It had been a very long day. I was on my way home from work. As I sat in traffic I started thinking the wonderful dinner that would waiting for me when I arrived. When I finally pulled in the driveway the street lights were coming on. I walked in the house and the first thing I see is my wife sitting on the couch watching TV. Looking around the room it became obvious fairly quickly that was where she had been all day. I asked her what was for dinner and got the answer I expected considering the general condition of the messy house. "Whatever you make yourself."
"Why didn't you clean today? It was the one thing I asked you to do before I left for work."
"I didn't feel like it."
"Why didn't you make dinner?"
"I wasn't hungry."
"Well what did you do today?"
"Sat here and read Beauty's Punishment."
Upon hearing that I became angry. I had asked on thing of her and she had chose to ignore that and read that book. A book about how Sleeping Beauty becomes a slut. The fact that she had been reading it all day told me that she must be a slut too.
"Get upstairs."
"Why?"
"Because I fucking said so, bitch."
With that simple sentence she became quiet, and a strange look came over her face.
"Yes my Love."
I had married a slut. She got up and went upstairs, with me following close behind, yelling at her the entire way.
"I can't believe how fucking lazy you are. I ask you to do one fucking thing and you can't get your slutty ass off of the fucking couch to do it."
By now we had made it to our bedroom. She was standing there while I berated her almost in tears.
"Show me how much of a fucking whore you are. Take your clothes off."
"But I'm not in the mood."
"I don't give a damn what mood your in. Take your fucking clothes off."
Reluctantly she started undressing, which didn't take long seeing as how all she had on was a t-shirt that came down to her knees because it was mine.
"Turn around and face the bed."
"But..."
"Shut up and do what I say bitch. Now stay there and don't move."
At this point I headed to the garage. It took a moment to find what I was looking for, but when I found it my eyes lit up like Christmas. I threw a couple of other things in the box and headed back to the bedroom. I came in very quietly and was pleased to see she hadn't moved an inch, but when I clipped that collar on her she started to struggle a bit. So I pushed her down so that she was bent over the end of the bed and slapped her ass hard enough that the sound echoed. Holding her down with one hand, I reached into the box with the other and pulled out the leash. Clipping that to the collar I tied the other end to the headboard. It was a little short so it brought her up to her toes.
"Spread your legs."
She refused so I pried them apart and used some rope from the box to tie her ankles to the foot of the bed.
"Now grab your ass and spread it so I can see your pussy."
"No..."
At that I took off my belt and hit her one time across the ass just hard enough to leave a red mark.
"I said spread, Bitch."
This time she grabbed her ass and spread it just a little.
"Further, I want to see it all."
When she hesitated I swatted her with the belt again, which made her jump a bit because the stinging leather hit her ass hole. Seeing that I was going to get what I wanted anyway she spread herself as far as she could. This made me smile just a little. After pausing for a moment to drink in the sight of my bride in this position, I looped a belt from the box around her waist and tightened to just before she couldn't breathe, pinning her arms in place.
