Wife Disciplined : You Dirty Girl by Matt Coolomon

Author:Matt Coolomon [Coolomon, Matt]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-06-29T00:00:00+00:00

Tina

Epilogue

The next morning was Monday. Rent day.

I saw my husband off to work then knocked on our landlord’s door.

I had my hair up in pigtails and wore my shortened school skirt and a white blouse tied around my waist like I’d done with my work shirt for Mr Dan yesterday.

“Hi Mr Brant,” I greeted with a smile. I kept my hands behind my back and my boobs thrust forward. I was twisting my upper body side to side to show them off.

“Miss Richards. Right on time. Come in,” the man offered formally and ushered me past.

I dropped his envelope of rent money on the telephone table and kept walking into the lounge room. He closed the door and followed but stopped to watch me.

I had another envelope and flashed it. “I’ve been misbehaving and I’m here to report for detention,” I said and dropped that envelope on his chess board coffee table.

“Is that your confession?” he asked evenly. “I’ve seen how filthy you’ve been, young lady.”

Another ball of tingles burst in my pussy. I blushed deeply and smiled.

My ex-headmaster approached and picked up my envelope of printed diary pages.

“Yes, it’s my confession for you to read later Mr Brant. For now I’m here to do the detention without protest.”

The man opened a drawer under the coffee table and took out a wooden ruler.

“There is no detention today Miss Richards.” He swiped the ruler through his hand then slapped his palm with it.

Another ball of tingles exploded in my belly.

“Oh Mr Brant!” I whined. “Whatever are you going to do with that?”

The man smiled. I saw a twinkle in his eye.

He held it together in character and raised his awesomely bushy brows then smacked his palm with the ruler again.

I couldn’t contain my smile but he was a drama teacher back in the day. I’d flunked out of drama class first semester because I couldn’t hold a straight face.

“I think you know the drill Miss Richards. I’ve heard the spanks and squeals from up in the loft. I’m sure that’s all detailed here,” he tapped my envelope and picked it up.

He sat on a dining chair then dropped my confession on the table.

I approached tentatively. “Come on now,” he said patting his lap.

I bent over and lay across his thighs. He placed a warm hand on my butt and squeezed gently.

“Oh yes, this is for your own good now, Miss Richards.”

“Ah huh,” I agreed and held my breath. He squeezed a butt cheek and looked between them.

“Yes, such a dirty girl wearing next to nothing under your skirt like this, wouldn’t you say?”

“Ah huh. I’m a dirty girl Mr Brant.”

He spanked with the ruler.

“Ahh!” I whimpered.

“Oh yes a filthy dirty girl,” he groaned and felt into the crotch of my panties for a few seconds then stopped and spanked again.

“Ahh!” I cried again. The smack stung.

“Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!” I cried after each resounding slap and burning stinging sensation.

He stopped again and rubbed into my pussy. I felt it squelching already.

He spanked again.

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