Some domestic discipline required

As I finally made my way back into my apartment, it was hard to believe how crazy this day had been.

Takeover of the magazine, anal destructions, kidnappings (both ways), wifely re-education...

A human being wasn't meant to handle this much stuff in 24 hours.

I just wanted to eat my dinner, sleep and finally begin my relaxing weekend.

Yet, as I somewhat expected...

I was greeted at the front door by Michelle's angry, flustered face.

Normally that would have made me worry, but at this point... If she was still here... It meant I had pushed her just enough, but not too much.

I could just focus on how good she actually looked inside that dress I made her wear.

How it actually accentuated her hourglass-shape...

I just wanted to grab her hot, bouncy body and-

"J-jack! Do you- Shit, you- All this shit, its-" she stumbled through her words. I guess she had too many complaints to just try to pick one. The poor girl looked like she had practiced this speech inside her head for hours, and now was melting under the limelights.

She was definitely running hot. Her body gleamed like she had been in a sauna for the last hour.

"Let me ask you a question first," I interrupted her, which just left her huffing and puffing impotently. "Do you remember last Tuesday? When I met you at Janice's place?"

"Um... Well, yeah, of course, why-"

"You remember what I did to you?"

She blushed harder. "Yes! Of course! That's why-"

"Did I do something to Janice back then, as well?"

She quieted down suddenly. "Um... What? Wait... What are you talking about? Janice? I don't think she was-"

"Great," I happily exclaimed.

This memory wiper thing was really quite handy. I played around with it some more in the car ride over to my apartment. It struck me that Michelle had just passed the +50-mark... So I could edit her memories from this week.

If she remembered the fact that I had manipulated Janice into multiple orgasms, just like her... It was always going to confuse the hell out of her. It was better if she had no memory of that at all. And, apparently, I had successfully deleted all memories containing that incident.

Still, though... editing memories of something that happened a long time ago... It wasn't probably going to be easy. What if that incident made her do another action? An action that was closely linked to the original incident? For example, if she had taken Janice to the doctor about that... Right now, she would have no memory why she did that, and feel extra confused. In short... Doing this the wrong way could really fuck somebody up.

And Janice would still remember that incident. Hopefully, I could adjust that in the future as well.

Or perhaps adjusting their memories about this was pointless. Then again, I was sort of a perfectionist about the way and manner I wanted these women to fall into corruption... And that Tuesday's incident was far from perfection.

I threw my coat at Michelle, expecting she would hang it on the coat rack like a good wifey should.

In stead... she just avoided it and let it fall on the floor.

I looked at her disapprovingly.

Michelle reacted with squirming nervousness. "W-what? Hey, now, I- We need to put this... this roleplay on hold, I have serious issues that-"

While she was still jabbering, I glanced around the apartment.

Everything was exceedingly clean. It was amazing what she could actually do if she put her heart into it.

"Well well. You've done some nice work after all."

She seemed to blush at my sudden compliment.

"W-well, thanks, but... Um, yeah it was, actually, easier than I thought, but-"

"Good to see you doing some actual work. I was afraid you'd spend the rest of the night with your hand down your panties."

That seemed to hit her to the core. She jumped up so violently that she hit her shoulder against the living room corner.

"WHAT!? NO! I NEVER DID THAT! NO NO NO! You- You saw wrong! I- I- I- fell over, t-t-trying to get up, and- and- and-"

I chuckled at my wife's **** explanations, really enjoying her growing embarassment, until I suddenly realized something.

Something very, very... serious.

The kitchen table... was empty.

My expression changed on a dime. Even Michelle could see it, and quickly stopped her stuttering.

"Hey, wifey... Where the fuck is my dinner?"

This time her body heat seemed to turn the opposite way. '

She got paler. And fast.

"Your... Your dinner?"

"Yeah..." I said, as I menacingly approached her. "Where. The. Fuck. Is. Your. Husband's. Dinner?"

To my surprise, she recovered from her shock fairly fast, as her expression turned a little more defiant.

"You want your dinner, huh? Well... Alright then."

She stomped over to my fridge, picked up a can of tuna and slammed it on the table.

"There," she exclaimed, probably a little muter and quieter than she had intended.

...What was this?

A sudden burst of independence?

I needed to shut that shit down. And fast.

"What the fuck is this?", I said, pointing at the can.

"THE only thing that was still fresh in your fridge. All the other FIVE things had mold in them, so I threw them out. So, if you want your dinner... This is the only choice. Or, you know... I could roast that mouse you have inside your closet. For some reason."

Oh yeah, Mickey...

Thank God I gave him food for several days before I left the last time. Not that it's a proper way to feed mice... But hey, at least he lived.

But yeah... I guess I've been kinda too busy lately to do proper grocery shoppings. I just tend to eat on the road.

This still wasn't an excuse for her, though.

"So fucking what? You're my wife now. It's your job to make sure my fridge is filled to the brim and make the most delicious feasts for your husband. That's your job. I've got important shit to worry about."

My casual sexism was making her cringe hard, but she knew that wasn't the right battle to pick right now.

"Ngh... What- What did you want me to do? Go... Go to the store? It's almost middle of the night already! And- And expect me to wear this dress or- or something? And pay with MY OWN MONEY?"

I got closer to her... Careful enough not to touch, though.

"Why yes. That's exactly what I wanted you to do. And it's my money... you alimony-sucking bitch."

The way she sucked up air like she was beyond stunned... And the way she was readying up her slapping-hand...

Any other time before this very moment, she would have definitely left a palm-shaped mark on my cheek.

"I- I... I can't... I can't believe... First, you make me... c-clean those... drops of... that WHORE was dropping everywhere..."

Oh. I was happy to hear Gretchen did exactly as I ordered her to.

The way Michelle projected that "whore"-word into the direction of my bedroom... I assumed Gretchen was now waiting there for me, like a good little **** should be.

I hoped Michelle had fun cleaning up our combined juices. And the best part of it... thanks to her trait, she had to get a little aroused each time she brushed them clean.

"And... And now, you want me to-"

"Yeah yeah, get over it. Tomorrow... You will make me the best breakfast you have ever made. I don't care how early you have to get up to do it. You will go to the store, buy the ingredients, and MAKE MY BREAKFAST. And... Every single meal from now on... will be close to perfection. Got it?"

She rubbed her head a few times, trying to to keep her irritation down. But to my satisfaction, she ended it with a tiny, little nod. (MICHELLE: +1SP) (+59SP)

"Of course you will. But. We have to get serious now."

She looked up, a little scared this time.

"There is no greater sin for a housewife than not to make her husband a dinner. That combined with the fact that my coat is still laying on the hallway floor... And that combined with all your disrespectul, unwifely mouthings... You have failed today. I don't care how clean you made everything. These mistakes... They wipe out the whole day's progression."

"W-what?"

"You need to be punished to make this right."

She stepped away from me. "Wait, wha-"

"Lie down on the kitchen table. Dress up. Panties down."

This time, she blushed so hard I was afraid her hair would catch on fire.

"N- Wha- Wai- What- Hey-" she was barely stuttering out syllables now, as she twitched from place to place.

"DO IT. NOW. Or leave."

"Nggghhh.... NO, WAIT! J-j-j-jack, you promised you wouldn't t-t-t-touch-"

"Oh, I won't."

I opened up my living room closet, bringing out a new friend I still hadn't had an opportunity to use.

He was lithe, yet powerful. Sturdy and sweet. Airholes to make it faster. And I bet... he was able to bring a lot of pain.

I was hoping I'd get use this on a bitch some day very soon.

Just didn't expect the biggest bitch of them all.

My ex-wife.

Now that's an ass in need of a spanking.

She looked at the paddle with increasing dread.

"You-You're mad! This... This is ****! How- Why do you even have that... You can't- That- That's still you touching me I- I think, you can't just-"

"Oh, if that's still a problem for you... I guess I could get Gretchen to do it. HEY, GRET-"

"NO STOP! NO NO NO! Um... Fuck! Shit! You're... You're serious? You can't really-"

"Lie down on the kitchen table. Dress up. Panties down. If that does not happen in the next five seconds... Gretchen will be the one spanking you."

"NO! F-fine, okay! Shit! You- You're a fucking madman!" (MICHELLE: +5SP) (+64SP)

The frightened woman quickly scrambled into her new position.

What a glorious sight.

Seeing my ex-wife sprawled on my kitchen table, gripping the edges, looking nervously backwards...

Just waiting for the pain her ass was about to endure.

But she hadn't fully complied yet.

"I said dress up and panties down."

"Jack- Why? I can't! This- this can't get s-sexual! You p-promised! I have Maddy and-"

"This has nothing to do with that. I want your ass to feel the full **** of the impact. It's the only way you'll ever learn."

I heard her let out a cute, frustrated sigh, as she carefully folded up her housewife dress and then, with light hesitation...

Dropped her white, satin panties between her ankles. (MICHELLE: +2SP) (+66SP)

I've always loved my wife's ass. Seriously. I could easily compare it with the best-looking women around me. It's one of the first things that attracted me to her. Those bouncy, taut, white globes... Still, this was a rare sight. Our lovemaking, when she actually allowed it to happen, was as monotone as it could be. It was just missionary position. Every time. I once suggested switching things up to doggystyle, and she practically called me a pervert.

And later laughed about with Janice.

To her, sex was nothing but an inconvenience. And I always felt like she thought I didn't even deserve to see her naked.

...How the fuck did we even stay married that long?

But now. There it was. Miss Perfection's ass. And I could stare at it as long as I wanted to.

I was glad to see it was just as glorious as I always remembered.

...Not that I had ever seen it this gleamingly hot and sweaty before.

I could even see her slit rubbing against the table's edge.

It was even more moist and glistening than her ass.

I tenderly touched the cold wooden paddle against her naked, **** backside. Just to make her realize the size and heft of the thing. She let out a cute little, high-pitched shriek, and gripped the table harder.

"Alright then. Since this is your first punishment, wifey... I'll go easy on you this time. 10 spanks only. But if you fuck up again during this weekend... That number will go up significantly each time. Is that understood?"

She actually didn't look that defiant anymore. She just nodded quickly, her eyes never leaving the paddle that I was slathering across both of her buttcheeks.

Guess she was actually scared.

"And try not to make a mess. I don't any of your pussyjuice-stains on my kitchen table."

"WHAT?! I-"

The comment distracted her so much, that she didn't even notice me readying up for my first shot.

The paddle handled like a dream, and landed on both of her cheeks like a ton bricks, molding both of them under its powerful ****.

SPANK!

"AAAAAAAAOUCH! AOW OW OW OW OWW!!! OWWWW!! YOU B- YOU SON OF A-- ARGHH!!! OW OWW OWWW!!!"

Her hands immediately went to rub her cheeks, and she even partly stood up.

"Back on the table. Hands off the ass. Or it's going to be 20 shots today."

That command worked wonders. She quickly let go off her cheeks, and returned her hands back to gripping the edges of the table. She cringed in pain, as she whined and moaned like a baby.

"YOU ASSH- YOU.. YOU... DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MUCH THAT HURTS! OW OW MY ASS... SHIT OW, OW OW...."

Who could blame her? This was one Hell of way to introduce someone to spanking. Her nearly perfect, flawless ass finally had a paddle-shaped marked on it. The worst it had probably endured before this was sitting on a soft, satin couch.

When her whining and crying was finally beginning to calm down, I spoke up.

"One more thing. After each spank... You will say the following. 'I'm sorry for being a bad wife, sir. I will do better. Please spank me again.'"

"WHAT?! ARE YOU CRAZY?!? WHY WOULD I-"

"That's alright. You don't have to. But in that case, the punishment will take 30 shots to finish."

That shut her up quickly again.

I liked giving her this choice.

A real fighter and someone who could deal with pain... Would never say those humiliating words. But someone who had been pampered all her life, and always looked for the shortest pathway out...

I could already hear her forming the words under her gritted teeth.

"ngh... I'm.... nggghh... I'm... sorry. For. ugh.... Being a bad wife. I will do bet- better. Huongh... Please- ...Please spank me a- again." (MICHELLE: +2SP) (+68SP)

"Nice try. But you forgot to add the word 'sir'. Therefore... This spank didn't count. You still have 10 to go."

"WHAT? WHAT THE F-"

The action with this paddle was so goddamn fast, that I managed to surprise her buttmuscles with another swift hit.

SPANK!

And, as you could guess, her reactions were nearly a copy of the first hit. She sweared, cried, shouted and moaned like that would somehow help her get out of this. This time she remembered not to rub her ass, though, as she gripped the table ever more harder and jiggled her red booty from side to side, smearing her still-moist cunt all over the table's edges.

But when it came time to calm down, and her more reasonable side clicked in...

She was ready to announce her apologies again.

"I'm... sorry... for being a... bad wife. SIR. I will... try to do... better. Pl... pleas... please sp-spank me again." (MICHELLE: +1SP) (+69SP)

"Very good, Michelle. First spank is now officially administered."

"Oh... oh thank Go-"

SPANK!

"AAAAAAAUGH OW OOWW AAAAGHHH!!!"

So yeah, that's pretty much how things continued for the next ten minutes. To be honest, I wasn't using my full **** while I struck her gorgeous behind. Being this new to spanking, there was a legitimate risk I could incapacitate her or something. Only after the fifth hit, after her crying and whining-part of the ordeal was getting shorter and shorter... Did I decide to up the power a little bit.

Based on her increasingly negative reactions, she definitely noticed it.

By the ninth hit, her ass wasn't even red anymore. Just purple.

A shame to violate such a natural wonder. But I'm sure I had a bunch of lotion here somewhere.

Then again, doing this on a hungry and empty stomach... It kinda motivated me to hit harder than I probably should have.

At least she would grow more experienced to spanking. It's going to help her a lot in the future.

"I'm... sorry... for being... such a bad wife... sir..." she said between her sobs, after the eleventh hit. She almost sounded like she meant it. "I will try.... to... to do better. Pl.. Please sp-"

I laid my paddle down on the table, next to her. "Nope. No need for more. You've suffered your punishment for today."

She looked up at me, submissively, through her teary eyes, her make-up running all down her cheeks. Damn. She looked good even like that. Maybe even better than usual.

"Now that this issue has been fixed... Your first day as my wife again was fairly successful. You did good work."

She looked genuinely shocked by my compliments, and was relieved enough to let out a couple of words, probably by accident.

"T-thank you," she said, clearly regretting her words immediately.

"Okay now. Where do you wanna sleep? As my wife, you're allowed to sleep in my bed. It easily fits three."

"N-NO!" she screeched.

"Okay then. Your choice. Just use the couch then. And get working on that breakfast soon. I'm hungry as fuck."

With those words, I left the table-gripping woman still lying there, her purple ass bare as if she was afraid to put her panties back on.

I was also happy to see a fairly clear puddle beneath her feet, just below where her cunt was still jutting against the table.

When I opened my bedroom door, I found Gretchen kneeling on top of my bed, wearing nothing but her collar and fingering her new pornstar-like body like there was no tomorrow.

I guess the sounds of me handling another woman was too much for her cuckquean-trait.

She stopped quickly when she saw me.

"What the fuck do you think you are doing, cunt?", I exclaimed.

"M-Master! I... I was just... I was just lub- lubricating myself, in- in case you wanted to- To use me and-"

"Fuck off. I'm tired."

She quickly jumped off the bed, and kneeled at my feet as I sat down to where she had just been.

"Wake me up tomorrow with a blowjob."

"Of course, master! What time?" She asked, sounding excited about the prospect.

"Ugh, I don't care. When breakfast is prepared I guess."

"Yes, master!"

"You're sleeping on the floor tonight. I need space. Also, don't finger yourself during the night, your moaning keeps me up."

"y-yes sir," she said, sounding a little less excited this time.

I was finally going to get some sleep and-

Oh wait.

Still app stuff to do.

I needed to see what that Anna-Marie's new trait was... And also, damn, I should be able to upgrade one new trait by now.

But I was greeted by a new notification, as I entered the app.

Hello users!

Many of you have complained about the trait "YES SIR! THANK YOU SIR!". It is true that the trait may not be as effective and as visible as originally planned. This is our fault.

As an apology, all users who have this trait, can now freely upgrade it to make it more powerful. Doing this upgrade does not take up your other upgrade slot, so you are allowed to make two new upgrades this day.

However, if you wish not to upgrade "YES SIR! THANK YOU SIR!", you are allowed to use the upgrade for any other first-level upgrade... for free!

Once again, our apologies, we are always trying to do better!

Ho, hey, wait... Several new issues here...

First of all... Complaints? What the fuck? Many users complaining?

How was that even possible? All the time I had spent with the app, I had never seen a channel where I could communicate with the makers! No chat, no help... Definitely no complaint-boxes!

Yeah, sure, there was that whole pageload of extra info that Reagan had read and not me, but... I'm pretty sure that was just a bunch of legalese and with no actual mechanisms for communication!

Should I... Really start to look at this stuff more closely?

Look into the horse's mouth?

...

Or just enjoy the benefits like a happy motherfucker?

...

Ah, either way, I was committed to reading that legalese at some point. I needed to know anything that could actually help me.

Not that I couldn't actually look deeper, into the code for example... Or what if I actually tried to find about the company making this... Perhaps I could contact them and... what?

Complain about stuff too?

No, I can't handle this right now. Not at this time of night.

The main thing here was something else. Gloria's "YES SIR! THANK YOU SIR!" was ineffective. Or if it was effective... it was hard to see because she was growing submissive in other ways at the same time.

So, thanks to that... I could freely upgrade one of the traits to the very first level.

And on top of that... Pay for some other upgrade for the usual upgrading procedure?

This would require... Serious thinking and planning.

And oh yeah. Let's check out Anna-Marie's trait as well.

ANNA-MARIE DEPARDIEU

New trait unlocked!

-ASS WORSHIPPER-

ROUTE A- ADDICTION

-A TASTE LIKE NO OTHER-

The subject will grow addicted to the taste of the user's ass. Every food and drink they consume will remind them of the taste of user's ass, only in milder form. Slowly they will start to yearn for the one and true and full taste of the user's ass, eventually doing anything they can to get a lick.

ROUTE B- WORSHIP

-EVERY TASTE IS UNIQUE-

The subject will begin to enjoy asses, compulsively. They desperately need to taste at least one ass every 24 hours, or they will not be able to think clearly. Not just any ass will do, however. Only the ass of the user or their other subjects will quench the thirst. The subject's perversion towards asses will grow daily, with ever-growing adoration for both the user's and their subjects' asses. Eventually they will feel the need to worship each ass delicately, before allowing themselves to lick or bite it.

Wait... Why was this-

Oh, right. I made her do that during that foursome.

I guess... she had this trigger inside her, then?

Well, whatever. It seems like I was going to have to make three tough choices before finally going to bed.