by Camilla Rose
WHIPPING THE
WIFE
Punished & Disciplined By My Alpha Male Husband
* CAMILLA ROSE *
Copyright © 2020 by Camilla Rose
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Mia grabbed the Marlboro pack off the secret compartment purse. She looked around before lighting one up. The bus stop was almost empty. Right after the first smoke hit, she relaxed.
It was more the routine than the cigarette itself. Just watching the smoke cloud clearing after each good puff. Also, she had grown the love the smell.
Of course, Gerard hated it. ‘Gerard’, her husband. He had asked her to quit. And she had lied that she did. The guilt, of course, was eating her up.
But today was a bad day. The bitch that was her boss had chewed her out for being late on those spreadsheets. Not to mention, the spreadsheets weren’t even her job description.
But the recent order from Carlton Logistics had broken her back with work overload and everyone seemed to be doing everyone’s job. Everyone except the boss bitch, of course.
And today, her car was in for a service and she had to take the bus to the work. She hadn’t taken the bus in so long, so that was another headache.
Mia took another puff. She had been trying to cut down, so she was careful to go slow. She heard a screech and suddenly a car stopped alongside.
It was a familiar car.
Oh shit!
The windows rolled down and Mia bent down to look in, quickly dropping her cigarette on the ground, stepping over it.
Gerard looked over at her. He had come to pick her up without even asking. And her stupid self had decided that was the perfect time to light up a cigarette.
Why did I have to lie to him about quitting!
His sincere face was only a good catalyst for her bubbling guilt. She spoke with red ears, avoiding eye contact.
“Hi, babe!”
Had he seen the smoke?
“Get in” Gerard said.
Mia cursed herself and opened the door. Trying to scan his face, she got in and sat herself down beside him.
***
He drove silently.
“Thanks for picking me up, babe,” She said.
Had he seen the cigarette?
“No problem.” He said casually.
The breeze from the window blew in rustling his hair in the gentle sunlight. For the millionth time, Mia realized how hot her husband was.
Sharp, rugged face, intense, black eyes, toned, muscular body that was apparent even over his shirt. An absolute hunk
“You didn't have a chance to finish your cigarette. Light one up now.”
Mia gulped. So had noticed. He had just waited for the attack. Why did she have to light up that cigarette anyway!
'No, it's ok.' She replied.
“I said, light up a cigarette right now.” He asserted. “And put on some fresh lipstick first.”
His tone had a hint of authority. Something that pierced into her. Something that felt like her was putting her in her place.
She didn’t want to mess with that
She did as he said. Digging into her handbag, she grabbed her lipstick and pulled down the sun visor. Looking in the mirror put more lipstick on.
Why does this feel so fucking hot…
“The cigarette?” He pushed.
“Okay” Mia replied meekly, feeling her the nerves go crazy.
She took out a cigarette and put it between her lips. Looking carefully at her husband, she lit it and inhaled deep.
All of a sudden, Gerard slowed down the car and pulled over to the side of the road. Mia wondered what her husband was up to.
Was this going to be some kind of a theatrical ‘Don’t smoke’ PSA infomercial? But Gerard wasn’t that kind of a man.
“Turn towards me,” He said. “ While you smoke.”
Mia was confused. But him telling her what to do was strangely comforting. And especially now, when he looked serious.
She unclipped her seatbelt and faced her husband. With a small smile, she took a deep puff. It felt so taboo, smoking right in front of her husband.
After lying to him that she had quit!
Nervous and slightly excited, she exhaled a cloud of white tobacco smoke out through her fresh pink lips.
“Open your mouth wide, girl,” Gerard said. “So I can see the smoke in your mouth.”
Mia obeyed exactly what he said. Keeping the smoke in my mouth, wide open, she exhaled it all. Why was he asking her this?
“That reminds me of you taking a mouthful of my cum”
Mia’s cheeks suddenly turned red. The nerves, tightening and her senses suddenly feeling heightened.
“Babe?”
“Also, I think I have a solution for your addiction….”
***
Rober didn’t speak till they reached home. Mia stayed quiet in her seat as he drove, still smoking. As soon as they reached home, he slammed the door open.
“Go to the bedroom?”
“I need to freshen-”
“Go - To - The – Bedroom” He punctuated each word with defining pauses.
Mia quietly obeyed, walking to the bedroom, not even stopping to question him. This was not the time for that.
He was the man of the house right now. And she needed to obey whatever the fuck he ordered. Something about his vibe today was scarily, hypnotizingly, arousing.
Gerard followed her to the bedroom.
“I think you’ve never been punished by your man, yet.” He started, as he walked behind her.
“Hmm...”
“That’s why you have been lying so much. And I think its time to start doing my job as your husband.”
Mia reached her bed and turned around, facing her husband. He wasn’t raging. He didn’t even look furious. Just calm, composed and in control.
Almost like he was ready to spank some sense into her stupid ass.
Mia could feel a slight dampness in her panties. All of a sudden, Gerard began undressing her, making her breaths run shallow flinch in excitement.
He unbuttoned her white shirt, revealing her red bra barely holding up her milky D cups. He dropped her skirt down to the floor in a quick easy snap.
Even I don’t know how to do that!
Mia wondered how slutty she looked right now. In thick red lipstick, high heels and only a bra and red thong to cover her assets.
The cigarette was still in her mouth.
Mia reached over to Gerard’ shirt to unbutton. He slapped her hand away.
'I didn’t give you permission for that, yet.'
***
“What’shappening, babe?” Mia asked.
“I know its a tough habit to kick,” Gerard said. “That’s why I think you need a tough lesson”
Mia shivered. He was totally serious about this. Something insane was about to happen today. That damned moment she had to lie to her husband!
She looked on curiously as he pulled the chair from the mini work table and slid it over in front of her.
“Sit down on that,” He said curtly.
The words were cutting on her like whips. Each word striking her, compelling her to obey. She nodded and tiptoed to the front of the chair, sitting down.
“Legs up on each arm”
“What?”
“You heard me” He asserted.
She had heard him. Just wasn’t sure if she had understood him. She lifted her legs and propped them, spread apart, on
e on each arm.
The most unladylike position possible.
The red thong barely covered her pink cunt lips. Even in front of her husband, sitting in such a vulnerable position like this felt weird. Weird but arousing.
“Ready?” He asked, smiling, checking her out.
His eyes rolling over her boobs, her open spread out legs, her awkward humiliating position with nothing but his authority holding her there.
Is he going to tie me up?
“Ready for what, babe?”
Gerard whipped open his belt off his pants. The leather cracked through the air making Mia’s body flinch in terror.
“You’ll see,” Gerard said.
Then, he moved to the slightly to the left, her eyes following the threatening belt in his right hand. He whipped in the air once again, making her tremble.
“Now, the next time to put another cigarette in your mouth, I want you to remember this”
***
“Remember what, babe?”
Doesn’t the ass make more sense for whipping?
Swish!
Thwack!
Mia was bracing for it. She didn’t know where it coming, she didn’t know how, but she was bracing. The leather made contact.
Right on her inner thighs!
She froze for a few seconds, waiting for the sensation to hit her. It didn’t take long. She screamed out, twitching out of the chair.
“Oh, my fucking God!”
Red, flesh curling pain spread out from her soft inner thighs to every corner of her body. It was on fire!
My cunt...my fucking cunt….
“Sit up straight! Back to position!” He yelled out like a sergeant.
The order hit her even harder than the whip. And her legs automatically planted themselves back on the arms of the chair.
Thwack!
“Owwwwww!”
Mia wailed out, her legs closing back protectively. He had gone for the other thigh now. Barely inches from her wet cunt. Barely covered by he drenched thong.
“Back to position!”
And she was back, more reluctant, but still obedient. He swung again, making her heart almost burst in anticipation.
Thwack!
The leather cracked almost on her cunt lips. Mia screamed, her hands rushing to cover her crotch. He whipped on the back of her hands, making her pull away.
Her inner thighs were red now, fresh new welts making appearance. It was all burning. The red hot fire burning on both her thighs in her radiating up to her thirsty tortured cunt.
Thwack!
“Don’t you dare move out of position!” He yelled.
Mia struggled back, spreading her legs apart, trembling and crying at her master. He went again, barely waiting for her to catch her breath.
Thwack!
***
Mia cried on. Every single nerve in her body was pulsating above its capacity, ready to burst.
Her cunt was leaking generously. The red throng was just a wet mess of fabric stuck between her swollen cunt lips.
She desperately wanted something to touch it. Something. Someone. Even if it was the whip. She couldn’t handle this level of arousal.
“Stand up and pull down that dirty underwear of yours”
Struggling with blinding, stinging pain and leg quivering arousal, Mia stumbled up on the floor, barely standing upright.
She didn’t need to do it herself. Her husband grabbed her hips and puller her fragile body towards himself. He slightly bent down, clutching her thong.
In one sweep he pulled it down, grazing every one of her welts, making her squeal again. The pain penetrated deep inside her body, driving her into a maniacal trance.
Only her cunt remained. Her bare open cunt, with the swollen lips and the hard mound of her clit. Begging to be touched.
“Sit back down”
Almost immediately, she obeyed, setting her naked ass back on the chair and spreading her legs apart. The fear of the whip shook her spine again.
Thwack!
It was a wet slap. The sound of leather cracking on a wet, sensitive pussy. Mia fell down the chair, clasping her legs together, screaming into the floor.
Pain and pleasure danced a wicked dance, making her entire body slither and shake like a possessed girl.
“Up on the chair, you dirty little bitch!”
Her hands found the ground, defiant and proud of her ability to take it. She pulled her back up, her red cunt dripping sex.
She got up to the chair and spread herself apart again for her master.
“What will you think about when you pick up another cigarette?”
“This, Sir! I will think of this”
Thwack!
Another wet crack right over the cunt, almost disintegrating her. Her legs vibrated and flailed around crazily in orgasmic pain.
Her makeup washed over her face making her feel like a dirty whore. A dirty bitch to her master.
Gerard grabbed her little body and placed her back on the chair, his touch feeling like a cool kiss of comfort over her burning body.
She kept vibrating on the chair, moaning in screams. Her body couldn't control itself. Her cunt couldn’t control itself.
Just one touch on her red, throbbing clit and she would’ve exploded right then. Exploded in a fiery blast of world-ending orgasm.
***
He let her sit there, just like that for a few minutes. Letting her soak in the pain and ecstasy. Letting it wash over her.
Mia purred, breathing deep, not even able to touch her cunt. She couldn’t bring herself to do it. Even though she wanted to do it more than anything else in the world.
But she didn’t have permission yet.
“Learned your lesson, girl?”
“Yes sir” She whispered.
“Ready for the reward then?”
“Reward sir?” Mia brows rose in sudden elation.
This wasn’t the reward? Getting her cunt slapped into maddening ecstasy wasn’t the reward? She wondered what it would be.
Was it something stupid like a cigarette? She would just toss it away and beg him for more whips. Beg him till she could no longer take it.
“It’s not a cigarette,” He said.
Mia smiled, not saying anything.
Without warning, he pounced ahead on her. His hands went for her chest. He snapped her bra open.
Her boobs spilled out in the open air. Her nipples were brown, erect and tingling for a touch. Mia just wanted to push them into his face.
Gerard pinched her nipple hard. And this was not rough. This was gentle. A gentle twisting pinch, teasing her already tortured body.
Mia moaned in whispers, her tired vocal cords struggling to make any sound at all. He rolled the tiny, tight nippled between his fingers between squeezing it tight into an ecstatic pinch.
“Ooo, baby….”
He let go of her nippled and grabbed her up by her hips. He threw her over his shoulder. Her thigh welts brushed against each other.
Mia cried and moaned. Emotions and sensations were melting into one another. Everything was arousal now. Everything was sex now.
He walked with her around the bed and flung her over the bed. Mia’s naked body bounced over the mattress, her tits jiggling.
“Turn over. Give me your ass”
She turned over quickly, eager to show off her thicc ass to her tormenter. Even though he had seen it a million times.
She wondered when her ass would get the same treatment that her cunt had just gotten. Whipped and slapped into red bulbs.
Would she have to get caught smoking another cigarette for that?
Her thought train hit the brakes as he palms cupped her ass cheeks. He squeezed and spread them apart, letting it go and seeing them jiggle back into place.