A whole New Wife

A whole New Wife A whole New Wife

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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This is a lesson well learned disciplinary wives are not born they are created by the men in their lives who need a firm hand.

Summary

This is a lesson well learned disciplinary wives are not born they are created by the men in their lives who need a firm hand.

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Submitted: February 04, 2015

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~A Whole New Wife
Michael Nesbitt

 


  I never expected this from my wife . I asked her to bring me a glass of hot tea. I guess I should have said “ a cup of hot tea’ She brought me an aluminum glass with a cooking mitt.

I was beside myself. I raised my voice and swore at her “  B****  What is wrong with you ? Why would you bring me hot tea in a metal glass ? Are you insane ? What the His wrong with you .
 
 I had said that and worse to her before. That was before she granted my request and became a disciplinary wife and the Head of our House. She promptly took me into our bed room where she had me strip naked. As I removed my clothing she sternly lectured me about how disrespectful it was for me to raise my voice to her . She lectured me on the name I had called her.

 She warned me what would happen if the old Mike dared to show his face in our home. I didn’t believe her . One more time I had to be “ Bad Mike , a Bad man from a Bad ,bad land.” I have been in this Domestic Discipline life long enough to know this one outburst breached several house rules and protocol.

Normally, I have a lot of respect for my wife. Martha, is no B . I opened my mouth and trash spewed out. When she had finished lecturing me on how disrespectful I had been she pulled me down across her knee. She began spanking me with her hand . That should have been an indication of what lay in store for me. Three hundred swats from her hand fell across my bottom before I lost count.

I lay there helpless as she scolded me again for my poor choice of words and the inappropriate tone in which I had spoken to her . Then she began to apply  her hair brush to my sore irritated bottom . I lay there sobbing thinking she would never stop . I cried and cried and still she spanked me.

I was in shock and in pain. My wife, the wife I knew before would did not spank like this. In fact, she did not spank me at all. Every painful lick was worse then the one before. I begged , I pleaded, I told her I was sorry . I promised I would never raise my voice to her again .

Martha whispered , Stop begging , Stop pleading , you asked for it and you going to get the spanking you deserve. She whispered again “ I want to believe you when you fell me you’re sorry and this will never happen again but, you’ve lied to many times.” She did not believe me. She continued spanking me .

All I could do was lay across her lap and cry she was right . I had lied to her about almost every thing since the moment we met. As she moved the punishment down across my buttocks to my thighs she switched to her sandal. It felt as if the punishment was beginning all over again.
At this point I was beyond tears. But the discipline wasn’t over yet . She rolled me from her lap to the bed. I thought for a moment , just a fraction of a moment , the punishment  had finally ended . Oh I was so wrong .

 She stood beside the bed with the Tawse without any lecture or warning she allowed her leather strap to fall without mercy across my raw swollen bottom . I remember her hesitation to buy this implement and how I convinced her it was only a belt sliced in to two strips. At this the tawse did not feel like a belt. All I could feel was the leather biting into my sensitive flesh. All I could hear was the sound of the strap whistling through the air and the loud explosive sound as it impacted with my buttocks. I no longer cared to see the punishment she was inflicting on me. I wanted it to end . All I could do was lay there and hope the punishment would end soon.

When the punishment ended I crawled across the bed, to her side, where I lay facing the wall and crying. She snuggled tightly against me in the bed as she wrapped her arms around me she apologized for having to be so hard on me. She held me until I stopped crying.

 She did not owe me an apology  She wasn’t any harder than she needed to be. I deserved every lick she gave me.

Lesson learned do not talk Smack to my disciplinary wife.

 

 

 

 

 

 


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