*This story is not real. Please read that again. This story is NOT REAL. It contains graphic non-consensual sex and domination. If you don't like that sort of story, DO NOT CONTINUE. If you don't like it, but continue anyway, I can only assume you're a masochist and enjoy your own suffering. I can therefore not be blamed for your displeasure.
I am a female writer who is married with children. I am aware this is not realistic, duh. Continue at your own risk.*
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A wife's role is to please her husband, to serve him and meet his needs. Which is why Sandra really shouldn't have been surprised when her husband demanded sex the day she had given birth. Did she expect his needs to disappear? Or be met by somebody else? No. She is the only one who can fulfil his desires and she has always known this. He made it very clear to her what was expected of her the night of the wedding.
Sandra's job was to be his helper. To be available to him sexually, maintain a household to the standard he expects, represent her husband when in public, and maintain her looks in order to visually please him and others. Her job was to make him look good. This is what she signed up for. It was made clear to her before they married and she verbally agreed to the job description in front of all their friends and family. And this is what Richard continues to expect from his wife, as he so often makes clear to her.
So, in light of this, Sandra should not have been shocked by the conversation she heard her husband and her doctor having in front of her.
She had just given birth the hour prior. Once she had completed her task, she was encouraged by the nurses to shower the filth away, and put herself together before her husband came in to see her. He had been waiting in the waiting room while she laboured. She thinks... he might have left of course, it had been a while. In any case, they let her know the hospital staff had informed him of the successful birth and she was to get herself together before he came in. "You wouldn't want him to see you like this and leave you now would you?"
So she showered, re-did her hair, and applied some light makeup.
She went to dress but... she wasn't sure what was appropriate to wear in front of her husband while at the hospital. She couldn't imagine she'd be expected to wear full garter and dress right? So she put on her silk nightgown, and tied a thin gown over the top, and climbed back into bed.
She winced. Those stitches were unfortunate and she wondered how painful they'd be once she was back at home and looking after the household duties again.
As she fixed herself in bed with the covers over her, the nurse entered. "Ah, good! You look much better. Just in time, your husband is here to see you. Husbands can find the idea of birth off putting. Best to present yourself in your best light so you stay attractive and they can forget you've been stretched out. All ready? Ok, then, here he is."
Her husband walked into the room. He was wearing his usual 3 piece suit and white shirt. He had removed his hat. He was not a small man, and seemed to command any room he entered. He was carrying flowers.
"Darling," he said, "so nice to see you. You look lovely. I find you well I assume?"
"Yes, very"
"Good!"
The nurse retuned with another man, older, in a white coat and smoking a cigarette.
"Ah, Richard! So good to see you!" He said as he walked in the room and shook his hand.
"Dr Skye, hello. I've just arrived"
"Yes, I've been waiting for you to come in so I could debrief you on how things went. Did you wait in the waiting room all this time?"
"No, no. I figured you had it sorted. I've been at the office and planned to just come back down once I finished up there."
"Good man. There isn't much for you to do here, might as well use the time to do more important things. Well, I can report that everything went well. You have a little girl. Congratulations. Everything went smoothly and she seems very healthy."
"Good! I'm glad to hear it. And my wife, she performed well and was able to meet expectations?"
"Yes, she did fine. She was making a bit of a ruckus at one point, she was scaring the other women, so we had to sedate her but she seems fairly alert now. Is she prone to bouts of hysteria?"
"Not usually no, I don't allow it. But she is a woman so I suppose we can't expect her to be totally in control of herself."
The doctor chuckled, "well yes I suppose that is true! Otherwise she was fine, she did what she was instructed to do, her body performed as you would hope, and she seems to have an ample bust to feed with."
"Yes, her breasts are particularly large at the moment. I suppose I can't expect that to last?"
"No, unfortunately. Once she ceases breastfeeding you'll find they deflate and won't retain their shape. Some women find wearing a supportive brazier in the bedroom prevents their husband from meeting this disappointment. And do you have any questions?"
"Not really, it seems like you did a wonderful job doctor. Is she fully intact? In her undergarments? I assume she can resume her wifely duties quickly? She won't be damaged permanently?"
"Well, she's had a number of stitches. We had to cut her, though that isn't unusual with innocent girls who have limited sexual experience. She's only, what, 20? You won't have been married long then. I recommend waiting 6 weeks, then I can check the stitches and give her the go ahead. In terms of permanent damage, I can't deny she's been stretched, but I added a few extra stitches to ensure she's nice and tight, if not more than before. I'm sure you'll find my work pleasing to you."
"6 weeks! Good Lord man, you can't be serious?!"
