Hakeem's Discipline

Not all the girls in the neighborhood were handling the planned exodus well. Julia in particular was very nervous about it, and had asked, begged, and pleaded for Hakeem to abandon the plan. Finally, she was demanding it.

"I won't go, Hakeem. What if something terrible happens to Tom there? Or our son? Think how devastated I'll be. I'm a believer, but that is a step too far!" the willowy blonde yelled. Out the front window, Hakeem could see two hijabed wives scurrying away from the domestic dispute.

"Do you not think I will protect you?" Hakeem asked, standing above Julia, dwarfing her. She swallowed hard, realizing she'd overstepped.

"No, I know you would, but still, there is danger ..." she said, her voice trailing off.

"Danger only to those that would seek to harm what is mine," Hakeem said pointedly. "Do not fear what you do not know. Have faith in me ... and in Allah. But what you have done ... it makes me look bad in front of our neighbors and friends."

"I'm sorry Hakeem, I'm just scared," Julia said. Hakeem lifted the back of her abaya, exposing her tight, firm ass. He raised his hand, slapping it hard. Julia grunted loudly at the heavy thud. He did it again, thrice, disciplining his wife. The same two wives came back the other way, in front of the undraped window, averting their eyes, but knowing all was right as Hakeem disciplined his wife.