kitchen brandishing her vitamins.
“Good morning, dear,” she said, her voice brimming with cheer as she opened her mouth. Phillip placed the vitamins inside and she downed them with one gulp of her orange juice.
“You’re in a good mood today,” he commented as he sat down at the table and waited for Paula to serve him.
“I’m going to see Cindy Cross today,” she said as she placed a bowl of shredded wheat and an elaborately arranged plate of peaches, strawberries, and cantaloupe in front of Phillip.
She held his glass juice to his lips and waited for him to sip. She sat down across from him, her eyes shining. “I’m very happy. What do you think about this outfit?”
Phillip held a spoonful of cereal to his lips. “If I were you, I would worry less about clothes and more about making sure things continue to run smoothly in our home. Dinner had better be on time tonight, or I will revoke this privilege.”
“Oh, don’t worry, dear. It will be. It will be. Meatloaf. Just like every Tuesday.” Paula didn’t even mind that she had to have sex with Phillip that night she was so excited.
Phillip chewed and nodded. “I hope so.”
Paula smiled. “Of course dear.”
“Is my lunch ready?”
“Just about. I just need to fill the thermos with soup.”
Phillip nodded his approval and popped a strawberry in his mouth. “Very good. Carry on.”
Paula walked into the kitchen to finish preparing Phillip’s lunch. She put the bag down the table next to him and waited for him to give the signal that he was done so Paula could clear the dishes. She went to the hall closet for Phillip’s blazer and held it up for him. He went to put it on and frowned.
“Paula, you didn’t press this.”
She looked down. “Yes, I did. This morning, when I woke up.”
Phillip ran his index finger under the lapel, highlighting a slight wrinkle near the edge. “No, Paula, I don’t think you did.”
Paula clutched the collar, her hands starting to sweat. “I promise, I did.”
Without saying a word, Phillip grabbed Paula, who dropped the jacket as he yanked her towards their bedroom.
“Phillip, no, no,” she said as she tried to drag her feet to make him stop.
Phillip continued as if he hadn’t heard his wife’s pleas. He stood her in front of the bed and crossed his arms. “Take your underwear off and bend over,” he said.
Paula wrung her hands and shook her head. “No.”
Phillip sighed. “Do not make me ask you again. Take off your underwear and bend over, or I will do it for you. I think you would prefer to do it yourself.”
Crying, Paula lifted up the hem of her purple dress and pulled her thick, white granny panties and pantyhose down until they were pooled around her ankles. Sobbing, she bent over, the bottom of her dress bunched in her hands. She heard the whoosh of his leather belt as he jerked it through the loops of his pants. She jammed her eyes shut and waited, holding her breath. The first slap came with a definitive thwack across her bare skin. She let out a yelp as salty tears fell into her mouth. Another loud smack landed on her bottom, stinging her flesh. Twice more, Phillip slashed her with his belt before he told her stand up. Paula was hiccupping from crying as she struggled to pull up her panties and stockings and dropped her dress.
“Shut up,” Phillip said as he put his belt back on. Paula clamped her hand over her mouth, her shoulders still heaving.
“Go into the bathroom,” he said.
Mute, Paula turned and stumbled into the bathroom, tears cascading out of her eyes like a waterfall. He pointed to the floor, her cue to drop down. She winced as her stinging bottom made contact with the icy tile.
Now,” Phillip said as he stood over her. “You will stay in this bathroom all day. I will let you out when I return home, at which time you will change the sheets on the bed, bathe, then go right to sleep. Do you understand?”
Paula nodded, too afraid to speak.
“I didn’t hear
“Good morning, dear,” she said, her voice brimming with cheer as she opened her mouth. Phillip placed the vitamins inside and she downed them with one gulp of her orange juice.
“You’re in a good mood today,” he commented as he sat down at the table and waited for Paula to serve him.
“I’m going to see Cindy Cross today,” she said as she placed a bowl of shredded wheat and an elaborately arranged plate of peaches, strawberries, and cantaloupe in front of Phillip.
She held his glass juice to his lips and waited for him to sip. She sat down across from him, her eyes shining. “I’m very happy. What do you think about this outfit?”
Phillip held a spoonful of cereal to his lips. “If I were you, I would worry less about clothes and more about making sure things continue to run smoothly in our home. Dinner had better be on time tonight, or I will revoke this privilege.”
“Oh, don’t worry, dear. It will be. It will be. Meatloaf. Just like every Tuesday.” Paula didn’t even mind that she had to have sex with Phillip that night she was so excited.
Phillip chewed and nodded. “I hope so.”
Paula smiled. “Of course dear.”
“Is my lunch ready?”
“Just about. I just need to fill the thermos with soup.”
Phillip nodded his approval and popped a strawberry in his mouth. “Very good. Carry on.”
Paula walked into the kitchen to finish preparing Phillip’s lunch. She put the bag down the table next to him and waited for him to give the signal that he was done so Paula could clear the dishes. She went to the hall closet for Phillip’s blazer and held it up for him. He went to put it on and frowned.
“Paula, you didn’t press this.”
She looked down. “Yes, I did. This morning, when I woke up.”
Phillip ran his index finger under the lapel, highlighting a slight wrinkle near the edge. “No, Paula, I don’t think you did.”
Paula clutched the collar, her hands starting to sweat. “I promise, I did.”
Without saying a word, Phillip grabbed Paula, who dropped the jacket as he yanked her towards their bedroom.
“Phillip, no, no,” she said as she tried to drag her feet to make him stop.
Phillip continued as if he hadn’t heard his wife’s pleas. He stood her in front of the bed and crossed his arms. “Take your underwear off and bend over,” he said.
Paula wrung her hands and shook her head. “No.”
Phillip sighed. “Do not make me ask you again. Take off your underwear and bend over, or I will do it for you. I think you would prefer to do it yourself.”
Crying, Paula lifted up the hem of her purple dress and pulled her thick, white granny panties and pantyhose down until they were pooled around her ankles. Sobbing, she bent over, the bottom of her dress bunched in her hands. She heard the whoosh of his leather belt as he jerked it through the loops of his pants. She jammed her eyes shut and waited, holding her breath. The first slap came with a definitive thwack across her bare skin. She let out a yelp as salty tears fell into her mouth. Another loud smack landed on her bottom, stinging her flesh. Twice more, Phillip slashed her with his belt before he told her stand up. Paula was hiccupping from crying as she struggled to pull up her panties and stockings and dropped her dress.
“Shut up,” Phillip said as he put his belt back on. Paula clamped her hand over her mouth, her shoulders still heaving.
“Go into the bathroom,” he said.
Mute, Paula turned and stumbled into the bathroom, tears cascading out of her eyes like a waterfall. He pointed to the floor, her cue to drop down. She winced as her stinging bottom made contact with the icy tile.
Now,” Phillip said as he stood over her. “You will stay in this bathroom all day. I will let you out when I return home, at which time you will change the sheets on the bed, bathe, then go right to sleep. Do you understand?”
Paula nodded, too afraid to speak.
“I didn’t hear
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