The Wayward Wife (A Domestic Discipline Tale)

The truth was, I missed my wife. The regret I feel for whisking her away to the big city is eating me alive. Her dependence on social media is withering a hole straight through the heart of our marriage. Perhaps a change is needed. Perhaps I will move her back to the country where she belongs. Caution: Intended for 18+

“I’m not going to do it Jay!” she told me under no uncertain terms. My cheeks felt hot and my body became tense. I was on the brink of doing something I knew I shouldn’t do. I was tempted to smack her in the mouth for speaking to me with disrespect and hatred just because I wanted to spend some much needed time with my family. It just wasn’t right. I wondered for a moment if this was how all modern families operated, or if we were beyond the point of what society would consider normal. I found myself grabbing her yoga pants by the waistband and pulling them down to her knees. I pushed her to the bed and slid them off, revealing her pale yellow panties. Seeing her mostly naked body made me shudder a bit; as it had been ages since she had allowed me to make love to her.