reminded her. I’d hurt her a little more than usual. Leave her with tears streaking her pretty face. I’d be rougher in bed with her. Slapping her around more.
But I always showed her my love and forgiveness afterwards. I’d always cradle her in my arms, soothe her tears away. I’d let her know that she was my good girl again. That she has all my love, no matter how many times I have to tell her a rule or show her how to please me.
And she’d always respond the same. More tears at first, begging my forgiveness, apologizing for whatever she did wrong. Sometimes it would take longer to soothe her, to get her to calm down and realize that I wasn’t mad at her anymore. She always thanked me for punishing her, just like I taught her.
I can’t imagine her crying the next day again. Maybe from pain… That one time…I know she cried from pain days afterwards. I would come home for lunch and see that she’d been crying. But she needed a reminder that lasted. She belongs to me. If she was in pain longer, it was because she deserved to be punished longer, to be reminded of that each day. She never said anything. Never complained about the pain.
She didn’t say anything about Jake coming over either though. I frown at this thought.
No. She was only needier. She needed my constant touch and affection. She was always this way after a punishment, but especially after a harsh one. She’d need to see a smile on my face after any little thing she did to please me. She’d get through most of her chores before I was even home for lunch, trying to show me her willingness to do exactly as I demand. I always made sure to be more attentive and loving to her. To give her the reassurance I knew she needed.
I remember Mom crying when she and Ron were first married. Jake doesn’t remember any of it. I would sneak towards their bedroom door and listen as he’d punish her. For every little thing. He didn’t give an inch. We all did exactly as we were told or faced his punishment. And Mom was the same as Lucy. She’d run around trying to be on her best behavior for Ron. Like a puppy needing a treat, she’d follow him around the house. And he was always so loving to her. He’d light up when he came home; she’d light up whenever he smiled at her.
Ron’s discipline gave my life stability. It saved us. Jake and me. From Mom. Saved her from herself.
And I give this same stability to Lucy. She knows what I expect, exactly what is expected of her. She knows what it takes to please me. Her complete obedience.
But I don’t kid myself. I need more than her obedience.
My dreams have been filled with punishing her. For not being here. My anger having nowhere to go. In my dreams, I give myself the release I need. I beat her. More than I ever have in reality. I use my belt, my fists. I hit her with the buckle. I watch her bleed under my hands. I choke her until her eyes are popping.
I wake from these dreams. Sweating, crying. Hard.
I wake myself before I cum. The monster in me, in my dreams, takes her every time. Takes her bleeding body, her beaten, broken body, takes what’s mine to take.
In my dreams, Lucy submits to whatever I do to her. She takes whatever I give. She’s the same as she is in real life. My obedient, submissive, sweet wife. Her screams fill my heart. And she gives them to me freely.
I don’t kid myself. I am a monster.
My Lucy is God knows where…and in my dreams, I torture her.
But every waking hour is torture for me. This complete feeling of uselessness, helplessness. I’ve never been powerless before. I’ve always known what to do to get something done. I’ve never let anything stand in my way.
But this…I have no choice. I have to let others take the lead. I have to sit back and wait. And there’s been nothing. No good news so far. No helpful information. Just more waiting.
I fill my dreams with the anger I can’t let out in the daylight. I have to hold it together for everyone watching.
I smile
But I always showed her my love and forgiveness afterwards. I’d always cradle her in my arms, soothe her tears away. I’d let her know that she was my good girl again. That she has all my love, no matter how many times I have to tell her a rule or show her how to please me.
And she’d always respond the same. More tears at first, begging my forgiveness, apologizing for whatever she did wrong. Sometimes it would take longer to soothe her, to get her to calm down and realize that I wasn’t mad at her anymore. She always thanked me for punishing her, just like I taught her.
I can’t imagine her crying the next day again. Maybe from pain… That one time…I know she cried from pain days afterwards. I would come home for lunch and see that she’d been crying. But she needed a reminder that lasted. She belongs to me. If she was in pain longer, it was because she deserved to be punished longer, to be reminded of that each day. She never said anything. Never complained about the pain.
She didn’t say anything about Jake coming over either though. I frown at this thought.
No. She was only needier. She needed my constant touch and affection. She was always this way after a punishment, but especially after a harsh one. She’d need to see a smile on my face after any little thing she did to please me. She’d get through most of her chores before I was even home for lunch, trying to show me her willingness to do exactly as I demand. I always made sure to be more attentive and loving to her. To give her the reassurance I knew she needed.
I remember Mom crying when she and Ron were first married. Jake doesn’t remember any of it. I would sneak towards their bedroom door and listen as he’d punish her. For every little thing. He didn’t give an inch. We all did exactly as we were told or faced his punishment. And Mom was the same as Lucy. She’d run around trying to be on her best behavior for Ron. Like a puppy needing a treat, she’d follow him around the house. And he was always so loving to her. He’d light up when he came home; she’d light up whenever he smiled at her.
Ron’s discipline gave my life stability. It saved us. Jake and me. From Mom. Saved her from herself.
And I give this same stability to Lucy. She knows what I expect, exactly what is expected of her. She knows what it takes to please me. Her complete obedience.
But I don’t kid myself. I need more than her obedience.
My dreams have been filled with punishing her. For not being here. My anger having nowhere to go. In my dreams, I give myself the release I need. I beat her. More than I ever have in reality. I use my belt, my fists. I hit her with the buckle. I watch her bleed under my hands. I choke her until her eyes are popping.
I wake from these dreams. Sweating, crying. Hard.
I wake myself before I cum. The monster in me, in my dreams, takes her every time. Takes her bleeding body, her beaten, broken body, takes what’s mine to take.
In my dreams, Lucy submits to whatever I do to her. She takes whatever I give. She’s the same as she is in real life. My obedient, submissive, sweet wife. Her screams fill my heart. And she gives them to me freely.
I don’t kid myself. I am a monster.
My Lucy is God knows where…and in my dreams, I torture her.
But every waking hour is torture for me. This complete feeling of uselessness, helplessness. I’ve never been powerless before. I’ve always known what to do to get something done. I’ve never let anything stand in my way.
But this…I have no choice. I have to let others take the lead. I have to sit back and wait. And there’s been nothing. No good news so far. No helpful information. Just more waiting.
I fill my dreams with the anger I can’t let out in the daylight. I have to hold it together for everyone watching.
I smile
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