Total subjugation of hysterical wife.

My dreams had gotten remarkably sexual ever since the change, but then, so had my entire life. The whole world, even.

Judy had not taken the week-long **** of our daughters very well, or the loss of her own personhood, for that matter. She started acting out. Drinking to excess, cursing at me, and trying to go outside which of course I couldn't allow.

The first time I struck her, she was drunk off her ass at nine in the morning, having barely slept. It was the day after I'd installed the invisible perimeter fence and fitted her shock collar. She was furious, throwing my clothes into the fireplace.

I had expected to feel some kind of guilt or shame or remorse when I hit my wife, but I felt nothing. I might as well have slapped a melon for all it mattered to me. She sure felt it, however. Stunned, she put a hand to the red side of her face and began to sob. Her response made me feel satisfied that I had made the right choice.

"Judy, you're out of control. I'm not going to allow my wife behave in such a disgraceful manner."

She screamed in frustration and threw her wine glass at me. "You fucking bastard!" She tugged at the heavy collar around her neck. "Look what you're doing to me! This isn't right, David! This isn't you!"

I slapped her again, harder this time. She crumpled to the floor and wailed. It was a very annoying sound. "Silence, woman! Good Lord."

I stopped to pick her up and she slapped my hand away. "Don't you touch me, you monster! Don't you fucking touch me!"

I'd had enough. "You need to respect your husband. I'm trying to keep you safe!" I dragged her across the room, one hand tangled in her hair while I fought off her wildly flailing arms with my other.

Forcing her up onto her knees, I bent her over the sofa and twisted her arms up over her head behind her back, shoving her face down into the cushions.

She kicked her feet against the floor and struggled and screamed into the couch but I knew she needed this. She wasn't going to learn any other way.

I pulled her dress up over her ass, still sexy after two kids, even if it was just a little plump, then yanked her silk panties to the floor between her knees. "You brought this on yourself, honey."

Then I spanked her. I spanked her as hard as I could. Over and over, all up and down her sexy ass and the backs of her thighs. The sharp smack of my bare hand on her skin filled the house like the ticking of a giant metronome.

She screamed at me, cursed at me, and began to cry. I didn't stop. My arm grew tired but she needed more. I looked around and found one of her hairbrushes lying on the side table, so I picked it up and hit her with that.

She screamed again, this time in earnest, and I knew I was getting somewhere. "Are you sorry yet, Judy?" I struck her again, then again.

Her struggles quickly subsided, her curses replaced with pleas as welts formed on her already red skin."Ahh! Yes! I'm sorry! Please David! Please stop. It hurts!"

"Now you're getting it." I said. I struck her again across the tender place where her thigh meets her ass, and her scream filled the whole house. There's no way the twins weren't aware of what was happening. Somewhere in the house, they knew. They had to.

She broke down, then, sobbing. Her body went completely limp under my hands. "Please..." She said between **** sobs, as if to herself "I'll be good..." I felt in my heart that she meant it. She was finally sorry.

But I couldn't just end it there. I needed to make sure she'd remember this lesson.

Something primal had awoken in me as I disciplined my wife of 20 years, and I liked it. I liked it a lot. My cock was harder than it had been in ages, and I put it to use.

Without another word as my wife sobbed, waiting for me to hit her again, I tossed the hairbrush aside and guided my dick into her bright red pussy. I hadn't spared it during the spanking.

She cried out with a new type of pain as I bottomed out in one stroke. I knew her body like the back of my hand, and she fit me like a glove. I knew how she liked it and I knew how she didn't.

I decided to hurt her. I dropped her arms and grabbed her by her chin, forcing her head back so I could fuck her deeper. I was just long enough to tap her cervix if I did it right.

I rammed her as hard as I could, then again. Again. I set a slow pace, thrusting powerfully to punctuate my words with stabs of pain she'd not soon forget. "That's right, you'll be good, you miserable cunt. I know what's best for you and you won't even show me an ounce of gratitude. I should throw you to the wolves out there and see how you like it. They wouldn't be as kind as me."

She had struggled at first, her arms flailing wildly to find something, anything she could hold onto or use as leverage to free herself, but there was nothing. Nothing she or anyone could do for her now. It was time for her to accept her place, and she knew it.

She stopped fighting. Stopped screaming. Stopped begging, even, for mercy. Her eyes glazed over as I continued my **** and she just took it. Like a good wife should. Deep down I knew she knew she needed this.

Having broken her, I relaxed my grip and stopped thrusting. "There you go. That's much better isn't it?" I shifted my angle and began to fuck her much more gently, this time for her pleasure, directly into her rough spot.

To my surprise, she came within seconds, moaning like some kind of animal. Fluids gushed out of her like a fountain as she squirted all over me and I continued. She came again and again, like some kind of switch had been flipped in her brain and all the pain and fear had fed into unimaginable passions. The halls that had echoed with the sounds of her pain were now filled with the unmistakable sounds of unbearable ecstasy.

She was a broken toy, but she would be happier this way. I know what's best for my family.

I looked up, then, and saw the faces of both twins, staring at me from the second story landing. I couldn't quite make out their expression in the shadows, but neither of them moved to hide from my gaze.

I should have stopped. Locking eyes with my daughters, I should have stopped fucking their mother to the edge of insanity. I should have, but I didn't. I stared at my beautiful daughters and I came hard, flooding their mother's womb with the same stuff that made them. It was a surreal moment.

Judy came again as I did, and the sensations were too much. I closed my eyes and moaned loudly, my victory complete.

When I opened them again, panting heavily, the girls were gone.

I stroked my wife's hair. "Good girl."