Enjoy!
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- Yes honey, see you this evening, honey.... Don't worry, I will deal with the matter just got home.
Phew ... My wife is quarrelling with our maid Clara. According to her, she's never good for anything: she doesn't clean, she is not careful, she spends too much time on the phone with her friends ...
That the girl isn't super-efficient but she's committed ...
Today, for example, Clara has broken a glass while washing dishes and should have already received a good caning on the hands by my wife. Now the script calls for it: tonight as soon as I get home, I must grab by the ear the unfortunate, scold her properly and beat her with my belt until they she learns "to behave." Then Clara will sob for a few hours on his knees in the kitchen and then she will be sent to bed in her room.
When I pass the door, my wife starts a long complaint on Clara's inability to perform any task with due care.
Tonight, though, I don't want to play the angry boss ...
-Clara, have you heard what the lady said? Come here and get the punishment you deserve ...
Clara approaches with downcast eyes, kneels on the sofa, lifts her skirt and remains motionless, waiting her punishment.
I leave her there a little meditating on her misfortune, I drink a beer in the kitchen and then I go back to her in the living room.
My wife is there waiting with impatience.
I stand behind the girl, take off my belt nnd double it.
- Twenty with the belt, don't move and don't piss me off ...
Clara grabs the sofa while the belt sings on his skin; the first ten blows go away smooth, then she begins to wail and writhe with each blow. I don't want to scold her or to get help from my wife, who waits with impatience to participate, so I increase the strength and the speed of the belt that color even the girl's upper pthighs. You can't say that she's behaved and at least a couple of times she even tried to cover herself with her hands but I send her to the kitchen to meditate in solitude on the consequences of his carelessness, and, at last, I sit in my favorite sofa to read the newspaper but my wife does not seem to be satisfied.
- No wonder Clara is so careless in her work! He knows that, whatever she does, she gets away and risks are only a few caresses. You shouldn't let her doing so much confusion. Why are you still using the strap? She's used to it! I had bought that thick cane, but you don't ever use it...
Sure, if I really used the cane that she bought, Clara couldn't sit for at least a week and, worse, she couldn't get back to work and then the dishes don't wash themself nor my wife will do it...
I try to explain these simple concepts to my wife, but there's no way ...
- So? Why she works there? She can't do anything good, she isn't even able to wash a glass! But you don't have time for this, you can only sit there and read the newspaper while this house is falling apart!
Well, she convinced me! We should re-establish domestic discipline and, therefore, I call immediately Clara. The girl is still sobbing and rubbing her back-side.
- Haven't you finished your crying? Stop rubbing your ass and take the cane that your mistress bought !
- Oh, no, sir .. I beg you... You've already punished me enough, that cane's too big ...
- No nonsense! Take it, or will only be worse for you!
My wife followed with evident satisfaction the situation and takes smiling when the girl kneels handing me the instrument of her punishment but soon she will suffer (it's appropriate) a bitter disappointment.
I grab the cane and, flexing it in my hands, I turn to my dear wife:
- By the way, dear, can I see the bill of your credit card?
Her face bleaches suddenly and she says: - hemm... I didn't see it ...
- Really? I the envelope open on the table ... Please, dear, give me it.
- Yes, indeed, but perhaps I've thrown it away ...
- No, dear, it was not thrown away because I have rescued ir from the trash can and I could see that, unfortunately, this month you've overspended!
- Yes, but they were unique occasions! I could not leave them!
- Of course, your "unique occasions" take place every day! The truth is that you are not able to control yourself!
- It's not true! I can contro myself but why should I do? We haven't economic problems.
- I wouldn't be so sure ... But you promised that you would have spent less and you're not even coming to your promise. It 's time to put a stop to your bad behaviour. Your father too said that you should be kept in line.
- I don't care about my father!
- You don't but I should ... Your father told me that you needed a good spanking every now and then. I think it's just the time to taught a lesson by the old methods.
- Are you serious? You're gonna spank me? I'm too old for this sort of things.
- Of course you are! You need more than a spanking. I'm going to usher on you the cane that you bought for Clara. Twenty bare ass might be enought. Let's see if I you'll learn your lesson!
- Oh no, please, it's too humiliating! The cane is good for maids and twenty are too much. You will bruise me ...
- The cane is for those who behave poorly and you shouldn't worry about the bruises: are you going to show your backside around? That's enough. Bend over the back of the chair and grab it firmly. Keep the position! Clara, make yourself useful, hold down the lady.
- No, please, it isn't necessary. You can't punish me in front of the maid. It's too humiliating!
- Before I married you, you was a maid. Your old masters weren't strict, if you were never restrained by another maids during a punishment!
My dear wife has finally given up: she bends over the chair and, ostentatiously turning his face in the opposite direction, lets Clara, kneeling in front of the chair, grab her wrists.
The maid has now stopped crying and seems embarrassed by the strange situation.
It's time to start the punishment: I raise my wife's skirt and the cane begins to sing.
Definitely a nice tool: my wife lets out a cry of pain with each blow and Clara struggles to keep her firm.
After four blows, the panties go down so I can admire the result: four separate red marks show-off on her ass.
I resume the punishment and my wife bursts into tears immediately. After only two other blows she also manages to free herself from Clara's grip and begs me to forgive her.
- I am pleased for your repentance but the punishment goes on. And, honey, please, a bit of demeanor, Clara has undergone her punishment with more dignity ...
I see a flash of hatred in his eyes, she would like to say something but she also knows I won't appreciate it: she gets up and, pouting, bends over the chair. I don't tolerate like this kind of attitude and I double the strength of the caning: after a few shots she resumes the sobbing and cries at each blow.
My lady's baskside begins to show nice design made of darker stripes intertwined with each other.
I deliver a couple of blows on her thighs but she does not seem to like it.
- No, please, at least do not leave marks on the legs ... What wuold I say to my friends at the gym?
- It's not a big deal, honey ... You should be ashamed for overspending rather than the punishment received.
- That's not fair! You can't do this to me!
- Shut up! You can't judge what is right or not for you; the remaining blows will hit all on your thighs and, with regard to the gym and your friends, if they ask you something, you'll tell them the truth: that you were punished by your husband for your misbehaviour. At least for some of them, it shouldn't be a surprise. I know that Paul's wife has recently taken even an harsher punishment....
So I end the session with a particular attention to the thighs that look well marked (The gym isn't a real problem, in the coming days she will have difficulty sitting down for lunch ...).
- Good! Now that you have both got what you have earned, it's appropriate to meditate together on the importance of hard work: wash the kitchen's floor for good on knees. When you would have finished, you'll wait for me there in silence. If I find a trace of dirt, you'll re-wash everything with tyour tongue and I'm not kidding!
The two girls now work together and quietly in the kitchen and I can finally resume the newspaper's reading that this unfortunate incident had interrupted.
Peace now reigns over the house. I hope that my lady has finally learned her lesson ...
