumed that there was no key and that he couldn't get in. A honey moon? Absolutely not. They'd had no wedding ceremony, no reception dinner, nothing. She was NOT going to have sex with him.

OOC//: It's okay. <3
 
Angered, his arm met with the door in what seemed like one swift motion. The motion shook the entire door but cracked nothing, just what seemed like a large vibration which made the door push back then return to place. "Do you think you can lock me out of a room, in my own house?!" he yelled out as he stormed off towards the kitchen. One of the cupboards above the kitchen sink was pulled open so fast that it slammed up against the next and left a dent in the wood. A pair of keys jangled as he gripped them in his fist and returned to the spare bedroom. "You open this fucking door right now, or I'll come in there and beat you!" he screamed as he waited several seconds for her reply.
 
She jumped when she heard his fist connect with the door. She hadn't realized just how angered he was. She heard him storm around the house and then come back to the door. She stared at it for a second after she heard him scream. Would he really beat her? She didn't think so. No, he couldn't. He wouldn't. But this was the south...and she was a Yankee. Would he beat her? She trembled slightly, truly afraid of him for a moment. She advanced toward the door slowly, sliding the lock back on the door. She turned the knob and let the door swing open, jumping back and away from the door as quickly as she could.
 
Well, she actually opened the door. the thought went through his head, not expecting her to heed his warnings. Quiet footsteps moved him forward into the room. "Get on the bed, on your hands and knees." he ordered her. She once again deserved some punishment, she must be liking this at least a little he thought as he pushed the keys into his pocket and sat down on the bed. He stared out at the blank wall, waiting for her to either lash out once again or do what he says.
 
She shook her head slowly, backing away from him as he stepped into the room. When he went towards the bed she turned and backed towards the door. "No...no....I can't. I can't sleep with you." the anger was gone from her voice, there was really only fear there now. If he pushed her, the anger could come back, but as of right now she was only afraid of him. She grabbed the doorknob when she reached it, clutching it tightly. She hoped that he would just let it drop, that he wouldn't push it. She'd let him in, after all. That should count for something.
 
"Just come over here, don't make it harder on the both of us." he ordered her as his eyes moved towards her, staring deep into her eyes. The fact that she had shown some obedience caught him off guard, maybe she wouldn't be so bad after all. "You disobeyed me, and now you need to be punished for it. Just a few spankings." he told her with a bit of a grin. His eyes lit up and his hand pat the bed next to him slowly, waiting for her to approach the bed and do as she had been told.
 
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