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The Cruel Wife Returns

A story of female domination

Prologue Some Past History

There was no doubt that Ruth had done a number on me.  I doubt that any man had ever loved a woman more than I had loved Ruth.  And we had such a wonderful marriage for a great number of years.  And then she had started reading female dominant blogs on the Internet.  She was particularly fond of those dealing with domestic discipline, the ones with the wife giving and the husbands receiving.  I, of course, knew nothing about this until one night after supper when she started enumerating my various flaws as a husband and announced that some things were going to have to change.

I asked her what the hell she was going on about and she told me that she had decided to take control of our marriage and that she would be taking corrective measures to make sure that I became a more attentive and obedient husband.

Of course I looked at her as if she had two heads.  “In our marriage vows, I believe that it was you that promised to love, honor and obey, not the other way around.”

“You don’t have a very good memory then.”  Ruth declared.  “I only promised to love, not the other two words you just inserted after the fact.  But unless you decide you want to obey me, we are headed for the nearest divorce court.  I am tired of doing all the work in this house and I am tired of having my needs ignored.”

“I guess you are going to have to be a little more specific about what you are asking.  I thought that I have been doing my fair share of the housework and I have no idea what needs I have been ignoring.”

“Let’s take it one thing at a time then.”  Ruth started.  “Who does most of the cooking?”

“Well, you do but that is because you are the better cook.  I can and do barbecue on the weekends to give you a break, but if I was to take over the regular cooking we would both die of ptomaine poisoning.”

“And you never thought to spend some of your Internet time on learning to be a better cook instead of on pornography?”

“I will have you know that I don’t spend a lot of time searching for pornography,”  I said with a straight face.

“You forget we share a home computer and I am not as stupid as you are.  I know how to check the history.”

Well, I decided to let that one, drop for a little while.  “Ok, so please go on with your list of my faults.”

“Who spends more time cleaning up after meals, you or I?”

“I think it is about equal.”  I defended myself.

“Really, when was the last time you scoured out a cooking pan or cleaned the stove top?  And I know you have never cleaned out the refrigerator or the oven in your life.  And who does all the laundry and cleans the bathrooms and vacuums the carpets?”

“Ok, so maybe I have not been the perfect maid.  But why are you bringing this up now?  It didn’t seem to bother you in the past.”

“I am bringing it up now.  Other women have found a way to train their lazy worthless husbands and so will I.”

“What other women are you talking about?  Has Lois been filling your head with her feminazi bullshit?”

“This has nothing to do with Lois, although you could take a lesson from her husband.  I have noticed how attentive he is to her needs, unlike someone I could mention.”

“You keep throwing out this attentive to needs line.  What needs do you have that I am ignoring?”

“When was the last time you brought flowers home for me or when was the last time you bought me some sexy underwear, or when was the last time you washed my back or gave me a foot massage, or a cream rub.  And when was the last time you spent more than five minutes trying to get me ready for sex before climbing aboard and sticking little Willy Winkie into me?”

“Wow, we have gone from housework to small penis humiliation in one easy leap.”

“Well, you asked me, so I am telling you.  Surely you didn’t think that I was really getting off with a two-minute drill with a four-inch cock?”

I had taken enough of her abuse for one night and so I got up and walked towards the door.  I had no idea where I was going but I knew I was going away from Ruth.

“You walk out that door and I swear to God, you will regret it,” She yelled at my departing back.

And of course, I was not smart enough to listen.  So I walked out the door and down the street to a neighborhood pub, where I proceeded to use a few shots of bourbon to numb the humiliation of her words.  Well, to be honest it was more than a few shots and I stayed until the bar had closed.  I have no idea how I got home that night but thank God I wasn’t driving.

I woke up the next morning, with three elephants doing a hat dance inside my head.  I quickly realized that I was not in my own bed, or any bed for that matter as my body ached from lying on something much harder than I was used to.  I tried to get to my feet but for some reason, I could not move them and when I tried to push with my arms I found they were not working either.  Then another realization hit me.  I was totally naked and laying on the tile or our entryway.

“I told you that you would regret walking out that door.”  My wife announced as she tapped a booted toe against the tile in front of me.

Now I was becoming more aware of my surroundings.  Through the agony of the worst headache, I had ever experienced I slowly realized that I could not get up because my hands and feet were bound probably with a clothesline.

“I bet you would really like a nice hot shower, some strong hot coffee and a half a bottle of aspirin.  But all of that is going to have to wait until I administer your punishment.”

“Don’t you think, I have punished myself enough?”  I begged.

“I am going to untie your ankles so that I can help you get to your feet.  And then we are going into the living room where I am going to administer a little domestic discipline.  If you try to avoid it in any way it will be much harder on you.  Do you understand what I am telling you?”

“I don’t understand any of this except that you think you have become a dominatrix all of a sudden.”

“It will all become clear in just a few minutes.”  She then untied my ankles and put her hand under my arm and helped me to my feet.  I could not move for a few seconds as the pain in my head made me start to swoon and if Ruth had not been helping to support me I would have ended up back on the floor.  She seemed to realize that I was unsteady and so she allowed me to just stand there until I got my bearings.  Then she led me into the living room where she had placed one of the straight-backed kitchen chairs.  She sat down in it and pulled me over her nylon-clad knees.  If it had not been for the hangover, it probably would have been a pleasant experience.  In any case, I could feel my cock start to harden and I know that Ruth felt it too.

“You are a God damned pervert,” She announced.  “I bring you in for punishment and you turn it into a sexual episode.  Well, we will see how excited you are after I am through with you.”  And she brought her hand down firmly on my ass.  It really was not painful, but I didn’t want her to know that so I allowed myself to yell ouch and that did hurt, as my head was ready to explode.  She swung, again and again, I faked discomfort.  I might have got away with it if my cock had not given me away.  The harder she hit my ass, the harder my dick became.  Soon it was poking between her nylon legs and I could feel droplets of precum starting to form on the tip.  She felt it too and forced me off of her lap.

“This obviously is not going to work,” She announced.  She left me standing there for a few minutes as she went to retrieve something from the bedroom.  When she came back she was brandishing one of my belts that she had doubled in half.

“Now, worm, bend over the back of that chair and we will see how excited you are.”  She wailed away at my ass with that belt for about five minutes and let me tell you I did lose my erection.  Once she was satisfied that I was flaccid and that my ass was bright red, she released my hands and told me to go get cleaned up, take some aspirin and then I could cook breakfast for the two of us.

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